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summary: Turns out you had met the Waynes well before meeting your husband. pairing: Bruce Wayne x fem!reader tags and warning(s): Nothing as far as I'm aware, wrote this in an hour and I'm way too sleepy to proofread this. some info might not be accurate, Maybe OOC word count:1.1k dc mlist bruce wayne mlist
Bruce Wayne had a hollow pit in his heart that ached for the simple things in life, such as Jason picking up his call, dick staying the night at the manor, among others. But like everyone else, he wished for things that could never happen, like his parents alive and well beyond their early thirties, and meeting you, his wife.
But what if fate had other plans?
simon ‘ghost’ riley is the only one who will stick up for price’s beloved secretary, pt.3
(part one, part two)
The burns healed well, and quickly.
A few red marks, sensitive to the touch for only a few days, then it disappeared thankfully.
However, what hasn’t disappeared, is the growing tension between yourself and the one and only Simon Riley.
I mean of course things are going to be awkward since he saw you sat in your bra—
But this feels more personal than just ‘awkwardness’.
Youve even caught him staring a few times.
It always starts the same way, that feeling of being looked at, then when you turn to face him, his gaze is immediately averted and he pretends nothing happened.
You thought it would’ve been a one time thing.. or just something that lingered for a week or two.
But no,
It’s now been a whole month of small talk and awkward interactions at the coffee station.
And it’s always Simon making a comment telling you not to get it spilled on your shirt again.
Which you can’t help but laugh at, even when it gets repetitive.
It stays this way until one night..
It’s late, very late.
You decided to put in some overtime, because of course Price chose to suddenly dump a bunch of files on your desk for you to sort through—
Due fucking tomorrow.
And you’re already exhausted from a whole day of meetings with Laswell and making sure he doesn’t mess anything up.
It also turns out that on this same day, Simon was staying too.
You’re in the middle of reading, the silence in the office feels eerily comforting at this time.
But it’s interrupted by the thuds of heavy footsteps, you don’t even have to look up to know who it is.
Simon stops right in front of your desk, hands low on his hips. And his crotch right in your eye line.
Before he notices how flustered you are, your eyes dart up to meet his through the mask.
“Price has you doin’ even more work?”
His voice is hoarse, likely from yelling at recruits all day. But god is it hot..
You give him a polite smile and nod, grabbing another piece of paper from the pile as you begin to speak—
“Yeah.. I don’t know how long I’ll be here for”
Simon smirks as you roll your eyes, he knows this is the last thing you want to do on a Friday evening.
All his does his hum back, and begins to turn around to walk away.
Classic Simon.
He always does this, leaves the moment he knows you want more.
Normally you just let him leave, you’re not a chaser, right..?
Well, guess things have changed tonight. Because for some reason you find yourself calling his name before standing up from your seat.
He looks back over his shoulder,
“Do you mind helping me? There’s.. quite a lot.” You look down at the pile to try and emphasise your point.
Simon pauses for one moment, even surprised himself. But what kind of man is he if he says no to a woman who needs help?
And not just any woman— it’s you.
“mhm, sure luv”
You try to ignore the pet names, but the sudden feeling between your thighs reminds you just how much Simon affects you.
About an hour later, the files had finally been done.
At first it was quiet, sort of awkward with the underlying tension.
But now, the conversation is thankfully beginning to set off—
“.. and then I heard Soap telling Gaz about what happened in the break room last month.. yknow the coffee thing?”
Yes.. you’re rambling. But Simon doesn’t mind, not one bit.
He nods along to make sure you know he’s listening, now leaning back in his seat with arms folded loosely.
“hm… ye’ i wouldn’t forget that”
“Well anyway, then Soap began to whisper about it. I think he realised I could literally hear them clear as day.. and then Gaz started to smirk and agree with whatever was going on.”
You take a bit of a breath and continue,
“So basically, Soap thinks that there’s something going on between us.” You don’t realise how blunt that sounds until the words leave your mouth.
Simon just shrugs nonchalantly, and you’re shocked by what he says next..
“Well, he’s not exactly wrong hm?”
You genuinely have no response, which causes him to smirk once more.
When you’ve gathered your thoughts, Simon speaks before you can.
