#DCEU fic

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Let's Marvin Gaye and Get It On - DCEU! Clark Kent x Reader

A/N: sorry this idea got stuck in my head and I had to let it out.

pairing: DCEU! Clark Kent x fem!reader

warnings/content: p in v, creampie, breeding kink if you squint, softdom! clark

word count: 1.4k

You and Clark spent your evening the way you spent most evenings - sitting on the couch together watching television, often you choosing to catch up on Love Island or Below Deck while Clark happily sits with you, watching the baseball game on his phone, scrolling through news stories. It’s quiet and uneventful, but it’s routine, and neither of you seemed to mind usually, but tonight, tonight was different. 

Clark had been working late the past few days on a story, writing and revising and editing, piles of discarded paper tossed about the floor of his office at home, his neat, masculine writing scratched out or scribbled over on all of them. He always preferred to handwrite his notes for a story and refer to them again as he typed the final draft - “call me old-fashioned,” he’d always said. He’d been running himself into the ground trying to finish what he was working on, and you could tell the stress was getting to him as he began to withdraw from you. He’d grown quieter, becoming less and less of a conversationalist as the week went on, the normal fiery passion behind his kisses sizzling out to just sweet, soft pecks on the cheek here and there with a hollow, emptiness to them. Not wanting Clark or your relationship to suffer further, you devised a plan. 

As your show ended, your lips curled up into a grin, eyes watching Clark’s reaction to his phone to gauge when to put your plan into motion. You could hear a commercial come on during a break in the game, the sounds of a sales pitch for beers blaring through the small speaker built into his phone. Clark huffed a sigh and set the phone down before turning to look at you. He caught a glimpse of the smirk that you were now sporting, and cocked his eyebrow in response.

“You ok, baby? You’re looking at me…differently,” He started.

You slowly straddled Clark’s hips, lowering yourself into his lap as you rested your arms on his shoulders, smiling sweetly at him. The hem of your skirt lifted up as you sat, revealing your lack of undergarments. It always seemed to turn Clark on to see you like this, a tiny skirt with no barrier between his hand and your core. He loved teasing you normally - he liked the reaction he got, watching you squirm and struggle with keeping it to yourself whenever you went out together. 

“You seem tense, sweetheart,” you purred, nodding your head as your finger traced his jawline slowly.

You watched as Clark swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped. His icy blue eyes never left you as you settled yourself onto his thighs, your hands dragging their way lazily down his torso, the flannel material of his button up shirt grazing against the pads of your fingers. He stared at you with newfound intensity, watching as your hands slipped the buttons of his shirt open one at time with ease. You began slliding the material back off his shoulders slightly, just enough to expose his skin, the dark curls of hair on his chest now very clearly visible, tapering off before trailing down his stomach to the waistline of his jeans.You drifted your touch down to his belt, undoing the metal buckle slowly, dragging your actions out to see how far you could push Clark.

“Honey, you’re driving me crazy right now, you know that?” 

His voice was soft and sweet, yet a hint of dominance lingered as he spoke, his lips just barely away from your ear, his warm breath against your earlobe was enough to set your skin alight with passion, a tingling sensation overcoming you from head to toe as you tugged on his belt, freeing it from his jeans before letting the buckle clatter to the floor. You hummed as you undid his jeans, smirking at him innocently as your eyes met his. His normally cheerfully bright blue eyes had darkened, now full of lust and wanting as he watched your every move.

You got up from his lap just enough to tug his bottoms down, letting them pool around his ankles. Your eyes drifted to the sight of his cock. No matter how many times you’d seen it over the course of your relationship, you couldn’t help but be taken slightly aback by its sheer size - thicker and longer than you’d expected the first time you’d slept with him, but even now at the thousandth time seeing it, you found yourself wearing the same proud yet intimidated smirk as you took in the sight of it. You licked your lips before taking your spot back on his lap. This time however, you sat back slightly, resting your body onto his thighs to tease him. 

Clark tutted before grabbing you by the hips and swiftly pulling you on top of his lap, thrusting his hardened cock into you. His hand gripped your hair, giving it a gentle tug to bring your gaze on to him. You let out a soft gasp, caught off guard by Clark’s sudden dominance. You loved when he took charge, but it happened so infrequently that when it did occur, you were always surprised. Clark was typically, very much an equality champion when it came to sex - you both had the same level of control and say in everything, which you did appreciate, most of the time. He smirked at the sound of your gasp, leaning in to whisper into your ear, his cock remaining inside you, though his hips refusing to move an inch for you.

“You wanted to keep my cock warm for me? That’s sweet of you, honey,” He teased, his voice rasping at you as he spoke. 

“Clark, baby,” you whined, grinding your hips into his as you tried to urge him to thrust again, “Need you.”

“Need me to do what, sweetheart?” He grunted, trying to resist the urge to thrust into you, wanting to tease you a little longer. “Need you to fuck me, please?” You begged, nodding your head. Clark gave you a devilish smile as he began bucking his hips upwards into your core, his hands holding you in place by your hips as he fucked into you. You began melting into his touch, your thighs quivering as you felt him thrusting into you harder and faster with each movement. Your hands found their way onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you steadied yourself. You felt Clark growl your name into your ear before taking your earlobe between his teeth and giving it a gentle tug.

“You like feeling me fill you up, don’t you baby?” 

A loud whine escaped your lips as you bounced up and down on Clark’s cock, feeling your muscles tense up and tighten around him. Clark let out a strangled moan, saying your name as if it was a spoken prayer, worshipping your every feature, every movement as you brought him closer and closer to the edge.

“Taking me so well, honey, being such a good girl, taking all of me.”

You threw your head back as you felt him thrust harder into your spot, making you see stars with every move he made, his movements becoming less calculated, less reformed, his hips stuttering as he hit his orgasm. Your muscles gripped his cock tightly, clenching onto him as he filled you, your own orgasm following suit. As you rode it out, you felt Clark give a few slow thrusts of his hips forwards. You stood up on trembling legs, feeling everything Clark had just given you drip down your leg. He smirked up at you from his seat on the couch, dragging his finger through it before shoving two thick fingers back inside of your throbbing pussy. You let out a loud, almost pornographic sounding moan as he fucked his fingers into you.

“You like that, honey? Like when I push it back into that sweet pussy of yours?” He teased before pulling his hand away.

A trembling, quivering mess, you took your seat beside Clark back, sitting down on the couch. Clark gave you a lopsided smile as he turned to face you, nodding his head. 

“I’m less stressed out now, if that was your whole plan,” he said matter-of-factly.

“How did you know?” 

“Baby, did you forget I’m a journalist? I have sources,” he grinned, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.

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[xoxo-mylove]

Doubts and Talks

(Bruce Wayne x Reader, Batmom!Reader x Dick Grayson)

*EDITED*

Word count: 3,322

Synopsis: Dick Grayson loves it here at the manor. His new mom and dad always make him happy and his new mom always gives him snuggles, but what happens when he lets the words and opinions of others jeopardize his happiness.

Warnings: Angst, Lots of angst, self-doubt, self insecurities, fake friendships, MAJOR bruce and Dick fluff to make up for the angst lol

(*A/N:  Sorry for the late update its been sooooooo long, This story took me forever to complete because while I was first writing it i was in love with the plot and I had so many ideas but halfway through I was so discouraged in my writing and gave up. I came back to the story tweaking it and while editing it I came up with more ideas and knew even if I didn't like how I wrote the story I wanted to post more Batmom!reader again. So bare with me with the shitty writing lol I hope you guys like it <3  but I want to write more of Al Ghul!reader one-shots so leave ideas in the asks please :)))) btw more stuff will be added in the master lists!! Coming soon ya’ll promise <3) if some don’t know this story is inspired by a piece of fan art i posted! Unfortunately i dont know the artist but please, please, please if any of you do please msg me and let me know so i could leave credits ;))

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Dick Grayson was the happiest boy alive. He thinks it’s because of all the cookies he gets from Alfred.....Oh! Oh! AND AND all the snuggles he gets from his new mom and dad.

His new Mom and Dad. It was hard for him to call you and Bruce that but, you both made him feel better with your words and love you showed to him. He remembers when he called you mom for the first time, he remembers the look on your face and the bad feeling in his tummy when he felt happy about giving you that title.

But he also remembers running away and hiding from you. Becoming so consumed of guilt and crying for hours in his room. You ran after him after a while and told him all the things that made him feel better. 

“Calling me your mom dickie does not mean you're forgetting your mother. I know I didn’t personally know Mary honey, but I know that she was an extraordinary woman.” 

“You want to know why?” 

“why?” he remembers asking with pouting lips and teary eyes. “because she raised the most brave, smart, and most kindest boy I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. You don't understand how happy I am that you would ever call me mom, but I want you to know that there is nothing to feel guilty about or sad about, I know your mother would be happy that you’ve found people who care and love you as much as your father and she did. I love you baby.” 

He remembered feeling like a weight being lifted off his shoulders after your guy’s talk.

