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your-nanas-house · 18 days

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"Mr. Coleman said that..."

◇ Pairing: stepdad!Austin Butler X stepdaughter!Reader

◇ Warnings: kind of dark, SMUT, sessions, therapy (invented by me, dunno if it exists), pervy, stepdad x stepdaughter dynamic.

◇ Summary: Austin gets bit lost in the feelings that the "bond" therapy gifted him.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. It took me so long, thanks for the kind anon that reminded me what Austin fic I wanted to publish. I think it's the very first Austin fic that I wrote... 🫣.

A small click and the front door of his attic was open, allowing him to enter and finally drop down the bag he carried all day around... plus the new script.

Austin had been out all day and he honestly felt all those hours on his shoulders other than his mood. He really was tired but happy, since he was about to see his little princess.

As his feet lead him to the open kitchen he could already hear her soft humming, which informed him that she was busy entertain herself with something

"Hi stepdaddy, how was your day?" Her sweet voice beamed after his footsteps popped her little bubble of calm. She didn't look upset or annoyed when seeing him... which was a good thing since they had some issues when her mom left them both.

Issues that with a bit of father and daughter therapy should had quickly disappear... or so the man, who was following the process, had told them the first meeting.

"Bit tiring but... it was good. How about yours? What did you do while I was out?" Austin's low raspy voice asked as his hand removed carefully his airports before his coat so that he could focus his attention on her completely.

She was still in her cute pajamas, a silly one that she had begged him to buy her as soon as she finished watching one of the latest movies of his... 'Elvis' 2022. Reason because her pants were of a baby pink filled with pictures of the king, matched by a baggy shirt with the quote 'Keep Calm and Love Elvis Presley'.

"Bit boring, studied a bit... and nothing much, I cleaned the house though" Y/n informed him after taking a big sip of her tea, humming softly when the older man's arms wrapped around her torso.. hugging her close to himself.

"So sweet of you" he murmured in her ear, tickling her with his short beard as his face snuggled in the crock of her neck more so to make her chuckle before pressing his lips against hers for a quick 'hello' kiss.

His head now resting on top of hers calmly.

"Also!.. I need your help" Y/n hummed out, putting down her cup as her heart beat faster in her chest.. butterflies forming in her stomach at her stepdad's cuddles.

She could already feel his chest vibrating softly as he replied with his voice which became even more lower that it used to be due to the time and work.

"With what, kid?" His big hand ruffled her hair playfully while his body moved to rest against the table of the kitchen so that his beautiful eyes could stare at her as she talked.

She really was so cute like that, her hair bit messy because of him and the glasses she put on just when she used her laptop so to protect them. It seemed quite domestic... bit too domestic since his body started to react a bit, aroused by the innocent scenario.

And the cute mad face she made every time he would tease or annoy her, was so cute but also such a strong turn on for him... expecially those pouty pretty lips, now covered by a watermelon lip gloss.

"Do you remember what Mr. Coleman suggested?" Y/n asked casually, glancing at him with the face he grow to know as 'the testing face'; a serious but funny expression that she always used when she wanted to see if he remembered something or if he forgot about it.

"Of what, sweetheart?" Austin replied with her same tone as he put down the script, pouring himself a glass of water before sitting on the counter to look in her direction. She was giving him her back but he could already see the pouty face accompanied by a small snort of disappointment since he didn't remember.

"The bonding exercises, Baba!" She whined out, looking at him while scoffing softly at his amused expression. He really knew her too well.

"Of course I remember, baby" Austin lied as he placed his glass on the surface so he wouldn't look her in the eyes without distractions

"He said at least once a week, two is better though..." she repeated what their therapist said to them some weeks ago, her eyes looking at him lazily bit tired of her lonesome day. Even too tired to notice his stare taking her whole in shamefully.

"You know that I'm always free to spend some quality time with you, baby" he rasped out before clearing his throat and finish his water, his body warming up at the mere view of her cute behaviour.

