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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@batsign
YOU'VE C H A N G E D THE LOCKS THREE TIMES,
HE STILL COMES REELING THROUGH THE DOOR.
HELLO THERE!! this is an independent, highly selective bruce wayne / batman from dc comics and mixed media. this interpretation is part comic-based and part movie-based, but largely ignoring the dcu.
my name is mei, i am 21 years old, been floating around in the dc fandom for... 5ish years. i'm currently in college so activity will be medium to low.
inbox: 21 drafts: 08
INFO and GUIDELINES.
MOVED TO @herrage
MOVED TO @herrage
MOVED TO @herrage
do you conk the bat
fuck
marry
kill
thinking about bringing my oc to Tumblr. also scared as shit to bring my oc to Tumblr,
" 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 “ 😂
"... hm. smash out of curiosity. i feel as if i've missed something."
𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 🔫
"smash. then smash again. and then smash once more."
𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 " 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 “ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒. 𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 .
send an emoji for a starter based on the trope.
tw: dark themes present ( blood, death etc )
“ my muse ” is the muse of person receiving the meme. “ your muse ” is the muse of the person sending the meme.
🛏️ - a starter where our muses have to share one bed.
💍 - a starter where our muses are enemies forced to marry.
⚔️ - a starter where our muses are fighting and my muse admits their feelings for yours. ( add + reverse for your muse to admit their feelings )
😴 - a starter where my muse is comforting your muse after a nightmare. ( add + reverse for your muse to comfort mine )
🤕 - a starter where my muse is patching up your muse’s injuries. ( add + reverse for your muse to be patching up my muse’s injuries. )
🥂 - a starter where my muse drunkenly confesses their true feelings about your muse to them.
💭 - a starter where my muse chooses to give up their memories of your muse to save them. ( add + reverse for your muse to give up their memories to save mine )
🥊 - a starter where my muse pins yours whilst sparring. ( add + reverse for your muse to pin mine )
🛡️ - a starter where my muse protects yours from a fight. ( add + reverse for your muse to protect mine. )
🩸 - a starter where my muse is injured and yours demands to know who hurt them. ( add + reverse for your muse to be injured )
💋 - a starter where our muses have to kiss to maintain their cover.
🧑🤝🧑 - a starter where our muses are fake dating.
🤐 - a starter where our muses have to pretend they’re not dating.
🤯 - a starter where my muse recognises yours from a past life, but your muse does not remember them.
☠️ - a starter where my muse admits their true feelings for your muse after believing they’re about to die, but they survive. ( add + reverse for your muse to admit their feelings to mine )
🔪 - a starter where my muse kills to protect your muse. ( add + reverse for your muse to kill to protect mine )
💔 - a starter where my muse breaks your muse’s heart to save them. ( add + reverse for your muse to break my muse’s heart )
🌪️ - a starter where our muses are trapped together during a storm.
💰 - a starter where my muse has to seduce yours for information. ( add + reverse for your muse to try to seduce mine )
✋ - a starter where my muse traces your muse’s scars. ( add + reverse for your muse to trace my muse’s scars )
🫂 - a starter where my muse runs to embrace yours after winning a battle. ( add + reverse for your muse to embrace mine )
👗 - a starter where my muse helps yours get ready for a fancy event [ eg. fixing their tie, zipping their dress ] ( add + reverse for your muse to help mine get ready )
Fingertips tickle teasingly under her shirt. Goosebumps pebble to the surface of her skin. Electricity flowing through her nerves in gentle hums. A touch she's missed for far too long. Heat pooling between her thighs, patiently stirring and growing as Bruce reacquainted her body with his touch.
"That is one of the things princess do." Brown eyes stuck on his lips. His breath intoxicating even after a full day. She tilts her head. Neck leaning forward to chase after his lips. "Would you prefer I command you, my Knight?"
"That is one of the things princesses do." He manages to remark slyly before Diana cuts him off with her lips. And for a few moments, he's consumed by a blinding passion, hunger anew reaching out and grasping him within its fiery grip. Hands traverse the other woman's body until they successfully bring the shirt over long, brown hair and flick it somewhere nearby on the mat.
"I did miss you," his baritone voice murmurs in a husk, teeth briefly biting into her bottom lip and dragging it. His breath, warm against her skin, trails lower, down her neck, her collarbone, nosing while his hips roll enchantingly into Diana's for some sweet friction
Inch by inch, Diana's muscles begin to relax. Her body easily resting against Bruce's. She can feel the subtle cracking of joints with each easing of her muscles. Her pleasure and appreciation made known in quiet hums trapped in her throat, vibrating against Bruce's increasingly demanding kisses.
Forced impossibly tighter against him, adjusting her legs around his waist, "Bruce," she exhales. "Just take my clothes off." Her tone is stuck between commanding and suggesting him to do so. Her body trapped so preciously tight against him to feel every bit of heat and want radiating from his body.
Diana's voice, darkening rapidly like winter's duck, is rife with an unspoken frequency of desire that only the two of them tune into. A delightful thrum of electricity courses through Bruce's veins in acknowledgement, the friction between their hips ever-so-taunting, so delicious. "Hm." He hums, pretending to think about it. His fingers crawl teasingly along the hem of her shirt, leave trails of fire up her abdomen, even moreso when he daringly palms her underneath her shirt. "Is that a request?" The dark-haired man questions innocently. "Maybe I won't," he lilts, barely an inch away from her lips, his eyes flickering luridly between her heavy gaze and her lips that are right there. The tension, the desire between them was nearly addictive. How could he resist drawing it out?
Arms easily slide around the curve of Diana’s waist to pull her in properly, the strength in his hands alone enough to keep her in place. They fit together like two missing puzzle pieces on the blue of the mat. It was hard to believe who they turned into in the dark of the night—a caped crusader and a warrior of truth.