“Unless I’ve been overthinkin’ it.”
You immediately shake your head, probably too eagerly.
“No.. no, I mean. I just didn’t know that you thought it was like that.”
“Why wouldnt I?”
“Well.. you’re a bit well known for not having feelings..”
Now that causes a gruff chuckle to leave him, much to your surprise.
“I s’pose yur right.”
It’s silent after that. Not anything bad, not at all.
It’s a comfortable silence, like a break for both of you to think how to word whatever’s coming next.
“So.. what is it that you’ve been feeling exactly?” Your curiosity gets the better of you, you need to know whether he’s thinking of this in the same way that you are..
“Well, all I know is that I struggle not ta think bout you bent over this desk righ’ now.”
The wetness in your panties is even shocking you now, you don’t know what to say..
Simon is never usually this bold, but you can’t help but love it—
“I.. wow”
Next thing you know, you’re sat on top of your desk, Price’s files scattered and forgotten about, with Simon’s lips on yours.
He stands between your open legs, causing your skirt to ride up much higher then you would usually allow—
One of Simon’s large gloved hands rests at the back of you head, helping you tilt it up to meet him.
The kiss starts off slow, but you gain confidence rather quickly.
Your arms rest on his broad shoulders, and your tongue makes its way to his.
Simon’s other hand moves down your waist to quickly scoop under your ass and lift you up.
You’re taken by surprise, and as you let out a quick high pitched noise; your legs automatically wrap around his torso.
You wish that you could see his full face, but you understand his boundaries and are grateful that he’s even trusted you enough to lift it to just below his nose.
And luckily, that gives you enough space to plant long kisses along his sharp jawline and neck.
Specifically his pulse point.
His hand begins to creep underneath your blouse—
Just against your lower back and it causes an involuntary shiver.
“this alrigh’?” he mumbles quickly, and you hum in approval.
The tent in his cargos is also undeniable now, and you both know it.
But nobody wants to break apart long enough to say anything about it.
Suddenly one of the doors to the office bursts open.. but none of you are paying enough attention to hear it.
Well, Simon does. But he doesn’t want to stop.
Then a loud cough is finally what captures your attention.
You pull back and look over Simon’s shoulder to see, Captain Price.
“What happened to those files I gave to you, y/n?”
His tone is extremely authoritative, and you instantly know you’re both fucked.
soap x reader; dubcon
amateur porn star reader and friend soap where soap so happens to stumble into reader’s videos accidentally.
he doesn’t mean to at first, it was just a coincidence that he didn’t even register the possibility that it could be you- that is until he caught the familiar anklet you always wore.
then, it was just pure curiosity. the more he watched, the more he couldn’t stop…and he kept telling himself it was just that: curiosity…
but it wasn’t until late one night when he’s fisting his cock to the various videos in your library, does he pause when he sees a familiar man- that tattoo…that mask on that dresser. that damn fucking mask. Thats when he knows it isn’t just curiosity anymore.
he forgets the urge he has to cum and immediately picks up the phone, leg bouncing before he heard a click on the other end. “Hello?”
“YOU DID PORN WITH [x]?!”
“mate, it’s 2 in the morning,” replies a groggy voice on the other end.
“Ghost, did you, or did you not, have sex with [x]?”
there’s an audible sigh on the other end before a response comes through. and to soap, it’s like a whole era has gone by. “It was like a friends with benefits thing. we both had feelings for each other but with deployment round the corner, we decided to keep it casual. as for the porn thing, that was her idea and I just went along with it.”
fuck. soap mumbles from the other end of the line. “dude, you gotta get me in on it.”
“fuck off. ask her yourself.”
soap grumbles a response but quickly hangs up and quite frankly, ghost is too tired to actually care so he doesn’t bother following up.
over the next few days, soap is constantly trying to dance around the topic- “what d’ya think of simon?” “does the mask thing turn you on?” but you somehow have an answer for everything and if he didn’t know better, he’d leave it there. so, he does what he has to do-
“I know you did porn with ghost.”
and from there, everything unravels. he’s not shy about his intentions and as much as you try to push him off, he’s just so damn persistent. so with his stupid puppy dog eyes, you find yourself saying yes.
soap just can’t wait for your next stream. he gets a haircut, even shaves himself prim and proper for the camera and shows up jittering with excitement.
and you? you can’t even look him in the eye while you’re setting up the camera.