"That's a lie but anyway... Let's start it, hm" the young woman murmured, pecking back as soon as he leaned down to steal a bit of love while picking her up easily and move them on the sofa in the living room where there was more space.

"What were the exercises again?" Austin asked, his hands rubbing soft circles on her hips while his eyes pierced intensely in hers the whole time she explained to him "The 5 senses exercises to feel more connected. Touch.. with the yoga, hearing.. by listening and talking, taste.. by eating together, and.. view.. the stare".

Those were all topics they had to go through in their therapist's opinion.. a way to bond with each other better and share some quality moments as father... even though he wasn't her real dad, and daughter.

"I remember perfectly now... and what was the last one?" He asked while playing with a lock of her hair, smiling slightly when her index finger pressed against his nose while talking "It's the smell... we have to take in our scent... and that should be all. So!... where do we start?" The young woman beamed, getting up from his lap.

The older man really enjoyed seeing her so full of energy and joy, it was addicting.

"Okay, little one, let's start. You can choose with which one we begin".

Her choose was quickly and he found himself warming slightly up to start the first step. The Touch.. aka Yoga exercises.

Simple but helpful positions they had to do together to feel the struggles and the moving of their bodies.

"Need to change! Mr. Coleman said that we have to be as bare as possible for this one." The young woman reminded the older man from the other room, busy changing into something to start the exercise and have yoga behind so they could relax.

He said that?, Austin questioned in his mind and raised his eyebrows... he really didn't listen so much when that man spoke with them. He clearly needed to stay more focused in the next sessions.

"You need to change as well!" Her sweet voice urged him as she was now standing in front of him in the set of underwear he gifted her that Christmas. Matching bra and panties which colors were identical to her favourite bun that she had used to tie her hair up.

"Sweet baby Jesus above, you are stunning" he commented, holding himself from just cursing in front of her since he scolded her more than once when some bad words left her pretty mouth. It had became a game of theirs just saying some silly things instead of vulgar language.

"It's the set you gave me!" She informed him with a smile, her hands busy fixing her hair happy and warm to start

"I know, little one" the actor murmured while still staring, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

His body was reacting bit too much for his liking and he started to sweat a bit so he decided to get quickly ready and just move his hands to pull off his shirt and threw it away, exposing his built body to the air so that they could begin with the yoga.

Y/n was the first to lead and help, her smaller frame kept doing her best to keep up and help Austin while ending up most of the time just clinging on him like a koala or bouncing to reach his hands.. way too high for her reach.

It was funny, adorable and relaxing... till the sensations changed when he was the one leading the exercise.

"Baba! You have to follow my body" Y/n explained in a whiny playful voice as her young body bent down in front of him, her ass brushing against his crotch and then pressing lovingly when he moved on her, hugging her hips with his strong arms.

Fucking hot, he thought now that his cock overpowered his brain.

His breath became bit heavier while his hands massaged her flesh, he could have stayed like that all day... with his boner pressed between her firm and round ass cheeks still barely covered by those damn panties.

"Ready for the rhythm? Remember sync to let our bodies connect" she parrot what Mr. Coleman told them, making Austin curse internally since he had forgot about the movements... not that he minded though, since his worries disappeared as soon as her ass hit his half-hard dick.

His hips started to follow, taking the lead unconsciously, grinding his clothed cock against her soft flesh shamelessly.

"You got your phone in your pocket, Baba?" Y/n asked after a while, glancing behind to check on him, yelping softly when he moves her head easily by her chin. Making her look back ahead.

"Mhhm... focus, little one. Sync, remember?" Austin rasped out as his hips increased their rhythm, making her loose the balance she had and end up flat against the floor with him on top.

Her heart was beating fast and she couldn't deny that her panties were getting wet by his movements... she wasn't sure it was part of the exercises but who was her to correct her stepdad.

