#implied kink

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Bruce Wayne and "Obviously they had sex"

"You look much improved this morning, Master Bruce," Alfred drawled, just barely keeping the disapproval out of his voice.

"I feel better," Bruce said, giving him an apologetic smile as he ladled more pancake batter onto the griddle.

"And will Madam be joining us for breakfast," the butler asked, quirking an eyebrow. He doesn't want to know what happened after he slipped out of the room, only assurance that Bruce hadn't accidentally hurt you.

"I'll be bringing her breakfast in bed today," Bruce answered, cheeks coloring slightly.

Last night had been a long- long night on patrol. He'd come home covered in broken glass. Glass Alfred had been trying to remove from his back. When you appeared. Soft. Concerned. Smelling warm and sweet. And he'd barely been able to restrain himself when he felt your hands on his back, taking over for Alfred getting to glass out of his hair and out of the tiny cuts.

And when you declared his wounds clean, he hadn't bothered anymore. He'd snatched you by the arm with one hand and pinned you against the wall; ripping your robe open and your nightgown off with a growl that had made you tremble. He needed release. An outlet- and like a brute, he'd claimed it. The only words he'd said were things that now made him feel a little ashamed of himself-but only a little. The way you'd whispered 'Please," when he'd told you, "You're going to look so pretty pregnant," made heat pool in his belly.

"I should say so-" Alfred said crisply.

"B," Dick asked around a mouthful, "Is Y/N sick?"

"Ye-" Bruce started with a cough, trying to cover for you. That you were covered in love bites and still too sore to get out of bed.

"Obviously they had sex," Damian blurted, "He's got a bitemark on his-"

"Damian," Bruce groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose while the other kids cringed and protested. Sometimes, he regretted teaching him to be obervant.

[princessphilly]

A gif, but 👀

August couldn’t believe that you were really bratting like in front of everyone. But your tears were going to be sweet later when he turned your ass nice and hot.

[ks-lair]

Did you know the Manor houses many kinds of guests? This includes sentient plants, spirits and books! Don't hesitate to talk with them, after all, the Manor Provides, and we are certain you will find the experience most pleasant!

On an unrelated note, Rescue Maids usually pass by on tuesdays. Please ensure that you have your tracking sigil with you at all times, it saves them trouble.

[melibemusca]

"Aziraphale, I'm glad to see your little shop is closed. We need to discuss--whoa! What's happening here? Is that a demon? Oh, I see! You're engaged in hand-to-hand combat. What a pleasant surprise! We honestly didn't know you had it in you. All right, looks like you don't need help, I'll leave you to it. Give him a taste of that holy power! Hallelujah!"

~

"Archwanker Gabriel. To what do I owe the displeazzure?”

"A celestial victory! Heaven's agent has conquered Hell's in a wrestling match!"

"Impozzible."

"I witnessed it myself. Aziraphale held the demon Crowley pinned until he cried out for mercy."

~

"Hey, Lord, what's buzzing?"

"I am."

"No, I mean--what's up? Why'd you call?'

"I heard you zzurrendered to an angel."

"Nng, I, uhhh--"

"Go fight him again, you coward. And you'd better end up on top thizz time!"

~

"My dear! They said you should...?"

"Nrghh. Don' think they realized wha' we were really doing."

"Well, I can understand why you felt the need for strong drink. But if they want you on top, I don't see why we couldn't try it. Only if you're amenable, of course! I find my interest, ah, piqued."

"Yeah, angel. I can see that."

~

"Aziraphale, I know your recent defeat must disappoint you as much as it does me. Let's talk about your weaponry."

"My, ah, weaponry?'

"Yes! Of course you've got your flaming sword--"

"Of, er, course--"

"But if a demon comes on you unexpectedly, I bet you can't always whip it out in time. Nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, I strongly encourage you to diversify your materiel. Consider your arms budget doubled."

~

"Angel, where'd you get all this? You mentioned a few toys, but I didn’t expect...how's this one even work?"

"I did get a bit carried away, but Gabriel was insistent, and the lady at the shop was so encouraging. She said that particular implement can leave an appealing pattern, and your skin does mark up so beautifully, my dear."

"Hnnng. Suppose we could give it a try. And, uh, are there any of these weapons you'd like me to wrest from your angelic grip and wield against you?"

"Oh my, what a very interesting question. Let me see..."

~

"Crowley, you pathetic excuzze for a demon. What has become of the inztigator of the Inquizzition? Does the Zzerpent of Eden allow himzelf to be beaten like a dog?"

"Actually, animal cruelty legislation protects--"

"I ought to teach you a lezzzon in hand-to-hand combat."

"Oh Hell, that’s not, I mean, um--yes. You should! Go fight an angel. Show me how it’s done."

"I could deztroy a principality with a single one of my fliezz."

"Oh, no, nononononono, not Aziraphale. Obviously, not a principality! That's beneath you."

"He ought to be beneath you."

"Yesss, well, we are going to try that again, that is, what I mean to say is, why don't you tackle an enemy on your level? Like an archangel."

"Hmm."

"Yeah, you could take any one of those wankers. How about...uh, just to choose one at random...Gabriel?"