He didn't feel guilt consume his tummy when he called you mom anymore and that made him feel a lot better. He also remembers the first time he called Bruce dad, he never seen the man smile harder in his life! It was so COOL! Bruce even took him out for ice cream TWICE that week! You weren’t too happy about that though...... But disregarding that! Dick Grayson was a very very happy boy and it would take a lot to bring down his mood.

If only he knew what would happen when he went to school tomorrow.

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Dick was having such a good dream. Alfred was feeding him all his favorite foods and deserts and his Mom was telling him nothing! It was heaven. Just as he was about to eat into another chocolate cake he feels his body being stirred awake, and just like that, his own paradise was gone and he opened his eyes to see you. 

“Honey it’s time to wake up.” he heard you say. He groaned and turned over on his stomach hoping that if he ignores you you’ll let him stay home. 

Just as he was gonna throw his cover over his eyes he hears you yell “Oh no you don’t mister!” and tortures him with tickles.

 “No! ah ha No!” *giggle*

“MOM!! St-” *giggle* 

“OKAY OKAY!” you stop your onslaught attack on him and instead choose to sit on the ground by his bed and laugh at him watching him catch his breath. He lets out a deep sigh and turns on his side to see you looking at him with those eyes. He immediately wants to go back to sleep. “Time to get ready honey. School time!”

 “UGHHH I don't want toooo!” he looks up at you with a pouty lip and faking his obviously phony tears “Can I please stay home mommy?” You let out a sigh and crouch down by his bed. Oh YEAH! It worked. 

He definitely didn’t think it would. 

“No.” he doesn't even have the chance to let out a gasp before his cover is being thrown off and he's in your arms in the air. He screaming and laughing, mostly complaining all the way down the stairs to kitchen where Alfred and Bruce are eating breakfast watching in amusement at his torture. 

You sit him down on the chair and kiss his cheek, even though he tries to dodge it and ruffle his hair. He watches you walk over to Dad and kiss his cheek and sit down digging into your breakfast.

Looking back in forth between the two of you and his dad he knew he couldn't let the topic of him staying home today go. He has to try ask Dad. He slowly gets off his chair and walks over to his chair. He notices his your eyes following him as he goes. “Dad” he looks at Bruce with that adorable face that he knows he has. You told him so. 

Bruce peers down at him over the newspaper “What’s up chum?” he puts down his newspaper and Dick knows he’s got him. “I want to stay home today.” 

“Oh yeah? Why's that?”

 “Well... If I stay home today then Alfred won’t have to pick me up from school, Instead Al could finally watch all his soaps on time!” 

“Master Dick!” ignoring Alfred’s embarrassed outburst “And I can keep mom company here so she isn't all alone while you got to work at WE” Dick knows his reasons are 110% reasonable, he knows his dad will say yes. The smug expression is clear on his face and it almost hurts Bruce to watch it fall almost.

 “No.”

 Dick swears he can hear an explosion going off five miles from here because WHAT! 

The shock is clear on his face because he hears his mom giggling. He whips his head towards you and gapes “MOM! stop laughing!” he can see your body shaking with laughter as you try to hide it. 

His attention is taken off of you when Bruce smooths his hair down and tilts his head towards him. “You can’t stay home bud.”

The world just ended he swears by it. 

“But why though?” he knows he’s being whiny but come on!

Bruce laughs at his obvious whiny tone and looks at you with a smile before turning back to face him. With a sympathetic look on his face he bends down to whisper something to Dick like he’s telling him a secret. 

“You know I would let you stay home if it wasn't for your mother” a cough interrupts their conversation and they both turn to see you glaring at Bruce with a blank expression on your face.

  Ahhh dad’s in trouble. Dad clears his throat and tries to smile at you and you just rolls your eyes and look at him. “And anyway hun I’m not going to be staying home today.” 

“Well, where are you going?” He asks confused, his mom almost never busy to hang out with him for entire day unless.......Oh. Oh, no, no, no!

“I’m going to work honey.” 

Dick knows the sadness on his face is evident because Bruce lays his hand on his back softly. “Yeah I'm having a meeting with the owners of the Gotham Theatre! They want me to help draw up some plans for a complete renovation. Doesn’t that sound exciting?”

You get really excited when you get these architect jobs (took me a while to learn how to say that word) 

You spend weeks drawing plans on that cool blue paper and creating sick model buildings on the computer in your study. Though he thinks it’s cool Dick doesn't really like when you get jobs because your always to busy to hangout with him, and between Dad going out all night for hours doing vigilante work (that he still won’t let me go out with him even though I know I'm ready!)

When you have a job you’re focused on Dick knows he won't see you for hours that day. 

“Sweetheart” You said sympathetically. You definitely noticed his face. You set your fork down on your plate and reached for his arms pulling him to your chest.

 “I know when I get jobs I get distracted with my work and trying to make it perfect but I promise you I'll manage my time better, okay?” Dick smiled at you because he knows that you’ll go through with it. “And all of us are going to a Gala this evening so I'll pick you up from school. Okay?” Dick could feel Dad’s eye roll from here. He hates those things, Dick particularly doesn't mind them! Especially because you like to brag about him and cmon, who doesn't love that! 

“Now that's over, I think someone needs to brush their teeth” you with a smile.

 You’re right Dick thinks.

 “Yeah Dad I wasn’t going to say anything but...” The loud giggles you two shared at Bruce’s annoyed face had Dick smiling the whole breakfast.

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Driving to school with Alfred is always one of the best parts of Dick’s morning. He has this thing where he knows once he starts talking he can't really stop and he loves when Alfred gives him those small but big worded answers in his British accent.

It really just eggs him on.

 “I mean I definitely don’t mind being Sasha’s friend and everything, but one of my bestest friends; Micheal doesn't like Sasha and I don't want him to be mad when he sees me hanging out with her at lunch.” he explains to Alfred.

“Sounds like you have yourself stuck in a difficult position Master Dick”

 “I know, it’s so exhausting” It really is.

“Oh yes, very strenuous work you endure.” 

“Totally Al.” Dick definitely doesn't know what strenuous means, he’ll ask you about it later. 

Pulling up to school Dick sees his friends Micheal and Sean waiting for him by the entrance. “Goodbye Master Dick I wish you a good day.” Running out of the car and runing to his friends. Dick stops and quickly runs back to the car and peaks his head back in, “Bye Al! have a good day!” and closes it. 

Running up to his friends he can't help but notice them whispering to themselves while laughing. Though once Dick comes into view, they hurriedly stop whispering into each others ears. That uncomfortable feeling in his stomach starts brewing. “Hey! Guys what’s up?” he asks smiling.

 “Hey, Dick we were just talking about the Gala.... our parents have us going to tonight” his friend Sean says.

“Oh yeah, my mom was talking to me about it today.” 

“Oh your mom huh?” snickers broke out between the two of them.

Whats so funny? 

 “yeah my mom.” he says while staring Micheal. It seems like their staring contest with each other had gone on too long because Sean mentions class starting soon.

Walking into school with his friends was definitely awkward. They finally made it to Mrs. Ortiz’s classroom and sit down in their seats. Dick has never been more grateful for assigned seating more than today, he definitely didn't want to be by either of them at that moment.

Mrs. Ortiz’s insistent need to call role everyday is annoying but whatever, it’s her class. “Shayla Valdez?”

“Here!”

“Richard John Wayne?”

“Here!”

Once Dick brings down his hand he hear puffs of laughter and snickers breaking out behind him. Swiveling his head around to see Micheal and Sean whispering with another group of boys while looking at him.

 Dick feels his jaw clench and his skin grow hot. Turning his head back to the front he tries to get through the class while fuming in his seat. He definitely should of stayed home.

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While walking down the hall to his next period Dick overhears Michael and Sean talking behind the corner with some other kid from his class. Slowing down his speed Dick hides behind the corner and decides to listen to their conversation 

“He should feel grateful!” He hears Michael speak with a nasty tone.

 “What do you mean grateful Mike?” A voice he recognizes as Bryan speaks 

“Living with Bruce and Y/N Wayne! You idiots, gods I feel bad for them. Taking in that charity case.”

 Charity case? Dick felt his stomach drop.

No, no, no, you and Bruce didn’t adopt him because they felt bad. They didn't adopt him out of pity. Right?

 Dick didn’t have much time to think about it before his friends started speaking again. “My mom was telling me that the only reason they adopted Dick was for the publicity. Oh woah me! My parents died, I need a new home! Please take care of me! The press eats it up and obviously Mr and Mrs. Wayne just use him because-” Dick didn't stick around for the rest. Feeling a stinging in his eyes. 

Stop crying!

 Stop being a baby!

He kept telling himself. Trying to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat. Dick could hear their laughs echoing of the hallways as he made his way quickly into his next class the long way, anything to avoid passing by them.

He just wanted go home.

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Once school ended Dick was sitting down on the bench waiting for you and he can't help but let the words of his friends consume his mind while waiting for you to show up.

Am I a charity case? A publicity stunt? I mean it would make sense. A rich couple taking in a sad little orphan. Probably got them a lot of praise from the public. No, no, Dick, Y/N and Bruce are your Mom and Dad.

They love you and they don't feel that way.

They don't.

 Unfortunately the feeling in his stomach didn't go away. The hurtful words from his friends earlier definitely affected his mood. So much so that when he saw your car come to view he couldn't help but feel sad all over again. It can't be all fake. Can it? 

