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fragmentsofmyfixation · 1 year

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The Woes of Being a Butler (Father)

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Clark Kent

Word Count: 1,750

Warnings: None

Summary: Master Bruce in his 27 years of life had never been what one would refer to as social. He hardly spoke to anyone that wasn’t Alfred or Detective Gordon which is why when Alfred finds him preparing to go out, he’s curious.

Alfred was suspicious. Master Bruce had never been one for social gatherings, or anything social period. He had always been a rather recluse child, something which only intensified after the death of his parents. Alfred was a military man who learned the ways of service after his time in British intelligence. He never had a chance to be a father. So when he was left to parent a traumatized young boy, he was clueless as to how to bring him out from this dark place that seemed to be swallowing him from the inside out.

He had tried cajoling the young boy to socialize with his peers but was met with icy rebuffs and anxious tears. He had hoped that Master Bruce’s years abroad would have helped him with his social anxiety, but he still shied away from making social connections and avoided public gatherings like the plague. This is why Alfred was at a loss when watching Master Bruce change his outfit for the fourth time tonight.

Seeing him in anything aside from his sleepwear and full Batman regalia was a sight for sore eyes. Alfred shook his head in bemusement as Master Bruce carded nervous fingers through his hair in a vain attempt to fix his bed head, eye his outfit with disgust, and then go into the closet to change once again. Alfred couldn’t stand by and say nothing.

“Any plans for tonight Master Bruce?”

Master Bruce dropped whatever he was holding, surprised by Alfred’s presence. He must have been deep inside his own head to not notice Alfred’s presence.

Yes, something was amiss indeed.

“Just out,” he replied, voice soft, eyes downturned.

Alfred wasn’t letting this go. “Yes, I can see that, what I’m asking is who your plans are with and what you will be doing. Is this for business? It wasn’t on your schedule.”

While Alfred couldn’t see the look on his face, Alfred knew it was flushing red from his lack of response.

Master Bruce came out from his hiding space closet with a look of nervous confidence.

Having built up enough courage Master Bruce blurted out, “I’m seeing a friend.”

Alfred’s mind stopped at the abrupt declaration before he composed himself once again.

“A friend?”

“Yes, a friend Alfred,” Master Bruce replied instantly.

Ah that type of friend.

“Does this friend happen to go by the name Selena Kyle?”

“No,” he answered immediately. “It’s someone else.”

“Excuse me for my rudeness but I was unaware you had actual friends, considering how your time is spent between searching for justice, avoiding the press, conversing with me, and sneakily trying to hide your food so I won’t force you to eat. I’m just surprised is all.”

Bruce fiddled with his tie —a nervous tick Alfred had noticed— without looking at him.

“It was that reporter, the one who came her for an interview a few months ago.”

Alfred dug up a name in his memories till he was able to match it with a face. Yes, he remembered that reporter, Clark Kent. He had hand picked him to interview Master Bruce because of his stellar record capturing the importance of the person he was interviewing and writing genuine articles instead of writing ludicrous headlines to sell tabloids. Master Bruce had refused stating that he didn’t want to be interviewed.

Stop being such a ninny Master Bruce it’s only an interview.

Bruce had only agreed at the promise of Alfred not bothering him about his sleep schedule —or lack thereof— for a week.

It’s the small victories Alfred supposes.

The day he had come to the manor, was the day right after Master Bruce had fallen from a rooftop, making his mood even more withdrawn. Mister Kent’s charm had managed to pull a few reluctant half smiles out of Master Bruce. All was going well till Mister Kent noticed the bruising on his torso when the hem of Master Bruce’s shirt had risen up as he reached for a mug.

Mister Kent’s worry seemed genuine when he asked if Master Bruce was alright. His face was stricken with panic as he apologized for coming over when he was hurt and insisting that Bruce should have canceled the interview.

“You came here from Metropolis Mr. Kent, cancelling at last minute would have been inappropriate. I’ve already iced the bruise and have been banned from rock climbing by my butler.”

“Your health trumps our interview. I could’ve done a phone interview from my hotel. Seriously Mr. Wayne, you need to pay better attention to your health!”

Alfred remembered the memory fondly, the sight of Bruce feeling properly chagrined and having a regular conversation, with someone his age no less had made Alfred’s year.

