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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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The Get Together

Pairing: Bruce Banner x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 3550 words

Outline: It was known to everyone working on the Avengers tower that Bruce had a crush on you but it takes one party and a severely drunk Bruce to finally confess his love to you.

Warnings: swearing, bad grammar, drug mention, alcohol consumption, use of condoms, nipple play, love bites, pet names, dirty talk, vaginal sex, finger sucking, slightly dom! bruce, creampie, finger fucking, cum eating, un beta-ed, if I missed anything pls let me know!

Author’s Note: Requested by a lovely anon right here. Tons of fun to make and it's to date my longest fic! :D

dividers by @firefly-graphics // banners by @maysdigitalarts

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NSFW UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

“He’s staring at you again,” Natasha comments while sipping her drink sitting on top of the counter.

“He’s always looking at you.” You raise your eyebrow at her but then you turn your attention to Bruce from across the room and wink at him directly. Bruce quickly fumbles with the stack of papers in his hands of which half are falling onto the ground and you giggle returning to typing on your laptop.

“I’m waiting for the moment he does more than staring.” You continue focusing on your work.

“Well, that’s really up to you.” The red-haired comments. “You could have him in the palm of your hand if you wanted to.”

“Don’t I, already?” You retort, glancing at her.

“I just would prefer it if he made the first move. All these starings and giggling and awkward bumping into each other.” You sigh deeply shaking your head. “He is not going to last for long I know it.”

“Well, Tony’s having a charity party next Saturday. Maybe…” Natasha says before jumping off the counter and moving across the floor. “Just…maybe…”

It has been two months since you started working at the avengers' tower under the command of agents Maria Hill and Steve Rogers. Your job was to be a close secretary and first assistant to all matters on hand so you were close by to the Avengers all the time.

Yet it hasn’t been that long since Bruce has been back in the USA and living in the tower. But the spark and the chemistry were there from the very start. You saw him as he messily gulped on his coffee in the mornings when you walked by and how he always seem to get blushy and frustrated around you. The truth is you loved that type, the awkward smart guy thingy and you couldn’t wait till the moment he asked you out.

Until then…

The next several days passed relatively easily with no world threats happening and the occasional familiar friendly conversations between you and Bruce. He was smart and charming, in a completely old-fashioned way, sweet and well-spoken, and with the warmest laugh, you had ever heard. Each time you felt your heart vibrate along with it.

There wasn’t anyone working in the tower left who didn’t know that Bruce had developed a romantic crush on you. It was obvious by the way he coughed every time you offered him tea in the afternoon. It was way too evident and the teasings and pushings from both Tony and Clint hadn’t seemed to bring anything to fruition yet. But tonight they shared a plan. They would make sure that Bruce gets drunk enough to ease himself and finally let loose.

Once the party started assembling, their goal was to keep Bruce by the bar until they were sure enough he was loose enough. Natasha was in the plan, of course, she was to make sure you would show up. And you would. You had already purchased a new pink shiny dress worn along with matching medium-heeled booties. Parties in your opinion were always fun as long there was good food and good accommodations. Since starting the new job you had already attended 3 of those and each time was better than the last.

Taking a long last look in the mirror before leaving your room at the tower, you click on your heels and take the elevator down. There you find Steve and Sam, talking to each other about what seems to be sports, and continue on your merry way to the main event. You looked beautiful, shining through each glass window and the image made you smile to yourself. A woman’s confidence in herself is one of the most important things.

That’s when Bruce noticed as he was coming down the stairs, he saw you laugh at yourself and it flattered his heart and more than that. Stuck in a daydream looking at you walking across the room till you reached Natasha, he accidentally misses the last step of the stairs and almost loses his balance. Thankfully there is Clint to save him and encourage him to go to the bar with him.

About an hour passes before he sees you again, this time Clint had made sure that at least three shots of tequila had gone through him followed by two long island cocktails. Clint was anything if not completely efficient in his plan. And his plan had only gotten started…

“Y/N!” You hear the frantic voice of Clint with his arm around Bruce’s shoulders holding him up.

“Poor fella got too drunk…need help to get him to his room.” You jump to your feet from your position on the couch next to Maria. Momentarily you can hear Maria giggle and scoff at the same time. Frantic you wrap your arm around Bruce’s back and begin to walk him with Clint back to his room. When you reach the elevator Clint leaves you alone shrugging his shoulders and announcing his work is done. You roll your eyes as a mumbling Bruce seems to become chatty repeating your name.

“Y/N…Is...this you?” Momentarily you begin to wonder if Clint momentarily drugged him.

“Yes, I got you, you drank too much and I’m moving you to your room, we are right outside.” Carrying Bruce wasn’t difficult, he held easily on to you and followed your steps, the only thing missing was his glasses which were in his pocket. Looks like Clint had thought of everything. You push the door handle open with your free hand and he quickly moves to fall on top of the bed taking you with him.

“Oh, shit, sorry.” You apologize as your whole side lands on him but he only wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer. For a moment you could feel a familiar kind of heat building up inside. You stare deeply inside his brown eyes, feeling his breath on you as he is observing closely.

As if he is searching for the right words to say.

“I like you.” He whispers in his deep clear voice.

“I like you a lot.” He nods his head and shallows a dry lump in his throat. The alcohol smelled heavy on him yet it only made him more appealing.

Heartwarmingly, you grin widely at him and let out a soft chuckle. “I know.” You nod your head slowly. “I have noticed.” His grip on you gets tighter as he begins to softly runs his fingers on your back.

“I like you too.” You match his level of whispering in his voice, an overwhelming emotion taking over your mind.

“I want to kiss you so bad right now.” He blurts out, exhaling through his nose, and you could swear his eyes grew darker. For once you feel frozen, you want him so bad to take control and do whatever he wants to you, the way he is looking at you, the way his body feels against yours, and the pure lust you can hear in his voice are driving you crazy.

"I really really like you…" Bruce continues to muse. As if he is lost in a trance as if his deepest fantasy has come to life.

"I want to kiss you, I want to hold you, I want to feel you" His nose brushes yours, and in a voice lowers than a grown he whispers once more. "I want you so bad…"

“Then have me.” You blurt out finally, and less than a second later his lips are crushing yours so needily and passionately that leaves your legs wobbly. His hands are holding your waist frim against his touch as he is devouring your lips like he has tasted the sweetest nectar. His lips feel velvety and soft and you are moving your hands to wrap around the back of his head pulling him closer to you. Any distance feels too much right now.

Hands begin to roam touching and feeling anything they can grope on and Bruce never leaves your lips for more than a second. He climbs on top of you, ready to take control, rolling you and pinning you against the mattress. He begins to leave wet needy kisses on your neck and your collarbones, and your hands get lost inside his fluffy curly hair while he is sucking and biting on your naked skin, drunk and in lust.

“Fuck!” You moan out as he begins to explore your breasts, his hands going to push your dress down setting them free for him to use. He is leaving kisses anywhere he can find, the way you grip his hair is driving him feral and he needs to feel you, feel every part of you right now. His hands move to fumble with your dress and you help him get it off you, leaving in you just a small pair of lacy underwear. The pure image of this could get him wild. He is shaking his head slowly looking at your body frame and you can see a little bit of drool forming at the curls of his lips.

Then like a predator right above to devour his prey he dives inside your chest once more and that’s when he starts to absolute feast on your breasts. Using the palms of his hands to squeeze them and touch them darting his tongue out to feel your nipples with the flat of his tongue and always looking up at you. The pleasure is getting too much for you, you are getting wetter and wetter and you feel yourself squirm underneath him.

It drove you insane how he was still so dressed and you were as good as naked, and you begin to tug at his waistband trying to find the buttons of his shirt. But with just one loud pop he lets off your breast and quickly rips off your shirt throwing it on the floor before going right back at what he was doing before. That was enough to drive you wild and you begin to moan loudly, wrapping your legs against his back.

“Look who’s all needy now…” He chuckles after leaving a soft suckle on the side of your breast.

“You wanna feel me, sweetheart?” You nod frantically drawing your eyebrows together. You needed him to have his way with you desperately. Fuck you, stretch you open, anything at all. You were all his. Bruce only chuckles as he positions himself to unbuckle his pants and push them down. Your eyes fixated on his boxers and you wondered just how big he was.

“Already greedy?” He cocks his eyebrow so authoritative that it makes you squirm and whine, squirming your body underneath him. He chuckles as he takes your hand and places it on top of his clothed crotch, moving your hand slowly up and down his length. He feels big and girthy under your touch and you can’t wait to have him.

“Please! Please, Bruce.” You plead at him and Bruce only coos at you before moving your hand to push his boxers down and free himself. Your eyes widen at the sight of him, it was everything you could have ever dreamed of and you licked your lips together looking at him. Bruce uses his hand to stroke himself a couple of times and you can only shake your head looking at him mesmerized.

“Are you sure?” He asks once more for your consent and you frantically nod your head. “I’m gonna need your words, baby.”

“Yes.” You breathe out. “Please give it to me.”

Bruce is biting his bottom lip as he hovers above you to reach for the bedside table and fumble with the drawers till he pulled out a pack of condoms. So he was prepared. You stare at him taking on his muscular masculine form and the way his bicep was shining in the night light. He rips the packet open and goes to put on the condom with a grunt. His own erection seemed to be getting too much for him. You both knew that the first time wouldn’t last long anyway but thankfully he had a large pack right there.

He positions himself back above you spreading your legs and he carefully pushes your soaked panties to the side taking in the sight of your pussy.

“Prettiest I have even seen.” He praises you watching as your pussy clenched and unclenched around nothing for him.

“Gotta treat her well, she has been so patient..” He chuckles before placing his dexter finger above your pussy lips stroking it gently up and down, causing you to moan out his name. The next moment Bruce is offering you his finger.

“Taste how good you are.” He commands and you obediently do so locking his finger between your lips. Bruce realizes immediately as he watches you suck on his finger greedily. With a curse he lines himself to your entrance with his free hand and then pushes the tip of his cock inside you slowly, making your mouth fall open, and setting his finger free. He gives you time to adjust as the warmth of your pussy engulfs him and he stays like this until you begin to beg him to continue.

“So eager…” he scoffs and pushes his thumb back inside your mouth. You obediently look at him with doe eyes while you try to move your hips against his. Slowly he begins to slip more inside you, pushing what feels inch by inch until he is fully inside you and then he softly begins to move his hips a little bit faster than before.

