ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ featuring: bruce wayne, dick grayson, wally west, jason todd, damian wayne, hal jordan, tim drake x reader!!
ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ cw: nsfw 18+, MDNI, little angsty, slice of life, established relationships & situationships (aha☺️)
ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ a/n: uh oh...the girls are fighting...
also happier damian and tim content will be on the way but heres this for now 🧎♀️ps. again…please excuse any unintentional typos 🤟HA
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I have received all manner of threat, up to and beyond “I will play a flute carved from your femur,” and yet this is the first time I’ve felt truly threatened
Still rocking an NFT icon in this day and age is like seeing a confederate flag on the back of someone’s truck. You lost 100 years ago, fucker, it’s over.
you know how women's libido gets higher as they age? yeah- that.
Bruce knew he was getting old. He was slowly taking less patrols, letting the kids carry the heavy load. Understanding that he needed more time to recover from injuries. But nothing could have prepared him for this. For needing extra help in the bedroom.
He knew that women's libido became higher with age and he'd always been able to match your needs if not go above and beyond for them. But lately, he'd been having a hard time getting it up. Which didn't make sense because he loved you, he loved your body, he loved everything about you.
Sure, you were getting older too but your body was a map of everything it had seen and endured and he found it fucking sexy.
So it took him a while to accept that it may not be you or him. It was just... age.
However, he was determined to keep it from you. So you wouldn't see him in a lesser light. But the spontaneity of the relationship started fading quickly when he no longer wanted to be pulled into broom closets during parties or copier rooms whenever you visited the office. And all that started to make you feel insecure. That maybe Bruce just wasn't interested in you like that.
And the moment Bruce realized what was happening, he came clean immediately.
"It's not you, sweetheart." He sighed, thumbs rubbing circles at your thighs. "It's me."
You rolled your eyes and pulled back from his touch, not believing him.
"I-" He swallowed. "I've been having difficulty getting hard."
You frowned. "I can change how I dress maybe? Or I could-"
Bruce laughed and shook his head. "Not like that. You're beautiful. I love you." He paused, smile fading. "It's just age and biology. I started taking Viagra but it takes half an hour to work. More if I've just eaten." He explained. "That's why I need to... schedule our moments more."
"Oh..." You nodded. "Why didn't you tell me?"
He let out a harsh laugh. "Darling. We've been married for quite a while now. I think you know I'm not good with communication."
You rolled your eyes but hummed in acknowledgement. You looked at him carefully then asked. "So ... How long have you been taking it?"
"Since August." He avoided your gaze.
"August?!" You gasped. "That's why you didn't want a quickie at the gala in-" He sighed and nodded. "So... uh.. when do you usually take it?" Bruce shrugged, trying to come off as nonchalant. It didn't work. "Honey..."
"Depends. I usually try to anticipate when you'd like to have sex. Or I take one before coming to bed." He explained. You stared at him for a bit and he looked down, ashamed. "I didn't want to disappoint you."
"You... Tell me you didn't think that I'd get upset or leave for this, would you?" You blinked in shock.
He shrugged and didn't look up. "I'm not unaware of what years of being Batman has done to my body."
"Bruce..." You touched his cheek and made him look at you.
"Darling-" He held your wrist but didn't push you away. "You're beautiful and vibrant and I know what the years have done to me-" His voice lowered. "You're everything and I- I need a pill and a 30-minute head start."
You smiled and climbed into his lap. Instinctively, his hands settled on your hips. "Isn't preplanning your whole thing?" He rolled his eyes but smirked. "Besides, who says that I will always need your dick for fun? Hm? We can do plenty of other things while the pills work their magic, you know."
"Oh, really? Like what?" He felt lighter now.
"You could eat me out- Finger me- We could make out like teenagers until our underwears are a wet mess." You giggled and counted.
"So... If I took a pill right now-" He hummed, pulling your closer until your tits were pressed against his hard chest.