However, it seemed that the status of their relationship had changed, and while Alfred respected and approved of him as a reporter and possible friend, he wanted to know what his intentions were with Master Bruce. And he also abhorred being blindsided like this.

“Have you two been keeping in touch?” Alfred asked, voice devoid of any emotion.

Master Bruce seemed to sense Alfred’s tone and answered cautiously. “Well, at first, he sent a follow up email with his article attached and asked how my bruises were healing. I know you’re always telling me how genuine compliments and nice conversation are the keys to the beginning of friendship so I complimented him on the article. It was well written and didn’t have anything I told him not to write in it.”

Alfred nodded, remembering the well written article and how impressed he was.

“After that we continued to exchange emails and he sent me one last week saying he was in Gotham and asked if he could take me out,” Master Bruce said, getting quieter towards his last admission.

“And when were you going to tell me this?” Alfred asked, hurt seeping into his usual sarcastic tone.

Master Bruce looked chagrined at the disappointment leaking into his voice and ducked his head sorrowfully. “It’s not that I wanted to hide it Alfred. I just..” he struggled to find the words, “I just didn’t know if it would last and didn’t want to disappoint you. I know how happy you were when I met Selina and conversely how sad you were when we didn’t work out and I was alone again. I just didn’t want to disappoint you with another failed relationship.”

Another failed attempt at happiness. Is what went unsaid.

The hardness in Alfred’s face softened. His ward was truly one of a kind.

“I’m assuming you’ve ran a background check on the lad before agreeing to go out with him?” Alfred questioned ignoring the charged atmosphere.

Sadness was replaced by cockiness as he replied, “Of course I did, I’m Batman. And I’m sure you ran a background check before scheduling the interview.”

Alfred acquiesced to his point and looked at his ward lovingly. Hesitance crept back into Master Bruce’s expression, seemingly thinking Alfred was still upset with him.

Instead of responding with words that would make them both overly emotional, he decided to give some much needed fashion advice.

“I suggest going with the white turtleneck, a leather jacket, and black slacks,” Alfred advised before leaving the room.

Alfred was reading over Gotham Gazette’s newest paper when he heard the doorbell ring. Before he could stand up to answer it Master Bruce had raced down the stairs, checking his hair one last time in the living room mirrors before approaching the door.

Alfred smiled in his tea at his ward’s thinly concealed excitement. He got up and put on a pejorative mask. He was just in time to see Master Bruce open the door. Mister Kent had brought a bouquet of an admittedly beautiful assortment of flowers.

“Hi,” Clark greeted timidly.

“Hi,” Master Bruce replied bashfully.

“Greetings,” Alfred interrupted standing between the two. Both men were startled out of their bubble. Bruce seemed mortified, cheeks flushing red for the third time tonight. Clark held out his hand in greeting.

“It’s nice to see you again Mr. Pennyworth.”

Alfred didn’t spare at a glance at the outstretched hand and replied, “I wish I could say the same. I wasn’t aware you took a romantic interest in Master Bruce.”

Master Bruce whispered an embarrassed “Alfred!” before apologizing profusely to Mister Kent.

The reporter laughed, seemingly unperturbed.

“It didn’t start off that way. I was genuinely concerned with his recovery. Then we started talking and while Bruce’s replies were a bit…” he paused searching for the right words. “Stilted at first, I was enamored with his quick wit and straightforward personality. I knew it was a long shot asking him out, I’m sure he has potential suitors knocking down doors for the chance to take him out.”

As Mister Kent continued talking, both Master Bruce and Alfred collectively decided not to mention how he’s barely even seen outside of the house, let alone propositioned.

“But my ma always tells me, ‘Clark, you’ll never know if you don’t try’ so I decided to give it a shot and felt like the luckiest man on earth when I read Bruce’s email agreeing to a date.”

Master Bruce leaned back on his heels as he fiddled with the hem of his turtleneck, another nervous tick of his.

“You see Alfred, Clark’s nice,” Master Bruce defended, cheeks bright red, eyes staring in admiration at the reporter.

Alfred internally rolled his eyes at the sight before him. What would those residing in the underbelly of Gotham, think of the scary Batman, the force of vengeance and justice that tears through Gotham’s most dangerous streets like paper every night, blushing like a love-sick teenage girl, wooed by a reporter’s country charm.