The sheer sensation of the way his cock is stretching your pussy leaves you a moaning mess and Bruce seems to really know how to work his hips. He begins to thrust deep inside you, moving his cock inside while his hands are wrapped around your face staring right into your eyes, his fingers inside your mouth while saliva is falling off the sides of your face, each of his thrusts moving you both along with him.

It feels amazing, better than you could ever have imagined. There is nothing you wouldn’t do for this man, there is no position you didn’t want him to take you in.

“I’m not gonna last long.” He warns you shaking his head slightly. You knew that you didn’t mind that, you knew more will be coming, so you just nod your head as best as your can, unable to speak. And then is as if all hell breaks loose and Bruce begins to move his hips wildly against your frame drilling your body into the mattress feeling himself spill inside his condom. Feeling that warmth triggers your own orgasm and it hits you in waves of pleasure, groaning and arching your back until you were trying hard to escape from his tight grip but Bruce only held you tighter.

“You are not going anywhere.” He shakes his head. “I got more plans for you.” His voice causes shivers down your spine and you only sit obediently relaxing your well-pleasured body just for him.

“You’ve been so patient, I just wanna treat you well…” He muses, and you note how relaxed the alcohol was made him. Who would have thought? Bruce slips out of you making you whine at the sudden loss. You watch him carefully as he discards the condom and not wasting one moment picks a new one. Your pussy is clenching while watching him place it on his cock.

Then he is coming back to you and resumes his position entering you once again. “Be good for me, alright?” he coos while he slowly moves his hips, his lips beginning to explore your neck once again. Yes, you would be good for him, you wanted him, you have been craving him, fantasizing about him. For a moment you get lost in your thoughts wondering if Bruce wanked in this bed thinking about your pussy.

The daydream is broken by his hand holding up your chin as he begins to thrust in you deeply. “You’re so tight.” He scrunches up his face. “Been waiting to get fucked properly, huh?” He chuckles setting another fast brutal round of constant thrusts. The room is filled with the sound of skin on wet skin, thankfully the rooms are soundproof and no one would come looking for either of you.

It feels good, it feels right to have him there, inside you holding you up, looking at your face the way he is looking at you right now. You feel yourself getting weaker for him, your pussy clenching his cock. Then you watch him as he grins widely, eyelids heavy letting go of your chin and tracing his finger down your stern to your pussy, pushing it inside, he easily finds your clit and begins to rub it with his thumb.

“I wanna see you.” He nods his head. “Give it to me, pretty girl.” His softness and the way he is talking to you have you falling into a magical trance. You need to do exactly as he is, wouldn’t want anything else. You let go, feeling the coil inside you tighten and then you feel like you can explode. Your orgasm comes hard and strong vibrating your whole body, shaking your body underneath him. You try to push him out but Bruce stays firm, watching your juices fall.

And all he does is look at you, admiring you. Like you were his favorite masterpiece.

“Thank you.” He smiles at you and you shake your head. “You..” you begin to whisper but is still hard for you to breathe and speak.

Bruce doesn’t talk, instead, he only slips out from you, positioning himself on the bed. He once again discards the condom, throwing it on the floor, and spits on his hand, spreading it on his length and stroking himself a couple of times. You place your hands under your breasts and hold them up for him darting out your tongue for him and wiggling your body.

Bruce curses then, the first time you’d ever hear him do so, and then thick white cum is spreading on your breasts forming a line up to your chin. He grunts watching his cock getting softer. With the tip of your tongue and your fingers, you are gathering his cum and letting yourself have a taste moaning. Bruce falls on the bed next to you and he grabs your chin kissing you with extreme passion. You know he can taste himself like this, you love the fact that he doesn’t seem to care.

Exhausted you wrap your body close to his and shut your eyes. You had been fed and loved and cherished, you were ready to rest.

Several hours pass and the morning finds you both wrapped in one another, naked and with no blankets in sight. You feel cold but Bruce seems to run hot, you roll your body closer to him, feeling more and more alert.

“Good morning.” You whisper as you watch him blink slowly, facing the front of him, your legs and body wrapped around his torso. You watch him as his eyes widen, panic kicking in. He has no recollection of what had happened.

“Y/N?” He draws his eyebrows together looking at you confused, and then he glances down looking at your naked wrapped bodies and begins to move fast, trying to find some kind of clothes with his hands but all he can pick is your dress from last night.

“What happened? Did I?” You nod your head and place your hands on his face trying to calm him down.

“We did.” You whisper slowly. “We made love, confessed our love.” Bruce’s eyes widen again and his mouth hangs open, relief written on his face.

“We did?”

You nod your head again and smile. “And it was perfect.”

“It was?”

“Hmm.”

“Are you sure it wasn’t?”

“Bad? No, it was perfect, Bruce trust me, you are quite good at it.”

Bruce’s face blushes all the way up, glowing bright red. The thought of this man being embarrassed about his sex makes you laugh and you shook your head. “I can still feel you inside me. Actually.”

Bruce takes a moment to stare at you completely bewildered at your statement and then wraps his hands on your face pulling you in for a hasty kiss. He needed to make sure all of this was real and actually happening. He needed to make sure, no more daydreams.

“I love you.” He blurts out. And his breath is short, still drunk on your love.

“I love you too.” You confess and smile softly rubbing the thumbs of your hands on his beard.

“We should go out on a date.”

“Yes, we should.”

“Central Park, 1 pm?”

“I’m available.” You chuckle and let out a small laugh.

“What can we do till then?”

“I got an idea.”

“Really? I got several to match.”

You giggle once again and let him roll you on the bed, arms on each side of your face kissing you and kissing you again.

Amazing what can happen when a whole group of people works together…

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baelikescatsduh · 2 years

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How Different ''The Black Phone'' Characters Play Roblox | Shitpost 💀

pls i had like the best convo ever with @largekidney earlier and i wanted to make a little hc out of it because that was the funniest shit ever 😭

all of the credit goes to @largekidney because he was the one who came up with the idea in the first place <333 hope yall enjoy, just a shitpost so like take it with a grain of salt pls!!

tws: cursing

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• oh lord, how do i even start?

• lets use speed run 4 as an example...

• robin would get so damn pissed, not as bad as vance but swearing in spanish at the top of his lungs whenever he dies 😭

• robin: "maldito coño!" finny: "robin, its okay! youll get it this time, i promise. ill wait for you at the end, okay?"

• finny wouldnt get that angry, but if he did start heating up he'd do breathing exercises to calm down.

• gwen, same as robin, would be screaming, about to snap the phone in half after falling right before finishing the level.

• gwen: "what the actual fuck? i literally pressed the jump button dumbass!"

• bruce is a total pacifist, and is somehow so damn good at the game at the same time. hed only mess up like once or twice throughout the entire time, while making tiny little comments like "patience is the key" and shit like that.

• billy would be pretty chill as well, taking his sweet, sweet time on every level. so like, 7 minutes every level. him, bruce, and griffin would both be chilling in the corner, peacefully playing speed run 4 as vance, robin and gwen complained and whined like little toddlers the entire time.

• finny would be sitting with robin, gwen, and vance and was giving them therapy sessions each time they died.

• finny: "vance, its going to be alright, you can just respawn." vance: "whatever, but if i fall one more damn time everybody here is going to fucking die."

• vance... our sweet vance. his blood pressure would be through the roof while playing this game. like, muttering death threats and punching the wall each time he died. saying one bad word after another, this man has no chill whatsoever. this is why nobody played anything with vance, because if he messed up or died more than once you would see steam literally coming out of his ears.

• vance: "what the fucking god damn hell? this is the most stupidest fucking thing ive ever played in my entire fucking life. this shit sucks ass, im going to strangle the dickweed who made this bullshit game."

• the grabber? oh my god. this man wouldnt even know how to move, pressing the middle of the screen as he just sat there and stared at the phone, wondering how the hell he was going to get through the game when he couldnt even figure out how to walk forward. 💀

• the grabber: "max, max?? how the fuck does this work, im pressing on the screen and im not going anywhere, i thought they said i had to press the button to move? im pressing it, and pretty damn hard too. this is too complicated."

• and lastly, griffin. he wouldnt even pick up the phone, he was more of a 'watch someone play the game' type of person, and would cheer them on as he watched them play. he would mostly watch billy, and both of them would secretly shit on everybody else. (besides bruce lmao, but bruce would refuse to talk shit with them and just minded his own business.)

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#the black phone #shitpost #robin arellano #vance hopper #finny blake #the grabber #gwen blake #bruce yamada #griffin #billy #headcannons

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catcake24 · 9 months

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The plot bunnies have returned - also sorry for DC or Marvel fans if this contradicts canon or if I have no idea what I’m talking about but I have to share.

I’ve learned of Batman and his lore from comic reviews and that one BatFam webtoon, so sorry again

awhile ago I read a fanfic called Dark Matter and a bunch in a similar ‘genre’ for lack of a better word. It’s basically ‘what if Spiderman was transported into Gotham after No Way Home, and became part of the Bat Family?’

Well, for whatever reason, I really liked one idea where Jason Todd/Red Hood becomes something of an older bro figure to Spidey and helps him out in training. Then my brain wandered into ‘what if someone used Peter’s DNA to make another spider?’…… I think you see where this is going.

So while they’re busting the place, Jason gets bit and doesn’t realize until a couple hours later when the mutations start. He’s in agony the whole time, the others confused and asking what’s wrong, when Peter’s spider sense starts going off and he realizes what is happening. Jason screams in agony, vomiting and accidentally crushing his own gun as his body changes. He eventually passes out.

When he wakes up, everything’s too loud, too bright, too much, and he doesn’t know why. Only after some adjustment does it go down, and he realizes Bruce took him to the Batcave for observation. He also realizes he feels weird, like everything is a new experience, and Peter explains why.

Jason was bit, Peter admits the mutations were just as bad for him when he was bit, and has gained many of Spiderman’s abilities - though they aren’t totally sure how many since he and Jason have very different genetics and the scientist could’ve somehow messed with the DNA.

Jason also realizes he’s wearing an inhibitor collar, one Spidey made since he wasn’t sure if the power dulling devices would work, which just piles on top of his very bad day and he removes it in anger….. only to be hit by his new enhanced senses and his new Spider sense screaming that Batman is nearby and just general disorientation. He lets Spiderman put the collar back on, but says he can’t stay here. (Fill in the blank, but Jason eventually gets out of the Batcave to Batman’s displeasure)

Extra Ideas:

- Jason isn’t doing well with accepting this stuff, wanting it gone as soon as possible and Peter working on a potential cure to help him.