"Then I would let you tongue-fuck me, pull as many orgasms as you can from me before you fuck me properly." You cooed at him. "Sound good?"
bruce being a man who absolutely believes in the sacredness of marriage so ofc he only ever wants to make love to you in your marital bed, in the comfiest corners of the manor when you provoke him just to watch him pounce because you like knowing that he’s not the stuffed shirt he thinks he is when it comes to needing his wife (he’s still getting used to saying that btw, his wife, oh boy) and he will take every bit of time to let you know that because he’s not sloppy or rushed and he claims he doesn’t do quickies
BUT !! it gets to a point because then his batsuit is barely half off and you’re on your knees while he fucks his cock into your mouth like he’s about to die at the claws of his impending orgasm and your hands are pushing at the hard line of his abs (or is that armor?) because it’s so much and he’s so much and your poor husband just needed the relief after the stressful night he’s had, so how could you not help him out? and now all that bs about the sanctity of the marriage bed is lost on him tbh
because tldr : bruce wayne is nasty. he’s a nasty, needy man. who is absolutely NOT above begging you for some sloppy toppy and moaning like a bitch in heat at 2am in that spacious echo-ey batcave because god forbid a man needs his wife????
i saw someone saying on twitter about a woman who said that her boyfriend was so nervous when propose her that he forgot everything and ended up just getting on his knees saying “please”.
i hope every writer who reads this makes the best of it
Warnings: Heavy angst, character death, just lots of death talk in general
A particularly bad attack on Earth leads to hundreds of casualties around the world. Many lives are lost…including that of beloved superheroes and their loves.
Bruce Wayne
He dies with you in his arms.
No one ever expected Batman, the Dark Knight renowned for escaping death, to ever take his last breath. It was impossible. Improbable. The Angel of Death themself struggled to collect.
And yet, the time came.
No one was worried at first. Batman, Bruce Wayne, always prevailed. He always had a plan A through Z, and a second set if those ones somehow failed. Nothing could surprise him whether it be ghosts, aliens, even Dracula himself. It was almost as if the universe itself bent at his whims.
It was Clark who found you and him.
He didn’t register it at first, didn’t even think about it. There were mass casualties from the devastating catastrophe. Many had not survived, a fact that he was personally forced to face as he listened to each and every civilian heartbeat cease to beat. It wasn’t until they began the city cleanup that he realized he failed to hear that of a familiar one.
He didn’t want to believe it at first. There was no way the man closest to him, the man whose intellect rivaled that of even the smartest villains, was just…gone. So, he went searching.
And that’s how he found you both.
It was clear that you had been the first to die. Body set in rigor mortis, blank eyes clouded over as you stared up at the sky. Bruce was behind you, desperately cradling your body to his chest as he lay slouched against a nearby building. He quickly deduced the situation, noticing the bloody blast on your chest. You had somehow, someway, gotten in the middle of battle and suffered for it. Bruce must have found you and in grief, didn’t care if he was found unarmed as he held you in your final moments. The similar wound on his own chest showed as much.
Batman’s own love and grief had been his undoing.
Dick Grayson
He took his last breath with his arms wrapped around your body, as if protecting you from the fatal blow that took your lives.
It was the man who he once called father who found you.
Once the battle came to an end, he desperately followed the tracker he installed in each and every one of his kids' suits. He had to, needed to, account for them all. It didn’t matter if Dick and Jason were grown, if Tim and Steph had the smarts that beat his own, it didn't matter if Cass and Damian could survive even have a nuclear blast if they wanted to. They were his kids.
And so were you. The person who brought forth a new light in Dick that he hadn’t seen in quite some time. He wasn’t the first Robin when he was with you, wasn’t Bludhaven's adored Nightwing…he was just Dick Grayson. Bruce Wayne’s precious son.
Which was why Bruce felt his heart drop when he neared the rubble pile of an oh so familiar building. Your’s and Dick’s, the shabby little apartment you both called home.