Getting into the car you definitely noticed something was wrong. “Hi baby! How was school?” you happily asked, turning your body around to see him. 

Dick tried to smile he really did. “It was good mom”

 He saw the concern in your eyes start to build quickly at his unusual answer. The question you always asked when you pick him up always sent Dick into a long rant about everything he did at school, all the things he learned, and who he talked too. Yeah, Dick didn't know how he was going to get away with this.

 It was your favorite part of your day-listening to him talk about his. Then later at dinner when Dick told Bruce all about his day. So when he didn't go on his normal but adorable recount of his day, you could say you were instantly worried.

“You alright honey?” you ask hoping for a truthful answer this time.

 “Im fine..Y/N” You know the shock was clear on your face and instant glaze clouding your eyes was obvious. Taking in a deep breath you silently nodded and drove the both of you home.

Dick knew he messed up when he called you Y/N instead of mom, its just if it was all fake you obviously wouldn't mind. He kept telling himself but a small part of him in that moment wanted to hurt you. 

But the look on your face when he called you Y/N instead of mom would be something that would stay with him forever.

The way your face completely turned expressionless and you just nodded at him. Not yelled, or cried. You just nodded. Like it hurt too much to say anything. Dick just sat silently the entire ride home, fighting back tears and feeling the guilt almost swallow him whole.

 Once you stopped the car and he saw you let out a sigh. And look up at him in your rearview, he bolted. Running out the car and towards the manor he headed straight to his room, ignoring your calls for him to come back.

He ran past Bruce, barley hearing him ask what was wrong.

Running up the stairs and slamming the door Dick flopped on his bed and cried. Cried because he was hurting and crying because he knew he hurt his mom. 

Dick doesn't know how long he was crying for, hours? or merely minutes. But it felt like he was there in his room sobbing for a long time. 

A knock at his door stops the thoughts running wild and knew for a fact it wasn’t you. That thought alone hurt him.

 You always knock twice and then Dick always answers. No, it wasn't you behind that door. Further proving he hurt your feelings so bad that you didn't even want to see him. 

He’s the worst kid ever. 

“Dick? Can I come in?” 

Bruce? 

Oh no, Bruce was probably angry at him. Bruce is always angry at anybody who upsets you, he's seen it with crazy reporters to mean rich women at galas. The way he uses his batman stance and scary stare, Dick doesn't want him look at him like that. he doesn't think he can handle it. But he cant just leave him outside his door. He doesn't want another one of his parents to be sad because of him. 

“Yeah...you could come in” he says in a small voice.

The door opens and he sees Bruce’s head pop in catching his eyes. Dick feels like his heart is going to beat out of his chest because of how nervous he is.

Approaching his bed Dick could see Bruce is nervous. Not as nervous as him but nervous.

It seems like Bruce could sense his unease because he gives Dick a gentle smile and and brings him into a hug.

Dick could feel the tension leave his shoulders and the nerves leave his body as he slumps into Bruce’s arms. He feels an instant set of tears building up and lets them trail silently down his cheeks.

 It’s like Bruce already knew what crisis was going through his mind moments before “The reason your mom isn’t in here isn't because she's mad, okay? We want you to know that.” 

Dick just nods into Bruces arms, hoping that's enough of an answer for him.

“We just want to know whats wrong? Can you tell me?” Bruce asks concerned.

 Dick feels like those are such loaded questions. Can you tell me? Whats wrong? What does Dick even say? He’s sad because he heard his friends talk about how you and Bruce just use him as a publicity stunt and you don't really love him and he can't help but believe it? Yeah, that makes total sense. Bruce would probably just think he’s a crybaby. Or even worse, it be true and he can’t even give Dick any reassurance. 

Yeah, so much worse.

 His silence to Bruces question must have gone on too long because he feels himself being taken out of the embrace and sees Bruce kneeling on the ground in-front of him. Looking up at him with no more nervousness as before but a determined a gentle face. A face that Dick knows means Bruce is going to stay here until Dick tells him whats wrong. “Whats wrong Dick? I know your mother is usually the one that consoles but if anything, you could always talk to me.” 

Maybe it’s the fact that Dick has stopped his crying, but he decides to tell Bruce what happened.

Clearing his throat trying to speak without the obvious sadness peeking through,”Today at school I heard some of my......friends talking” he says peering up at Bruce’s face.

He nods at Dick asking him to continue.”They.....they were saying that the reason you and Y/N adopted me was because—” 

“because what chum?”

“because of publicity.”

They could hear a pin drop because of the sudden silence that spread between them. Bruce look like a fish out of water, opening and closing his mouth trying to think of something to say. It made Dick nervous because what if it was actually true and Dick caught him in the act?

No, he couldn't handle that being the truth. He needs Bruce to tell him that's not it.

Bruce has finally regained his ability to speak back because he softly but firmly grabs Dick’s face in his hands and looks him in the eye.

“I have never. Ever had the intention of adopting you because of the good publicity it may have received Dick. Your mother and I never adopted you or chose to take you in out of pity, good publicity, or charity. We adopted you because I knew what it was like.”

Dick is crying now and can feel them trailing down his cheeks. The relief he feels is all consuming. He almost hits himself out of anger for even thinking it was true. Thinking that you and Bruce could EVER do that to him or be that kind of people.

“You knew what is was like?”

Bruce smiles at him wiping the tears of his face, “The pain of loosing your parents is something we have in common kid. I adopted you because I knew what you needed. I knew the path you would have taken if Y/N or me weren't there. You would’ve ended up like me. I need you to understand that it wasn't out of pity or charity. Y/N and I love you. We love you so much. Your mother will tell you the same thing when you tell her what’s wrong. Okay?”

Dicks almost inconsolable at this point nods his head and smiles, before he feels guilt. Guilt for assuming and possibly insulting Bruce and you. And before he can even open his mouth to give an apology, Bruce just shakes his head and whispers it’s all right. Rubbing his back he whispers you have nothing to apologize for to me. Okay?

They spend the rest of the afternoon there, just sitting in each others presence. All the talking and explanations have been done and finished with and now they were just sitting together feeling each others comfort.

Dick knows he’ll have to speak to you soon and apologize for running out the car leaving you sad. But for right now he feels content with Bruce’s words and knows that he has nothing to be scared of. Because you and Bruce are his Mom and Dad. 

Nothing will ever change that. Especially not some immature, jealous, fake friendly rich boys. Dick really needs to find some new friends once he gets back to school. 

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Hopefully Sasha!?

AHHHHHHH I hope you all enjoyed!!! i’m so glad i finally got this story out, it feels like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders <3 love you all lots!! Feedback is appreciated!

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[sweetlilbambi]

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[dorkofclanlavellan]

Superman & The Lone Wolf

Notes: My goal is to make the reader character (who will be called Lone Wolf instead of y/n) as neutral and ambiguous as possible. If I mess up and use any descriptors etc please let me know so I can fix it. Pairing(s): Clark Kent/Superman (Cavill) x gn!werewolf!reader, mentions of Clark x Lois Warning(s): Werewolves (not compliant to werewolves in DC canon and based on my own version of werewolves), kind of long

Superman was a few miles outside of Metropolis, returning from chasing down some bank robbers and handing them over to the police. He made sure to check below him occasionally while he flew towards the city.

He was eager to go see Lois, maybe he could make it up to her for being late for dinner. He knew she was getting frustrated that all of their dates were either getting canceled or cut short but she was trying to be understanding that he had obligations as Superman.

Suddenly he noticed a flash of white moving impossibly fast towards the city. Deciding to investigate, Clark landed in a patch of trees, hoping the delay wouldn't take too long. But those hopes were forgotten as he realized what exactly he was looking at.

A wolf. A very big wolf. It was just standing there now, staring at him with wide eyes. Ears and tail held high and straight and even the wolf's legs were rigid. But it wasn't the defensive stance or even the size of the wolf that caught Clark's attention. This wolf looked like none he'd ever seen.

On top of being at least 3' tall, the wolf was almost entirely white with the exception of its ears which were a silver shade. And its eyes, eyes that Clark could hardly look away from, were red. Whether they were actually glowing or just appeared that way in the moonlight he wasn't sure.

Clark snapped out of his daze and took a deliberate step towards the wolf. This movement was met with a low, warning growl.

"Easy now. I trust you don't mean any trouble to the city or the people who live there. As long as that is the case, you've nothing to worry about from me." He said, one hand held out to show he was no threat to the wolf so long as they did not attack.

The way the wolf shook its head to indicate it had no intention of hurting anyone, let Clark know that there was, in fact, a person behind those startling red eyes. The wolf cautiously stepped forward and sniffed Clark's hand, bumping it once with its head before turning and fleeing. Again it moved at a speed that he knew was impossible for a regular wolf.

Clark decided to give them a moment so they could shift back to their human form without running the risk of him seeing. He would respect their right to their secret identity, as he protects his own so fiercely.

'Well at least I'll have an interesting story to tell Lois.' Clark thought to himself, taking back to the air after a few minutes.