- He isn’t taking this very well, Jason not sure who he is now if these abilities can’t be undone. He also has trouble handling things like Spider sense, which sets his already tense nerves on fire with every potential threat around him, and wall climbing which isn’t exactly natural for him. He is wearing the collar a lot, even only able to sleep when it’s on because it makes him feel normal again.

- He doesn’t like being kept in a box though, so he starts avoiding Spiderman until Nightwing comes along and basically says “dingus, he’s trying to help you and he doesn’t expect you to be like him. He isn’t Bruce, and even he has accepted you by now!”

-However, at some point Spiderman is mind controlled by some villains and Red Hood decides to take off the collar to pursue him, accepting these new abilities as just a new part of himself, and manages to just barely get Spiderman down for long enough to snap him out of it. After that, they decide to be kind of mutual teachers - Jason is using weapons and combat training while Peter is helping him learn how to better control these new abilities in his own way.

- Peter even makes a custom Web shooter for Jason which uses impact webbing (instantaneously webbing someone) and taser webbing (it conducts electricity and can stun someone), though admits he was working on it before Jason’s mutation. It ends up working into Red Hood’s fighting style, and things like Spider Sense make his injuries go wayyyy down once he starts getting the hang of it.

Idk, DC fans pls correct my story I kind of love this weird weird idea and need someone to vibrate with

#dc #marvel #batman #Spider-Man #bat family #batfam #Spider-Man batman crossover #crossover #Jason Todd #Red Hood #Peter Parker #fanfic #plot bunny #au?#au #plot bunnies

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ladyelissarose · 2 years

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Warnings: mentions of bodily injury, mentions of suicide*** pls be very cautious on continuing!! Lots of angst!!

“The Secrets of Gotham-Unmasked”

Chp. 16

Alfred’s POV

Tears streamed down Alfred’s face each time he came in contact with a new bruise or open wound on Y/b/n’s body. Y/b/n had a large burn scar on his left arm,

‘Must of gotten it from the fire... how painful..’

Soon he finished up the cleaning and stitching, and left him there asleep, in his boxers, for he didn’t want to sedate him. Alfred grabbed a thick blanket and draped hit over Y/b/n to keep him away from the cold, and he left him there to go sit at Bruce’s desk. Alfred wanted to call Bruce and tell him about his discoveries, but just as he was about to the emotions got to him and he couldn’t even lift the phone. So he proceeded to look over the files that were left scattered on Bruce’s desk. Every now and then he’d walk over to Y/b/n to make sure he was breathing well and warm.

‘My boy what have they done to you... in such a small amount of time you’ve become a whole new person... oh how I’ve missed you son.’

Y/n’s POV

Y/n walked out of the security room after she felt she was ready to face the crowd with an unreadable face, she felt disgusting,

‘I just want to burn my body.. every placed he touched me I just want to burn it... he’s impossible.’

she couldn’t tell anyone about anything, she took Mackenzie’s threat seriously, plus he was still around the area. She then approached Gordon that was standing by Martinez and asked,

“Did you guys find anything?”

Gordon turned towards her and replied,

“We found tire tracks from a dirt bike it seems, but the snow melted away the rest of it, it’s now just water. And other than that I have nothing. Chief is out on the look for him and you said that the footages were wiped completely?”

She nodded her head as she fiddled with the hem of her sleeves,

“Yes, completely. There was nothing I could bring back up.. and you gotta tell your people to up their security. Arkham is the worst Prison I’ve ever come in contact with.”

Gordon could hear the seriousness in her voice as she spoke, he could only wonder,

‘What has gotten into her?’

He didn’t bother to continue the topic,

“Are you ok Y/n? In all seriousness?”

She looked him dead in the eye and responded coldly,

“Yes why?”

Her response only made him more concerned, but he knew if he pushed her further she could probably get angry, and that was the last thing he wanted to do, so he let her go,

“Alright then Detective.. I don’t need you anymore, oh and I need something from you. But I’ll see you in the morning at 10. For now go home.”

She shook her head and left without another word. She got on her motorcycle and sped away towards the signal, when she arrived she ran to the top and threw herself on the floor and broke down there, she laid on the floor and clutched herself tightly,

‘I can’t do this.. I know what Gordon is going to ask me.. he wants me undercover to catch Mackenzie.. but I can’t... it’s too dangerous and Mackenzie.. he’s too scary.. what more do I need, I lost my brother, got a gun pulled to my head, was assaulted, All the thing that have happened to me and I haven’t done anything... no one will believe me.. because no one doesn’t see what he does-‘

And that’s when the thought clicked to her, it scared her, but.. the idea still popped into her head,

‘That’s why I have to go undercover, I’ll see what he does.. and I have to bring it to light. But at what cost.. I have nothing more to lose.’ She looked off to the ledge and saw it opened out into the city.. she got up and approached it slowly, and once at the edge she looked down.. and saw how low the drop was,

‘what if I just jump... no one would come for me... I have nothing... I am nothing... I have no reason to live.. to breathe, to fight.. I can’t do this anymore.’

The freezing breeze made the tears on her face freeze and her lips turn purple, she wanted to disappear from the world and its darkness and never return, she didn’t want to go on and fight for something she felt had lost its meaning... she turned back to see if anyone was around so she could jump alone. Her hands were shaking and her heart just about beat out of her chest, she had made up her mind and was ready, or so she thought. When she looked around her eyes locked on the signal whose lights shines across the Gotham skies at night, when Gotham needed the Batman most, she took a step back and continued to look at the signal, and her heart felt something warm,

‘I have Bruce... I can’t leave Bruce.. and Alfred.. they are my reason. They are all I have left.. it’d hurt them.. to know, that they’ve lost me too... I love them more than anything. No.. I-.. I can’t do this... ‘

Y/n walked away from the edge and hugged herself as she now stood in front of the signal, she got down on her knees and pressed a kiss to the top as said,

“Thank you for giving me hope Bruce.. you’re all I have left baby...”

She then arose from the ground and tears spilled down her face as she made it down and got on her bike to go home. In a few minutes she arrived at the Manor and walked in through the front door. It was dark inside and it made her confused,

‘Where’s Alfred?’

She figured he was probably down at the Batcave, so she left it at that and went straight to Y/b/n’s room, and laid on the bed fully clothed and cried herself to sleep.

Batman’s POV

Batman had no where to look, he knew that RedHood was the shooter and that Alfred had him at the Batcave. So he as well headed for the Manor, and soon his motor was heard loudly as he entered.

RedHood’s POV

At the noise of the engine roaring into the cave Y/b/n jolted awake, in his attempt to sit up pain struck through his leg and lower stomach sending him on his back again. Looking around he didn’t recognize his surroundings, he grunted loudly as he held onto his side,

“Where the hell am I?!”

Alfred got up immediately and ran to him and calmed him down,

“You’re safe, clam down please-“

Y/b/n looked at Alfred and recognized his features, he was the old man he always saw in his flashbacks and dreams,

‘Alfred? I remember you.’

Regardless of the pain he sat up and grabbed Alfred’s shoulders with a shocked expression,

“Alfred?”

Alfred nodded his head yes as he held his hands over Y/b/n’s,

“Yes it’s me.. do you know where you’re at?”

Y/b/n looked down at himself and saw he was just in his boxers, he then looked around and saw the desk and what appeared to be to him Batman’s car, the memories clicked each time he saw something new, he then remembered the first time he was at the Batcave, it was after the events of him being kidnapped.

“Yeah.. I’m.. at the cave.. Batman’s cave.. I was brought her after I was kidnapped.. and you stitched me up.”

Alfred was glad to see him coming together,

“Yes yes.. very good. Do you know your name?”

That was the only thing Y/b/n could never remember,

“no.. I don’t.. they called me Jason Todd-“

Y/b/n was interrupted by a low chuckle and saw Batman approaching them, with his eyes trained on his gloves,

“Jason Todd? Alfred I thought you were going to-“

“Don’t say another word, look.”

Bruce’s POV

Bruce lifted his eyes and saw RedHood on the table, terribly bruised and stitched up, he then looked at his face and dropped his gloves, though he still wore the cowl Y/b/n could read the expression he held,

“Y/b/n?”

Y/b/n recognized Bruce too and replied,

“Bruce.”

Bruce began to hesitate for a second,

“No, that’s impossible-“

“Bruce it’s him-“

Alfred tried to convince Bruce, but he didn’t have it,

“That’s impossible he ran back into that burning building and it collapsed right after-“

“I personally checked his fingerprints and it had been confirmed it’s him Bruce. Y/b/n is Jason Todd aka the RedHood. Look at his arm, he still has the burn marks.. it’s Y/b/n, Bruce.”

Bruce couldn’t believe his eyes,

‘This is impossible... We all thought he died.’

“Does Y/n know?”

Y/b/n then asked,

“Who’s Y/n? If she’s the lady that didn’t kill Stewart back at the orphanage I don’t want to see her, she could’ve stopped her and yet she didn’t, she had the chance to kill her and yet she held herself from pulling that trigger. Y/n is nonexistent to me.”

“Nonexistent! How selfish of you!”

Bruce barked but Alfred intervened before it got worse between the two.

“Bruce not now,”

Y/b/n then mocked,

“Yeah Bruce, no one wants to talk about your girlfriend.. can’t believe you made her a vigilante.. and for what? So she can let the bad guys go? Nice move-“

“You too Y/b/n that is enough!!”

Alfred interrupted with a voice of irritation. Bruce sighed deeply and was feeling very upset, he could tell that Alfred too was feeling the same. Y/b/n then finally spoke,

“I know who Y/n is... but I don’t know what she means to me... I really don’t.”

Bruce and Alfred then looked at each other and held a face of sadness, how could he not remember her, the sacrifices she made.. and blame her too?

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saviorofunicornsinneed · 3 years

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A summarization of the 2012 Avengers fandom:

(To my knowledge obvi because I wasn’t around at that time tho I’m wishing I was…pretty much always)

*clears throat* Okay so—

Everybody lives in Stark Avengers Tower

Natasha knows all (canon tho lbr)

Thor being obsessed with pop tarts (…why?)

Team Bonding

(movie nights, team dinners, paintball, game nights, etc…)

Clint always in the in the vents

(most of the time spying on the main ship’s couple-y moments and reporting-spilling the tea- to ‘Tasha)

Speaking of which-

Calling Nat the nickname ‘Tasha (this one’s cute even tho it what usually just Clint)

But also not just the vents- top of the fridge as well and also a random bookcase for whatever reason..