He should have known something was wrong when, through all the chaos and bloodshed, he didn’t catch even the barest glimpse of his son. The blue and black suit that he recalled you loved so much nowhere in sight. And now he knows why.
It seemed in the chaos you were unable to leave your apartment building. It was possible you were trapped, or maybe you got caught up attempting to help a neighbor escape before you because that was just the kind of person you were. Either way, you somehow didn’t make it out of the building in time.
And his son, oh his beloved son, always a lover at heart would not leave you in vain.
Bruce didn’t even want to think about whether or not in the end his son accepted fate's cruel hand. If he fought till the bitter end for your lives, or if he decided that death with you was better than life without. He knew his son and his love for you, and knew that in the end a life without you was one he couldn’t imagine his son bearing.
As Bruce neared the rubble and saw your bodies in the midst, strong arms tightly wrapped around you to bring you close to Dick’s unmoving chest, he could only thank that Death decided to take you together.
Jason Todd
He passed with his hand in yours, his fingers intertwined with yours. Arm stretched out as best it could in his final moments to get to you.
His partner in crime, Roy Harper, had been the one to find him. Not his family, but a fellow outcast. And one of the few to notice his slow disappearance in the battle for Earth.
Though the man decided to fight with his family: his brothers, sisters, and regrettably his father, that didn’t mean the rest of the Outlaws decided to just neglect him. No, just as they would family, they all kept tabs on one another throughout the battle. Which was what made them all slowly begin to panic as Red Hood sightings began to progressively turn to none during the war.
Jason wouldn’t be one to abandon a fight, especially as dire as this one, unless…
They didn’t want to think about it. Didn’t even want to consider that you somehow ended up in the crossfire. You, who just as they held Jason near and dear in their hearts they did you. The civilian who never left the man’s side even in the darkest of times.
His love, his life, the very air he breathes.The kind of love poets of old would weep at.
Once the battle was over they all decided to spread out to find their lost comrade. High and low they searched, through rubble and ruins, desperate to catch even a glimpse of the familiar red helmet he wore.
They didn’t have to search far. It was obvious where he would run to if he needed.
Just a few roads down from a nearby safe haven bunker you both lay. Cold, stiff, but together. It was as if in your final moments you both were still so hopeful you could hold each other just one more time. However, fate wasn’t so kind.
A blood trail behind Jason indicated that in his final moments, no matter how painful, he used every last breath to crawl to you and secure your hand in his.
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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masterlist!
(a/n: that variant cover changed my fucking life im never gonna shut up about it)
btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here
thinking about when you first start sleeping over at your f/o’s place and leave things - a hair tie, a toothbrush, face cream they’ll use up, snacks only you like, the password to a streaming service you share on a sticky note, leftovers, and most importantly, your barely perceptible scent on their extra pillow
Stop calling the crumbs shit. None of you realize how hard it is to photoshop crumbs falling mid-air via a birds-eye perspective. They don't just have 'mid-air granola crumbs' on google, no one has ever thought of photographing that before. I had to color a bunch of boulders brown. I had to find images of various boulders and color them brown, whnich yeah, when I say it out loud, does make it sound like a funny euphemism for shit, but it's really more of a light brown color and it took a lot of time and effort, so stop.
you shouldn't be the one huffing and puffing like you are, not when you're the one with your feet off the ground, but you are hot all over, so dizzied by lust that you draw each breath in a fierce squeeze of your lungs, out of sync and yet somehow still in sequence with the squeeze of your insides every time he thrusts into you.
"o-oh god... f-fuck... ugh...ahhh..." - barely coherent now, your cries of pleasures and the calling of his name are just mere utterances, a nonsensical song to sing as your body, greedy, milks out even more pleasure than what you've been given, but he's stopped trying to speak himself, focusing on dragging cock against warm and wet, slapping skin against skin, and chasing higher and higher pleasure in that lewd shape that is you, beloved.