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1 month later

"I still can't believe you sniffed Superman's hand!" Fiona, Lone Wolf's best friend, giggled while they busily prepared their catering office for the interview they had later.

"It's been a month, Fi! You've been saying that every day since." Lone Wolf responded in mock exasperation.

A month. They had been in Metropolis for over six months but their catering business has only been open for four weeks exactly. They were also a food reviewer, which they had been doing for years now. But their dream had always been catering so when they went into the business with their best friend they merely laughed and rolled their eyes at all the Phoebe and Monica jokes Fiona made.

"Well, yeah! You sniffed Superman!" Fiona retorted. "I mean he literally just saved the world from an invasion of his own people almost 2 months ago!"

"Can we please focus on making sure everything is perfect before the reporter from the Daily Planet gets here?" Lone Wolf huffed, fighting back a grin at Fiona's excitement. "And after they leave we still have to send a menu for approval to the Edmonstone wedding, a follow-up with the Chrichtons and I need to edit and post my review of that bakery in Gotham. Not to mention stocking up for the full moon in a couple of days."

"Who do you think they're going to send for the interview anyway?" Fiona asked, waving away the list of tasks. "I hope it's Lois Lane! She's absolutely gorgeous...I'd probably pass out. Or ask her to marry me as soon as I see her, like a psycho."

"You are psycho, Fi." Lone Wolf teased, rolling their eyes when Fiona stuck her tongue out at them. "Besides, I doubt the Daily Planet would send someone like Lois Lane to interview a new catering business."

"Oh, please! We've been open for a month and business has been booming! We already have a waiting list for crying out loud. People love your food, plus your review blog has made you kind of famous."

"Business is doing so well because your godfather, the mayor, hired us and has been referring us to everyone. And it's February." Lone Wolf countered. Before Fiona could argue, they heard the chime from the entrance, letting them know someone had come in.

"Hi, I'm from the Daily Planet. I'm here for an interview. My name is Clark Kent." Lone Wolf set the sample plate down on the table and turned to face the voice. As they did a familiar smell struck them.

Lone Wolf fought to maintain composure as they went to shake hands with the reporter. Discreetly taking in his scent again, confirmed to Lone Wolf what most of the world did not know.

Clark Kent is Superman.

#clark kent #cavill superman #Lone Wolf series #clark kent x reader #superman x reader #clark kent x gn reader #superman x gn reader #dceu fic #superman fic

[rick-rayson]

Black Adam - SFW Alphabet

WARNINGS: BE ADVISED, DEFINITE SPOILERS FOR THE BLACK ADAM MOVIE.

A/N: Reader's gender is assumed neutral :> (credit for the SFW prompt goes to Jschqtt right here on Tumblr!)

Teth-Adam:

A: Affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show they care?)

Teth-Adam is very reserved and as a result he chooses to show his affection in more subtle ways towards his partner. For one he'll try to do anything you ask of him, keyword try. He'll give you anything you could want around the world even if it causes him the slightest altercation. Because in his head, anything you want you will have.

He's definitely someone you have to pay attention to if you want to see his affectionate side.

B: Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

If you're in a relationship with Teth-Adam then you have to be one patient bastard, and for that it would mean more to him than you could ever know. He admires the more shy, quiet people, but ones who aren't afraid to be themselves and speak their mind.

Also if you're unafraid to step up to him despite his immense power, then.. you definitely have his attention.

C: Cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

Teth-Adam is unfamiliar with the terminology, he simply just chooses to call it love and leave it at that. He adores it though, something about cuddling makes him feel at peace in a world he's still getting used to. It makes him feel like he belongs.

He's a light cuddler though, simply pressed to your body with a strong hand pressed against your stomach, cuddling with Teth-Adam feels like protection, it feels like peace.

D: Domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they with cooking and cleaning?)

Uh.

Teth-Adam has immense knowledge perhaps but no practical application to back it up. He cannot cook to save himself but I do believe he could learn if his partner wanted him to.

And with cleaning... Uh.

Like Cyclone, he tries to... Contain his messes. For you. You just have to uhh... Help him a little.

E: Ending (if they had to break up with their s/o, how would they do it?)

A part of Teth-Adam feels as though he doesn't deserve the relationship he has with you, so if he does break up with you it'd be along with that reasoning.

He tries to let you down gently and to his credit he is nothing if not considerate with how he gives you this news, he's honest and truthful the entire way.

F: Fiancé (how do they feel about commitment? how fast do they want to get married?)

He is definitely not in any rush to marry because he just has so much to get used to culturally, and just... In general. If you bring up the question he'll decline but it's not because he doesn't want to take that step, he just thinks he has many more to take before that one.

He definitely still thinks about his son and his wife back then and how they were killed. And he doesn't want you to befall the same fate as them.

G: Gentle (how gentle are they? physically and emotionally)

No matter who you are or how strong you are Teth-Adam will always feel the need to treat you like glass, he has power that rivals gods, he HAS to be gentle.

Emotionally speaking he is pretty bad at it at first, he's blunt and to the point and it can hurt. He's a bit rough around the edges.

H: Hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it, and what are they like?)

Although his hugs are seldom, whenever Teth-Adam hugs you it makes him seem so... Peaceful. As if his hands were made to hold you, and nothing else. As if that's all his body needs to do,

entwine with yours.

I: I love you (how fast would they say ‘i love you’?)

I can imagine it'd take him a rather long time to say the three words, and that's not because he doesn't want to, it's simply that his words are generally very affectionate and meaningful already that he kind of just forgot he could say the three words?

He knows he can say he loves you, but he'd rather be a bit poetic with his words, "I love you" isn't enough for him.

J: Jealousy (how jealous do they get? how do they act when they’re jealous?)

If you're in a relationship with him then that means he already trusts you an immense amount and so he rarely has a jealous streak. In the case that he does and he sees someone flirting with you or making advances, he isn't afraid to throw them to Antarctica if he has to.

He'd stare daggers into someone if he was jealous, but because of you he wouldn't take aggressive action unless absolutely necessary.

K: Kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they kiss their s/o, and where do they like to be kissed?)

Your neck and your shoulders, he's obsessed, there isn't a day where he doesn't want to just cancel everything and kiss down your neck and end at your shoulders. His kisses catch you by surprise but they're very pleasant.

For him, he just absolutely adores his cheek being kissed or his lips.

L: Little ones (how are they around kids? do they want kids?)

He's... Not the worst with kids but definitely far from the best. After the death of his son and making it to the modern world he's been rather guarded by kids. But without thinking he's absolutely prepared to protect them.

I don't imagine he wants kids.

M: Mornings (how are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are spent with his heavy body seeking your warmth in the much too soft bedding the two of you usually wake up on.

Mornings are spent lazily eating in silence. Mornings are spent with Teth-Adam floating with you across dandelions and cityscapes.

Mornings with Teth-Adam are ones for the books.

N: Nights (how are nights spent with them?)

Stargazing and deep conversations, him carrying you no matter what and flying you over the city lights. Nights with him are ones that follow you to your dreams.

O: Open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

If you're in a relationship with him already that means he trusts you above anyone else alive. So he'd actually be quite open with you about himself, but it'd be a gradual vulnerability.

P: Patience (how easily do they get angry?)

I'd say he gets annoyed more than he actually gets angry. If it's you he can calm himself down rather quickly but for others it's a whole 'nother story.

Q: Quizzes (how much do they remember about their s/o? do they remember every detail, or do they forget everything?)

He remembers everything. The way you shift in your sleep against him, the way your eyes open and pupils dilate at the sight of him. He remembers everything about you and commits you to his memory.

R: Romantic (how romantic are they? do they go all out for dates, or do they prefer staying home?)

He doesn't mind staying home or going out, as long as it's with you he's content. Just from how he treats you is rather romantic, but a little awkward. Dates are rather simple with him, but they're so meaningful in their own way.

S: Security (how protective are they? how would they protect their s/o?)

Oh gosh. Do I even need to say? You're everything, if he has to protect you from buildings, bullets, missiles or planetary devastation he is going to do so without a second thought.

T: Try (how much effort would they put in? like dates and gifts?)

He'll get you whatever you want however he can, what you want will be yours and he doesn't care if he has to fight an army to get it for you.

U: Ugly (what are some bad habits of theirs?)

He tends to get stuck in his own head and prefers to do things alone, as a result communication is very hard for him as he does it very little sometimes.

And his sheer power and immediately aggressive inclination is definitely a hurdle.

V: Vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

He does NOT care.

W: Whole (would they feel incomplete without their s/o?)

He feels so deeply that I think without you he would be lost, aimless. Resorting to his dreams in hopes of seeing you there.

X: Xtra (what’s a random hc for them?)

He REALLY loves dogs.

Y: Yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, in general?)

Bugs. Hates them.

Z: Zzz (do they snore? sleep talk? sleep walk?)

He's so quiet you'd honestly be a bit worried, unsure if he's even breathing. He does jitter a bit in his sleep though.

#dc comics #black adam x reader #black adam #black adam x female reader #black adam x male reader #black adam x gender neutral reader #black adam x you #black adam x y/n #dceu films #dceu x reader #dceu fic #dc x reader #dc x y/n #dc x you #dcu

[tinythebunni]

Nightwing x Crybaby reader

Babydoll

A High school AU

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The first time Dick saw you, is a faded memory only he will remember. It was a Thursday, the sun was shining in the west and it was partly cloudy.