Steve blushing…a lot

Thor having no concept of regular volume or an ‘inside voice’

(always shouting his sentences and-for whatever reason-always texts with the caps lock on)

Clint & Tony prank wars

Steve’s Puppy Dog EyesTM

Jarvis and Tony being bffs

Main action (in the fic) happening on the team common room

Tony constantly upgrading the other’s suits/gear

(because he cared and didn’t want anything to happen to them 🥺 but shush don’t tell 2012 tony that 🤫)

Natasha just always cleaning/sharpening her knives at the table(subtle threat/reminder she could f u up if you try something? Possibly)

Science bros to the extreme

(like wow some people really stressed that- always having them in the lab when someone couldn’t find them on the other floors)

Steve being the ‘Mom’ of the team

Steve always having to haul Tony out of his lab for team dinner

Bruce being the most comfortable and outspoken with Tony-he let’s that sassy side we all know he’s hiding, out- and especially in the lab (yep, circling back to science bros)

The team trying out the prototypes of Tony’s upgrades on their suits

(sometimes hilarious disasters occur 😆)

Tony always covered in grease(from the lab)

Clint being the only one allowed to do certain things with/to Nat while the others couldn’t and could only wonder how did he not get stabbed for ruffling her hair she would’ve poisoned my coffee if I did that-shut up tony-don’t you tell me she wouldn’t have done the same to you, Capsicle-

Capsicle insult/nickname being a thingTM

Clintasha friendship goals

But also Clintasha being a subtle married ship- making the rest of the team wonder are they together orrr…? (but being to afraid to ask for clarification)

Pepper dropping by weekly to check in on the team

Make sure they haven’t done more damage than the last time she was there

(most of the time PR but it could also be actual physical damage to the tower when they got into a playful argument that escalated)

And she(Pep)always expects Natasha to be better than them and on her side with the exasperated eye-rolls

And she is, mostly

But sometimes, she likes to be in on the fun with her boys

So enter Pepper- who is utterly aghast because et tu, Natasha? 🤭

(Nat-on those occasions- just shrugs and smirks like the badass she is because-unlike the boys-she’s not afraid terrified of Pepper)

(looking at you tony)

Steve calling Pepper, “Ms. Potts” almost religiously

Steve looking up at the ceiling when talking to Jarvis

Tony’s HeightTM

(you guys called him short but I mean he’s literally almost as tall as Steve?? it’s just a few inches 😂😂)

Thor’s All-Speak (wish I had this)

Tony being obsessed with coffee

Like seriously

You guys had him drinking his seventh cup by the first 10 paragraphs

Pepper-or Steve-having to put a limit on how many cups Tones is allowed to have

(and back to nicknames, I love that Tones was one for tony)

Clint&Tony agressively playing Mario Kart with each other

Oh and of course, #Stony❤️🤍💙 was main ship if you’d didn’t do #Pepperony 😜

Those are the main ones that I can remember but tell me if I’m missing stuff pls

(I’ve seen other posts like this and I wanted in *pouts*)

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cptn-stvngrntrgrs · 5 years

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post snap romanogers prompt pls! a little angsty from the start then fluff in the end and please include a bruce/natasha closure (not many people write about them) angsty but fluff all the way!

+ Detailed Romanogers Endgame Trailer please maybe add a plot twist (secretly a couple or married) we need a lot of these!

omg hello anon(s), sorry this took so long! too much schoolwork!! i wanted to get this out before endgame so please enjoy this! + the two prompts were very similar so i decided to combine them! THANKS for the prompts!

Title: where else would i be?

Relationship: Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanoff

They might be heroes, but they’re still just human after all. Steve and Natasha deal with the aftermath of the snap.

angst, post-IW, i tried to put as much fluff as i can in respect to the current situation

Steve woke up, his chest heaving, and covered in sweat. He sat up abruptly, feeling the world spin around him. Digging the heels of palm into his eyes, he rested his back on the headboard and weakly peered an eye open to look at the time. 3:27 am. His face felt sticky and swollen - probably from all the crying and lack of sleep as they tried to comprehend what just happened. So it wasn’t just a dream, he thought. It’s been less than 36 hours since the “Snap”, as they ruefully call it. In just a literal snap, Steve’s life came tumbling. He lost Bucky, again, Sam, and so much more. They lost half the universe. They lost. If only he- Steve shook his head. He could’ve done so much to prevent Thanos, but alas, it wouldn’t have been enough. His own efforts weren’t enough.

Sighing deeply again, he looked down on the lump next to him. Natasha looks so peaceful when she sleeps, though her forehead was scrunched up, just like she was thinking in a mission or she’s upset about something. Steve reached down and gently rubbed the crease in her forehead, making her more relaxed in her sleep. Despite everything, Steve let out a small smile, and slowly stood up the bed, trying to make less sounds and movements as possible as to not wake her. This has been the first time they all had actual sleep since they went to Edinburgh to get Wanda and Vision.

He made his way to the kitchen to drink some milk. It took him multiple times to get the right switch on - he’s stayed at T’Challa’s for numerous times already but his mind is just not with him that time. It felt weird, walking around Wakanda like this, especially knowing that he’s partially responsible for bringing the fight here. Although no one has outright said it, Steve does blame himself for that. He underestimated Thanos and his mission, but he just couldn’t bare the thought of losing Vision if there’s a way to save him. He didn’t want Wanda to lose that one thing that’s helping her stay sane, he-. Steve stopped his thoughts in its tracks. He just knew that he has to make this right and that he has a lot of apologizing to do.

Steve took the glass of warm milk with him and stood by the window overlooking Wakanda. It’s dark so there isn’t much to see, but still, through the fog, he can see it - the destruction, the fight’s after effects. He shut his eyes tightly, took a sip of milk, and focused on happy memories. He stood here with Bucky when he was first out of cryo - helping him remember who he is, talking about the good ol’ days. When he got to talk to his best friend about the 1930s like it was just yesterday.

Steve sniffed, feeling a whole new wave of emotion about to overtake him. That was until he felt two arms around his waist, hands clasped on top of his abdomen. He felt Natasha rest her head on his back and heard her inhale deeply. “Please don’t leave me,” her voice was quiet, but it resonated in the dark room, and Steve’s heart ached. The rest of the team - those of them who are left - had an unspoken rule of not leaving each other alone. They were scared, paranoid even, since they weren’t sure if that elimination of the snap was really over. Seeing someone they love disappear in front of their eyes, and into literal thin air, has been really traumatizing.

Steve set the glass down on the windowsill and turned around to envelope Natasha in his arms. She settled into him, her body fitting perfectly against his. She buried her face in his chest and closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. Steve used his thumb to gently rub circles on her back, a motion that he noticed really helped calm her down.

“I’ll never, ever, leave you,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head. He remembered the moments after the snap, seeing Bucky turn to dust in front of him and Vision into a lifeless machine. He remembered the panic that numbed him, not knowing where Natasha was. But he was paralyzed, unable to move and comprehend what really happened. He wanted to run, to scream for her name just to make sure that she’s alive, but he couldn’t. And only when Natasha ran back to them - to him - that he felt that he actually lived. Steve could feel the remnants of that sheer panic and he hugged her a little bit tighter because even now, he’s still thanking his lucky stars that he has her in his arms.

–

“I thought I lost you too,” Steve broke the silence between them. They went back to their room after Steve finished his milk but neither of them could sleep.

“Hm?” Natasha hummed, blinking her eyes sleepily. She was curled into his side, his arms around her. She feels a little bit warm from the heat he’s emitting but she learned to get used to it, and besides, he feels like a very warm comfortable blanket.

“After the snap. I didn’t see you right away and I got scared,” Steve explained, voice low. Natasha peeks up at him. His eyes are glued to the ceiling but he’s absentmindedly playing with her. Even in the darkness, she could still make out the sparkle in his eyes and the threat of tears that come with them.

Natasha stayed silent, not really knowing what to say. She felt the same thing - fear, panic, and everything in between. But this is the first time Steve opened up about what happened. They spent the past days and a half scouring for ways to undo the snap, for ways to fight Thanos. Doing damage control, looking for people. There was no time for emotional talks, although everyone’s puffy and red eyes do speak for themselves.

“When Bucky disappeared… I lost him again… Then so many more followed, and I-” Steve’s voice broke and he cleared his throat. “And I thought you were one of them…” he continued. He shifted, flinging an arm over his eyes. Natasha pressed a soft kiss on his chest but, her reminder that she’s still there. “I was so scared and a million thoughts flew through my mind but my main focus was you, Nat, I couldn’t lose you. You’re the most important person in my life and god knows what I’ll do if you were one of them.” Natasha’s heart ache and she teared up at that.

She sat up and propped herself on top of Steve, her elbows on either side of him, holding herself up. He moved his arm away from his eyes and she cupped his face with both hands, her thumbs brushing away his tears. “Steve, I’m here, I’ll never leave you,” she assured him and leaned down to kiss him.

Steve smiled into the kiss and Natasha felt him relax under her. She pulled back for a little bit to rest her forehead over his and closed her eyes. “Good, because I can’t live without you.”

Natasha let out a small chuckle, pecking his lips one more time. “God you’re cheesy.”

“I’m just being honest,” Steve reasoned. Natasha shifted and lowered herself so she can once again use Steve’s chest as a pillow. She learned this is the best place to be if she wants to sleep well, especially when they were at uncomfortable motels after missions.

“You’re always honest,” she mumbled, hoping Steve would catch her point. And judging by the way his chest vibrated from his laugh, she’s certain that he did.

–

The next day was planned to be a lowkey day. Instead of spending it by crazily trying to figure out the move against Thanos, they decided to try a calmer approach. Besides, they were waiting for Fury’s “contact”, who’s supposed to arrive soon. They hope.

Natasha and Steve decided to take a break from monitoring Thanos’s actions by playing video games on the couch in the living room. Although there were enough couches for the two of them to comfortably sit in, they just had to be attached at the hip in one couch, with Natasha practically tucked under Steve. Their legs are tangled together and stretched out in front of them as their focus are on their games. They were giggling to themselves and completely in their own bubble.

Rhodey and Okoye were drinking coffee by the kitchen islanda and watching the two of them. Okoye then looked at Rhodey with raised eyebrows, tipping her mug towards the two, as if to ask, “what’s with them?” but Rhodey just shrugged. He suspected there might be something going on there but he was never exclusively told so. However, the scene in front of him gives him more than enough evidence to prove his conclusion.

Bruce walked in the room, having just woken up, and rubbing his eyes. He stopped halfway in and stared at Steve and Natasha, who were both engrossed in their game that they didn’t notice the doctor sauntering in. Rhodey’s eyes widened at seeing Bruce all but stare at the couple on the couch. He looked plastered in his place and Rhodey internally winced. “Doctor Banner, you’re up!” He called out, which seemed to snap Banner out of staring at the two.

