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hades!dami!!!!!!!!!!!

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Some thoughts 

I’m a timkon truther but even more so a damijon truther. Them aging them up separately is horrible. Any I’ve been thinking about them c reader who is just desperate to get away, not from them in particular just their life and like it’s death by a thousand cuts for them and they just go crazy because nothings working nothing is making you stay, Jon is voting baby trap apart from your not dating them and dami is like kidnap than babytrap 

Also rekindered love with Roy? Like he never left the bars but you return after a break up and the evil spirit of the failed situationship comes to possess you and you’re in his bed

Jason in his king of Gotham era, perhaps he kidnaps some rich person he had a thing for and he is obviously hiding who he is but keeps her way too long, think bad mafia romance, his henchmen are calling him out and he’s like picking petals off a flower 

I’ve been thinking about superbat a lot but nothing I’m particular just like having Bruce’s money and being adored very cute, perhaps they like ask their s/o to be theres and their like no sorry babe and them like blackmailing like stories plastered everywhere being blacklisted so on

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I think both Kori and babs are midnight rain and sunshine with dick at different parts

I think dick leaves Gotham and he’s midnight rain and babs is sunshine, she’s there, she’s a safe option, she’s a ray of hope but yet tied to Bruce

When she becomes oracle I think she closes this door that’s just been perpetually open and dick feels it, he feels bad for leaving babs and not looking out for Jason and not the doors are closed and Bruce was right?

I think Kori has sunshine written all over her in the beginning like the classic your too bright to hang with the bats and so he never really takes her seriously but than the titans stop being the titans, which is the only home that koris ever known on this planet but ever is so caught in there own grief they don’t consider that and koris left looking to make her own name and she understands why dick left but that doesn’t mean she forgives him

Anyway clit recognises clit and Kori and babs is the ultimate ship

I’m just yapping but I saw some posts on tik tok and like ppl who ship dick and Kori are mean to babs and than bab and dick shippers are like dumb bimbo. We don’t have to misogynistic or ableist to get our ideas out there

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Okay so, and stay with me, imagine virgin!jason losing his virginity at a glory hole. It gets too much, Kori and Roy wear the notches on their belt like badges of honour both able to let people in, bare their skin, Jason can’t. He feels like a monster:( any person he managed to trick into his bedroom is just obviously going to run and abandon him once they see his body. He also missed a lot of social development, while Roy was learning (failing) at flirting, Jason was at the league thinking about revenge on his not dad so he wasn’t romancing I think he’s a book smut guy, I think porn makes him feel bad and jason doesn’t know what he looks like, like the mirror image is contorted and it hurts to look at. so he visits you, finally getting his cock sucked and hes being praised. you can tell hes not very experienced, his voice is shaky and desperation fills the stall, he comes too soon but you dont tell him that just praise him, very good customer service. so good you have a new returning customer(and stalker)

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⭒˚‧ showgirls ‧˚⭒

⋆₊˚⊹Kori's ruby red lips marks the martini as her's, the dancer haunts your bar until the masqueraders filter out. the two of you marooned alone, in a bar far too seedy for her, even for you. pretty green eyes watch as you tidy the bar, her advances becoming more and more vulgar with every bend. kori knows. she knows that she's your forbidden fruit, she'll never understand why humans turn love into sin, even in the show, a fine section of the abursb and outliners. and yet you still deny yourself her. kori would've left this sleazy place long ago, she just needs you with her. kori doesnt miss how your eyes linger when shes on stage or how you seemingly always notice when she disappears with a well paying patron. she adores the kicked puppy look you get when she reappears. kori always goes too far, wandering behind the bar, hands going where they shouldn't. somehow, someway, you ended up stripped and pressed against the cool glass of behind the bar, supposedly your domain, yet Kori's got a fistful of your hair. no longer can you escape her eyes or her, at all. your body arches to her own, her hand seemingly seering into your hip, keeping you steady for her but the burning soon fizzes out as kori finally gives you what you needed, her finger traces delicate circles over your panties, so close to finally getting what you need. but you made kori wait, so youre going to have to beg

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showgirl prompts

sleazy business dealings hidden behind swaths of glitter

a lipstick print on a shimmering neck

lowered eyes, husky voices, fingers searching for coins

the scream of applause drowning out exhaustion

stepping along in sky-high heels to a thrumming heartbeat

late nights, concealer-covered eye bags, unglamorous monday mornings

makeup brushes shared between lazy fingers

picking up languages over time, speaking just enough to entertain

glitter on the floor of the cabaret the morning after

applying makeup over tear-stained cheeks

a new identity with a new costume, a new life in a new city

faces glistening with sweat and tears after a performance, chest rising and lowering faster than you can breathe

growing numb to glitter and parties, disassociating in the glamour

empty apartments that only see a few hours of sleep, lives left behind

soft feathers over hard muscle

the balance of a day and night job; callused fingers into jazz hands, slick buns into curled blowouts

ruby red lips dipping into a martini glass, leaving behind a stain

alcohol poured with poison

dancers moving in and out of rotation, lifelong friends never seen again

at the end of the day, effort and desperation lost to the glitz and drama

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thinking about...

⋆₊˚⊹ love potions

⋆₊˚⊹ when you slipped it into Bruce Wayne's tea, a few drops just to get some information you needed:( but your paper is quickly tossed aside. bruce was hanging on to his sanity by a thread, his favourite journalist had been hounding, some would say it borders stalking but game recognises game and bruce or the bat adores the little game the two of you are playing.