You, the embodiment of innocence, were wearing a ruffle tiered white skirt, a pink top with strawberry shortcake on it, and impossibly white knee high socks. You had your hair in half up half down pigtails.

His own personal dream. His own personal heaven. His own personal angel to corrupt. God he needed you badly.

The first time you guys spoke, you initiated the conversation. Two months after Dick first saw you.

“Hi, I’m y/n! I noticed you taking pictures around the school, and I was hoping I could see some?” Your voice was angelic. Slightly raspy, but still so heavenly.

But you could never see his camera. What you didn’t know, was that Dick had been taking perverted pictures of you. Pictures of your skirt flying up during cheer practice, your lips around a red sucker, and some of you sleeping.

Not sleeping in class, no that’s too obvious. Pictures of you sleeping in your bed, at your house. Dick takes advantage of his Nightwing “powers” often, usually for mundane things like walking around the city. But he’s been using them for, extracurricular activities too.

Like climbing to the wall of your house to watch you sleep. Using his agility to open your window and climb inside. Using his stealth to take pictures of you sleeping, pictures up your nightgown, pictures of you laying in your bed, helpless and innocent.

You could never, ever see his camera.

“I’m really sorry but my pictures are private. Each one has significance to me” bullshit. He just didn’t want you to see pictures of your underwear covered in his cum.

“Oh no that’s okay! Sorry for bothering you. I’m just gonna go…” You said pointing to the field behind you. But Dick stopped you once again.

You were finally talking to him, he couldn’t let this opportunity pass him up. “But, if you want, I could take some pictures of you?”

The way he said it sent butterflies down your stomach and up your spine. You’ve never felt like that before. “Y-yea sure! I, um, do you need a certain pose?” You stuttered, hand behind your head, nervous.

God you looked so pathetic right now. “No, just act nonchalant.” He was so demanding. You kinda liked it.

He took 36 photos in total. 27 for you, and 9 for him. 9 photos of you off guard. Where you didn’t know he was watching you. So oblivious to his intentions.

“So how do you want these photos to look like?” Dick asked. He didn’t even know if you liked the photos. You just stared up at him.

“I mean, I could always give you my number?”

Holy shit. Holy shit. You wanted to give him your number. Just for some pictures? No way.

“Seems like you had secret intentions from the start, angel.” Dick said, sliding you his phone.

Angel. Angel. The word, repeating in your head. It had just slipped out, but god it made you wet. You felt hot, you needed him. So you would have him.

You dazily typed in your number and said bye. As you walked away, you tripped over a rock in your hazy state. Dick, being Night-Wing and all, caught you before you could hit the ground.

You stared up at him as he grabbed your arm. You felt small, tiny even. Helpless, pathetic, like he could toss you around. This man was perfect for you. The embodiment of sin.

“Be careful there, wouldn’t want you to mess up your pretty socks.” Dick spoke, walking away with his camera after making sure you were okay.

You were soaked. Dick was hard. There were 10 minutes left for lunch. You had needs, Dick had needs. (You can pretty much guess what happened.)

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The next time you spoke to Dick, was during 9th period on a Friday. It was AP History, you had a substitute today. All you were doing was watching a movie while the substitute typed on his phone.

Connor Kent was having a party tonight. You, of course, had been invited. You’d only been invited because Connor wanted to get in your pants, but you didn’t know that. Oh how oblivious you were…

Dick sat a row in front of you, one desk over to the right. He had his head down, left cheek on his left arm. You had been trying to get his attention with paper balls.

Dick knew this, of course he did. He’d noticed it a while ago, he just wanted to see you fail and have to get his attention verbally.

Eventually, you gave up. You reached forward, your skirt lifting up just slightly, and tapped his shoulder. Dick turned around just slightly, so that he could look at you. You were blushing hard, for a reason he couldn’t figure out. But he could guess.

You were blushing because of how he looked right now. Absolutely sinful, eyes dark and predatory. He always looked at you like that, you’d noticed. His lips spread in a slight smirk, hair awry. He looked so pretty.

“Um, i um…” god you were stuttering like an idiot. “Come on bunny. it’s okay, just try again.” Dick said. You blushed even harder, his voice was so deep and raspy.

“I just wanted to know if you’re going to Connor’s party tonight?” Connor’s party. The only boy who he despised out of the entire highschool. He had been invited, yes. But he didn’t want to go. Parties weren’t his thing.

But for you, they would be. “Yea, I didn’t plan on it but I might show up now.” Oh. Oh. What did that mean exactly. Was he planning on seeing someone? Did he have a crush already? Your heart chipped in that moment.

“And why’s that exactly?” You truly truly hoped you were wrong. You’d just found the perfect boy, and he already had a girl.

“The girl I wanna see is going. I’d have nothing to do when she’s not there.” Oh my god. This was your last straw. You wanted to cry.

“And what’s this girls name?” You needed to find out who this bitch was. You swore to God that you’d kill her. You would-

“Angel.” Oh. Angel. Angel. It was you. You were the girl. Your cheeks heated up, so much so that it was evident on your face. Your eyebrows scrunched just enough to make you look beautifully confused. Your leg, that had been bouncing for the last few minutes, stopped. You were content.

“Now let’s go back to watching the movie, angel. Wouldn’t want you to lose any valuable knowledge because of me.”

You still wanted to talk to him. “But I wanna talk to you, this movie is so boring!”

“Be a good girl and listen, why don’t ya? Behave and you’ll be happy you did.”

Yes sir. Don’t gotta tell me twice. You thought to yourself. Turning around, you tried to focus on the movie, yet your mind was busy thinking about Dick. You needed him bad, every part of him.

#nightwing smut #nightwing imagine #au #nightwing lemon #nightwing #dick grayson smut #dick grayson imagine #perv!dick grayson #stalker!dick grayson #dceu fic #dc #batman #dick grayson

[tiannasfanfic]

Catharsis: Chapter 1

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

Word Count: 2,481

Description: Based on true events, a reader insert story. An abusive relationship has finally ended for reader, but the ex soon turns into a stalker. While you're trying to deal with it on your own, your coworkers can tell something is up.

Author Note: We’re all still sick with this blasted cold, so my longer fics are on hold for a bit longer until I can think straight again. However, two days ago while I was feverish and high, I wrote the start of a shorter fic. I’m thinking it’ll only be a few chapters. Though, of all the autobiographical stuff I could’ve written about, I don’t know why it was this period suddenly screamed out at me for a story. It felt good getting it out though.

CW: All chapters will possibly touch on some of the mental and emotion abuse reader went through, plus deal with the type of PTSD leftover. Please read at your own discretion.

Chapter 1: (Crossposted to AO3)

The breakup had been a bad one. To be fair, the whole relationship had been a bad one, but you were still in the process of seeing that. Bits and pieces had filtered through your rose-colored glasses over the four years you were with your ex. But that last six months though really brought a lot out into the light.

While it never got physical, that didn’t matter. Emotional and mental abuse was just as bad. Unseen scars were still scars.

You started working for the group out of Henenlotter Video about a year ago. You hadn’t wanted to get a new job, liking the call center position you had, but at that point, your ex wasn’t working and spent all the money you made on useless stuff, not bills. You had been going into debt fast, so a higher paying job at that point was the only option until you could figure something. You were still thinking then that he was just having bad luck finding work, not that he just wasn’t looking, which was the reality of the situation. So, you got yourself a new, better paying job as a data analyst.

Only to find out data analyzing was only a small part of the job. You still didn’t really know why you had gotten hired for this. The whole thing was out of your depth. While you were pretty good at data entry, you weren’t even doing that most of the time. That was fine with you, it was all very exciting and interesting, and you felt like you were living in a sci-fi action movie some days. Since your ex never showed the slightest interest in your day, he never got to hear about all the cool stuff you got to do or about how much you liked your coworkers. You even came home with a black eye, and all scratched up once and he didn’t even bat an eye.

Your coworkers didn’t know you before your ex, so they had no idea what kind of person you were before he got his hooks in you. You had changed, though you didn’t really know how much yet. Those last six months though, they could tell something was wrong. You were quieter, a bit stand-off ish and very distracted. The two who really noticed was Emilia Harcourt and Leota Adebayo. While John Economos, Chris Smith and Adrian Chase did to varying degrees, they just passed it off as stress, your period, or whatever else they could think of that might have you cranky. But Emilia and Leota had a weird feeling about it all. They noticed your demeanor had changed with the guys, not with them. You stopped getting into playful arguments with Chris. You didn’t get up from your desk a dozen times a day to show silly memes to John anymore. Adrian’s bizarre comments which usually made you laugh (and only you most of the time) barely got a smile. And Harcourt definitely noticed how you tensed up anytime one of them would raise their voice and how you would force yourself to relax afterwards.

Then came the breakup. With as little interest as your ex showed in you or anything you did, breaking up should have been a cinch, right? Obviously, he doesn’t care about you to care about staying with you, right?

Wrong, as it turns out. So very wrong.