He saw Steve’s and Natasha’s head shoot up and scan the room, eyes landing on Bruce four feet away from them. The room stilled and an awkward silence came upon them. Okoye looked between Bruce, Natasha, and Steve and frowned. She had a weird feeling about this….

“Care to have some breakfast? You could just let us know what you want and one of the chefs, uh, I mean, the chef can make it,” Rhodey offered, breaking the silence. Bruce looked at him, and blinked, looking confused.

“U-uh, y-yeah, yeah, um, give me a second, I forgot something in my room…” Bruce trailed off and went back through the way he came in.

Steve and Natasha looked at each other quietly. Rhodey watched them intently, knowing that the two are having some kind of freaky telepathic conversation that people who know each other well seem to be able to do. After a few more moments of starring, Natasha untangled herself from Steve and stood up, following Bruce, as Rhodey can only assume. Steve looked at him and Okoye, ears turning red, and offered them a sheepish smile. Rhodey smiled back and took a sip of his coffee, making a face at Okoye’s confused look.

–Natasha knocked on Bruce’s open bedroom door, seeing him pace back and forth into the room. “Uh, hey Bruce, can we talk?”

Bruce all but jumped up in surprise, blinking at her for a second before nodding wordlessly. He sat on the edge of his bed and Natasha looked around, grabbing a chair and setting it in front of him for her to sit on. She would sit next to him but… awkward….

“Um, I know it’s been a while, and the last I saw you you were, uh…” Natasha trailed off, looking at him and hoping for him to continue, but Bruce can only nod. “Yeah.. and we looked for you but we just couldn’t find you. Tony has worked tirelessly to track the quinjet but it seemed like you just disappeared.”

Bruce cleared his throat and let out a puff of hair. “Oh.. yeah. Um. The quinjet brought me to Sakaar,” Natasha furrowed her brows in confusion and Bruce waved a hand, “long story, I can explain later with Thor’s help.”

“Okay… well, you know, um, that’s been kind of a few years ago. Steve and I trained the New Avengers. Then eventually, I think you kinda know about how Tony and Steve had a fallout, and long-story short, the team broke up, Steve, Sam, and I went rogue, fighting the battles that the team should be fighting, but couldn’t. And you know… in the process of it,” Natasha glanced at Bruce, who was staring intently at her, but she looked away again, “Steve and I… got together.”

Natasha looked back at Bruce, trying to judge his reaction. He remained speechless, but he smiled after a while. “Wait, were you scared of telling me this?” he asked. Natasha frowned and shrugged. “Nat, hey, I know we had a…” he paused, trying to look for the right words, “thing. But that’s okay, it’s in the past. I know you all thought I was dead. It would be selfish of me to ask for you to wait. I’m glad you moved on, and with Steve too. I can tell he might have had feelings for you since back then.” Bruce explained.

Natasha processed what he just said and blinked at him. “Really?” she asked, to which Bruce nodded. “Wow,” she blew out a breath and chuckled. “I thought you’d be upset.” Bruce shook his head.

“Like I said, it’s been a while. You guys are my friends, my family, of course I wouldn’t be upset.” he reassured. They stood up and gave each other a brief hug before walking back to the living room.

Once there, they found Thor and Rocket already awake, eating breakfast at the table with Rhodey and Okoye. Steve was taking something out from the fridge and he glanced at Natasha and Bruce and back to her. He raised his eyebrows and she gave him a smile, in which he reciprocated towards her and Bruce.

Natasha sat down on the seat across from Thor, and Steve took the seat next to her shortly, after preparing her coffee and setting it down in front of her. She took it and gave him a thankful smile. Steve reached for the bread basket in front of them and put a freshly toasted bagel on Natasha’s plate as she sips her coffee and checks the message she just received.

Steve just finished putting cream cheese on one of the slices of Natasha’s bagel and was reaching for the other one when Thor, who was quietly chewing on a piece of plain bread rolls, let out a noise. “Hmm.” Natasha and Steve looked up at the people around the table. Being so engrossed in their own routine - their own world - they didn’t notice that the small chatter died down and everyone was looking at them. Thor narrowed his eyes and looked back-and-forth between the two, “How long have you been fancying each other?” he bluntly asked.

Steve looked at him with wide eyes but Natasha just smiled. “It’s been a while,” she answered calmly.

Thor thought about it for a moment before nodding wisely to himself and grinned. “I like it!”

Steve smiled shyly and glanced at Natasha, meeting her eyes. They could hear each other thinking, We like it, too.

#post-iw angssstttt #pls send me more angsty prompts #romanogers #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #infinity war #post-iw #post-snap #captain america #black widow #stevetasha #stevenat #fanfic #canon compliant #the avengers #avengers #secret relationship #prompts #fanfic prompt

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comicsdonthelpmydaddyissues-blog · 6 years

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“So, you can go with him to his townhouse and let him warm you up in the microwave or you can come back with me in my Manor and I’ll have my butler cook you anything you want.” Bruce Wayne One Shot.

You are a temporary replacement for Robin. Being sent to Bruce to help train you. Bruce gets jealous when you are asked on a date.

Warnings: language, angust (but that will be in all my one shots, and ohhh man the blue balls ;))))

Pls request anything!!!!

You had to admit, Gotham had been shaping into an enjoyable place. When Oliver had first sent you here you saw it as many people: a rat’s den.

Still, on patrols seeing the horrid crime that it reminded you of what the city was. But Bruce finally let you work at Wayne enterprise, and you had been going to a nice little diner with the 3 other front desk women almost every night that you had off patrol. Which ended in the 4 of you going to one of their apartments and getting shit faced, a call from Alfred at about 2AM, and you sneaking out back to this huge, empty, lonely manor.

Living in a Manor with a butler and a rather handsome man seemed to always been in your dreams. But this situation was a bit odd, that being the handsome rich man was Batman and you were in the role of Robin.

You were a star city native, you grew up watching Green Arrow rise as a grand hero. You never showed interest in your father’s martial arts program until you saw the Green Arrow and Black Canary in live battle, in star city bank yourself. But after that day, you made your father teach you the art of fighting. Though, you only got 9 years of it. At 19, your father was murdered by trying to defend a store filled of scared people. Your father didn’t realized his age indeed did slow him down.

But his death did the opposite of slowing you down, you took your own in crime fighting. Though, without mercy. Violently. Reckless. By 20 you had connections with the Green Arrow, so much you knew he was really Oliver Queen. You knew his whole team, you thought you were even on his little team. Until he sent you to Gotham.

Sent you to the bat. To learn what justice really was.

And as much as you hated to admit it, damned Bruce Wayne really had calmed you down.

Even with the thoughts of your past in your head you still had a smile on your face, a certain skip to your step. And Alfred saw that as you walked by, “Miss {Y/L/N}, no girl’s night? It’s your day off.”

You smirked to Alfred, “Nope, other plans.”

He chuckled slightly, a bit of a scoff like and shifted his weight. “W-who is the lucky man.”

“Oh Alfred, you’ll never believe it! That hunk of a man, Brit. You know head of-“

The old British man wrinkled his face, “That ginger? You would pick him over Master br-“ he coughed realizing what was about to pour out of his mouth.

You bit the inside of your cheek at the awkwardness, “Bruce? I didn’t think he was on the roster... I mean he’s... Bruce fucking Wayne.”

“But you’re {Y/N} fucking {Y/L/N}.” Alfred shot back.

You simply rolled your eyes, “Yeah, a nobody. I get that your a little worried about Bruskie, because how old is he now? And has he even had a serious woman? Hook him up with that blonde woman, you know the one with the big tits. She seems to be a regular on Bruce’s hook up lists.”

Alfred leaned back on the counter, “Tasha’s a whore, I feel the need to bleach his whole room after she’s here a night.”

You gave a laugh and turned to get ready for your date but, “Miss {Y/L/N}. There has never been a woman me and Bruce have both agree to be a good match for him but yo-“ You could feel your heart being shot by Cupid until Bruce himself walked in.

Your face turned slightly pink, oh god would it be weird now? Alfred had basically told you the two had talked about you being a match for him.

“{Y/N}, it’s the Joker. I have word he plans to gas the homeless shelter. I need Robin tonight.”

“But I have plans-“

“Need I repeat what I said? Or are you really so selfish your plans are more important than the safety of the homeless?” He had that tone of voice, you were a grown woman, a vigilante, and it gave you the chills. This was serious.

***

“Batman, are you sure this is going to happen? It’s been 4 hours, I this your sources might’ve been wrong.” You said, your red and yellow cape flowing in the wind. You never thought in a million years you’d be Robin. And when Bruce first suggested it, it seemed a bit bland. But you had became Robin these last few months. And you were badass, and that made Robin badass.

“We should wait just a few more moments.” You heard him from beside you.

You glanced over to him, “You know you’re extra brut tonight, Bruskie. I thought we were getting to a nice balance. That time of the month again?”

“I told you not to call me that!” He almost yelled standing up from his crouch.

“No ones around! I’m sorry... Batman.” You thought he was angry for saying his real name in uniform, which was a huge no-no for him.

You saw his jaw clench, “I mean Bruskie! It’s so immature! You’re stupid jokes, you’re so much worse than Dick though all the years! I thought having a 23 year old woman I wouldn’t have to deal with this unprofessionalism! You know what! You deserve that bastard Brit! Go! Go on your little petty, stupid date with that whore of a man!” You had never seen him so angry. He was almost shaking. You had said a lot more immature things, sometimes you picked at him to get on his nerves. But when he mentioned Brit you realized.

“You’re fucking jealous! Oh my god. Was this,” you pointed to the homeless shelter, “Even a threat. Or was it...” you couldn’t even finish your sentence. You simply turned around and put two middle fingers up.

You had, since the moment you met him, feelings for Bruce. But this was low, too low for him.

You stomped away, making sure to kick a small rock to make your exit extra.

“Wait.” His deep voice called, “{Y/N}”

But that didn’t stop you, he grabbed your wrist. Gently. You could’ve easily pulled out of his grip, but something stopped you.

“Okay, yeah. I... made this joker thing up. I couldn’t let you go out with Brit, let him take advantage of you and kick you under the rug just in a few weeks time like he does every woman else.” He had turned off the chip in his mask that made his voice deep. You didn’t hear batman, you heard Bruce.

You hadn’t turned to him, your back was towards him. One foot already ahead ready to take the next step, but your arm behind you in the grin of Bruce. “So, what does it matter to you? You do that to woman all the time.”

