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This just popped up in my head, but... my favorite unpopular opinion. (probably not a unpopular opinion but some people are anal about this.(¬⤙¬ ))
I love when characters are ooc. Like it's so funny to me. Cause I know this character doesn't act like that.
Three’s Not a Crowd
Written for the @steddiemicrofic prompt “three” | wc: 333 | rated: T | cw: omegaverse, references to pregnancy and birth | tags: future fic, kidfic, family planning, light angst
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Steve paces the nursery with Cassidy cradled against his shoulder, rubbing her back to soothe her to sleep. She’s been fighting bedtime lately, just like the boys had around this age. Third time doesn’t seem to be the charm for avoiding the eight-month sleep regression.
It still seems unreal that they’ve been lucky enough to do this three times. Zachary will be five soon, Nathan just turned three, and Cassidy is still new enough to smell powdery and milky where she rests in his arms.
“Three is a good number, huh?” Steve muses. It doesn’t sound as convincing coming out of his mouth as it did in his head. Three is good, great, amazing… but he can’t help but want more.
Eddie’s voice comes from the doorway, low enough not to startle his mate or their baby. As always, he knows exactly what Steve is thinking. “Is she already asking for another sibling?”
Steve snorts a soft laugh, shifting Cassidy to his other side. “You know what a chatterbox she is. Just like her dad.” The joke isn’t quite funny enough to keep his smile from twisting into something more rueful.
Eddie pads barefoot across the carpet until he can wrap himself around Steve from behind and nuzzle his nose against his mating bite scar. “It’s okay to think about it.”
“I don’t want to be ungrateful. Or, like, tempt fate.” He cranes his neck to peek at Cassidy, finally dozing on his chest, the slope of her tiny nose and her swirls of chestnut hair. Unlike with the boys, Steve’s pregnancy with Cassidy was difficult, culminating in an emergency C-section two weeks early. The prospect of going through that again, or even something worse–
“Hey.” Eddie presses a kiss to his jaw. “You don’t have to decide today.”
Steve sags against him. He knows Eddie is right, they have time before his next heat. But… “Another girl would be nice,” he suggests, like the universe takes requests.
“Whatever you want,” Eddie vows.
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it's so annoying when your weighted blanket floats away while you're sleeping.
Superbat as Gomez and Morticia Adams Please!!! ෆ╹ .̮ ╹ෆ
I had to do some extensive research. It's been years since I saw the Addams family lmao. Can you guess who Morticia is?
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The rain lashed against the grime-covered glass windows of Wayne Manor, casting dancing shadows across the wallpapered room and the ornate furniture within. Bruce stood by the marble fireplace, a glass of deep burgundy wine in one hand, and his eyes fixed on the roaring flames in front of him. He was dressed exquisitely in his most favourite garment, a long crimson robe. His fingers were tracing idly against the silken fabric against his thigh as he waited, oh so patiently.
It wasn’t much longer until the door to the study creaked open, and Clark stepped inside, bringing the acidic scent of Gotham’s rainfall with him. Water droplets glistened in his dark hair like tiny diamonds, dripping down his jaw. He shook the rain from his long wool coat, a playful glint in his inhumanely blue eyes as Bruce turned around, a smile playing on his lips.
“Clark,” He purred, tilting his head back and finishing the wine in one mouthful before setting the now-empty glass down atop the mantle. A single droplet of the dark wine dripped from the corner of his mouth, and Clark’s eyes latched on to it, his tongue unconsciously darting out to wet his own lips.
“You’re late.” Bruce continued, a smirk tugging at his lips. “I’m positively wounded.”
Clark’s smile sharpened. “The traffic, my love,” He breathed, barely audible over the crackling fire as he shrugged off the jacket. “It was positively captivating.” He stepped forward, bringing his hands to Bruce’s sides to draw him closer, fingers dancing upon the silk. “You should have seen the pile-up on the interstate. It was devastating.”
Bruce breathed out a soft laugh, stepping into the Kryptonian’s embrace. “As devastating as I am?” He asked, lips parting ever so slightly as he leaned upward, brushing them over the sharp edge of his husband’s jaw. The contact was feather-light, yet it made the invulnerable man shudder visibly.
“You?” Clark asked, twisting to capture Bruce’s lips in a breathtaking kiss that tasted purely of wine. When he pulled back, it was only enough to speak. ”You are the single most devastating creature on this earth,” He murmured. “The way you move, the way you think… I would burn cities to the ground in your name, if you only requested it,”
Bruce hummed, his eyes alight with amusement in a way that made Clark’s knees weak. “Oh, my darling,” He murmured, voice thick with desire. “You say the most wonderful things,” He leaned in, lips brushing against the sensitive shell of Clark’s ear. “Tell me again how you adore me.”
