Pretty much anyone in DC. If I don’t write for them, I’ll add them here! This is a new blog so I guess we’ll find out!
What I Will Write:
Smut, Fluff, Angst, etc. Platonic is a fun one for me. I love batfam content.
What I Won’t Write:
Incest, pedophilia, and again, this is a new blog so I guess we’ll find out based on requests what I should add to this list. If you have to ask “do you think nova would write this…?” then send an ask and I’ll let you know!
On a less intense note, I won’t write canon characters ONLY. All things I write will include x reader
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In regards to the Batfam/Certain characters:
I myself am Jewish and therefore, I stick with a Jewish Bruce Wayne. Unless specified otherwise (i.e. you want a nice Christmas with him), he will be Jewish.
Dick Grayson is also a Romani Jewish man. He is not white. Not for my little world at least.
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Wally is the type to bring her flowers randomly just because he loves her
She loves it when he lays in her lap and she can twirl her fingers in his red hair
His jokes are sometimes cheesy but usually pretty funny. Hers are dark and gloomy and definitely not for everyone
He’s her brother's best friend BUT her brother ships it so it’s ok.
Out of her four brothers, Damian is the most protective. He trained his cat to attack Wally at any point that he makes a move on his sister in his presence.
He’s a big-time texter and she’s more phone call so if she’s ever responding to a text it’s most likely Wally.
From the outside, most people might assume she isn’t all that interested in him, but they both know (and their friends know) that she just has a hard time sharing emotions.
They’re very sweet to each other
very minimal PDA
He sends random texts throughout the day that are the modern equivalent of a love letter
If you think they don't have matching pajamas, you are sorely mistaken. And yes, Wally had to do a lot of convincing.
Warnings: PTSD, cops, alcohol, angst, reader is mentally unwell
Bruce wasn't always aware of where his daughter was. While he did have a tracker on her phone, she chose to leave her phone behind often.
Tonight was no different.
He had asked where she was going and of course her answer was “out.” She had been so short with people lately and very unwilling to participate in anything anymore.
He wouldn’t follow her. He didn’t want to betray her trust. Especially not if she was already having such a hard time. But this didn’t stop him from worrying. He was used to staying up for nights on end and he was more than alright with doing so to ensure his daughter’s safety. The rule was: come home before sunrise. Y/N was grown and he didn’t have as much authority over her as he did when she was younger. This newfound freedom proved not to be good for her.
The Batman decided that since he was up, he may as well go on patrol. It was a quiet night in Gotham, and for that, he was grateful. He was able to take down a few criminals and was still able to keep his eye out for his daughter. Again, not following her, at least that’s what he was telling himself.
As he sat on the roof of one of the many office buildings, he listened to the police radio. There wasn’t much happening that the cops couldn’t handle. It seemed that the month straight of capturing the really bad guys paid off.
However, if he were a dog, his ears would’ve perked up.
He heard the two codes he was hoping to avoid all night; 10-81 and 10-103m. They were requesting a breathalyzer and reporting a disturbance caused by a mental person. These two codes together had his daughter’s name written all over it.
He arrived at the scene, staying hidden in the shadows. As much as Bruce wanted to intervene and help out, Batman had no business with a drunk driver.
The screams and cursing coming from his daughter as she tried to resist the arrest made his chest tighten. To keep himself secret, he would just have to wait until she called him or Alfred from the jail. And that was torture.
She was thrashing, kicking, and pulling on her handcuffs. Two cops had her by her torso and one had her by her legs. It was clear she was terrified. Y/N was someone with PTSD and especially in this state of mind, Bruce doubted she even understood what was going on. She most likely was in the middle of a flashback and wasn’t aware of where she was. Thankfully, Commissioner Gordon knew this and always took care of her when she was arrested.
The cops drove off with her in the back and all Bruce could do was head home, get dressed, and wait for the phone call.
A/N: These guys need to be shown so much love for the shit they always go through.
Bruce always feels like he needs to get ready for you lavishing him with love and care to that extent. Very used to people thirsting over him and just fucking but what you two have is much more so the soft kisses and touches and the way you slowly slide your hand down his body to wrap around his cock make his body buzz with lust and his hips buck.
Jason loves it when you kiss your way up his abs and lick your slick off in the process. Seeing as you used his abs to come earlier its only fair that you repay him for it. Part of him wants to push his cock inside you and come in there but another part just wants to relx into your touches and feel your whole body on top of his as you take things slow, almost edging him.