Alfred still wasn’t completely sold on Mister Kent, but decided to give his approval, for now.

“Have him home by 11.”

“I’m 27 Alfred, I don’t have a curfew,” he stated indignantly.

Alfred didn’t reply and gave him a nonplussed look. Master Bruce seemed to realize he was serious and leaned close enough to whisper something in his ear.

“12:30 tops Alfred, please?”

Alfred could hear the pout in his voice and resigned himself to tracking their whereabouts in the bat cave if he wasn’t home at 12:30 on the dot.

“Alright lad, have fun.”

Master Bruce gave a small smile before joining Mister Kent to his car. Alfred shut the door and smiled to himself, his ward was finally growing up. The deceased Masters would be proud.

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teeglass · 3 months

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im leaving room in case more shit happens (inevitable)

#shitpost #twilight #mcr #50 shades of gray #dakota johnson #robbert pattinson #ellen degeneres #oppenheimer #lmk if anything is wrong or needs to be changed #this is based mostly on memory

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bimbobi · 2 years

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rxtrovillans · 2 years

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Bruce Wayne NSFW Headcanons

Pairing: Battinson x fem!reader

A/n: sorry for errors not proof read!!

B.W Masterlist

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Bruce is very attentive after, it doesn’t matter if he was gentle and slow or rough and fast during sex, and with him being the big bad batman when it comes to you he is very sensitive. He might run you a bath after cleaning up any messes on your body he might have made (Like cumming on your stomach), or he might just pull you onto his chest and give you kisses on your forehead until you both fall asleep.

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Bruce loves his hands, he loves what he can do with them since he makes a lot of his own tech and gadgets. But he also loves watching his fingers disappear inside of you and the feeling of his cock getting painfully hard while he watches your face contorted in pleasure that only he can give you. He also loves watching his hands dig into your hip which leaves light-colored bruises for the next couple of days.

Bruce loves your hips, he likes how warm it is especially when he lays his head there when he has free time. He loves the feeling Of your hips under his rough hands when you’re riding him, or when he’s eating you out and he has to hold your hips down to the mattress to keep you still (Or when you’re sitting in his face, same applies with keeping you still and steady). He loves leaving love bits on them that only he gets to see.

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)

He either always wears a condom or almost never does.

If he never wore a condom he’d choose to cum in you and watch it drip out a little before finger fucking it back into you.

He likes to come in your mouth/down your throat, the imagine of his cum dripping down the sides of your mouth makes him want to fuck your face again.

D: Dirty Secret

He loves when you are in his clothes. Waking up to see you wearing his shirts that fit you like a dress while your hips are swaying to whatever you're humming, it makes his cock stiff. This often leads to him fucking you rough against the counter with his shirt that you’re wearing bunched up around your waist.

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Bruce has hooked up with a few women before he met you, though his nightly routine has made it rather hard to keep a large amount of companions.

He’s well aware of what he needs to do in order to please the person he’s hooking up with (he’s skilled in many ways *wink wink*)

F: Favorite Position

He likes when you’re on top, laying down against him and you move your hips up and down ride him, he likes gripping (Watering can position). He loves it when you do this position, he grips onto your hips the whole time.

He loves missionary, the intense eye contact throughout makes me want to fuck you harder and faster.

He loves when you ride his face….

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

He’s usually serious and heavily focused on giving you pleasure, but sometimes when you make jokes he’ll laugh and return his own little joke back but then he’ll go back to being serious…

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s trimmed, never bare. He’s kind of a perfectionist so he’ll take his time on his appearance.

I: Intimate (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’d kiss you everywhere. Gently touching an area on your body befitting kissing it. He’d whisper Loving affirmations in small little moments (“you’re so beautiful” etc).

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Hmm…… he definitely does jack off but I don’t think he’s very active in this department. Because of his Vigilante persona when he’s out in duty you’re usually at home waiting for him to return, this also happens when he is home so the need to jack off isn't really needed.

(You being at his home isn’t seen as clingy or annoying to him because he honestly enjoys your company)

There are times where you ask him to get off in front of you.