"You're doing so good, baby. So good" his low voice praised, making her maintain the rhythm and match his when his hips increased the tempo as his big hand, which was on her tummy, helped her continue it.

It was starting to get tired, her breath becoming breathless as she heard him grunting next to her ear.

"Austin, I'm not sure this is part of Mr. Coleman's exercises—" Y/n weakly spoke, letting a broken whine escape her mouth when his little finger pressed roughly against her clothed clit

"It's all part of Mr. Coleman's exercises to bond, baby. And call me like he said you should.. don't you want to make the sessions pay off?" Austin murmured huskily, inhaling deeply while lowering quickly his sweatpants and press his bare, rock-hard angry cock against her ass again, pulling the fabric of her panties so that it was stuck between her ass cheeks like his lenght.

"I said call me like Mr. Coleman said, little one" his tone became more stern as his hand spanked her soft flesh making her jolt

"Sorry, daddy! Sorry" she whined out, moving her ass up so to allow him to continue without interruptions... just like a good girl.

It was twisted but felt so good, so... damn good, with the soft skin of his cock caressing her inner thighs as he made sure to keep them closed so that he could fuck them. Hitting her clit with each thrust.

Her stepdad was dry humping her and she was loving it as much as he was... and she could tell that he was enjoying himself pretty much due to all the noises and praises that escaped his lips.

"Such a good girl! Fuck— fuck, fuck. Little one!" His horsed voice growled in her ear as his body shook against hers before something started to wet her thighs and panties. The young woman didn't had time to check before her own orgasm hit her whole and her back arched, a soft curse, which earned her a harsh spank, escaped her innocent sweet mouth.

"Language, baby... now how about we move to the food now, hm?" Austin suggested while massaging her warm flesh, moving his softening cock away from her shaking thighs.

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obsidianstrawberrymilk · 2 years

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Assorted Batkid Headcanons

During the middle days of Damian being Dick’s Robin, he was still figuring out how to show affection in a nonviolent way, so he just kept getting Dick fish. His logic was ‘Grayson has issues taking care of himself, so I will get him a pet that even he will find easy to care for’.

As a result Dick has an entire tank of various fish, all named Jim after Jim Gordon.

Dick finds this hilarious. Babs finds this hilarious. She’ll casually mention something ‘Jim’ did in conversation with her dad and watch as he bluescreens.

Tim has the pallet of a five year old. All he likes are exceedingly sugary sweet foods everyone else wants to puke while eating.

As a result, all he drinks are those stupidly sugary energy drinks that leave you seeing god after a few minutes. Is this unhealthy? No, it’s a liquid, therefor water, therefor good - Tim Drake.

Duke has purposefully broken his wrist to see if he would light up like a glowstick before. It didn’t work.

Cass shows her affection through objects, so a Batkid will often walk into their residence to find something like a metal bottle cap or a feather neatly placed on their table, without any security triggered or any other indication anyone was ever here. They all know to treasure these, no matter what they are.

Jason, given he’s built like a tank, will often hold things out of reach from people just to Be An Asshole. He loves it.

Damian used the same method of affection on Steph when she was his Batgirl, but had a bit more faith in her ability to not let something die, so he kept getting her small rodents, like hamsters and rats. She named them all after characters from Supernatural.

Stephanie had a huge Supernatural phase when she was 13 and never really grew out of it. She’s tried out summoning rituals from the show before.

Every single Batkid had a Warriors phase. Every. Single. One.

Dick was SO FUCKING HAPPY when Duke showed up because he finally had a brother who would happily give him a hug without having a panic attack due to TouchFuckery.

Steph has referred to the Batfam as “Furry Touchfucked McNuggets” before. No one questions it because she’s right.

Babs has designated snacks for every occasion. Program Taking Too Long To Load is Cheetos. Bruce Being a Bitchass On the Comms is popcorn. Done With This Bullshit For Good, I Swear is Twix.