“I adore you,” Clark replied without hesitation, arms tightening around Bruce’s waist until there wasn’t an inch between them. “I adore everything about you, my moon. Your darkness, your brokenness. I adore the way you find beauty amidst the decay and shine brighter than the stars in its midst. I would die tonight knowing peace, if your lips were upon me.”
With a soft, contented sigh, Bruce captured his mouth in another fierce kiss, hands sliding upwards to tangle in Clark’s thick hair, pulling him in deeper. The kiss was all teeth and tongues, speaking only of their desperation for one another. And when they broke apart, they were both breathing heavily, pupils dilated.
“Come,” Bruce commanded, his voice husky. He lifted one long, slender leg and hooked it around Clark’s waist, his robe riding up slightly. “Will you let me worship you until the day comes, my sun?”
“With pleasure.” Clark grinned, his smile too bright, too feral. He hoisted Bruce up with effortless strength, the other leg wrapping around his waist too. Then he turned, carrying his husband upstairs towards their room. “And then,” He promised, “I will worship you right back until the stars themselves burn out.”
we need more happy Keith :_)
hes so pretttyyyy 💔💔💔
There's a character in Marvel, Noh-Varr. I dunno how familiar you are with Marvel, but he's got psychedelic spit.
Was just thinking about, what if Clark had psychedelic or addictive spit and/or other bodily fluids. I'm changing the properties, though. Maybe it's not very hallucinogenic here.
Picture this: Bruce almost drowned. On a mission, he was flung into a nearby body of water, knocked unconscious. Clark pulls him out, but he's still unconcious, water has filled his lungs.
Clark starts compressions, trying to get him to cough up the water. Not thinking, just not wanting his Bat to die, he presses his lips to Bruce's and starts to breathe for him.
Saliva gets transferred in the process, and when Bruce finally wakes up, coughing up the water, he feels amazing. It's almost like he's floating.
Days pass since the incident, and despite the low dose, Bruce starts to have withdrawal symptoms, though he doesn't know what for. He's overcome by an uncontrollable urge to kiss Superman everywhere, to lick at him, to take anything the man is willing to give him.
During the next meeting of the JLA, Bruce has to exercise the willpower of the whole Green Lantern corp to prevent himself from climbing Clark like a tree.
He's shaking, head pounding and nausea rippling through him. But he's Batman, he's faced worse.
After the meeting, Bruce corners Clark in the hallway, letting go of his restraint and kissing him deeply. A stunned Clark kisses back, and Bruce almost suckles at his mouth for his saliva.
The floaty feeling overcoming him once again, Bruce takes his mouth off the other man, much to Clark's displeasure. Though he isn't upset long: Bruce kisses at Clark's collarbone, making his way down, pulling off his suit on the way to make contact with the other hero's skin. Then, he finally reaches his prize.
The thick cock is standing at attention as Bruce pulls off his underwear. He nuzzles against it, taking in the sight and feel of this beautiful thing, unlike any other cocks he's seen before.
He kisses it delicately, before disregarding any notion that he's anything but a rabid animal, addicted completely to Clark. He drools greedily over it before taking it into his mouth and moaning at the taste of Clark's pre-come, dribbling steadily but quickly out of the beautiful instrument of pleasure. The pre alone fills his mouth, and Bruce swallows as he works to take in the rest of the shaft.
He feels better than he's felt in his life. His aches from a life of violence are fading. His ever-active brain is finally shutting down, quieting, only leaving room for Clark and his perfect cock.
Bruce reaches down and rubs at his pussy through his suit and gloves as he hits the base of Clark's dick.
His eyes close in contentment. He doesn't ever want to leave this place. This is where he belongs; on Clark's delicious, throbbing cock.
He moves, licking up and down the thing as he rubs his clit, already feeling himself slick up through the layers. When Clark finally comes, so too does Bruce, pulling off to breathily mutter "Thank you, thank you, thank you,"
Clark's smile is genuine as he watches this debauched hero worship at his feet. He smiles at Bruce's glassy eyes, cum-stained lips, and soaked pants. Bruce's heart beats louder than ever before, smiling wide to match Clark's own smile.
With a yelp of surprise, Bruce is happily shoved back onto Clark's rapidly hardening cock, savoring the taste of the alien.
That's so hot, anon!
Love Bruce becoming cock drunk and Clark just going with it 😌
I love the thought of Bruce being doped up on pain meds after a minor surgery and is being clingy and loving with Clark. There already married and Bruce has made it clear in the past that he does love Clark, he’s just not one for physical affection that often.
