#whyyy

[chr0n1c4l-n3rd]

“Its fun”

My honest reaction:

[s3rjm3l]

I hate this character I hate him I hate him I

[bat-raccoonz]

Hello lovely I was wondering if you could write about the BatFam confronting Alfred about the abuse he gave, maybe Alfred shows his true colours in a way. And maybe they decide to work on appreciating and connecting with Bruce more

Sorry I feel rude for giving a long message

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There's no need to feel rude Anon, I love getting asks! And of course I can (try)!

[Side note, I've been trying to figure this out for SO LONG. I need to get better at comfort especially since all of you have been deprived of good endings or smt.]

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Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian & Stephanie were all cluttered around the batcave, watching a single man like he's destroyed the world. Maybe in theory he did, their idea of their dad & his butler has been forever changed.

Duke is somewhere upstaires sleeping after his day shift/patrol. Cassandra is with Bruce, on patrol as somebody still needs to check up on Gotham.

The present kids all eyed each other from time to time, unsure of who should bring up.. their discovery..

"So, Alfred" Dick started, "How was Bruce as a kid?"

The old butler seemed to be a bit taken aback but recovered quickly. "Oh well, he was a troubled kid. Didn't take school very seriously, I'm afraid."

The kids had to re-learn how to breath for a second, all the resentment towards the man —that had built up after finding the diary— had nearly slipped out in a single second.

"Really?" Someone mumbled, before hastily adding; "He always seemed like a top-student."

"Oh, well he was, for some time at least." Alfred explained, actually turning around to face the kids now. "But after some time he kept getting into fights and.. oh well."

"How.. did you deal with that?" Stephanie asked, her voice suprisingly stable for how angry she was feeling.

"Just the nesicairy. You can't always let all the behavioural issues go, you have to do something about it." Alfred explained, the last syllable streched out in a way that made it sound like he meant something else.

Something like 'him'. Something like 'Bruce'.

"I must've failed somewhere in my teachings because master Bruce refused to raise you kids the same way." The right way.

Jason's body tensed and Tim put a hand on his shoulder, for comfort and.. just in case..

"What made him act.. that way?" Damian mumbled, he was really going to ask if Alfred ever asked 'what's wrong Bruce? Why are you having trouble?' But he restrained himself.

"He was lacking the nesicairy discipline. His teachers informed me he was lacking behind in class." He was lazy.

Damian and Jason looked about ready to jump on their butler, but before anybody could really do anything about it Alfred began excusing himself.

Something about how he needed to start making dinner.

He didn't even seem to realise the extend of the trauma he gave Bruce, or the anger he just inflicted on his children. He just walked out like this conversation was normal.

Like it was just what happened.

"We should really start telling Bruce how much we love him."

"Yeah, I vote right when he gets back."

"Without a question."

Cycles don't always repeat. Sometimes they do, but they end somewhere.

Bruce.

Fuck, they really, really, really, wanted to hug him. To tell him he was a great father.

And they really wanted to tell alfred how bad he fucked up.

Unfortunately they can really only do one if those things.

[nomsfaultau]

a second ending has hit the dream smp…

[soapyspurnell]

rio couldve just taken nicholas when he was supposed to die. it probably would have been easier for agatha, actually, given that she never actually knew the kid that way. it would have still been difficult, but a much easier goodbye.

but rio, instead of taking the easy route, took the chance to show agatha she could be good.

she let agatha get a chance to be a better mom than her mom was to her. she gave agatha a chance to see that she was more than just a witch killer. she gave agatha someone who didn't see evil in her, but only good.

she would lose agatha either way, but instead of giving herself the possibility to eventually come back, to possibly be with the love of her life again, she chose to - even for a short time - let agatha see in herself what rio saw in her.

she was willing to play the villain if it meant giving agatha a chance.

and if that isnt tragic, i dont know what is

[jujuliabear]

Beelzebub as [reader]'s doctor pt.2

warning (I forgot to put a warning on the first part huhue): filthy smut, degration, office sex, spitting, ass play and fingering, ass smacking, finger sucking, hardcore, FILTHY SEX, NO PROTECTION (PLEASE use protection)

It had been five days since everything started.

[Name] [Surname] had been visiting Beelzebub’s clinic every day for her “daily check-up,” and Beelzebub was more than happy to “examine” her. At first, he did it only for experimentation. He kept telling himself that everything he had done to [Name]—the way he ate her out, the way he rammed himself deep inside her, the way he released his cum deep within her—was purely for research. But after five days of fucking and sleeping together like this, he could no longer deny that it wasn’t just for science. He was doing it for his own pleasure now, for his own desire.

So this is why Aphrodite was so obsessed with sex, he thought. And the other gods and goddesses in Valhalla… sometimes when I pass them, they carry the scent of it too.

Now he understood. Especially now.

[Reader] was bent perfectly over his table while sitting on his lap. Her cheeks were flushed. Her blouse was completely unbuttoned, her tits spilling out of both her bra and clothing. Her skirt was pushed up to her waist. Her tight warm cunt was full—wrapped snugly around him. She was crying out loudly, a complete moaning mess.