He sighed as his rough hands slowly brushed off of yours, “You’re right. But... you’re different.”

You turned around giving him a look, “What, so you really have a crush on me? Thought that was just Alfred trying to get a grandchild.” He could hear the annoyance in your voice.

He slipped his hand on your waist and pulled you to him. Your bodies pressed together. This made you gasp slightly, it was so unexpected. He looked down to you, you could taste his minty breath for his mouth was so close to yours.

“You’re a grown woman, you can go on dates with anyone. It’s late but i’m sure Brit is still up, though all of the nice restaurants are closed. So, you can go with him to his townhouse and let him warm you up in the microwave or you can come back with me in my Manor and I’ll have my butler cook you anything you want.”

Bruce was very surprised when he felt your sweet lips on his. In the first kiss it was easy for Bruce to tell this relationship would be a Dominance battle. After playing at each other’s lips, you pressed your tongue on his lips. Wanting in. He had never expected you to be so anxious and powering. When Bruce didn’t open his lips you took your hand and press down on his cheeks, making him twitch open. Your tongue went right in, after a good 3 minutes of exploring each other’s mouth. You ending up in his arms, straggling him. You slipped down and wiped his spit from your mouth and took a few breaths. “I think I’m in the mood for Spaghetti.” You simply said.

He smiled softly and kissed the top of your head, “Then let’s go eat spaghetti.”

As you two got in the bat mobile you had to throw in your immaturity. “After we eat can we have sex?”

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne #batman x reader #batman smut #justice league one shots #dc comics #one shot #request #bruce wane #ben affleck #fluffy #alfred pennyworth

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goddamnbatsignal · 7 years

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Hotline Bling

Pairing: Dd

Words: ~6000

A/N: Um. I haven’t written anything in a very long time. This is rough and I have some issues with the movement but if I don’t post it I don’t know if I ever will so have it (and if anyone sees any serious issues pls tell me!)

Warnings: general rough sex

Summary: In which Damian texts like a teenager, consent is super sexy and there’s some really chatty, rough sex to be had post-patrol

Waking is a slow process. The air is cold but the blankets are warm, and he’s ready to let the heaviness in his head overwhelm him, dropping back into unconsciousness. But the phone buzzes again, louder this time, insistent vibrations against the bedside table. He groans, burying his face in the pillows and groping blindly for the cell.

He doesn’t bother looking at the time. It’s late, or maybe it’s early – some hideous hour where dawn is only a distant promise, with cold air bitter enough to bite through tights and Kevlar. An hour where phone calls are inappropriate between civilized people, but he’s long since made peace with the sort of company he keeps. It could be something urgent, some deadly disaster or new flavour of villain. Maybe, if he’s lucky, it something far more pleasurable than a call to arms on Gotham’s frozen rooftops.

Dick knows the message is from Damian, knows the start-stop vibration pattern belongs to him. It was Babs’ doing, months ago when Dick’s cell had stuttered and died. She’d gone with him to find a new one, had plucked it from his hands and programmed his top contacts with personal rings, personal tones, personal vibrations – personal everything. Useful, she’d promised, citing an impressive list of practicalities that Dick had been sceptical of at the time. Now, though, head still dull with sleep, he can ready himself for Damian’s particular brand of messaging even before he manages to pluck the phone from the charger.

The screen is too bright in the darkness, illuminating half the room and making Dick’s eyes ache. He grunts, rubbing a tired hand across his face and squinting blurrily as he clicks into the message. It takes him a moment to focus, blinking at the single word text with wary disbelief.

Usually, Damian sent texts with a syntax that was terrifyingly teenaged – complex arrangements of letters, numbers and shorthand that Dick had given up trying to decipher weeks ago. The language of the future, Damian had told him once, head pillowed on Dick’s chest and eyes drooping closed. Communication is evolving, Grayson. Try to keep up.

(Dick actually had tried, briefly. He even managed to convince Tim to translate, which worked well right up to the point they simultaneously realized that Damian’s chatspeak prose was far more graphic than either of them had anticipated. They’d hastily agreed to never mention it again.)

This message, though, is simple. Too simple, even, and Dick drops his face back into the pillow with a groan. He checks the screen again, cautiously, but nothing changes. One word.

Awake?

Dick smothers a yawn with the back of one hand, fumbling the phone into a better grip as he does. It’s a succinct message, and he thumbs out a response before curling back into the pillows.

Short. Sweet. It’s perfect, Dick thinks, tucking his nose beneath the covers. Could mean ‘yes’, could mean ‘why’. A Damian sort of response, and he’s proud of it even as his eyes drift closed again. He shifts beneath the blankets, finding a more comfortable position even as the phone vibrates again.

Bbs. If ur nt hrd im fckin u

Dick laughs, quick and quiet in the darkness of the room. Missing letters he can understand – a more efficient but still comprehensible message - so he sends a smiley face back before tossing the cell back towards the bedside table and rolling onto his stomach.

He doesn’t end up on the receiving end very often anymore, not when Damian takes such obvious delight in the act. Dick’s happy regardless, loves the way Damian opens up for him, loves the tight heat of his partner’s body and the hitch in Damian’s throat when he comes all over his perfect stomach. It’s a particular sort of high, he knows, making the Robin shatter to pieces with his touch, and sometimes Dick thinks he’ll never be able to get enough of it.

Still, even with Damian in his bed (and on his couch, in his shower, in Bruce’s car) every other night, it’s been months since he’s been fucked, months since he’s felt the slow burn of Damian’s cock deep inside him. Dick loves that, too, loves Damian’s hands bruising his hips and his teeth pricking at his skin, loves getting pushed onto the bed and made to forget his name. It’s a different kind of perfect, but it’s perfect none the less.

Dick smiles against the pillows, carefully extracting himself from the memories. When they first started dating, the promise of pre-dawn post patrol sex would have been enough to have Dick hard and aching in anticipation. It had been a secret, back then, a series of clandestine meetings and longing looks. Even after, when everyone knew, Dick had considered it poor form to be sporting a hard on for his mentor’s kid whenever Damian threw him that shy, sly little smile. It had been a game to Damian, a game of tight pants and yoga stretches, of sinfully intense sparring sessions and touches and greedy, stolen kisses – all under the eyes of Alfred and Bruce, all carried out with the ever-present threat of disembowelment.

Now, though, more than a year into the affair, it’s a slower warmth, a beginning sort of arousal that carries with it the promise of good things to come. And, if he keeps himself from getting carried away, there’s space to breathe through it rather than a desperate need for more immediate completion. He shifts slightly, curling onto his side and bringing the covers up to his chin, protection against the cool night air.

He doesn’t sleep, although it’s a near thing. He wavers in semi-consciousness, lulled by a distant rumble of thunder and the warm promise of Damian’s presence, a gentle radiating pleasure that has Dick sinking, loose-limbed and pliant, into the mattress.

When the window creaks open, he shifts lazily to watch Damian drop onto his floor. It’s a well-rehearsed entrance, and Dick smiles slowly as the Robin stretches back up to latch the shutter into place. When Damian turns to him, he flutters his fingers in greeting.

“…did you actually fall asleep?” Damian asks softly, taking an uncertain step towards the bed. Dick grins, making a non-committal sound in the back of his throat. There’s a long moment of hesitation, then Damian sighs and shrugs his cape off. “Glad to see my message was so rousing.”

“You’re awake enough for the both of us,” Dick mumbles back, voice thick and rough with sleep. He shifts, languid and easy, moving to pillow his head on one arm as Damian peels off his uniform. Beneath the black leggings, Damian is already hard and he sheds the last of his clothes with brisk efficiency. Dick huffs out a breath of laugher. “You’re really awake for the both of us.”

“That much was a given,” Damian says, making a small show of folding his uniform. “You should be more concerned with whether or not you’ll be getting fucked.”

“Mm, come over here and find out,” Dick offers, flicking the bed covers open and settling back into the pillows. He watches as Damian sighs, pausing to fish his phone from the folds of his costume and tossing it towards the nightstand. “Planning to text in bed?”

“Perhaps I’ll record your orgasm and set it as my ringtone,” Damian shoots back, soft and sincere, and Dick laughs, reaching out to grab Damian’s wrist and drag him down into a kiss.

It’s a surprisingly dirty kiss, going from a quick touch of chapped lips to open mouths with teeth and tongue, Damian’s thigh hard between his legs and Dick’s hands twisting in the Robin’s hair. Damian works his hands up and under Dick’s shirt, sliding freezing palms down along his side.

“Oh my god, that’s cold!” Dick manages, laughing in between short, sharp kisses, squirming as Damian’s fingers track up his ribs. It’s an unexpected attack, the freezing thumbs pressing into soft skin, and Dick arches away from it. “You’re killing me here, babybat!”

“It’s cold outside,” Damian says, an explanation even as he rubs his palms across Dick’s stomach, grasping for the hem of Dick’s shirt and pulling it up over his head. “Which you would know, if you were out on patrol rather than sleeping.”

“If I was out on patrol, I wouldn’t be here to help warm you up,” Dick counters. He catches Damian’s hands in his own, trying to rub some heat back into them. Damian huffs, collapsing down onto Dick’s chest. “See, this is much better than both of us freezing.”

The next kiss is a little slower, and Damian bumps their foreheads together with a soft, loose smile. Dick kisses his nose and the side of his mouth, letting his hands tangle into the Robin’s hair as Damian reaches down into his sweatpants.

“Glad to see you find me somewhat entertaining,” Damian mumbles, words pressed against his mouth, and Dick clutches at him as firm finger curl around his cock. “I thought perhaps I was losing touch.”

“What, you?” Dick laughs, pressing warm kisses along Damian’s jaw. The grip around him tightens and he moans, hips pressing up into the contact. “Lube’s in the drawer.”

“In a hurry?” Damian asks, hot and low against Dick’s neck, fingers dragging along Dick’s length. He whines, choking on Damian’s name when the Robin gives him a sharp twist. “Maybe I want to take my time.” It’s a hollow threat, and Dick grins up at him.

“Dami, if you wanted nice and slow,” he starts, breaking off as teeth catch against his throat, pressing enough to make him twitch. “…if you wanted nice and slow, you wouldn’t have messaged me first.” Damian’s eyebrows lift, mouth curving up into a quick smile against his skin.