“I thought the shy act was just for the camera but I guess you’re just always like this.” you swallow a lump in your throat from the insinuation: he’s watched you before.
immediately, he’s on you. poor bastards who can only watch you through their screens, he thinks. a sharp clap comes down on your ass, your tits, your cunt- anywhere he can get his hands on. “like it rough, huh? aye, I know you do.” he doesn’t need to ask, he’s seen the videos.
he’s eating you out feverishly, fingers stuffing your cunt to the brim and curling them to a delicious angle that just makes you delirious.
you grab your pillow, covering your face with it while muffling your pitiful moans. “look at this whiny clit, oh she’s just beggin’ for some love.”
despite the embarrassment from the narration, your high builds up quick, but soap is a stubborn man who denies you that climax. “wanna hear you say you’re my little cum dump, baby.”
and although you were naked and spread wide for him, you still had your pride so you bit on your tongue to stay quiet. but soap isn’t deterred. instead, he’s sucking on your clit for dear life, alternating between languid movements up and down your slit and rapid flicks against the bundle of nerves.
he does this over and over and over- threatening an all night stream if you don’t give him what he wants. so eventually you mumble- “I-I’m your…your cumdump,” your words are broken with sobs but they’re audible.
soap smirks triumphantly, grabbing a fistful of your hair and forcing you into a nasty arch. “Louder, let your audience know just whatcha are.”
you sniffle, so close to breaking from a mind shattering orgasm. “Y-your cumdump Johnny! Johnny! Pl-please…c-cumming!”
and with the best seat in the house, he quite literally watches your mind go blank. your body trembles with the vigor of all the stolen orgasms that came before. and the haze in your head was so intense that you don’t even notice your screen flashing with a notification-
ghost_mw4 has joined the stream
soap x reader; dubcon
amateur porn star reader and friend soap where soap so happens to stumble into reader’s videos accidentally.
he doesn’t mean to at first, it was just a coincidence that he didn’t even register the possibility that it could be you- that is until he caught the familiar anklet you always wore.
then, it was just pure curiosity. the more he watched, the more he couldn’t stop…and he kept telling himself it was just that: curiosity…
but it wasn’t until late one night when he’s fisting his cock to the various videos in your library, does he pause when he sees a familiar man- that tattoo…that mask on that dresser. that damn fucking mask. Thats when he knows it isn’t just curiosity anymore.
he forgets the urge he has to cum and immediately picks up the phone, leg bouncing before he heard a click on the other end. “Hello?”
“YOU DID PORN WITH [x]?!”
“mate, it’s 2 in the morning,” replies a groggy voice on the other end.
“Ghost, did you, or did you not, have sex with [x]?”
there’s an audible sigh on the other end before a response comes through. and to soap, it’s like a whole era has gone by. “It was like a friends with benefits thing. we both had feelings for each other but with deployment round the corner, we decided to keep it casual. as for the porn thing, that was her idea and I just went along with it.”
fuck. soap mumbles from the other end of the line. “dude, you gotta get me in on it.”
“fuck off. ask her yourself.”
soap grumbles a response but quickly hangs up and quite frankly, ghost is too tired to actually care so he doesn’t bother following up.
over the next few days, soap is constantly trying to dance around the topic- “what d’ya think of simon?” “does the mask thing turn you on?” but you somehow have an answer for everything and if he didn’t know better, he’d leave it there. so, he does what he has to do-
“I know you did porn with ghost.”
and from there, everything unravels. he’s not shy about his intentions and as much as you try to push him off, he’s just so damn persistent. so with his stupid puppy dog eyes, you find yourself saying yes.
soap just can’t wait for your next stream. he gets a haircut, even shaves himself prim and proper for the camera and shows up jittering with excitement.
and you? you can’t even look him in the eye while you’re setting up the camera.