⋆₊˚⊹ youre the closest one, other than Tim, to come so close to taking off his mask, which is why there was only ever one way this little meeting would end. you finding a new home

he found the poorly hidden camera adorable when you first walked through the door, now though? he hopes it survives as he because the buttons don't.

⋆₊˚⊹ bruce of course finds the love potion, and he can envision the titles journalist goes too far, forfeiting morals for a dead end story, one thats been ran over and over. it doesnt matter the proof you had, bruce had the video of the act, pictures of you buying it and home security footage of you drugging him. not looking good for you sweetpea:(

⋆₊˚⊹ but brucie is kind and is of course willing to work something out, privately, no need to leave the manor.

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august, and hopeful scenic prompts

warm flash storms and the cool mist after

the last long stretches of summer; slow daylight and lazy afternoons

sitting without speaking, legs intertwined

being able to go down the street and see people rocking back and forth on their porches, in quiet conversation

studying what you feel like; remember what it's like to enjoy learning again

walking around after sunset, stumbling over words, saying whatever comes to mind

the last new buds pushing up through fragile soil

reading books and poetry

breathless secrets, being able to think through feelings for the first time

plants craning towards the sun, soaking up every ray that beams down for as long as they can

fresh notebooks and inky pens

open-toed sandals and breezy blouses, the taste of citrus and sea salt

escape through time, through moments feeling longer and shorter than they should

the end, and the beginning, all over again

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I think Roy proposes three months in and even if you say no and real up he’s running around calling you his wife in a gender neutral wife bc he’s also calling dick, Jason and wally his wives too but he’s deadass with you he gets a crumb of kindness and he’s demanding you never leave, I love whatever is wrong with him

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clark kent fucking you in a headlock. | 18+

“i bet you could keep me in a chokehold and fuck me stupid at the same time.” you’d announced to your boyfriend, using your best fuck-me eyes, nudging your knuckles under his chin with that bratty smile he hadn’t built up any resistance to. the full arsenal which you knew would short-circuit his conscience.

he’d lasted maybe two hours after that. and now—

cheek’s mashed into the mattress, one of your arms is pinned awkwardly under your chest, the other caught between his body and yours, useless. he’s sunk in balls-deep and barely pulls out more than a few inches to build momentum before slamming back, his pelvis crashing against your asscheeks like he’s trying to fuck you through the bedframe. every ounce of his body wants to let go, to let you feel the full brunt of what he’s truly capable of. but he doesn’t. he won’t.

he’s got you in a tight headlock, arm flexed around your throat, just shy of a blackout. tactically tight, so not as to crush your windpipe, all the while giving you exactly what you desired: the pressure, the floaty, hotheaded rush from getting fucked like a dog and being half-strangled simultaneously. your mouth stretches around the thick curve of his bicep, teeth sinking into the firm meat. it’s right there—so yummy and tempting, and biting down is the only thing keeping you from unraveling completely. you drag your tongue along the veins, moaning into his skin. clark barely reacts to all of this: he simply groans through clenched teeth, hips still slamming into you mercilessly, the wet plap-plap-plap of skin loud and obscene.

“s-sorry,” he pants, voice cracking. heat sears between your connected bodies, sticky with sweat. “you’re okay? you—you can tap out, you know that, right?” a weak, muffled noise from you. doesn’t matter though, as your pussy’s doing all the talking, squeezing the life out of his cock like it’s trying to milk him dry.

“should’ve stopped,” he mumbles to himself, almost remorseful but apparently not enough to stop. “should’ve—shouldn’t be doing this to you.” but he is. still is. and you’re taking it all the same, pussy sucking him in greedily like a vacumn. your vision goes blurry right before you cum—air thinning out of your lungs, brain neurons misfiring. clark feels you clench again and groans into the crook of your neck, hips pistoning viciously through your orgasm like a man possessed. not even for himself—just to wring every bit of pleasure out of your body.

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Funniest part about Robin Jason canonically going to heaven is that it implies either 1) Jason didn’t kill Felipe and Bruce completely blew up their relationship for no reason or 2) you’re allowed in heaven after killing someone as long as that someone really deserved it, which would then imply that heaven itself is on Jason’s side in the Jason vs Bruce conflict.

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about to clock in, thinking about the whiplash of yandere!superbat and like in every iteration of it like obviously Bruce and Clark is cute lil puppy x unhinged (bad) stalker, of course Clark is a lil unhinged but it’s getting you 3 bouquets instead of one because he doesn’t know which flowers you like the most if he knows your top ten? You’re getting them, while Bruce is price gouging you to drive you into his arms

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Did you look at this post? I thought you might love it

https://www.tumblr.com/reebmiester/725234141090693120?source=share

!!! it so dick!!!!!!!!!!!! hes so mirrorball my baby

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And when I break it's in a million pieces this song fits dick grayson so well its not even funny

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red hood and the outlaws!!!!

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Okay so imagine Clark with like an anti soulmate like maybe his s/os an angel and if they sleep together they get kicked out or maybe they worship a god and the god gives them power but sleeping with Clark or being with Clark would get them kicked out or a one sided soulmate because I know that would knock him dead like not a lil tanty but full Clark crash out (he calls Bruce for kidnapping advice, or Diana)

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