Tim’s Notes app on this phone is entirely filled with sleep deprived 4am rants about why Star Trek is the superior franchise. He’s very passionate about it.

One time Bart was bored so decided to raid the pantry and he found Damian crouched on one of the top shelves, hissing like a cat and clutching a box of Weetabix. He took a picture and now it’s the YJ discord group icon.

Not exactly Batfam but the YJ Core Four + Cissie have a discord group chat and Tim’s the mod.

Damian loves Weetabix. Idk if anyone else knows what that is but that shit was my fucking childhood so he loves it.

Duke has tried and is currently trying to unionize all the kid sidekicks. They’re getting there.

Jason’s favorite authors are Mary Shelley and Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice is his comfort book that he often reads after patrolling as way to wind down. He fucking hates Edgar Allan Poe with a passion for reasons he refuses to explain.

Cass will sometimes teach some dance moves to little kids while on patrol. Sure, she knows it’s not stopping violence, but when she sees another little girl with scars on her palms and wary eyes light up as she twirls in the air and laugh as she leaps, she thinks it’s worth it. More than worth it.

Jason’s found her doing this sometimes. Neither of them say anything.

The Batkids all love Jon. Yeah, move over Damian, don’t keep him all to yourself. They may have their own supers/alien besties, but Jon is just adorable, and they all want to smoosh the cheeks of a kid who won’t attempt to stab them for it. Look, he’s so cute. The day anyone bullies Jon beware, because the entirety of Gotham’s vigilante force will be there to wreak havoc upon you.

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such-expensive-mistakes · 4 months

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halfa!Steph AU (part 1)

I'm still working on the Superpham AU but I couldn't stop thinking about this idea.

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Once upon a time, there was a girl who thought she could be a hero. And then she died. She died slowly and painfully and steeped in guilt over having accidentally set off a gang war that destroyed the city. It's a neat little story about hubris and knowing your place and why Batman is always right.

Except she didn't. Die, that is. She flatlined on the operating table and Leslie faked her death. And when that girl came back, she put on a costume again and became the third Batgirl. It's a heartwarming story about stubbornness and learning to rely on others and proving Batman wrong.

The truth, Stephanie thinks, is somewhere in between.

When she talks about having died, people treat as— not as a joke, the pain is still too raw for that, but as an exaggeration. Dramatic license.

Sometimes Steph thinks that's all it is. But she feels like she died. She dreams about it sometimes. Not just Black Mask, although he does haunt far too many of her dreams, but something else. Something in-between.

It's probably just the trauma. That's what Leslie says, when Stephanie finally asks her.

Stephanie doesn't ask Leslie about her newfound strength, or about how sharp her senses have become.

You can't go through something like Stephanie did and come out unchanged. That's what Babs says, and she would know. Steph doesn't think they're thinking about the same kind of changes, though.

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Stephanie lands on a rooftop and looks down at the white van parked below. It's not a particularly notable vehicle, except for the occupants.

"What are they doing?" Steph asks.

"I don't know." Babs sounds frustrated, and no wonder. There aren't many people who can keep Oracle out of their systems, and Steph wouldn't have judged these guys to be among their ranks. "I'll keep trying to get through their firewalls, but I'm flying blind here. Keep an eye on them, but be careful."

"You know me," Steph says. "Careful is my middle name."

Babs doesn't even bother to muster up a sarcastic response to that, which is how Steph knows she's preoccupied.

These guys have been running all over Gotham for the past few weeks. They're dressed in immaculate white suits and carrying unfamiliar weapons, and they seem to be taking some kind of readings on unfamiliar instruments. None of that is a crime, but it's suspicious, and Oracle's inability to find out any more about them is even more suspicious.

And that means they're officially Steph's problem.

The men are doing the same thing they've been doing the last few times Steph has watched them. It's not particularly exciting.

"Batgirl," Oracle says.

"Please tell me there's a robbery or something that needs my attention," Steph replies. "These guys are so boring."