Tim is super shy about you taking in every part of his body, walking around him and kissing down his spine and up to his neck, one hand jerking him off, the other rolling his nipples between your fingers and getting the sweetest sounds from him. Theres a trail of little red kiss marks from his back, across his chest and finally down to his cock.
Wally looks pretty damn happy with himself when you're licking drops of cum off his cock and getting on top of him to ride him. If he wanted to he could thrust into you so damn fast, putting your vibrator to shame but insted he allows himself to take it slow, to let you go at a snails pace as you push up and then ever so slowly back down to give him full body chills which you then massage away.
Hal takes no chances to let you leave once you're on top of him, rubbing your whole body against his. Its good to be inside you while you worship his body, kissing and licking and biting across his shoulders and neck while your nails leave scratch marks on his hips and his ass while he comes inside you, one orgasm after another.
Clark is used to being looked at a lot and having people admire him but not in a sexual way. The first time you kissed all over his body, mapping his weak spots you had trouble with it because he would moan and blush no matter where you touched him. You barely had to touch his cock to get him to finish, but not to worry he's got that Kryptonian stamina.
The clack of your keyboard was drowned out by your playlist. You were so focused on finishing this personality quiz for your magazine that you hadn’t heard the knock on your office door.
Figuring this was the case, Lois opened the door and spoke over your music, “(Y/N)! Hello!”
With a quick look her way, you smiled and paused your music. This did not deter you from continuing your work, “Hey! Do you think people’s favorite cat breed says something about their personality? I wrote this whole article about Catwoman and what cat breed she is and-”
“Love it. I really do, but I need your help. Johnny got this picture of Superman and as someone who knows everyone, can you tell me if he looks familiar at all?” After shutting your door, she walked over to your incredibly messy yet, to you, incredibly organized desk and showed you the picture on her phone.
“Lois, I have no idea who he is. If I did, don’t you think I would’ve said something by now?” You didn’t even look at the picture. Your eyes were glued to your computer screen.
While yes, you and Lois were friends, she didn’t always take your work seriously. You couldn’t really blame her, though. She had a sense of adventure. The city and its problems called her name. You, on the other hand, were perfectly content attending galas, and parties, interviewing celebrities, and any scandals that popped up. She was very much “Let’s go see what that giant alien robot wants.”
She sighed, more groaned, “Will you please at least look?”
You took your hands off your keyboard and looked at her phone. You couldn’t help but laugh, “That’s literally every white guy in America. Handsome, sure, but come on. Do you expect anyone to identify him? Like seventy men could win a look-alike contest for that guy. Be so serious.”
Lois groaned and turned off her phone, “That’s exactly why this is difficult.”
“Why are you so obsessed with figuring out who he is? Him being the average guy is what makes him an inspiration. I mean, think about it. Anyone could be Superman. That’s what gives people hope,” you went right back to typing. “Besides, obsessing over heroes’ identity is such a Gotham move. You don’t wanna be like Gotham, ew.”
—
In the lounge, you made your second coffee of the day. You were stirring in the creamer in your bejeweled cup when a familiar voice caught your attention.
“Hey,” Clark smiled that shy smile at you. It had been about a month since he started here and the two of you had become fast friends. In fact, the days he was out sick or out with Lois and Johnny were some of your most boring days. You always looked forward to talking to him.
“Clark!” you turned quickly, knocking over your cup which did not have a lid on it just yet.
With a speed you couldn’t quite comprehend, he managed to save it before anything spilled. He chuckled awkwardly, adjusting his glasses and giving you another crooked smile, “Uh… be careful.”
“Heh… thanks…” you gasped out a laugh. “You’re so fast.”
“Uh, yeah,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “Helped my pa out on the farm so… I guess that’s why?” he seemed like he wasn’t quite convinced himself.
You smiled at him and shook your head. Giggling, you asked, “How do you take your coffee? I’ll make you some for saving my life.”
“Saving your life? I’ve never-” he spoke so quickly, you thought he might beat Trisha Paytas at her speedreading.
“My coffee,” you corrected. “I meant the coffee, ‘cause you… saved my coffee.”
“Right, sorry. Uh, just make me whatever you’ve got and I’ll drink it,” he smiled. He always seemed to be smiling. So were you every time you saw him.
“Caramel latte?”
With slight hesitation, he nodded, “Yes?”