You discovered personally how when you start taking control back from an abuser, they completely lose their shit.

Your ex moved out one Saturday, and you told your coworkers that much, at least. But not that your ex always was lurking somewhere after that. Outside your townhouse, circling the parking lot of the complex; driving past your work; everywhere. He refused to give you his key until he got his stuff out but was also refusing to set a time to come do it, wanting the leeway to still come and go as he pleased. About two weeks later, you woke up one night to find him standing in your bedroom, staring at you. You pretended to still be asleep, frozen in place. He walked out after a minute or two, then you heard him leave a few minutes later. It took you an hour before you could get out of bed. When you did, you went downstairs, pushed your recliner in front of the door, then curled up on the couch and sobbed for the rest of the night.

For the next week, you called out of work. You didn’t want to, but every time you walked out of your apartment, you would immediately get sick to your stomach and get hit with waves of panic attacks. You blamed it on a nasty case of food poisoning when you talked to Harcourt every morning, but it wasn’t that at all.

Agoraphobia was an anxiety disorder that ran in your family. While you had dealt with it a few times in your life already, it had never been this bad. Never to the point you couldn’t leave your house at all. But having a stalker with free access to your house will do that to you. Since his name was still on the lease, you didn’t think you could change the locks. You really didn’t know what you could or couldn’t do at this point, or even what you should do. Your brain still hadn’t fully wrapped around the fact you were the victim in this and were still actively being abused. Hell, you were already hearing from friends how your ex was already going around saying HE was being abused by YOU. That was a kick in the balls, to put it mildly. You ended up sleeping on the couch every night with your recliner in front of the door. Sleeping consisted of one hour cat naps, if you were lucky. You woke up with every little sound from outside. Hearing a car door would instantly set you off into another panic attack.

That Friday, sometime around 11am, you were trying to get a nap on the couch. You had just started dosing when not one, but two car doors shutting right outside your home instantly jarred you awake. The panic attack started rising up but considering Chris and Adrian couldn’t go anywhere without being noisy as all hell, you quickly figured out who was outside. They were having a rousing debate about the flavors of Gatorade, even going as far as to stop right outside your door and argue for a few minutes about what flavors the two of them would be if they were Gatorade instead of people before they finally knocked. That was fine, it gave you time to calm down and center yourself as best you could. Which ended up being a lot, you realized with surprise, considering how much of a mess you had been lately. But, then again, you’d never had any reason to feel unsafe around these two.

Well.

Let’s rephrase that one, shall we?

You’ve been in plenty of unsafe situations with the two of them. A lot of the time, the situation was unsafe because of one of them, if not both. But they never, ever directly made you feel unsafe. Since you were still the newbie and had the least experience among the group, they were always the first to check on you after things went sideways. Technically, it was always Adrian checking on you first, but Chris always made it clear he was happy you weren’t dead yet. Even Chris’ bullying never got to you, you usually found it amusing. He was trying to be better about it, though he did occasionally let some zingers slip. At the end of the day though, the small zingers were nothing compared to what you had been living with every day until recently.

“Hey, Harcourt called and yelled at us,” Chris explained as soon as you opened the door. “Said if we were going to be late, we might as well come by here to make sure you’re staying hydrated. And she’s right, you don’t want to get dehydrated, dude.”

You looked down and realized they were both holding four grocery bags each, plus a couple of six packs of Sprite.

“Oh, thank you,” you said, speechless, moving aside to let them in.

They headed for your kitchen.

The both of them had been inside your apartment before when you needed rides to work. All of your coworkers had. You ex also had a habit of running off with your car without warning, so this had been a frequent occurrence over the last year, and especially the last six months.

This was how Adrian immediately noticed your recliner was not where it was supposed to be as soon as he stepped inside. It was normally closer to the couch, sitting at angle facing towards your tv. The few times he’d been in your place before, it was always right there. That’s where he expected to see it. Now it was directly next to the front door, positioned where you couldn’t even see the tv from it. So that was definitely odd. But even odder was the indentations in the carpet in front of the door. You hadn’t bothered to try leaving your house since Wednesday morning, so you hadn’t moved it until Chris and Adrian got there. Two days was plenty of time for the weight of it to settle into the carpet. After that, his gaze swept the living room and kitchen on his way through. It was a bit messier than normal, with some trash that needed picking up and dishes that needed doing. While you definitely weren’t a neat freak, you had your own mode of controlled chaos that made sense to you. This was going a little bit beyond that.

“Did you need some help around the house?” Adrian asked, setting the bags on the kitchen table.

“That’s okay, I’ll get it in a day or two,” you said. “I just haven’t had the energy to clean this week with my stomach being goofy. But thanks!”

Adrian nodded, noting this was more than a week’s worth of mess, but elected not to say anything. He pointed at your overflowing trash can. “I’m at least taking that out though.”

A surge of relief washed over you. Even the idea of taking the trash out to the dumpster made you sick to your stomach.

“Sounds good!” you said, laughing tiredly.

While Adrian collected the trash bag and took it out, Chris began unloading the bags they brought.

“We got you water, Gatorade and Sprite,” he said. “Go easy on the Spite. Even though it’s caffeine free, the sugar isn’t good for you with you being sick, but it might help settle your stomach while you’re eating.”

There was now a rainbow assortment of bottles on your kitchen table. Most of what they brought was Gatorade. Over a dozen bottles of it, at least.

“That’s a lot of Gatorade,” you said. “I think you stocked me up for the next year.”

“We didn’t know what flavor you liked,” Adrian said as he came back in from the trash run. “So, we got you one of each.”

“No,” Chris said, holding up a finger. “No, no. YOU insisted on getting one of each. I was going to get her four bottles of fruit punch and call it a day.”

“But we don’t know if she likes fruit punch!” Adrian protested.

“Dude, everyone likes fruit punch!”

“Actually,” you interjected. “I can’t stand fruit punch.”

“And that makes you a weirdo,” Chris said, and took the bottle of fruit punch they brought off the table. “More for me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little. It was the first time you had laughed in about three weeks. Since all this started, really. But they always had that effect on you. Every single one of your coworkers had that effect on you, which is partially why you loved working with everyone so much. There was just something about these two especially. Neither one of them showed they cared in conventional ways, but then again, neither did you. And neither of them would never, ever admit to caring unless it slipped out. But you could tell. Even Harcourt couldn’t have made Chris come over if he didn’t want to, so the act itself gave it away. And, most importantly, they made you feel safe.

They didn’t stay for long since they were in hot water with Harcourt already. As they were leaving, Adrian saw the chair again. A feeling rose in his gut, and he stopped. He turned back to you.

“You still have my number, right?”

You nodded.

“If you ever need anything, call me and I’ll be right over,” he said, looking you in the eye with no trace of his normal humor in his voice. “No matter what it is, or what time it is, if you ever need me, I’ll be here as soon as you call.”

You didn’t know what to say. Despite the fact Adrian was an extremely lethal killer, he had a pair of green puppy dog eyes that just seemed to bore into your soul and lay it bare. You never realized until now that those eyes of his made it almost impossible to lie to him. Of course, it would be now that you were desperately trying to keep something from him that you would realize this.

You started to open your mouth, a flood of words on your tongue, but unsure what you were about to say. Maybe he could help somehow. Maybe if you asked, he’d -

“Dude, stop being creepy,” Chris said as he stepped back into your apartment.

“I’m not, I -“

“She hasn’t even been single a month yet, “Chris grabbed Adrian by the arm and started dragging him to the car. “Give her space. I haven’t even tried to hit that yet.”

“I wasn’t hitt- wait, singl-“

“And if I can wait, so can you!”

They were back to the car when Chris suddenly remembered you could still hear them. He turned back towards your front door where he saw you standing a step outside the door into the small entryway, watching them with raised eyebrows.

“Sorry, Y/N, but it’s true!” Chris called to you with a wave. He shoved Adrian towards the passenger side of the car and opened the driver’s side. “Don’t worry, you still got a few more weeks safe though. See you Monday!”

You chuckled, stepping back inside quickly before they left. It didn’t bug you being outside while they were here, but you didn’t want to push it.

Before shutting the door, you heard Adrian exclaim in a tone of dismay and shock, “What do you mean Y/N is single now???”

#adrian chase #vigilante #peacemaker #adrian chase peacemaker #dceu fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #dceu #dceu fic #adrian chase imagine #adrian chase hc #vigilante hc #adrian chase fluff #adrian chase fanfiction #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase x y/n #adrian chase x you #adrian chase x female reader #adrian chase headcanons #vigilante fanfiction #vigilante imagines #vigilante peacemaker #peacemaker vigilante #vigilante x y/n #vigilante x you #vigilante x female reader #vigilante x reader #vigilante fanfic

[svgurl410]

Pairing/Characters: Diana/Steve, minor Clark/Lois, Zatanna Rating: Teen Word Count: 2612 Summary: Diana misses Steve. Until she doesn’t have to anymore.

#wondertrev #diana x steve #steve x diana #steve/diana #diana/steve #steve trevor #diana prince #diana of themyscira #wonder woman #dceu #dc extended universe #wondertrev fanfic #dceu fic #dceu fanfiction

[apomekhanes]

updated 5/5! abner x reader, rated E for smut.