"Sorry. Do you think you can get one of their gadgets for me? I want a better look."

"Can do, boss."

Stephanie carefully climbs down to street level, staying out of sight. She's gotten a lot sneakier since her not-death. She tells herself it's all of her training and practice, finally paying off, but regardless of the cause, the guys in white have no chance of spotting her.

They're standing near the front of the van, arguing about something.

"The apparition was spotted here last night," one says.

"That doesn't mean it's going to return!" another responds.

Sounds like they're looking for something in particular. Which Steph and Babs had already guessed, but it's nice to have confirmation.

Steph slips toward the back of the van, which is wide open. Not smart, especially in Gotham, but she's got a feeling these guys aren't from Gotham.

The inside of their van reminds her of a sci-fi movie; everything is blindingly white and chrome, with glowing green accents. And lots and lots of those weapons. Whoever they are, they clearly have a nice sized budget.

Steph grabs one of the guns and a handheld instrument like the one the guys outside are waving around, but as soon as she does, all the instruments the guys in front of the van are holding start going wild.

"There it is!" one of them yells. They all start shooting at her, which is how Steph learns that they're using some kind of fancy laser guns. Because regular guns just aren't space age enough for these guys.

That's Steph's cue to get out. She grapples back to the rooftop, just barely avoiding getting hit by the laser guns.

It’s easy enough to lose them from the rooftops. At Oracle’s direction, she makes her way back to Firewall. She tugs her mask off and hands the stolen tech over to Babs.

“The’re looking for something,” she says. “An apparition.”

Babs hums in acknowledgment. “Hopefully these will have some answers.” She switches on the— scanner? Steph’s pretty sure that’s its function, anyway. It starts beeping wildly.

Steph jumps back, startled. The beeping stops.

“Well,” Babs says. “I think we have an idea what they were looking for.”

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp fic #stephanie brown #halfa steph au

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slocumjoe · 1 year

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Companions reactions when Sole finds an abandoned baby and is like, “Welp! No parents, your mine now!” And wants to take them back with them?

Cait; ...okay...she understands that there is something of an obligation to not leave a baby to die, but...does Sole really have to keep it? Surely there's someone else that would like a baby, like a gay couple somewhere. Maybe those lesbians in the DC science center. Or the Ms. Nanny and teacher dude that got married, also in Diamond City. Like...Sole already has a bab—oh. Right.

Codsworth; Gotcha, what are they naming it? He'll sort out the feeding situation while they figure it out, go check shops for baby things.

Curie; Ms. Nanny protocol remnants + Curie naturally having a strong sense of justice = Sole will finally hear Curie say naughty words. They won't understand it if they don't speak French, but Curie is spitting pissed off. If Sole wants that baby, they might have to wrestle it out of her hands. Becomes very mama bear. Fusses over it in incessantly. Will relax once it is in a safe environment, and then Sole can claim it for themselves.

Danse; Goes fucking Terminator levels of bodyguard until the kid is in safe hands, like Curie. If a leaf on a tree moves, he's shooting it. Twitchy and on high alert until they get to a settlement. Sole is already planning on putting a baby room in their house. Very worried. Sole has a lot on their plate, much of it involving travel. Sole is not going to travel with a baby in their arms, fuck no. Pre-BB, suggests taking it straight to the Prydwen. After...surprisingly open to keeping it.

Deacon; Thinks they're straight-up joking. Makes a joke in response. Sole keeps joking, he keeps joking, Sole holds up a baby, Deacon has an aneurysm. Plays 5d chess in his head, planning the safest routes back to a town. Hyperventilating the whole time. Babies are loud. Loud is bad. Sole says they want it. Also bad. Sole. You are a spy. Spies don't have kids. You can't keep it, he's sorry, he knows what it's like, but that kid is safer somewhere else.