“I thought the shy act was just for the camera but I guess you’re just always like this.” you swallow a lump in your throat from the insinuation: he’s watched you before.
immediately, he’s on you. poor bastards who can only watch you through their screens, he thinks. a sharp clap comes down on your ass, your tits, your cunt- anywhere he can get his hands on. “like it rough, huh? aye, I know you do.” he doesn’t need to ask, he’s seen the videos.
he’s eating you out feverishly, fingers stuffing your cunt to the brim and curling them to a delicious angle that just makes you delirious.
you grab your pillow, covering your face with it while muffling your pitiful moans. “look at this whiny clit, oh she’s just beggin’ for some love.”
despite the embarrassment from the narration, your high builds up quick, but soap is a stubborn man who denies you that climax. “wanna hear you say you’re my little cum dump, baby.”
and although you were naked and spread wide for him, you still had your pride so you bit on your tongue to stay quiet. but soap isn’t deterred. instead, he’s sucking on your clit for dear life, alternating between languid movements up and down your slit and rapid flicks against the bundle of nerves.
he does this over and over and over- threatening an all night stream if you don’t give him what he wants. so eventually you mumble- “I-I’m your…your cumdump,” your words are broken with sobs but they’re audible.
soap smirks triumphantly, grabbing a fistful of your hair and forcing you into a nasty arch. “Louder, let your audience know just whatcha are.”
you sniffle, so close to breaking from a mind shattering orgasm. “Y-your cumdump Johnny! Johnny! Pl-please…c-cumming!”
and with the best seat in the house, he quite literally watches your mind go blank. your body trembles with the vigor of all the stolen orgasms that came before. and the haze in your head was so intense that you don’t even notice your screen flashing with a notification-
ghost_mw4 has joined the stream
dc characters : domesticity
pairings ⦂ d.grayson ࿔ j.todd ࿔ t.drake ࿔ c.kent ࿔ w.west ࿔ r.harper ࿔ koriand'r x reader
࿐ descriptions of what it's like living with them.
༅ DICK GRAYSON
: he's mainly out on the go, and when he comes back, it’s never empty handed. some mornings, it's you waking up to him all suited up with goods from your favourite bakery or your favourite whatever. a love language of his is remembering your preferences, and it's always on point when he watches you unravel what he got you.
: random dancing in the kitchen together. just music playing while he makes eggs at 11pm and you're leaning on the counter watching him. when night falls, and you're in the same kitchen, the tone's so different. it begins with attempting to slow dance to soft sounding speakers, just end up with him messing up and twirling you around cause that's always been your thing.
: physically and clingy affection that still feel domestic in a way; hand at the small of your back, forehead to yours, falling asleep with his whole weight half on you like he trusts you completely to hold it. he also has a way of turning sexual charged things (eg. showing together), into such pure acts with the warm water on your skin and his fingers on your scalp. the sensation calming you both down after a long day.
: he has a habit of getting into everything you like (music, foods movies, etc), which always means you can't have anything for yourself in the apartment, only cause he's just so determined to know everything little thing about. and even if he doesn't end up liking it, your lit up eyes and smile forever makes it worth trying.
: being the eldest means, your shared apartment has become the first thought for hiding out. damian's done something mischievous and he's not yet ready to face bruce in the manor and so on? your place it is. on days when he's out, you'll be the one to let anyone of the batfam or his friends, in to hang about and keep them entertained until he gets back.
༅ JASON TODD
: books everywhere. some gifted and most thrifted with marked pages and cracked spines. he annotated the margins with opinions that don't pull punches. you have this thing, that started out of boredom, where you write back to him in those same margins for his to read.
: affectionate things said through criticism as a way to care for you: your sleep schedule needs work, you should eat more protein, that coat isn't warm enough. most these are usually solved in seconds by him, eg. he cooks real food since he learned out of necessity.
: strangely, he’s skin always cold after missions. his favourite part of his days, are him coming home to find you cozy, snuggled up in blankets on the couch. so far from what he experienced outside, you use this as a chance to share warmth; hand on his sternum and his breathing slows.
: music played at odd hours of the day; he's earned his own taste that hasn't ever changed, just grown with yours. when you follow the played songs, you're usually met with he doing hands on work like mending the gears on his motorbike, in a spare room or garage.