He tucks his face into your neck and sighs a little like it’s exactly where he belongs, inhaling your scent deeply and brushing your hair back so he can kiss your neck. 

Your eyes flutter closed. He’s so, so sweet like this, soft mouth on your skin, kissing and sucking briefly to leave marks that will fade before the sun is fully up.

#abner x reader #abner krill #the suicide squad #polka-dot man #polkadot man #polka dot man #my fic #dceu #dceu fic

[theirwolfbicanthrope]

Mera/Arthur - Inner Thigh Kiss

(non-graphic oral sex, porn with feelings, read on ao3)

There is something wild about Arthur Curry. Raw and untamed that makes him stand out on the surface and below it. It rankled her at first; set her on edge.

Now, though, when his face is down between her legs and his hands are exploring everywhere while she writhes and grabs at his hair, she relishes it. Appreciates the coarseness of his beard against her skin, the hunger in his eyes every time he opens them to look at her. 

He is insatiable and selfishly greedy for her pleasure. It is not something she is accustomed to; her lovers were not awful or completely indifferent to her own enjoyment, but compared to Arthur those times seem almost transactional. Impersonal. 

Arthur has no interest in her returning the favor climax for climax. He could - and has - send her tumbling over edge after edge until she cannot even speak her own name, and would be content with that. He fucks her with tongue and fingers and cock, gives and takes however she wants it.

Sometimes he is so gentle that it makes her feel soft and precious, like someone without so much weight on her shoulders and the cynical nature she’s been jaded into. Sometimes he is ravenous and frenzied, and she becomes wild in turn, leaving long, red trails down his back and bite marks across his chest.

Mera has seen his strength and ferocity - seen how brutal and how controlled he can be. It is another thing altogether to experience it all while knowing she would never be anywhere safer than in his arms.

He is nothing like Orm, nothing like her father - or even his own parents. Arthur Curry is uncouth and brash and too honest for his own good much of the time. Ill suited for politics and struggles to lead - especially towards peace.

But he has compassion despite his own cynicism, a belief in justice without cruelty - or corruption - and a drive to do what’s right. He is fiercely loyal and loves with his whole chest.

Never did Mera think that duty and love could coincide for her. Never did she think it would feel this good.

When she comes, she screams his name, over and over until it becomes a plea for mercy as his mouth remains at her cunt. Her trembling body feels the energy in his shift from passion to comfort. In the haze of her overstimulation, she is vaguely aware of the sensation of his slick mouth pressed to the racing pulse in her thigh. 

His hands stop exploring her, teasing her, and move in slow, soothing motions over her sides and hips. He kisses his way up until she’s tasting herself on his lips and tongue. He’s wild, her king; wild and loving and nothing like Atlantis, nothing like any of the things she thought she wanted or was destined for.

And as terrifying as it is, she loves him. Loves in a way she never intended, never planned on loving anyone.

#theyearofthewolf #dceu fic #my fic #Arthur Curry x Mera #fanfiction #dceu

[bradshawssugarbaby]

 ⋆⭒˚.⋆ request night  ⋆⭒˚.⋆

going to try my hand at one of these (pls don't flop).

pick a prompt from one of these lists, + a character from this list send me the no. of the prompt and what list it came from/the prompt line + character and i'll write a blurb/drabble!

#writing #requests #request night #bradley bradshaw fic #jake seresin fic #bob floyd fic #clark kent fic #superman fic #august walker fic #walter marshall fic #capt. syverson fic #derek hale fic #teen wolf fic #top gun maverick fic #henry cavill characters #dceu fic #smallville fic #arrowverse fic #jake seresin #bradley bradshaw #bob floyd #clark kent #superman #walter marshall #august walker #derek hale #capt. syverson

[palettesofrenaissance]

I think one "reader self insert" fic I would actually and freely read would be the scenario: niece or mentee to Hawkman/Atom Smasher. (Not teenagers or college undergrads age)

Even though I'm not a fan of self insert fics, that would be one I think would be the exception

#i got my alcohol so don't hate me #reader insert fic #dceu fanfiction #dceu fic

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

No Darkness and Light This Week!

So sorry! Work has been crazy and I'm about to go on vacation so I've been a bit distracted from writing!

As a treat, here is a preview of the next chapter that I'm part of the way through:

The photographers had been following him for a few blocks. Bruce sighed as he tried to bend his head somehow even further into the depths of his coat. He knew he should have asked the driver to drop him off at the front door. But he hadn’t been spotted in Gotham as Bruce Wayne in weeks and some of the more unreliable tabloids were circulating rumors that he was dead. He figured now was as good a time as any to be spotted. 

At least it was a beautiful day to walk through Old Gotham. The sun, for once, was peaking through the eternally grey clouds. People were scattered about the sidewalks, choosing instead to sit on their front steps to eat lunch to soak up any ounce of vitamin D they could get. To Bruce, the sun felt good on his skin despite his long jacket, but it burned at his eyes. He was so used to the shadows of night, the darkness of the caves beneath the Tower that his eyes had nearly forgotten sunlight. Even with the cloudy skies and plenty of shade from the surrounding buildings, he was still wearing darkly tinted sunglasses so that he could see without squinting.

#the batman #the batman 2022 #the batman (2022) #battinson #the batman movie #battinson!bruce wayne #bruce wayne x oc #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne fic #bruce wayne fanfic #bruce wayne fanfiction #batman x oc #batman imagine #batman fic #batman fanfic #batman fanfiction #dceu #dceu oc #dceu fic #dceu imagine #dceu fanfic #dceu fanfiction #robert pattinson #rpatz batman #bruce wayne x sloane di marzio #oc community #oc appreciation #bruce wayne #batman #ocapp

[fandomnerd9602]

Y/N walks in to find Harley hanging upside down…

Y/N: do I wanna know why?

Harley: I couldn’t find anymore mistletoe.

Y/N: why don’t you come down and I’ll kiss you anyway

Harley swings down and lands in Y/N’s arms and giggles…

Harley: tempting…I placed all the mistletoe over our bed (winks)

Y/N: you’ve been naughty

Harley: only for you

#dceu #dc comics incorrect quotes #dc comics fluff #dc comics #harley quinn #margot robbie #christmas romance #christmas fic #Christmas #harley quinn x reader #harley quinzel #suicide squad

[workingbynyx]

hello baby I love your theme !! i saw you were doing jason todd x readers so i’m gonna shoot my shot OFC NO PRESSURE

so we all know bruce is rich so jason must be as well but WHAT IF reader also came from a rich powerful family of Gotham, I think they would maybe meet through a gala or something and Dick would joke to Jason about how he is drooling at the sight of reader IDK BABES IT’S UP TO YOU, i hope it inspires you <3

City of Stars — Jason Todd x F!Reader

↷ summary — what happens if one of the bat sons meet the striking heiress of another powerful family? ˎˊ˗

↷ pairing — jason todd x f!reader ˎˊ˗

↷ genre — romance, fluff, slight comedy and eventual angst ˎˊ˗

↷ warning/s — a few curse words here and there ˎˊ˗

↷ a/n — hey!! tysm for this prompt oml its the cutest, and ik its a bit of a cliché but reader is an heiress to stark industries here 😭 i figured it would be interesting since, contrary to popular belief, tony and bruce wouldn't get along so it offers the question what would happen if their children got together (tea 👀🍵) this isn't based on anything btw! so there might be some ooc instances. OH AND I'll probably make a part 2 of this soon if i get motivationekehwjd soooo i hope you enjoy reading! ˎˊ˗

— wayne manor, present day

bruce fixed yet another gala for the year, inviting multiple billionare ceos and business owners to the humble party. gotham city strived under the great care of his trusted partners even when crime and corruption still runs in the city. the bat took care of that of course, with the help of his sons and daughters who also attended the event in simple dresses and suits and ties tailored to their liking.

the gala had been going on for a few hours or so which eventually became boring enough for jason to take a few shots and drinks by the bar as he scanned the crowd with people in bejeweled clothes and shimmering jewelry that blinded him as the chandelier shined on them. "is all that really neccessary.." he mumbled to himself, taking a sip of his 3rd drink of the night. "yes it is, would you rather people come into sweats like you would?" dick suddenly chimed in as he walked up towards jason and leaned against the counter of the bar, asking for a drink of his choice.

"It wouldn't hurt to try next year" jason said with a stern look on his face, occassionally shooting up a short smile to people walking by. "if bruce allows it, i doubt he would. the man practically lives in a suit and tie" dick replied, "well, tough shit grayson. you might be forgetting being the rebel is sort of my thing" jason shot back with a smirk. "ah, my bad" grayson said with a chuckle as he sipped on champagne. "so, anyone caught your eye yet?" "If you mean spoiled little kids running around with chocolate smeared on their faces then yeah" jason sighed while dick suppressed a laugh. "c'mon man, there's at least gotta be someone" "dick, i didn't come here to look for 'someone' nor do i ever plan to"

and right when jason uttered those words with no remorse, he immediately swallowed them right back when he caught a glimpse of you in the crowd. the dark yellow dress you wore complimenting the red of his suit, its like a match made in gotham, as one would say. the man had to double take in your way when you slowly walked through the room with your father, tony stark. the man behind stark industries, one of the richest companies based in new york. jason knew they recently opened a branch within the city to make way for new advanced technology and scientific engineering. that was probably the reason why you're here from jason's assumption.