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Edging, he loves to edge you

Praise kink, He loves when you give him praise and gratification

L: Location (Favorite places to do they do)

Countertops, the bedroom, the floor of Your bedroom, and when he’s fully risky against his window that shows his green backyard.

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Very simple things. Being nice to him (LOL), wearing his clothes, complimenting him, gently kisses….

N: No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Age play

Batman role play, HEAR ME OUT… he wants to make Bruce and Batman two different people. He tries to keep his Batman persona separate from his Bruce Wayne life.

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh man… this man loves making you cum with his mouth over and Over again. And he’d be lying if he said it didn’t boost his ego, he will continue to tease you “You know I’m the only one who can make you like this right?” Or “Wow you’re gonna cum again?”.

He also enjoys receiving but loves giving more, he loves seeing your mouth wrapped around his cock and when he’s finished he loves seeing his cum dripping from your mouth.

The first time you guys had sex, you went to give him head and he pushed you away wanting to give it to you first.

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually it depends on his mood, if he’s frustrated with how a case is going or anything in general, it’s usually hard and fast. But Most of the time it’s at a moderate speed.

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He prefers proper sex rather than quickies, he loves the long intimate sessions he has with you rather than to have small quick sessions.

He does have quickies with you sometimes, when you two are in the middle of fucking and he sees the bat symbol it ends very quickly, but not before he makes you cum.

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’d risk getting caught while having sex once in a while though it will be your idea not his.

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last, etc.)

Depending on the pace determines how long he’ll last.

If he’s fucking you fast, he can go 3 Rounds and last as long as you for all three.

If he’s fucking you slow ge can go up to 4 - 5 rounds

T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He might keep a bullet vibrator to use on you while he’s fucking you.

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

When he’s in a good mood he likes to bring some fun into the bedroom so he’ll edge you multiple times before making you finally come.

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

A few grunts here and there and maybe a moan if you tug on his hair or something (and he rolls his eyes back in pleasure with a little moan when you do this!!!!).

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

This man loves eating Pussy… there I said it. He loves holding you down to keep you from squirming, he loves to flick your sensitive clit over and over again before fucking you with his toungue. He loves the taste of you. He loves knowing that only he can bring you this kind of pleasure. He does it every chance he can get.

MY BATMAN DEVOURS!!

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Roughly 7-8 inches long and a thick 3 inches wide (hot!)

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He thinks about sex with you all the time, though he doesn’t really have the time to act on it due to his nightly job. Butttt whenever he can, he goes all out giving you multiple round of him fucking you and making you come multiple times before he even gets a chance to.

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He lets you lay in his chest while playing with your hair, he usually waits till you fall asleep first.

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i-think-in-metaphors · 3 months

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I will never get over that

Are the same fucking person

#twilight #boy and the heron #robbert pattinson

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whotf-atemywaffles · 7 months

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Gold rush

Tw: mentions of injury

Cedric diggory x reader

Summary: Y/n and Cedric were both Hogwarts champions in the Triwizard Tournament, initially rivals but eventually becoming close friends and even more. They faced challenges together, including a battle against Death Eaters and Voldemort, and ultimately realized that they had found something special in each other. They continued to support each other in all their endeavors and remained together.

Y/n was a Gryffindor and was in the same year as Cedric Diggory, who was everyone's favorite golden boy. She found Cedric to be overrated and was annoyed by how much attention he received. However, as the Triwizard Tournament approached, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for what was to come.

Y/n was not just an ordinary witch, but one of the brightest in her year - in fact, she was probably the brightest. This often irritated her younger friend Hermione Granger, but a little academic competition never hurt anyone.

As the day for the names to be drawn for the tournament came closer, tension was building throughout Hogwarts. "If I didn't find it utterly barbaric, I would say that you should put your name in," Hermione said to Y/n in the library. Y/n laughed in response and confided in her friend that she had been thinking about it. "I mean, you would do better than half the imbeciles that are putting their names in," Hermione said, putting her book down.

Later that week, Y/n ended up putting her name in just for fun. As she watched the Goblet of Fire, she couldn't believe her name had been chosen as the Hogwarts champion. Panic and excitement set in as she realized the gravity of the situation. Cedric offered his congratulations, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride or a desire to prove that she was worthy and he wasn't. However, her glory was short-lived when another name came out of the goblet of fire - Cedric Diggory.