“There are many things I love about you, indeed,” Bruce murmurs. His lips ghost over the angle of her jaw, the pulse point of her neck, hand possessively at the small of her back. “Too many to list off, of course.”
Her head tilts to one side. Hair casually pulled over her shoulder and out of Bruce's path. "But you could try," she hums in amusement. "Give me an idea as to how much you missed me while you were away." She could drift away in peace with only the feeling of his lips on her skin and her name on his tongue. Truly very selfish of her to want one person completely to herself so much of the time.
“I know a challenge when I hear one, Amazon,” the Dark Knight laughs quietly. He continues perusing with his lips at his convenience, calloused hands running along the smooth skin just under the hem of her shirt. His teeth graze the junction of her neck and shoulder like searching for the juice of a pomegranate, sinking into the soft flesh tantalizingly to soothe with his tongue.
“Pictures are worth a thousand words, but actions are worth even more.” Bruce points out. A hand slides from Diana waist to the curve of her thigh, squeezing and pulling her against him purposefully, languidly, like he intended to crack her open and feast upon her, appreciate the taste and texture of their conjoined senses.
Bruce leaned against his hand and braced himself to sit up slightly, raising the other to cup the side of Diana’s face. Warmth radiated between them, and he briefly thinks of how much he had missed her, how much her presence was radiant. He met her lips earnestly, like it was oxygen and he were a man in space, deprived.
Just to be in Diana’s arms was reprieve enough for the last few weeks of being away. Just this moment alone, this intimacy between them away from prying eyes and the chaos of Gotham. Bruce chuckled into the kiss, briefly pulling away simply to breathe in her scent. It made his head spin.
“And what if you were right?” He asks, laughing. “As if you’re ever wrong about matters of the heart.”
Her body eases easily into his arms. Legs outstretched behind him. The two tangled up together in a neat pretzel. "That's why I'm a law student now," she teases. Diana steals away another kiss from his lips. Arms resting gently on his shoulders. She was always right, and she was confident in it. Bruce for the most part was an easy book to read. The motivations behind his actions still left to be translated, but she felt safe in assuming what his next possible steps would be. The man behind the mask was someone else entirely, someone new for her to get to know. "That's just one of the many things you love about me."
Arms easily slide around the curve of Diana’s waist to pull her in properly, the strength in his hands alone enough to keep her in place. They fit together like two missing puzzle pieces on the blue of the mat. It was hard to believe who they turned into in the dark of the night—a caped crusader and a warrior of truth.
“There are many things I love about you, indeed,” Bruce murmurs. His lips ghost over the angle of her jaw, the pulse point of her neck, hand possessively at the small of her back. “Too many to list off, of course.”
Aphrodite and Eros themselves would be proud of the influence that they had over Bruce through Diana's presence alone. Normally such a quiet, stoic and reserved man, he laid relaxed under her weight, unbothered by how she pinned him against the mat. No, he was the opposite of bothered, even lounging in the attention like a cat.
"I don't think I have the authority to deny you, princess," Bruce plays along coyly.
She shifts her position above Bruce onto his lap. Fingers move casually through his hair and pushes it out of his face. "I don't think you would even if I weren't a princess," she grins. This she knew well. The great shift in his eyes she noticed when his eyes locked onto hers in a room. It's not something she could ever deny. He may be wrapped around her finger, but she was wrapped around his just as much. Both of them tangled together in a web of red string.
Diana bends down, curling around him. She brings her lips down to his in a kiss.
Bruce leaned against his hand and braced himself to sit up slightly, raising the other to cup the side of Diana’s face. Warmth radiated between them, and he briefly thinks of how much he had missed her, how much her presence was radiant. He met her lips earnestly, like it was oxygen and he were a man in space, deprived.
Just to be in Diana’s arms was reprieve enough for the last few weeks of being away. Just this moment alone, this intimacy between them away from prying eyes and the chaos of Gotham. Bruce chuckled into the kiss, briefly pulling away simply to breathe in her scent. It made his head spin.
“And what if you were right?” He asks, laughing. “As if you’re ever wrong about matters of the heart.”
Her body eases easily into Bruce's touch. Guard quickly falling with his touch over her skin. She could curse Aphrodite and the Moirai for putting herself in Bruce Wayne's path. A strange but equal match for her own stubbornness, curiosity, and desires.
Diana's lips tug into a slow, easy smirk. "And I am a princess as you so kindly noted," she says, "Perhaps I should just take my station that is above yours and have my way with you?"
Aphrodite and Eros themselves would be proud of the influence that they had over Bruce through Diana's presence alone. Normally such a quiet, stoic and reserved man, he laid relaxed under her weight, unbothered by how she pinned him against the mat. No, he was the opposite of bothered, even lounging in the attention like a cat.
"I don't think I have the authority to deny you, princess," Bruce plays along coyly.
Eyes grow wide. Her own body shifts beneath her without her permission. She lands on top of Bruce's abdomen and begins to laugh. "I don't doubt you have." Women have to do what they can to compensate for the size difference men have against them.
Diana leans over top of him. Hands firm and flat on either side of his head. Brown hair cascading down in their wild, messy curls past her shoulders. She tilts her head looking down at him. "If you wanted me to sit on you, you could have just asked," she teases.
Bruce grins in return, openly taking in Diana's beauty while she lingers over the top of him. He can't help but reach up and loosely thread his fingers through the curtain of brown hair, allowing his fingers to graze the warmth of her cheek and the slope of her neck. "You know that I'm not used to having to ask for things, billionaire playboy and all," Bruce jests in return. "What was I supposed to say? Will you sit on me please?"