Gage; The deepest sigh man has ever achieved. Could have inflated a blimp with it. Okay, yeah, sure. Don't use crotchgoblins as bearbait. He's a raider, but there's...no, no there isn't honor amongst raiders. There is with Gage, though, he has, like, some coupons he can cash in whenever the ol' moral compass stops pointing at money. But...no. No, Sole...no. You don't have to put it back, but you can't keep it. And if they're Overboss? What the fuck are you thinking? What, like Mags is gonna babysit or some shi–why are they looking at him like that.

Hancock; A pendulum of 'chill with it' and 'unchill.' On one hand, SOMEONE GET THE BABY AN ADULT. On the other, WAIT NO NOT HIM, A CAPABLE ADULT. Doesn't matter what relationship he has with Sole. Hancock is getting babysitting duty. Hancock always gets babysitting duty. For some reason, he gets stuck watching kids way too fucking much. It's not that he hates them, it's that he breathes more Jet than air and has a penchant for throwing knives at things when bored. Please for the love of God, keep it if you want, but understand Hancock himself is baby and is not suitable for watching another baby.

MacCready; He's from Little Lamplight. As if he's even gonna blink. Hops on board quicker than Codsworth.

Piper; Sole's probably still in that phase after having their own child, where the hormones go all crazy with kids in general...losing their kid isn't helping matters, either, huh? Regardless of the circumstances, Piper is just going to shrug and do what she can to help. Whoever the parents are, they're either dead or don't deserve it, so...

Nick; Will not rest until he finds parents, dead or alive. If they are alive, has some stern fucking words for them. It'll take a damn good reason for him to take the kid from Sole and give it back to the parents. Will also suggest giving it to a couple who wants kids, but can't have them. Knows quite a few people who'd appreciate it. But not against Sole keeping it. Hope they like Uncle Nick back-seat parenting, though. Like a crusty grandpa at Thanksgiving who makes a face when your five year old has an iPad.

That grandpa is right, by the way.

Preston; Also doesn't flinch. Baby alone in the Commonwealth, you take the baby. This isn't a moral conundrum, it's basic common sense. Sole wants to keep the baby? Chill. Preston is not a useless potato sack of a person, like some people. Baby get, baby take care of. Hey, they're Minutemen, too, so they should have access to resources you need for childrearing. Third fastest to hop aboard the This Is My Baby Now train.

X6-88;

#fo4 #fallout 4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #piper wright #nick valentine #companions react #robert joseph maccready #x6-88 #porter gage #Codsworth

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prinxeali · 1 year

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Breakroom

Another Oneshot! I've never written full-blown smut before, so bear with me. Huge thanks to @generallysapphic for helping me; they're the best!

Shuri and reader receiving, pussy slapping 🥴, and bratty Shuri.

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“Your job is so boring. When you applied to become a private eye for Wakanda, I didn’t think you’d spend so much time studying.” Shuri groans, slumping childishly into the chair next to you. “When I agreed to date you, I didn’t think you’d complain so much,” you reply, not looking up from your work. Shuri makes an offended noise and gently tugs at a strand of your hair, causing you to hiss in pain and annoyance.

You take a deep breath and turn to your queen sitting on your desk with her arms crossed. “I agreed to let you stay with me as long as you took a nap.” you seethe. Shuri had been spending too much time working in her lab, so you tried to force her to nap, but she insisted she’d rather stay with you. “I’m not tired. I told you I was fine. Please let me go back. I might die if I have to watch you type another word.” she implores, jutting out her red-tinted lips in a pout. Under different circumstances, her demeanor would've been adorable. Still, given that you had a developed headache from all the research, her brattish behavior started to irk you.

You run your fingers through your now tightly shrunken afro and rub your temples. “Baby, I need to finish this research, and you need to rest. I stand by my decision. You aren't going back to work until you rest.” you say, leaning back in your seat, tapping one of your well-manicured nails against the arm of your chair. You and Shuri glare silently at each other for a while, two unwilling and unmoving forces against one another. After you feel your point is made, you return to your work, much to your lover’s disappointment.