: he thinks a lot, more than he should with you on the forefront of his mind, which leads to him sending day to day texts that are praised in the ways of, "thought of you when I saw this," or "this reminded me to get back to you." ever since he's got with you, his phone's been more use to him than ever before.
༅ TIM DRAKE
: your agreed quality time has been comfortable silence ever since you got together. most rooms you share in the apartment usually possess electric devices. there are some days he just has his laptops open, and you have your phone blinding as you tap away; different purposes, same couch. a word spoken every now and then.
: loves by having his space accommodate you, making thoughtful modifications before you noticed they needed to be made. that's how he loves; by asking precise questions, remembering everything you tell him, and then getting back to you weeks later. maybe with a detail, preference, or a thing you'd forgotten saying.
: he knows your daily schedule by heart, which leads to him randomly showing up at the place you're at, just to see you like the detective he is. it also helps that he's always glad to take some busy weight off your shoulders. they’re times, you wouldn't be able to make it to places like you promised, just to have him show up in your place, since he's an extensive of you the second you began dating.
: eating together since he forgets to eat when he's focused, most of the time. you've started leaving food near his workstation, to which you share together. it could be anything, and he'll let you have the bigger piece, cause they're just something about showing he cares more about you than these little things.
: when he's overworked and on the verge of sleep, he gets pretty affection, though he just brushes it off once he's conscious again. he'll slump into you, head heavy on your shoulder, whole body finally stopping. he's more honest at this these times with his confessions.
༅ CLARK KENT
: most mornings, waking up to decide whether or not to stay in each other's arms for just five more minutes and put his daily responsibilities on hold. it always ends up dragging on for longer than that, but he's never complaining, when it's just another way to spend time with you, between the sheets.
: cooks for most evenings, after long days as he was raised in a home where food meant effort and effort meant love. sunday dinners are enormous. the table is always set properly. he has a nagging thing for when you eat anywhere, but the table.
: when it's just you two, settling in, he's such an attentive listener. in the fast-paced city of metropolis, he's above the way most people listen like they don't have the patience to. he loves listening to you talk about things that make you happy. so much so that your eyes brightened up, and you sped up your words. this could be anywhere; sitting on the counter, talking his ear off whilst he does the dishes or laundry.
: brings in the cold when he's been flying through skies. warm again within minutes. but the refreshing, open sky smell has become your apartment main scent. wonderfully useful for the boiling summer time.
: your shared apartment gets archived with small, random things; a rock from smallville, a feather, something he wanted you to see. it's like everything he's collected has led him to the moment he finally moves in with you, and now he can finally display his world to you.
༅ WALLY WEST
: the fridge always has to be full, metabolically cause of his superpower. he cooks for ten, eats for ten, and still asks if you want more. you've started cooking bigger portions out of habit. food abundance at strange hours; running off at 5 am to go grocery shopping together, draped in his jacket, once finding out you're practically out of good foods. time wasted by messing around and sharing kisses in aisles, just to return home with a load of unnecessary purchases.
: restless to search for ways to be useful to you; fixes things, tidies in three minutes, appears with the thing you were about to go get. his hyperactivity being his way of getting your attention.
: remembers the date of random things; your first fight, the first time you laughed until you cried, the day you told him something you hadn't told anyone. he keeps those memories alive every year.
: when you're out for the night, doing whatever, without him. he takes over your side of the bed, sleeping. half unintentional, and half so he's given the chance to feel closer to what you left behind, a feel of your warmth and scent in the sheets.
: falls asleep fast and hard. holds on tight even in sleep, like something in his nervous system knows what it's like to lose track of time. you wake up every time, stuck in a death hold.
༅ ROY HARPER
: topic of conversations, ranging from anything to everything from your past fears to the little things, like what you ate. he just innocently wants to know everything about you. it's so easy to open up to him, since he always makes you feel heard, especially at night before bed. that's your go-to time for talking it out together, no secrets hidden ever.
: crafts things purely with his hands: arrows, obviously, but also, fixed the loose hinge, built the shelf, fixed your bike on a random day in the parking lot with tools from his truck. handiwork as his love language in the name devotion.