“You’re right, I want it rough.” The words are harsh, pressed into the side of Dick’s throat and accompanied by a hard, fast pump of his cock. He groans, tilting his head to let Damian’s teeth catch against him bottom lip. “I want you unprepared. I want you tight and resisting, I want to feel you trying to take it. I want…”

“Well, shit,” Dick mumbles, sound lost against Damian lips. The Robin pauses, breathes in against his skin, and Dick rubs a thumb over one of his cheekbones before he can pull away. “It’s good, Dami. It’s been a while, yeah? But it’s good, I’m in.”

“Yeah?” Dick nods, dropping his hands away from Damian’s wide-eyed expression to hook his fingers into the waist of his pants instead. He lifts his hips and pushes them down, whining when Damian lets him go and rolls away. “Hush, Grayson, just getting the lube. Like you said, it’s been a while, and I’m not doing you dry. Not tonight, anyway.” The Robin pauses, leaning in to steal a careful, grateful kiss before turning to dig into the bedside drawer.

“Promises, promises,” Dick teases as he sits up, kicking his pants off and tossing them away. His cock is hot and heavy, standing up away from his body. He reaches down for himself, runs a thumb along the slit before giving himself a generous stroke. He hums in the back of his throat, reclining back against the pillows and repeating the process as Damian turns back to face him. With a wink, Dick lets his legs fall open and Damian snorts.

“Show off,” the Robin accuses, and Dick nods, arching his back and quirking an eyebrow when Damian ignores him. “It’s a good thing you’re so pretty, Grayson, otherwise I wouldn’t put up with you.”

“I dunno, babybat,” Dick gasps, hand working up and down his length properly now. He takes a moment, savours the way Damian’s eyes flick down to his cock, the way his jaw goes a little bit slacker. “There are other qualities of mine I think you rather enjoy.”

“Enough,” Damian growls, tossing the lube towards the pillow and surging forward. Dick twists to meet him, opens his legs enough for the Robin to settle between high thighs. Damian’s hands fist in his hair, teeth catching at his lips and dragging hard, dirty kisses from his mouth. He hooks a calf around Damian’s waist, pressing them together as he wraps his hands around their combined lengths.

Damian groans into his mouth, shifting focus and drifting down the curve of his throat. It’s an onslaught of quick, sharp points of contact, marks that will be a hot red in the morning. Visible, too, the first one pressed at the point of his jaw, hard enough to make him jump. He lets his head fall back, hand between them stroking with each pass of the Robin’s teeth.

They’re both leaking now, a slickness between them that covers Dick’s hand. He jerks up into it, a quick thrust that Damian mimics, hips beginning to roll down into the contact, grinding them together. Dick drops his hand away, grabbing instead at Damian’s hair and pulling the teen back up to his lips.

The kiss is bruising, Damian meeting him half way and driving his hips forward. Dick cries out, sound muffled by the Robin’s tongue, trying to spread his thighs wider when Damian thrusts down again. Desperate, he kicks up into it, legs hooking around Damian’s waist as they grind together. Then, Damian’s hand is down between them, wrapping around Dick’s length and pumping. It’s hard and fast, quick rough strokes that have Dick groaning, hips stuttering and sliding until Damian’s hand shifts, abandoning his length to press against his pelvis, fingernails digging in and holding him still against the mattress. Dick squirms, silently protesting the sudden denial of friction, and Damian huffs against his mouth.

“Grayson, we’re not going to rub off against one another like a pair of teenagers in the back seat of a car,” the Robin growls, leaning in for another kiss. Dick breaks the contact with a snort.

“You are a teenager!” he laughs, reaching up to rap his knuckles softly against Damian’s forehead. “As for the car, well, we could go see a drive in movie.”

“Stop talking,” Damian advises, leaning forward to mouth at the underside of Dick’s jaw. Dick sighs, tilting his head back and stroking a thumb over the nape of the Robin’s neck.

“We could go for a drive in the woods,” he continues quietly, closing his eyes and focusing on the softness of Damian’s lips against his skin, counter point to the harsh grip of his fingers digging into Dick’s hips and the burning heat of his arousal. “Maybe after one of those old horror movies, something that will make you want to cuddle up nice and close.” Damian reaches up to try and cover his mouth, fingertips poking at his lips even as Dick laughs and turns away. “Aw Dami, don’t be like that!”

“You’re incorrigible,” the Robin huffs out, low and soft against Dick’s skin. His teeth prick against the lines of his collar bone, sharp and insistent, and Dick swallows a groan. “Horror movies don’t frighten me, Grayson. You might need a better plan.”

“Mm, how about I promise to have you back before your curfew, babybat,” he offers, carding fingers through Damian’s hair, pressing up into the sharp kisses being trailed along his shoulder. “No one would know I’d gotten into your tights - got to keep that sparkling reputation intact.” Damian bites down on his shoulder, a hard nip that has Dick cursing and tugging at the Robin’s hair. “Damian!”

“Would you just shut up?” the Robin demands, leaning forward to steal a rough kiss. He takes another moment to rub his palm across the bite mark on Dick’s shoulder. “Although,” he adds, rubbing a thumb along Dick’s bottom lip with a slow, careful smile. “We actually should go for a drive sometime.”

Dick nods, opens his mouth to agree, but Damian moves in and kisses him again, hard and insistent. Dick goes with it, wrapping his arms around Damian’s neck and trying to push their hips together again. Damian’s hands dart out to his hipbones, gripping and pressing him down hard enough to bruise, and Dick melts back into the mattress as the Robin’s attention drifts lower, mouth tracking down the side of his neck and lips brushing over the shell of his ear.

“Mm, that’s good,” he mumbles, sliding his fingers into Damian’s hair and holding, tugging carefully whenever the Robin’s teeth prick a little too sharp against his skin.

Damian maps out across clavicle, teeth and tongue warm against Dick’s skin, and he presses up into the touch. He tries to push his hips up too, tries to find friction against the hard plains of Damian’s stomach rubbing against him, but the Robin’s hands tighten on his hip, a warning. He ignores it, jerks up again, and Damian bites down on his shoulder.

“Ouch, Dami!” Damian kisses the spot, reaching over to give Dick’s cock an apologetic tug, rough fingers teasing across the head before wrapping around him and pumping. Dick groans, shifting as Damian trails careful bites across his chest, each one timed with a rough twist of the hand wrapped around him. Dick guides him lower, tugging roughly at the Robin’s hair, and Damian looks up to meet his eyes.

“Something you want, Grayson?” he asks softly, thumb reaching the tip of Dick’s cock and rubbing circles, sliding sharply across the slit. Dick inhales, swallowing against the sensation even as his hips jump up to the contact, and Damian laughs. “You know, I forget sometimes how easy it is to get you off.”

“And I always forget how mean you are when you top,” Dick counters, earning himself a sharp nipping kiss as a reward. “Blow me?”

“Well, when you ask so nicely, how can I refuse?” the Robin murmurs, settling himself between Dick’s legs and leaving two chaste kisses against his hip bones. “You do have a pretty cock, Grayson,” he adds, giving him a careful squeeze. Dick grins, reaching down to ruffle Damian’s hair.

When the teen leans in, Dick drops back to the mattress with a contented sigh. Damian’s mouth is wet and warm, teeth carefully girded as he sucks the head into his mouth. Dick grunts, forces himself to lie still and not thrust up into the warmth.

Damian inches down slowly, one hand shifting to curl around the base of Dick’s shaft. His fingers squeeze tight before relaxing again, tongue sliding across the slit even as Damian pulls back again. He runs his mouth down one side, pinching at the head with his fingers, and Dick winces.

“D, you’re so cruel,” he complains, giving a soft grunt of appreciation when Damian drops a kiss to his navel. “C’mon.”

“Patience is a virtue,” Damian offers, succinct and sly, moving to wrap his mouth back around Dick’s length. There’s a moment of tight pressure, Damian’s checks hollowed around his head, then Dick’s hips stutter up and Damian swallows him down.

It’s not an easy rhythm. Damian presses down on his hips, regulating each of Dick’s thrusts as his throat works around Dick’s length. Dick whines, tries to push up further into the friction, murmuring absent sounds of appreciation as Damian breathes him in. He closes his eyes, head dropping back down to the pillow as he focuses on the warm lips on his cock, counterpoint to the soft scrape of teeth against his shaft.

It doesn’t take long for the prickle of pleasure to work it’s away alone his spine, blooming out from the way Damian’s free hand circles the base of his cock, squeezing and releasing in time with each delicate movement of his jaw. Dick groans softly, reaching down to grip haphazardly at the Robin’s hair. Damian makes a sound in the back of his throat, a combination of pleased and surprised, relaxing to let Dick thrust further into his throat.

“…holy shit, you’re the best,” Dick manages, a quick gasp as Damian’s fingers tighten again around him, firm against his skin.

He’s preoccupied with Damian’s mouth, preoccupied with the fingers hard around him, and he almost doesn’t notice the cool wetness of lube against him. He squirms, shifts away from the sensation, then there’s the unmistakable feeling of fingertips soothing over his hole. They press in slightly, pushing against resistance before easing back, rubbing carefully over his sensitive skin.

Dick tenses when they slide in again, deeper this time. He winces, breathes out through his nose, and Damian swallows in more of his cock. Dick gasps, appreciating the distraction, and Damian works the finger in deeper, pulsing it in and out until Dick pushes back onto it.

The second finger is easier, the stinging stretch more familiar this time. Dick collapses back against the pillows, gasping for air as Damian’s tongue swirls around his head and fingers press up deeper within him.

The need to come is painful, and he grabs for the back of Damian’s head, tries to press up deeper into his mouth. Damian swallows around him, fingers jabbing up harder inside his body, and Dick’s hips jerk until he’s buried in deep in the teen’s mouth, Damian’s throat tight and wet around him. Damian hums, swallowing sharply even as he scissors his fingers deep in Dick’s body. There’s a shock of discomfort, of being opened too quickly, then Dick’s coming straight down the back of his protégé’s throat. He grabs blindly for the back of Damian’s head, fingers curling and pulling at soft hair even as the Robin’s hand shift to bracket his hips, holding him steady as Damian swallows around him. He half stutters the beginning of an apology, but Damian fixes him with a look that makes him whimper instead, body twitching through the aftershocks.

Dick drops back against the pillows, boneless and pliant as Damian carefully moves back, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth even as Dick huffs out a small laugh.

“I’m going to write sonnets about your mouth,” Dick manages, gasping for air. Damian collapses down beside him, leans over to kiss his forehead, and Dick opens his eyes with a smile. “No, seriously, Dami. I’ll write you sonnets about the way you suck cock, sonnets and ballads and poetry.” Damian laughs, kisses him once on the mouth, and Dick drags him down for a proper kiss, tasting himself on the Robin’s tongue. His hands search lower, fingers curling around Damian’s leaking erection. “Haiku, songs. Anything you want, Dami.”