So when drugged up Bruce is whining for Clark to come cuddle with him and blabbering on about how much he loves him, Clark’s brain can’t help but factory reset from how (lovingly) embarrassed he is at all the affection
Bruce turns into a clingy kitten when drugged. He wants to sit only in Clark's lap, throws a tantrum when Clark puts him down even for one second, and showers him with so many smooches Clark feels and looks like a cartoon character.
And pet names.
There's so many silly pet names.
On regular days, Bruce only calls Clark "baby", but when drugged, it's "honey bear" and "pumpkin" and everything else cute.
When Bruce eventually falls asleep, he keeps mumbling how much he loves his Clarkie-moo.
Clark never gets tired of this.
Can you imagine a group of Alien slavers scanning the relatively primitive Earth for unusual specimens of the species to abduct for sale as exotic food, study, service or entertainment.
They discover an unusually large male specimen that they label as a good potential breeder, Absolute Bruce Wayne.
Post the destruction of Krypton, Kal-El has been traveling. He finds he wants to settle and have children, but how?
The astralus bizarre is where he finds his answer, on an auction block, and alien his computer indicates is a viable breeding partner.
Absolute Kal buys Absolute Bruce and takes him to an alien homestead on an otherwise uninhabited world that he's slowly been making perfect.
Trad Wife Bruce. Alien Abduction. And mpreg all in one.
Kal who looks dainty and ready to snap in half, is actually pretty strong. And Bruce is so used to people assuming that he's always strong, that he's the peak of what it means to be a man, to be masculine.
Bruce is so surprised to be treated like a princess--like a queen, that he was a bit resistant at first.
He tells Kal that he can do things on his own, that he's fine by himself. Because at this point, any chance of him going back to Earth is null, so he's just trying to make sense of what his new life will be, he's treating the whole thing as if he and Kal are just roommates and not... Mates.
It all culminates in him finally exploding on Kal. Telling Kal to stop, to just let him be, that he's not some damsel, that he can take care of himself.
So it takes him completely by surprised, has him flat-footed and dumbfounded, when Kal, very earnestly, very quietly tells him that he knows that Bruce can take care of himself, that he can handle it just fine.
But Kal wantsto do all these things. He wants to chop firewood for their fireplace to keep warm in the cold nights, he wants to plant and cultivate food for Bruce to eat and be healthy, he wants to build the house--the home that Bruce would feel safe in. And he wants Bruce to see despite it all, Kal is just as lonely as he is.
Takes time, sure, but eventually, Bruce does warm up to Kal, he does let Kal do most of the manual labour, so much so that the 5% fat that Bruce used to have on his body as turned into more.
He isn't just skin, bone, and pure muscle anymore. Bruce's thighs are softer, his hips have love-handles now that Kal loves to hold, his chest is softer and rounder, and Bruce catches Kal staring at his cleavage more often than not.
Bruce himself catches himself staring at his own cleavage, the definition of it, wearing clothes that he sew from the threads that Kal helped spin.
There's a bit of fat under Bruce's face that gives him a 'second' chin when he angles his head down enough.
And Bruce finds himself lingering around Kal. Kal has always worked shirtless, always soaking up the sun their little planet revolves around, Kal has his hair tied up or sometimes, he'd wear a bandana to keep his hair from getting on his face and into his eyes.
Bruce finds himself enjoying the small little touches that he's given, shivers and tucks himself by Kal's side whenever Kal places his hand on the small of his back.
Despite his size, Bruce finds himself making himself smaller, softer, tender, daintier around Kal, around this man who provides for him, makes him safe, comforted, and fed.
The first time they have sex, it practically lasts an entire week. Just a week of them being unable to separate, Bruce is taken from the back, the front, in his mouth, bent over, on his knees, standing, against the wall.
They've christened every part of the home they've built, they christened the garden that they cultivate, hell they've had so much sex on the porch and on the grass itself, the grass around is practically a second bed.
It doesn't take them by surprise that Bruce is pregnant within a week of them first having sex.
And god, does Bruce look absolutely ethereal round with Kal's child, soft and plush with fat and health, that Kal just can't get enough of. Kal ends his day eating Bruce's pussy out until Bruce is sobbing, clawing at the bed, and Kal starts his day eating Bruce out until Bruce is falling back to sleep, passing out from orgasming so much.
Don’t be mean to her butch :(
Someone fall asleep with his favorite plushie
im thinking about omega bruce so hard bc of yall like gosh... i loveeee those fics where nobody realizes hes an omega for various reasons oughhh
man why do I love doomed yaoi/yuri so much even if it makes me so fucking miserable and hard to breathe
Happy Fathers Day to them
keith and shiro doing yoga tg and it develops into them trying strange ass poses they see on tiktok,,, adam walks into the apartment and first thing he sees is broganes like this