: over time, your apartment had taken a red tinted route to it, in his favour; flannel, a hunting jacket on the hook, a little worn. his wardrobe culture being, that he doesn't mind when you slip into his clothes, even going as far as to leave some of them behind when he's out of town.
: it's harmless when he does it, but given the fact that he has a daughter. his role is sometimes reflected in your settings. from making you something warm like tea or soup when you're sick, to making sure you get enough rest. not a single chance, he'd let you do anything that'll possibly weigh you down and make you feel worse, until you feel better. for him, the apartment only runs best when both heads are well.
: speaking of his daughter, lian, she sleeps over sometimes. and when she does, the energy moves. roy becomes fully there for her, allowing you to understand that she's essential to who he is as a person. and as for you, with another girl in, that makes for fun times like game night and movie nights.
༅ KORIAND'R
: your apartment's always set warm, literally, since she radiates heat. the second you moved in together, you stopped needing an extra blanket. in winter, rooms she spends time in stay degrees warmer than the rest.
: social rules are so lost on her whenever you're in public, especially in regards to displays of affection. she grants kisses when waiting in busy lines, holds your face in public, says things about love out loud without shame before you part ways; about time you stopped being embarrassed, and started being grateful.
: fierce and protective over your most authentic self, that it feels like being wrapped in something bright. you laugh at each other's bad jokes so hard you end up wheezing and letting loose. her comfort comes through by just braiding your hair, painting your nails, sitting close.
: she panics quite a lot, with all she knows about your differences in species, which leads to her thinking she's taking too much space with her alien habits. she collects random earthly things with genuine delight every time you're out with her, to the point where she's made the ordinary world her own.
: her favourite domestic thing she's always looking forward to, is watching movies and tv shows with you. just something about the screen being as bright as the sun, that she can't look away cause the plot's so good. all cuddled up in the others arms, limbs tangled on and dipped hands in stacked snacks.
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18+ | bunny hybrid!reader spending easter with 141:
price: this man is dressing you in the sweetest little gingham shorts to show off your fluffy tail, getting you to hop around his cottage yard to find the eggs he’s hidden for you. he’s too old to play games, so he’s content to watch from the porch as his cigar smoke curls in the spring sunshine
gaz: similar to price, he’ll be spending it with you outside. the bastard loves to show off, so he’ll pick a popular park to have a picnic with you, making sure everyone can see your bunny ears are real and not just a headband. might even enter you in a stupid hop competition just so you can beat them all and be his winner (which he will be sending to soap)
soap: he’s a family man, what can he say? he’ll have you in scotland, playing with all of his nieces and nephews — arts n crafts, egg hunts, and he even lets his niece trace your ears on a paper so she can cut them out and wear them like yours. any chance alone he’s murmuring in those fluffy white ears about how nice it would be to have wee bunny!hybrids bouncing around you all with his ridiculously blue eyes (“think about it, bun, hey?”)
ghost: sorry, it’s not gonna be cute it all. he relishes in the fact that a bunny’s tail isn’t actually a fluffy ball. he unfurls it before holding it up to thrust into your sloppy hole, squishing your ears together with his other hand like fuckin’ reins. “so tiny f’me, god—look at you—“ your back is practically bent it half towards him with his two holds on you, completely merciless to his filthy slams inside you
The batfam side profiles i did during lunchbreak i finally get to color it teehee :9
thinking about the concept of training all the pigeons (+any birds ig) in gotham to be courier pigeons to bring snacks and notes to my vigi bf when he’s on patrol… brb sending my stray bird to you with a note saying i ate your leftovers
that is genuinely, so fucking funny? I might make this into a longer idea at some but right now, I offer the batboys and your trained pigeons
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Nightwing is amused but he would probably be the least weirded out of all of them — his teammates have done some odd things back in the day to get his attention. You know the bird reached him when you get a text gushing over how well the pigeon did and thanking you for the little treats. It’s always nice to have a little sugar to keep him going during patrol.
He comes home with takeout to replace the leftovers you ate—he kisses you on the way in and tells you not to worry about it.
- ☆ -
Red Hood is,, baffled. The pigeon’s wing hits him in the face and he’s angrily grumbling about it because what the fuck? Gotham pigeons have never been so determined. But this one has something attached to it. He will never admit that he thought it was tangled in something and wanted to help it out, only for it to be a letter from you and a small sweet treat.