Beelzebub had only been finishing a medical report, which was why they were in that position, but the setup only made him lose control faster. Watching [Reader] bounce her hips, pounding her ass against him, riding him as if she couldn’t stop, strangely motivated him to keep working. Once he finished writing, he set his tools and papers aside. Then he pushed his hips upward to meet her movements.

“Ahh… yes…” [Reader] answered with a trembling moan.

Her eyes and mouth watered from the overwhelming pleasure. She felt his wide palm press firmly against her back, pushing her harder onto the table.

Her tits were pressed against the hard wooden table, flattened slightly as she gripped the table’s edges when she felt Beelzebub stand behind her and quicken his thrusts from the back.

[Reader]’s moans grew louder. Good thing Beelzebub had moved his tools earlier—otherwise her tears and saliva might have soaked the papers.

And it wasn’t just her eyes and mouth that were overflowing. Her cunt was completely drenched too, especially now that he was fully standing and moving faster inside her. Beelzebub grabbed her ass, smacking it a few times and he spread her cheeks apart, his gaze catching the exposed tightness of her ass hole there. A low, dark chuckle left him as he brushed his thumb over it.

[Reader] shut her eyes at the sensation, pleasure flashing through her from the simple touch alone.

Because of that, Beelzebub thrust even faster into [Reader], the table beginning to shake with the force, the sharp sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

“Doctor… please…” [Reader] cried.

“Please what, my dear patient?” Beelzebub asked.

“Harder… please, I want to come. Let me come,” she begged, the words leaving her like a desperate prayer.

Beelzebub only laughed—a mocking, amused sound.

“Look at you. Acting sweet outside my clinic, but once you’re in here, you’re nothing but a bitch in heat… a total cumslut for me,” he said.

Another moan tore from [Reader], her eyes rolling back from the way his voice and words sank deep into her.

Beelzebub stopped rubbing his thumb over her other hole and instead pushed that same thumb into her mouth, gathering her saliva before pulling it back out and spreading it behind her.

His spit mixed with her saliva, turning into makeshift lubricant as he slowly pushed two fingers inside her gaping ass hole there.

[Reader] grew even wetter at the sensation. The fluids building inside her overflowed, unable to stay contained, spilling out of her body on their own.

The fast pace of Beelzebub’s thrusts, combined with the way his fingers moved inside her, only overwhelmed [Reader] further.

“Fuck, look at that… you’re getting even tighter when I move my fingers in your other tight hole,” Beelzebub muttered.

“I don’t even know which one is tighter—your pretty pussy or this sexy ass,” he added.

But [Reader] couldn’t answer anymore. Her mind felt blank, her body lost in sensation, unable to form a single thought.

Beelzebub laughed again.

“Is my dick that good that you’ve lost your mind?” he said, curling his fingers inside her.

He pulled his fingers out and pushed them into [Reader]’s mouth.

“Does your ass taste good?” he asked.

[Reader] sucked on them, unable to speak.

Her eyes fell shut, and that only made Beelzebub move faster.

He removed his fingers from her mouth, pulled her closer, and kissed her. She kissed him back just as hungrily, the kiss messy and heated.

One of Beelzebub’s hands slid over her stomach while the other wrapped around her throat as they kissed.

He tightened his grip slightly before breaking the kiss and moving to her neck, pressing kisses there, sucking and licking at her skin.

[Reader]’s mouth fell open again, her eyes rolling back from the sensation.

Beelzebub still wasn’t satisfied. He moved faster, more urgently, sensing that [Reader] was already close.

Their shared fluids spilled between them, warmth and slickness marking every movement.

[Reader] shook as pleasure overwhelmed her, her body losing control as sensation crested again and again.

Driven by intensity, Beelzebub gripped her tightly, holding her in place as he continued, both of them pushed past restraint, caught in the same overwhelming wave.

He didn’t stop until he, too, reached his limit. After several final thrusts, he finished, breath heavy.

They both sank back down afterward.

[Reader]’s back rested against his chest, and she could clearly feel the rise and fall of Beelzebub’s breathing behind her.

“That was great, my dear patient. Let’s examine your other parts next week,” Beelzebub said, his tone calmer now.

When he withdrew, the evidence of their intimacy followed, and [Reader] let out a long, exhausted breath.

“Too tired…” she murmured.

Beelzebub gave a low chuckle and pressed a brief kiss to her neck.

“Alright. Let me clean you up first, then I’ll take you home,” he said.

Beelzebub wasn’t just a stoic doctor — nor simply someone ruled by desire.

In the five days they had been seeing each other, their closeness had grown beyond the physical. This was the closest connection Beelzebub had felt again since what happened to his friends… and to Lilith. He hadn’t meant to grow attached, but it happened anyway.

The only thing that troubled him was one thought he couldn’t shake.

At any moment, Satan could appear again.

And if that happened, everything around Beelzebub could be destroyed all over again.

ps. I forgot that it is [name] not reader khegseggfkurawhkhlfaw, too lazy to edit

[thatluckygirl19]

If only you were real

[finnu1223]

trope that annoys the everliving shit out of me:

when you have a tomboy character that predominantly wears boy clothes- and then changes up and wears a big fancy dress and makeup for prom/the big formal event

put her in a suit you cowards