“Order for Clark coming right up,” you winked, screwing on the lid to your cup before starting on his. He didn’t bring his own cup so you resorted to the cheap paper ones the lounge provided.
He sat at the table closest to the counter you were at, positioning himself sideways on the chair to face you. “So, what are you working on today?”
You chuckled softly, waiting for the water to heat up in the coffeemaker, “Oh it’s nothing serious.”
“I wanna hear about it anyway,” Clark leaned into the back of the chair.
You faced him, darting your eyes across his frame before looking back into his eyes, “Um- Okay!” you were more than happy to tell anyone about your work, though no one in this office building seemed to care. Clark always cared, though. That was something you were going to have to get used to. “I finished my Catwoman article and now I’m trying to come up with a bunch of questions and how they’ll relate to cat breeds. Sounds kind of dumb but-”
“That’s not dumb. That sounds fun. I personally like Maine Coons. What does that say about me?” he crossed his arms and by god, you could see the shirt struggling not to rip on his massive arms- have they always been so big?
You admired him for no more than a second before you came to your senses. The water had heated up and you focused back on his coffee to hide your blush. “It means you’re a really kind person and you’re a bit of a gentle giant.”
“Sounds about right,” he laughed softly. “I’ll take your quiz when you’re done if you want.”
You almost verbally squeaked as you poured in the flavoring and creamer. “You really don’t have to, Clark.”
“I know, but I want to,” he assured you.
—
After you finished your quiz, you clapped your hands together, “Perfect- no, purrfect.” you laughed at your own joke before realizing how dumb that sounded.
When you opened your office door, you were expecting to see Clark sitting at his desk which was positioned right outside your door. However, you were met with an empty seat. He wasn’t supposed to go home yet. You frowned and shifted your gaze to Lois’ desk next to his. When you realized she was gone too, you sighed. The two of them seemed to do stories together more and more often. They worked well together.
You then went to put everything back in your purse. Knocking on your dad’s doorframe you smiled softly, “I’m headed home for the day.”
Pairing: Wally West x f! reader (reader has a pussy + uses female pronouns)
Genre: smut/NSFW
Word Count: 1.2k
Summary: as a speedster, your boyfriend has near unlimited stamina. unfortunately for you, your stamina is very much finite
CW: overstimulation, multiple orgasms, multiple creampies, unprotected sex (be smart), mentions of oral (f! receiving), lots of praise, mating press, Wally is an absolute madman
this should go without saying but Wally is an adult in this
hi I wrote this in 45 minutes after waiting in line for 10minutes at 7/11 for hot chocolate because the guy in front of my didn’t know how to use Apple Pay. anyway I am absolutely here for Wally accidentally overstimulating you because he just has so much energy
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The best thing about having a speedster for a boyfriend? He has nearly unmatched stamina. The worst thing about having a speedster for a boyfriend? He has nearly unmatched stamina.
Wally looks up at you with a smirk, green eyes glinting with mischief. His lips, along with the entire lower half of his face, are coated in your slick. Your juices drip down his chin and roll down his muscled chest.
“Cumming already?” He teases, “we haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.”
Your boyfriend barely seems phased by the fifteen minutes he just spent between your legs, but that’s not out of the ordinary. Most days, Wally could spend hours eating you out if you’d let him.
You roll your eyes, legs trembling as you attempt to close them around his shoulders. “You’re just too good, Walls.”
“Hey, I didn’t say we were done yet.” Wally pulls your legs apart, an ankle thrown over each shoulder.
He tugs down his boxers, letting his cock spring free. As usual, he’s eagerly dripping precum. Wally keeps his eyes on yours as he rubs his cock between your lips, letting the mixture of your juices and his spit act as lube. He lines his tip up with your entrance and lets it slip inside.
He almost whimpers as he bottoms out, the sheer heat and tightness of your pussy overwhelming for him. No matter how many times he’s been in this position, no matter how many times he’s fucked you, it always amazes him how well you take him. How well your pussy just molds to his cock.
“God,” he groans, cock filling you completely, “you take me so well.”
You’re practically folded in half with your legs over his shoulders and his body leaning over yours. He’s so deep inside of you that you feel him with every breath.
Wally starts moving, taking up that familiar fast pace you’re so used to. He bottoms out with every thrust, pulling out just as you register how the head of his cock hits that spot inside of you. You reach out desperately, gripping at his hair to give yourself a sense of control as he drills your poor pussy.