You don’t hear from him the entirety of his patrol. But eventually, in the early morning, he trudges back home. When he sees you at the kitchen table waiting for him, his first question is about his leftovers.
- ☆ -
Batman is obviously, and genuinely, impressed by your ingenuity. He notices the pigeon flying towards him and holds out his hand for it to land on. You receive a cryptic message, it’s the transcribed version of his comms channel with you: you gather that it’s a ‘thank you’ for the sweets and telling you not to worry about the leftovers, you can have anything you want in his fridge.
You meet him in the cave hours later—before you can even say hello, he’s praising your training skills, talking about how this might a great emergency method of contact if the comms lines ever go down for some reason.
- ☆ -
Bonus! Cassandra!
Batgirl helped you train the pigeons — it was just simpler that way. She’s too good at what she does, if you trained those pigeons without her, they would never find her in Gotham. When you send off a pigeon, you always know it’ll come back to you with a little note and one of your favourite sweets. Yes, it wasn’t the point of the pigeons, they were to give her treats, but no matter how many times you bring it up, you always get responses to your notes ♡
And if you don’t, you best believe she’ll be replying to it when she’s cuddled up in bed with you after a long night
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tada! hope you enjoyed the Cass cameo, I love her so much even if I haven’t read many of her comics
anyway, this was a fun little drabble for such a silly little idea, thank you so much <3
masterlist + wips list ❀˖° — as always, comments and reblogs are appreciated! ciao!
drabble #13! 18+ mdni, bruce wayne
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convincing bruce wayne to go to vacation was like convincing a cat to take a bath
which was funny because both of you were now skinny dipping in a private jacuzzi that was outside the balcony of the most expensive suite the hotel offered, the foreign city glimmering with lights in the night sky and the water dimming with led lights
all you had to do was bat your eyelashes and say please for bruce to say yes because cmon, how could he say no to you?
not when you were sitting on his lap, lips on his with soft moans leaving you as his cock was slowly yet deeply dragging in and out of you, feeling each vein and inch brush your warm walls
“you’re so beautiful like this” he murmured on your lips, feeling his grip on your ass tighten. “takin’ me so well—" a deep thrust that made both you and bruce moan. “—under the city lights” and another. “fuck, baby you feel like a dream,”
god, you were everything he could ask for and more. your hair was wet, the faint lights from the jacuzzi reflecting on you, drops of water dripping and sliding down your chest. his eyes darkened as he saw water droplets trail from your collarbone to your chest, all the way to your stomach, where your lower body was under the water and on top of him
his hot mouth trailed down to your boobs, sucking the drops of water and circling your nipple with his tongue as his thrusts started to speed up, making you moan his name loudly as the water splashes intensified.
bruce brought his lips uo to your neck, sucking your skin and bringing your hips closer to his. “thaaaats it, sweetheart” he murmured before a grunt left him, feeling your walls flutter around his cock. “you feel me? i’m right over here.” his hand left your ass for your waist, pressing a thumb on your tummy
“bruce— oh god” you whispered, eyes half lidded and moving your hips more on his. the sudden pace made bruce knock his head back with a groan, the perfect angle for your lips to trail to his adam’s apple as you felt it bob
your body on his, your walls surrounding his cock, the warm temperature of the water, the jets of the jacuzzi— it was all too much for bruce
he brought his head back up and his hand to the back of your head to lock you into another kiss— sloppy, passionate, hungry— both of you swallowing each other’s sounds as bruce brought your body closer to his, squeezing your ass with his other hand and feeling your hand run through his wet black hair
maybe a vacation wasn’t so bad after all
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MISS HOUND!!!! (Or Lady Hound in this case)
so pride month huh
Nigerian Pride 🏳️🌈🇳🇬
I meant to have this out yesterday. Happy belated pride. :)
Bruce has never understood why other parents complain about how difficult their kids are when they’re sick, because the batkids actually turn out to be nicer to him when they’re sick
They’re so sweet and docile, listening to his every word and obediently taking their medicine, looking up at Bruce with watery red eyes and awaiting praise
The only thing they request is Bruce’s attention and lots and lots of cuddles