~

"My dear, are you certain we ought to be watching--"

"Supposed to watch, me. Beelzebub’s going to show me how to defeat an angel properly."

"But I'm not meant to spectate."

"They'll never notice you. Look, those two can't take their eyes off each other.”

“I suppose...Oh, good Heavens! I didn’t know that many flies could fit inside that particular orifice! I can’t helping feeling a bit sorry for Gabriel.”

“I don't think he’s complaining."

"He does seem less than distressed. Oh my! That's quite a lot of ichor. This really is entirely unpleasant--"

"Are you kink-shaming your boss, Aziraphale?"

"Oh, you’re dreadful. Have you seen enough? Can we get on to dinner, and forget this unfortunate tableau?"

"I dunno, I feel inspired. Might try out some of those moves tonight."

"My dear boy, if you try anything like what we just witnessed, I will smite you."

"Oh, angel, do you promise?"

[phoenixyfriend]

Cody, wanting to get anakins attention; my dear

Anakin, elbow deep in reports and getting visions of Obi wan saying that to a cringing Quinlan Vos; No

Cody, on Anakins wave length, but losing feeling in his feet; darling?

Anakin, scribbling on the data pad and remembering Obi Wan saying that to a smirking Ventress; Cody, Please

Cody, increasingly desperate, Anakin is sat on his lap and the blacks and armour are uncomfortable, half sarcastically; My love, my heart, my undying sun?

Anakin, twisting around to straddle Cody, reports forgotten; Yes, Commander?

Pet names Anakin will absolutely respond to: love, sweetheart, babe, baby boy, sir (sarcastically), bitchcakes, princess, dumbass, Ani, sweetie, asshole, General (not sarcastic but slightly mocking)

Pet names Anakin will not respond to (as a romance thing): dear, dear one, darling, my dear, and anything else Obi-Wan has called him, an enemy, or Obi-Wan's own romantic partners

[red-thorns]

More hands on faces.

[just-antithings]

On the question of whether Lucifer is abusive or not:

Yeah. The answer is just yeah. Also I'm pretty sure most/all of the characters like the whip as long as you get full hearts for the first two interactions in surprise guest

...antis think kids should be in this fandom? ANTIS? ???????? Hell, why are THEY in this fandom?

[melibemusca]

Abt the back channels prompt ideas, I have a small idea too

What if Michael and Hastur are having a fight, with Ligur in between who tries to calm them down? Then Hastur ends up snapping and yells “Why should I listen to you? You’re the one who made us fall!”

Michael is very hurt and leaves before showing any weakness. Hastur leaves too.

Later Ligur manages to help them solve their stupid spat. They (even Hastur) end up apologizing.

Of course it ends up happily and lovely.

Yay! I'm so happy that you like this ship, too, and thank you for sharing this lovely idea with me! I came up with a bit of their argument, though if anyone else feels like running with this or going a different direction, I’d love to read it!

"Forget it, Hastur." Ligur bumps the taller demon with his shoulder, aiming to chivvy him along the sidewalk. "Let's just get to the pub."

But Hastur stands obstinately in place, scowling past Ligur at the archangel behind him. "No. I wanna know what she meant. Your kind, she said. What's that, Michael? What's our kind?"

Michael stares down at her nose at him. The Archangel Michael has many superlative talents, from transubstantiation to martial arts, but Ligur's always been especially impressed by her ability to look down her nose at anyone, no matter how tall. "I meant demons, of course," she says. "What else could I possibly have meant, you brainless heap of grubs?"

"I see. So you don't think we demons can enjoy nice things, eh? What about Ligur, you took him to a bloody concert last month! With a pianist, he said, and not the kind that's good for a wank."

"That's different. Ligur's not--"

"Not like other demons? Not like me?"

"Hastur, drop it," says Ligur. "You said yourself you'd rather spend the night decomposing that dead whale."

"Which means I'm supposed to stand here and take this archwanker’s insults?"

"You'd be welcome to get on your knees and take them," snaps Michael. "You've certainly enjoyed that in the past."

"That's low, that is," growls Hastur. "Angels ought to fight fair. If you're going to quarrel like that, you might as well count yourself Fallen." He takes an angry step forward, which Michael immediately mirrors, fairly squishing Ligur between them.

"How dare you even joke about such a thing," hisses Michael. "I could no sooner Fall than Heaven itself could crumble."

"That sounds like how the Big Boss used to talk, sweetheart."

"Don’t presume to lecture me on theology, Duke Halfwit. I was the one who cast your ‘Big Boss’ into the Pit."

Hastur bares his teeth. In the darkness behind them, things squirm. "And me and Ligur, too--or did you forget that part? We was just nameless casualties to you, back then. Don't know why I'm even talking to you now."

He shakes off Ligur's hand, disintegrates into a swarm of pests and vermin, and disappears down the nearest storm drain. Ligur turns to Michael, expecting that the two of them can laugh it off while Hastur has a sulk, but Michael’s face is full of anger and hurt. She turns her eyes Heavenward, and her body follows.

Ligur sighs, heads to the pub, and orders for all three of them. The others never show, so he philosophically works through all their drinks. They say make-up sex is pretty good, he thinks. So that’s something to look forward to.