He presses a hand down on your stomach, his other arm keeping him propped up. His muscles flex with every thrust, abs clenching and biceps bending. His green eyes have darkened, that familiar shade of jade being drowned out by his desire.
He slows down, opting for harder and deeper thrusts that have the headboard slamming against the wall each time. Your body moves with the bed, his cock bullying into your walls. You squeeze your eyes shut, letting the waves of pleasure roll over you. You cum at the same time as Wally, his hips stuttering as he tries to bury himself as deep as possible within your walls.
You desperately grip at his forearms, nails digging into the soft skin. Wally whines as he cums, painting your walls white in thick, long bursts.
He smiles down at you, attempting to catch his breath. “Still hanging in there?”
You nod, though your pussy is starting to tingle from all the pleasure it's received and that dull pressure has filled your stomach.
“Good,” he kisses you and starts to move again, his cock still painfully hard. “Cause I’m not done either.”
Wally’s stamina hasn’t seemed to take a hit as he resumes his earlier pace, slamming his hips into yours almost hard enough to bruise. His cock is still sensitive from cumming, but your walls clenching around him feels so good that he never wants to stop. He has his eyes closed as he fucks into you, focused only on trying to get himself as deep inside of you as possible.
You keep your fingers wrapped around his biceps and let yourself get lost in the overwhelming pleasure. It’s not unusual for Wally to want to go multiple rounds, overstimulating both of you in the process. Still, you never quite get used to the extreme highs he gives you in the heat of the moment.
Wally’s pace increases, balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. He’s brutal in his speed, sweat beading down his temples as he pushes you even further. The bed shakes and you can barely catch your breath.
You look up at him desperately, pleading at him with your eyes. Wally looks down at you and you can see that he’s somewhere else, focused only on the heat of your puffy pussy.
You tighten your grip on him in an attempt to ground him, opening your mouth to speak. No words come out, though, drowned out by your pathetic whines as another orgasm rolls over you. It’s so intense that your senses fade away from you, the lewd sounds of Wally fucking you drifting somewhere far away.
Wally cums a minute after you, bringing you back to your senses when you feel his hot cum filling you up once more. He lets himself collapse on you, keeping his cock still inside of you.
He rubs a hand across your cheek, “still with me?”
You nod weakly, your head spinning with the aftershocks of your last orgasm. The black spots that filled your vision still haven’t gone away.
Wally grabs your hands, pushing them further into the bed and using them as leverage as he starts to fuck you once more. You shiver with every movement, the pleasure almost painful at this point.
Wally kisses your forehead. “Give me one more, okay? Just one more.”
He’s much lazier this time, much more gentle. He keeps a steady pace, trying to give you time to recover while also chasing his own high. Any sensitivity he’s feeling is drowned out by how fucking good you feel around him, how fucking pretty you look when you’re all fucked out like this.
He holds your hands the whole time, whispering praises into your ear with every thrust. “My good girl,” he mumbles, “‘m almost done.”
You squeeze his hands almost painfully tight, blinking back the tears that form in your eyes. It feels so good, but it’s too much. Too hot, too wet, too much pressure. Wally is your only grip on reality, the only thing keeping you from succumbing to the exhaustion that hangs over you.
His hips stutter and he buries himself deep inside of you as he finishes. The heat of his cum fills you and though it feels good, it overwhelms you. You whimper while he pumps his cum inside of you, letting the tears start to roll down your cheeks.
Wally wipes them away, kissing your wet cheeks. “Did so good for me,” he slurs, “so fucking good.”
He doesn’t pull out, still lazily moving inside of you. He kisses all around your face, petting your sweaty hair out of your eyes. Your pussy aches, twitching around him tiredly, as if begging for a break. Wally looks at you with hearts in his eyes. You look so cute and used up, he swears he’ll melt.
He finally pulls out, letting his cum run out of you and coat your thighs and bedsheets. “Let’s give your pussy a break, hm?”
“Yes, please,” you mumble out, finally succumbing to your exhaustion.
The people wanted to know. That’s what you told yourself as you walked through Arkham Asylum. You were being escorted by two armed guards and trying not to make eye contact with anyone in the cells. You had heard of Gotham’s crazies but you’d never come face to face with any. But the criminals around you weren’t who you were worried about.