“Anything I want?” Damian mumbles, hips canting up as Dick rubs a thumb over his head. Dick nods, kisses haphazardly at Damian’s jaw. “Let me fuck you. Now, like this.”

“…not a lot of lube in me, Dami. This where you want to make it hurt?” Dick asks softly, fingers tightening as Damian’s cock jumps in his hand. The Robin nods once, and Dick grins. “Yeah, let’s do it.” Damian kisses him again, long and deep, before pulling out of Dick’s grip and reaching for the lube discarded on the other side of the bed.

“On your stomach, Grayson,” he instructs over his shoulder, and Dick rolls over, pillowing his head on his arms. “I want to see myself vanishing into that ass of yours.”

“…I don’t think I can get hard again,” Dick murmurs, stretching to watch as Damian settles in behind him. Damian pauses, quirking an eyebrow up, and Dick shrugs. “I’m not a teenager anymore, babybat.”

“We don’t have to,” Damian says, smoothing a hand along the curve of Dick’s ass. “If you would rather, we can wait?”

“Nah, I want to. Just, don’t take it personally if I can’t get off again.”

“You will tell me if this is too much,” Damian orders, reaching up to grab a handful of Dick’s hair and shake him. Dick groans, spreading his legs and Damian sighs. “Grayson. Dick. You’ll tell me. I need to hear you say it.”

“…yeah, D, I’ll let you know if I’m not into it.”

“Good,” Damian says, soft and smug as he pulls harder on Dick’s hair before pressing his face back down into the pillows. Dick grins, twisting as Damian’s weight presses down on top of him, the Robin’s arm curling around beneath his shoulders and teeth catching against his shoulder. “Deep breaths, Grayson.”

Dick obeys, swallows against a suddenly dry throat and breathes in. Damian’s thumb slides carefully along his crease, and he breathes out in a rush. He grabs for the arm around him, twining their fingers together and kissing Damian’s palm. Damian hums, giving his hand a tight squeeze, and presses in.

For a moment, the stretch is gentle. Dick relaxes into it, shuffles back towards the pressure and let’s Damian press his thighs further apart. Then, Damian pushes in a little deeper and Dick flinches away from the sudden burn of pain.

“…Grayson, it’s really, you’re really…” Damian’s voice is low and breathless, chest pressing against Dick’s back and arm tight around his shoulder. Dick reaches his free hand up to grab at Damian’s hair, and the Robin’s hips jerk forward. It’s a little too deep, and Dick groans, forehead hitting the pillows. “Steady, Dick,” Damian cautions, easing back until he’s barely inside.

“Mm, less steady, D,” Dick manages, laughing as Damian huffs against his ear. “Let me have it.”

“Safeword?” Damian demands. Dick groans again. “Say it please.”

“Oh my god, Damian Wayne, I love you and I love that you want to make sure I’m okay, but my safeword is flapjacks and I swear if you ask me to consent one more time I’m going to punch you in the throat.”

“Like you could manage that,” Damian returns, and Dick can feel the smile against his shoulder. He starts to say something, a flirty retort, but Damian shushes him softly. “Grayson, keep your tongue inside your mouth. I don’t want you to bite it off.” And with that, he thrusts back in.

Dick cries out, the force of the movement shoving him roughly against the sheets. There’s a sharp, sliding burn between his legs, and he grabs desperately at Damian’s forearm still wrapped tight around him. There’s a brief respite as Damian pulls back again, and Dick takes a gasping breath before the teen pushes back in, stretch greater than before and the burn pressing deeper into Dick’s stomach.

“S-shit, D, you always this big?” he manages, laughing breathlessly even as Damian thrusts again.

“Half way in, Grayson.” Dick swears, arching up as Damian pushes a little deeper. He flinches away from the thrust, trying to press his hips back to the mattress with a soft curse. “Relax. Deep breaths. You’re not a virgin, Grayson, we both know you can take this.”

“You’re gonna cut me in half,” Dick grits out.

“And you’re going to lie here and let me,” Damian purrs, hand squeezing around Dick’s throat as his hips push forward with a particularly rough thrust. Dick whines, and Damian drops down into him.

“Wait, wait!” Dick manages, voice wet. Damian’s fingers tighten around his throat and he whimpers. “G’me a sec, D, just a sec?” He gasps for air, letting himself collapse against the mattress and feeling himself spasm around the length inside him. Damian inches back, and Dick whimpers his relief into the pillow.

“No.” Dick panics for a moment, tightens his grip on the arm wrapped around him, then Damian’s plunging back into him.

Dick yells, sound punching out of his chest and bubbling from his throat. Fingers shift to tighten against his mouth and he screams against them, scrabbling to grasp at Damian’s wrist as the teen breathes encouragement against his ear. There’s a long, careful moment of stillness, then Damian pulls out again and Dick collapses back to the mattress with a wet groan. He can feel Damian’s cock nudge against him, blunt head pressing back between his cheeks, and tenses against the intrusion.

“Grayson, we good?” Damian asks, fingers gentle against his lips. Dick kisses them on instinct, nodding into the pillow. Damian smiles against his neck. “Words, please.”

“y-yeah, fuck, you’re a bastard,” Dick manages.

“Only to you,” Damian responds, hips rocking forward. His cock drags along Dick’s ass, catching briefly before sliding away. Dick flinches, breathing through his nose as he tries to relax again. “Okay?”

“…shit, yeah okay, do it.”

“Hey,” Damian murmurs, low against his ear. “I love you.” Dick blinks at him, turning his head to try and catch the Robin’s expression, but Damian’s hand plasters back across his mouth and his hips slam forwards. There’s an intense pressure and then a terrible, perfect agony that has Dick thrashing against the sheets, toes curling and tears pouring down his cheeks.

“Oh, I hate you, I fucking hate you,” Dick chokes, voice muffled by Damian’s fingers and the tears caught in his throat. Damian hums in his ear, a surprisingly ragged sound, then the Robin is thrusting properly into him.

It’s not comfortable. There’s a steady burn with each movement, a drawn out slide that has Dick sobbing softly into his arms. Damian fists a hand into his hair, pressing him down into the mattress as he finds his rhythm, cock ploughing into Dick’s ass.

He can feel himself shuddering against the intrusion, each bite of discomfort making his shoulders flinch and twist, pushing wounded noises from his mouth. He knows Damian likes them, can feel the intensity of his thrusts rise to match each sound. He can feel himself sinking into it, each hard push pooling painful heat in his abdomen.

There’s the sound of wet, overwrought keening in the room, and it takes Dick a long moment to recognize his own wrecked voice, to connect the sound of muffled agony with to the thickness in his throat. He’s rutting into the blankets, trying to put more space between his ass and Damian’s cock, trying to find friction against the fabric instead.

“Scream for me,” Damian orders, low and dangerous. Dick flinches, sob choking in his throat, and then Damian rams his cock back inside, down to the hilt in one cruel motion. Dick makes a noise, body convulsing with the searing, unexpected hurt even as fingers tighten around his throat. He gasps, tries to make a sound, body coiled tight and vibrating on Damian’s cock. Then, all at once the tension comes apart, the agonizing warmth in his belly making him spasm and cry out, hands grasping for anything to hold onto. He screams, too, a wail that tumbles out of him and catches on Damian’s hand tight across his mouth.

It’s a terrible orgasm, making him writhe beneath Damian’s ministrations. It’s wrung out of him, forced from him, and when it’s done he slumps back to the sheets with a soft sound.

It takes him a while to come back to himself. Vaguely he’s aware of Damian’s warm weight about him, the arms wrapped around him and the softening cock still inside him. There’s a wetness there, too, a familiar sensation that lets him know Damian came inside him at some point. And still the dull, throbbing agony, his hurting flesh making him shudder and shake.

Damian murmurs gentle things to him, soft and careful. It’s mostly nonsense, and Dick closes his eyes as the familiar voice washes over him. He shifts a little, wincing, and turns his face back into the linen.

“…hey, D?” he mumbles into the pillow. Damian’s arm tightens around him, and he gently slides out. Dick hisses, hips flinching away, and Damian’s hand cups around the back of his neck. “Dami?”

“You okay?” Damian asks softly. “That was...more than I expected…” Dick gives a small hiccupping laugh, sound just on the wrong side of a sob, and Damian’s hand tightens. “Dick, did I…”

“I’m gonna have to write a sonnet about your cock, too,” Dick manages after a long moment, turning to flash Damian a tired smile. The teen’s hand smooths up over his cheek, thumb pausing briefly over his mouth.

“You are far too verbose for a man who just got fucked that hard,” Damian complains, dropping down beside him. “I really am losing my edge.”

“How about we give it half an hour, then you can try to render me silent again?” Dick offers, eyes closed as he cuddles in closer to the Robin.

“I could wake you up by burying myself back inside you,” Damian counters, and Dick hums softly in amusement.

“That’s sweet,” He says, letting Damian curl their fingers together. “I’m game if you are.” He presses a sloppy kiss to Damian’s cheek, reaching over to pull the blanket back towards them. “…although, gotta say, if you try to tell me you love me as a distraction again, I might have to hurt you.”

“Hey, you relaxed when I said it,” Damian defends, smoothing a hand through Dick’s hair. “…you’re good, right?” Dick scoffs, eyes already closed, but Damian jostles him gently. “Dick. I deliberately hurt you. I know you didn’t safeword out, but just…you’re good?”

“Yeah, D, I’m good,” Dick says softly, pressing a chase kiss to Damian’s mouth. “You’re going to come up with a brilliant excuse for me limping around for the next week, but I’m good.”

“I’ll do your patrol,” the Robin promises, letting Dick settle back against him.

“And let me fuck you on the trapeze?” Dick adds. Damian manages to bite off his startled laugh. There’s a long stretch of silence, then Damian shifts beneath him, and Dick grumbles as he buries his head further into the Robin’s shoulder. There’s a long moment of silence, then the soft click of a phone camera. “That better not be of my ass, D.”

“Not this time,” Damian murmurs, stroking a hand through Dick’s hair. There’s another click and Dick sighs. “Shh, I want a selfie with you looking fucked out.”

“…a selfie?” Damian shrugs, and Dick opens his eyes to blink at the Robin. “Do I need to learn how to selfie as well?” Damian laughs, loud in the silence of the room. “What?”

“Go to sleep, Dick,” the teen advises, tossing the phone away and curling in close. Dick resists for a moment, then sighs and relaxes into the embrace. “I’ll teach you all about it tomorrow.”

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