As Cedric walked towards the other champions, he whispered in Y/n's ear, "Guess I'm worthy after all," with a smirk that caused a shiver to go down her spine. The rest of the school year was filled with tension as Y/n and Cedric trained for the Triwizard Tournament. They were both determined to win and prove their worth, to prove that they were better than the other.

As the tournament progressed, Y/n found herself developing begrudging respect for Cedric's skills and determination. She hadn't quite gotten past the fact that he was arrogant, annoying, and egotistical, but she respected him slightly.

Eventually, it was time for the first task. The task involved retrieving a golden egg from a dragon's lair. Y/n and Cedric both faced the dragon and successfully retrieved their eggs. Y/n suffered some nasty burns, but she was frustrated that Cedric finished before her. However, she couldn't deny that Cedric's performance was impressive. And if you were to ask Cedric, he could say the same.

The tension between Y/n and Cedric continued to build as they prepared for the second task. However, during a particularly difficult training session, Cedric injured his ankle. Y/n found herself helping him, and they ended up having a heart-to-heart conversation. Y/n realized that Cedric wasn't as bad as she thought and that he had his own insecurities. As they worked together to prepare for the second task, Y/n found herself seeing Cedric in a new light. They became close friends, maybe even more.

During the second task, Y/n and Cedric both had to rescue their loved ones from the bottom of the Black Lake. Y/n was able to rescue her loved one first, but she stayed behind to help Cedric rescue his. They both completed the task successfully, and Y/n couldn't deny that Cedric had shown great bravery.

As the third task approached, Y/n found herself torn between her desire to win and her growing friendship with Cedric. She knew that only one of them could be the winner, but she also didn't want to lose Cedric as a friend.

The two continued to train together, and the third and final task was just around the corner. Soon, Y/n would know whether she won Cedric’s friendship or the tournament; she knew she couldn’t have both.

The day of the third task arrived, and Y/n and Cedric found themselves facing a daunting maze. The two worked together to navigate the maze, but as they got closer to the center, they found themselves facing obstacles that tested not only their magical abilities but also their moral compasses. Suddenly, they were ambushed by a group of Death Eaters who had infiltrated the tournament. Y/n and Cedric fought bravely, but they were outnumbered. Eventually, they kept running until they reached the cup. They had found it, and all they had to do was grab it at the same time, and they both would win, and they would be out of the Death Eater-infested maze.

Cedric and Y/n both looked at each other knowingly. They knew what they were going to do. They both grabbed the cup and were transported - but not back to Hogwarts. Y/n and Cedric found themselves in a graveyard, surrounded by Death Eaters. Cedric stood by Y/n's side, ready to face whatever came their way. They both dueled with the Death Eaters, but it was a difficult fight. However, they managed to hold their own against them. Voldemort offered them both a chance to join him, but Y/n and Cedric both refused, knowing that it was the right thing to do.

As the duel continued, Cedric and Y/n worked together to take down the remaining Death Eaters. They were both exhausted, but they had each other's backs. Finally, they were left facing Voldemort alone. It was a difficult fight, but Y/n and Cedric were able to hold their own against him. In the end, they managed to overpower him and defeat him.

After the battle, they both collapsed on the ground, completely drained of energy. Cedric turned to Y/n and gave her a grateful smile. "Thanks for having my back," he said. Y/n smiled back and replied, "Anytime." From that day on, Y/n and Cedric's friendship grew stronger. They both realized that there was more to each other than what they had previously thought.

Y/n went on to win the Triwizard Tournament, but she knew that she couldn't have done it without Cedric. They both shared in the glory, and their friendship continued to grow. They both learned that sometimes, it takes a common enemy to bring people together.

In the months that followed, Y/n and Cedric were practically inseparable, and according to their friends, insufferable. One day towards the end of their fifth year, they confessed their feelings for one another. As the end of the school year approached, Y/n and Cedric started dating and became the talk of Hogwarts. Even though they came from different houses, they spent the summer together and returned to Hogwarts as a couple, much to the delight of their friends. They continued to support each other in all their endeavors and remained together even after they graduated. They both knew that they had found something special in each other and were determined to hold on to it no matter what.

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