"i'd say otherwise" dick snuck up beside jason and whispered to taunt him, his eyes following the lady that caught his brother's attention. "..what?" the other finally said, snapping out of it. "you should go up to her instead of drooling over here, you look like a total loser dude" dick patted his shoulder which annoyed jason. "cut it out dick, i'm not going up to her" "why not?" "i have other things to tend to" "like?" "...shut up" "jason, this is your only shot. are you gonna waste it on brooding the whole night?" "i'm NOT taking any of your dating advice" "i didn't say you have to date her dipshit, what could a friendly conversation lead to?" "a can of worms, go figure" jason then started walking away from dick as soon as he sets the glass down on the counter.

"jay c'mon," dick caught up to him which released a frustrated groan from jason. "she seems like a nice woman" "you're really living up to your name right now, stop it" jason said through gritted teeth.

in other people's point of view, it looks like two grown men are silently arguing in the corner of the big hall which then caught your attention soon after. you wanted to get to know bruce's children after he warmly welcomed you and your family to gotham before they got down to talking business, it obviously lost your interest so you quietly excused yourself from the conversation to wander the mansion.

you stumbled upon one of his daughters and had a nice conversation, they didn't seem intimidating as they said they'd be— not until you went up to his sons. you mentally prepared yourself as you slowly walked over to the duo, straightening the slight wrinkles on your dress and patting down your necklace.

"uhm, hello there. i hope i'm not interrupting" you called out to them which caught their attention. dick and jason quickly arranged themselves to look presentable, even if they were just arguing seconds ago. "hey" jason said as he cleared his throat, to which you replied with a smile. "its a wonderful party, i see mr. wayne has good taste" you tried to sound polite as possible...was it even worth trying?

"yeah, definitely" dick nodded his head. "i'm richard by the way, richard grayson. but you can call me dick" "oh uhm, pardon?" "it's unusual, i know. but trust me its fine" you couldn't help but slightly giggle at his statement, he was quite the charm. jason, on the other hand, couldn't stand seeing the two of you almost get along. he had to do something if he wanted to win you over.

you then looked over to him in anticipation, "jason" he says. "jason todd" he added. "it's nice meeting you, i've heard..interesting things about you" you said as you reached out your hand for a shake as he returned the gesture. "mhm, that's..great i guess" he nodded. "well uhm, i just wanted to come over and say hi. if our dads are gonna work together i should probably get to know his children too as a courtesy" you said with a smile, talking to bruce's oldest sons was quite nerve wrecking to say the least. they were tall, fit, sharp and certainly attractive, they're also intelligent one might add.

"huh" jason blurted out. "i didn't know bruce and mr. stark had to work together" he said. "oh, mr. wayne didn't mention anything?" "he never does" he replied. "hmm, that's a bit odd.." "trust me, everything's odd when you're around him" you couldn't help but chuckle which took jason back a bit, seeing you find his 'joke' funny enough. it was...adorable.

"i'll take your word for it, jason" hearing you say his name was like hearing angels sing to him. he didn't even realize he was developing a crush on someone he just met at a random gala, that never happened before. it must be something about you that attracted jason a lot.

"oh and, do you know where to get some fresh air? all this business talk has been making me ill for the past hour" you asked, a bit embarrassed to say it in front of them. but they seem to get your pain. "I'll let my brother show you, he knows this place a lot more than i do" "wh— you literally live here" jason whispered loudly. "i'll see you around ms. stark, i look forward to working with you soon" and just like that, dick had left you and jason alone.

your eyes followed dick as he walked back into the crowd until he was no longer seen, your gaze returning back to jason who was just staring at you unconsciously. at some point, you found yourself admiring his features for a moment. his eyes that shined against the light, his ruffled hair that sat prettily on his forehead, and his prominent jawline. 'he's cute...i guess' you thought to yourself, not until he cleared his throat when the silence got too loud.

"sooo, shall i show you around or are you gonna keep staring at me?" he said which made you lift a brow. "staring at yo— weren't you the one staring at me first?" you argued, making jason laugh at your protest. "relax, i was kidding" he added, flicking his head towards the staircase for you to follow him. "y'know, for a sec i thought you were a royal of some sort" jason started as the both of you went up. "how so?" you asked. "i don't know, you look all elegant and..the way you speak" you chuckled at his remark. "should i be flattered or is that a bad thing?" "not at all" jason said, a short smile forming. "well, that's what my mother taught me. she didn't want me to be a 'smartmouth' like my dad. he's probably annoying mr. wayne by now because of it" "bruce has already been around smartmouths enough," he turned towards you, "exhibit a" then gestures to himself.

you couldn't help but chuckle at jason. "is that so?" you asked with an exaggerated tone. "i didn't take you for a smartmouth if i'm being honest, more quite the opposite really" "well you might've if we met under different circumstances" "maybe, maybe not" you looked up to him with a mischievous glint in your eyes, a slight smirk forming on his face.

as the two of you walk through the empty halls of the mansion, you both reach the huge balcony where the doors are wide open. the cold breeze seeping through the curtains which sent shivers down your spine. you tried to fight the chills around your skin, but it was evident to jason you were clearly freezing. he unbuttoned his blazer and wrapped it around your shoulders, giving them a quick squeeze when you thanked him. "ahh, this is nice" you exhaled, relief washing over you when the distinct conversations are finally blocked. you stared into the dimmed city lights of gotham, poorly glistening from where you stood.

"it kinda is" jason added, his hands now both in his pockets as he admired the view...and you.

the longer you stared, the longer a thought began lingering. you cracked your head to the side to look at jason standing behind you, ushering him to come forward. "so uh, how long have you been here?" you started. "since birth, i'm pretty much stuck here" jason answered as he leaned against the railings. "but either way, gotham is my home afterall. i don't think i'll ever have the chance to leave this behind, even if i wanted to" there was a bit of sentiment behind his words, but you understood him. you were also pretty much stuck in one place before your father finally agreed to take you elsewhere, to finally let you handle things your own way when you came of age.

he was always protective over you which partially hindered you from living up to your true potential, but now that he's giving you a part of his legacy you have the chance to prove yourself.

"how was it like? y'know, growing up in a city like this" you followed up. "nothing to sugarcoat i'll tell you that, but uh...that's probably a story for another day" jason says, a quick glance to your direction. "another day?" "yeah another day" he said, studying your reaction. his eyes gleamed with hope, hoping that you'd understand where he's getting at. "are– are you saying—" "yes, ms. stark. i, jason todd, am hoping to see you another day"

your cheeks flushed pink, the heartfelt conversation suddenly turning into whatever this was. it was a pleasant surprise. "i— well, i don't see why i'd say no to that offer" you said with the brightest smile on your face. jason contained a smile however, letting his head fall down between his arms while he sighed in relief. that could've gone the wrong way. he tapped against the stone railing and brought his head back up, his cheeks also dusted pink. "a'ight so, when can i see you then?" he raised a brow.

"i'm in the city for the next few weeks, come visit at the flat two blocks away from the stark industries site. i'm at the third floor, second door to your right" jason took note of that mentally, making sure he got every detail down. "right," he nodded. "uhhh, how do they say this— so it's..a date?"

"it's a date, mr. todd"

#dc comics #jason todd x reader #jason todd #red hood #red hood x reader #jason todd x f!reader #✎ ─ nyx fics ! #dceu

[lavena]

Captain Marvel head cannon again.

Thinking of all the, JL travel through Caps psyche for one reason or another, but instead of Billy's memories they get Marvels, so all of the past incarnations (which billy has had to witness too) at their lowest point.

Let's just say a champion is not given these powers and set free, they must learn where such power comes from.

So in this case they see Wisdom be found through betrayal

Strength found through destruction

Stamina through suffering

Power through sacrifice

Courage through loss (very very specifically a situation like Patrolucous and Achilles. Love, family, soul mate dies and courage is found through the loss of all you hold dear)

Speed through negligence

These are all just ideas of what they could be, really riding on the idea of the JL seeing captain, or someone so opposite of the captain find the one they love dead in a war, and just screaming in agony, getting up and doing what Achilles did. ( destroying damn near all of an army single handedly, then, without care for themselves, no food, no breaks, brutally enforcing a barrier and dragging a dead body behind them one person stacked behind the other, line in the sand but the line is blood and the sand is a battle field) just something so horrific and heart breaking that the JL may never be able to look at the cap as soft ever again

And for the new folks these are the powers specific to patron Solomon (wisdom), Hercules (strength), Atlas (stamina), Zeus (power), Achilles (courage) and Mercury (speed)

#captain marvel dc #billy batson #captain marvel #dc comics #dceu #dc universe #justice league #young justice #batman #superman #green lantern #the flash #flash #dc writers #writing prompt #writers #come heather and grace me with the fic i beg of thee #achilles #patroclus #patrochilles #greek mythology #greek gods #magic #the gods favorite blorbo