Last week, you paced your father’s office venting to him about how boring your magazine seemed. You were running out of shocking fashion trends and celebrity scandals to report on. So, as your heels clicked back and forth and you reapplied your lipgloss anxiously for the third time, your father sighed.
“Why don’t you try reporting on crime? And real important events?” He suggested, as he always did. Perry White was so proud when his daughter told him she was going to college for journalism. However, after she graduated, and showed no interest in newspapers, crime, or anything of the sort, he was very disappointed.
“What billionaires are up to is important. The people wanna know. And besides-” you were cut off by one of your dad’s reporters.
He poked his head in, “Harley Quinn’s been arrested again. Sent to Arkham.”
“Bill, if you have to say again in a tone like that, do you really think it’s news?” Perry looked at him, unamused.
Bill said nothing, simply nodded, and stepped out again.
“What were you saying?” your dad brought his attention back to you.
“I just had an idea…”
—
So, here you were, sitting across the glass from the infamous Harley Quinn. She sat criss-cross on the ground on her side of the glass and smiled eerily at you.
“I love all the pink,” she told you, motioning to your outfit. You could most commonly be seen wearing pink and/or preppy clothes. Though your father worked for everything your family had, you very much dressed in the old money style mixed with a bit of Mean Girls. You’ve even been compared to Elle Woods.
You smiled back at her, though yours was much less ‘I’m-going-to-kill-you’ and more genuine. “Thank you. Mind if I record?” You showed her your audio recorder.
Harley tightened her pigtails one by one and grinned, “Go for it, kiddo. I gotta say… No one’s ever come here to ask me about my style before.”
As you hit record, you chuckled, “Yeah, and I think that is so unfair. I mean, come on, you even made your jumpsuit look cute. You’ve got to be one of the top three best-dressed criminals.”
—
After an hour of chatting, the interview turned into a casual conversation. You’d actually gotten to know Harley Quinn and the evolution of her costumes pretty well. And after another hour, you were ready to write up a whole two-pager all about her and her style.
“Thank you so much for the interview. I promise I’ll get you a copy- I’m allowed to do that, right?” you stood, looking back at one of the guards who had escorted you. He gave a simple nod and that was enough.
“Ah! I’m so excited! Thank you for the girl talk. It’s been too long since anyone tried to talk to me like a person,” Harley also stood, walking backward to sit on her bed.
—
The day you returned to Metropolis was a Sunday. You silently cursed yourself for telling your dad you’d be in the office Monday. Though you didn’t work for him, he did let you take up office space at the Daily Planet and use his software (as well as your own, of course) all for free.
Out of habit, before bed, you looked out your window to see if you could catch a glimpse of Superman. He was a new hero in Metropolis and you, along with most cityfolk, were very eager to see what he could do.
With no sign of him this time around, you decided to start up your skincare. The routine you had was incredible. You knew you had an addiction to buying creams, face masks, and new things to keep yourself looking good, but who cared? Your skin was clear, and your heart was happy.
As soon as you put on the same mask you usually wear to bed, you heard car alarms down below your apartment. Rushing to grab your camera, you raced to your back porch and looked down. You fumbled with the camera, trying your best to capture what you could see. Of course it would fall ten stories down.
“No!” You tried to grab it but it was just out of your reach.
Then, the exact thing you were trying to photograph flew your camera up to you. “Drop something, miss?” he had a kind and very handsome voice. It was deep and confident.
“Suh- Suh- Suh-” You slowly took your camera from his hand while he hovered just above the ground.
“Hi, I’m Superman.”
—
The next day, you rushed into work eager to tell your father who you met. But when you walked into (more barged into) his office, he had a young man with glasses sitting at the desk.
“Oh, Clark, this is (Y/N), my daughter. Her office is that obnoxiously decorated one next door. (Y/N), this is Clark, my newest reporter.”
As the two of you were introduced, you couldn’t help but feel he seemed familiar to you somehow.
He politely waved at you with an awkward and shy smile, “Hi, there. Good to meet you.” His voice had a sweetness to it, and a midwestern accent. However, he looked at you like he already knew you.
You work in an office right next to your father, Perry White. You have your very own gossip/pop culture magazine that you're constantly working on and traveling for. What happens when you come back to the office and you meet the new guy? He seems sweet but very shy, and he looks oddly familiar...
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New series coming soon!! The masterlist for it will be here once I've uploaded a chapter. It will have eventual smut so MDNI.