He doesn’t know it, but that’s only for Bruce. Being sick is just an excuse to act sweet to him without getting embarrassed
Bruce had to go to a meeting at the company for a bit, and called Clark to come take care of his kids. He went over what meds to take at what time and who likes what blanket, but other than that, there wasn’t really any briefing. He didn't think he had any reason to
To this day, Clark talks about that time as if he were fighting Darkside himself
Dick wouldn’t sit down for anything. No matter what Clark bribed him with, the moment he turned his back, Dick was up and moving, despite having thrown up five seconds ago. He was also bothering everyone and talking over whatever show or movie all the kids had finally agreed upon. He was trying to land a flip while also doing his best not to throw up. It did not work. Clark almost threw up cleaning it before throwing a blanket over him when he finally collapsed
Jason wouldn’t even look at Clark. And anytime he did it was with utter disgust that truly hurt Clark’s feelings, even if the younger man was sniffling with a bright red nose. He's always been standoffish with Clark since he was a kid, but Clark thought he got over his jealousy after he explained he wasn't trying to steal Bruce's attention. He has not, he's just good at hiding it. Clark threw a blanket over him and decided to deal with it later
Cassandra lunged at him the moment he tried to put a cold compress on her forehead. He wasn't expecting it, so he barely dodged, even with his superspeed. She let out a low growl, and Clark seriously didn't know what to do with that kind of hostility. He kinda just threw a blanket over her and hoped for the best while she dozed off in Bruce’s favorite chair. He didn't dare disturb her unless it was time for her to take her medicine
Tim turned the brightness of all his devices to the max, even though it made him dizzy and gag, because he claimed he couldn’t see through his watery eyes. It didn’t help that he had to be kept separate from his other siblings so he didn’t get worse. He kept trying to sneak off to be with everyone, and Clark couldn’t let him, but he got so sad thinking about it, so he divided the living room where they were all staying in half with pillows, so Tim could still be in the room but not too close to anyone. He then threw a blanket over him and moved his devices away
Steph, on the other hand, was trying to sneak over to see Tim, which was bad. Logically, he knew they all understood Tim was vulnerable, but being sick seemed to devolve their thinking processes. She also continued asking for food, and when Clark brought it over, she’d gag and push it away. She then asked Clark to make something, and when he presented it to her, she gagged so hard she threw up, so Clark also threw a blanket over her head
Duke, while the calmest, was not easy to handle either. He would just stare. Clark expected that from any other child under Bruce’s wing, but not Duke. Duke would turn himself invisible to stare at Clark, but Clark got goosebumps all over his skin nonetheless. Super hearing can only do so much when the person sneaking around you is trained by Batman himself. He threw a blanket over Duke and prayed he didn't remove it
Damian insisted on having all his pets near him at all times, then got scared his sickness would transfer over to them and cried so hard he threw up. Clark deposited him in Cassandra’s lap after cleaning him up, just so he could have some comfort, and gave him his phone so he could watch all the videos he wanted of the cows on the farm. He then threw an animal print blanket over him
And all of them, yes, all, would randomly burst into tears and call out for Bruce. Each time, he would have to deliver the devastating news that he still wasn’t back, then be subjected to all seven glares, which was a lot to handle. He wanted to fly into the attic and hide, but he promised Bruce he would try his best, and he was bound by moral obligation
Yes, Clark tries to appeal to the masses and children by wearing bright colors, but he’s never claimed to be good at handling children. In fact, his parents would say he’s the opposite
He can handle it for short amounts of time, but carrying them and having to interact with them for an extended period of time? Fuck no. He's never had to clean up or make throw up as in that moment. He will not do it again
When Bruce comes back, all his kids are absolute angels again, if not a little more pushy, so they can cling to him without Clark being there. They whine and tug Bruce into the living room so they can pile on top of him (Tim has a mask on) and bury him under their combined weight
Bruce simply doesn’t believe a word of what Clark says. Those are his babies. And even if they did do that… whatever
jason portraits finally!
(Plat/fam)
rich is in fact the 'scary brother' and I will die on this hill