Another hour passes by with no exchanged words or glances. Shuri is laid out on the floor, tossing a ball off the walls of your office while you do a few finishing touches on your report. “Bab-” you start to say before you’re interrupted by a call from your boss. You look between the call icon on your screen and Shuri before smiling apologetically as you pick up the call. You can hear Shuri shuffling in the background as you put on your headset, but you don't have the time to look back and see where she has gone.

Five minutes into the call, you feel the ghosting of warm fingers up your thigh. Without thinking, you jump from your seat; your eyes darting back and forth anxiously in search of the offender. Almost immediately, your eyes land on Shuri, shaking in laughter underneath your desk, her body doubled over in amusement. “Are you alright?” Your supervisor asks from the other side of the call. You take a deep breath and sink back into your seat, “Yes, I thought I saw a bug.” you say, looking pointedly at Shuri.

The call goes on for what seems like hours. Your supervisor drones on and on about upcoming cases and data. At this point, it all sounded like gibberish. Shuri had her hands back at your waist, carefully and quietly unbuckling your belt and flicking open the button of your jeans. You hastily slap her hand away and shake your head. Shuri pouts and gives you the softest, most pitiful look she could muster. Tearing down your stern demeanor with her pretty brown eyes and plush lips, the way she batted her eyelashes…

Ah, fuck it.

You sigh and lean back on your seat, an open invitation for Shuri to continue her task while you speak on the phone. It didn't take the princess long to get your ankles and underwear off your body, as she's had plenty of practice before. Despite the build-up, the first caress of her hot tongue on your clit made you moan loudly. Both of you freeze and look nervously at the cell phone. In your hand, “Y-Yes, director, I just caught a cramp in my thigh.” you explain, reaching down with your free hand to guide Shuri's mouth back between your thighs.

Shuri spends most of the call between your thighs, savoring your pussy like a treat. Occasionally you muffled moans into your hand, but the longer this went on, the more desperate you got. You had been on edge for an hour already, and that little black dress Shuri was wearing wasn't doing you any favors. Shuri had been getting impatient, too. The movements of her tongue and fingers made it much more difficult for you to focus. “Mhmm, Yeah,” you say into the phone, unclear if your words were directed at your boss or the way Shuri was sucking on your clit.

“Y/N? Y/N, do you understand?” your supervisor asks rashly. Your head was thrown back in euphoria as Shuri curled her fingers just right. You take a shuddery breath and respond, “Yes, I understand. Ah, I-I’m, I'll have them to you tomorrow” you rush out, turning away from your phone to conceal the moan building up in your chest, your thighs shaking against the chair's leather. Finally, the line dies, and your boss vanishes from the screen. “Fuck, I'm gonna cum-” you exclaim, grinding your hips against Shuri’s tongue. Relief washes over you like a wave, the blood rushing in your ears as the knots that steadily built in your stomach come undone. Your head is swimming in the best way possible.

“I can't believe I let you do that-” you say between pants. You were closing your legs and focusing on the woman before you. Shuri shrugs and licks her lips with a cat-like smirk. “You looked so tense, I figured an orgasm would help lighten the mood,” she says shamelessly. You click your tongue and reach down to grab your clothing. Shuri shuffles about next to you for a bit before going still; suddenly, something soft and light hits the side of your head, Shuri's underwear, to be precise.

“If you want me to take a nap, I can think of a couple of ways for you to tire me out,” she says, holding up two of her fingers, shiny with her own slick. In a motion blur, you quickly and efficiently moved Shuri onto your desk, pinning her more petite frame down to the polished surface. “You are such a fucking brat,” you say with a chuckle tilting down to bite her bottom lip. “I thought that's why you dated me?” she says softly, pulling you down for a kiss.

Shuri spreads her legs invitingly, using her hand on your neck to guide you down between her legs. You use two fingers to spread her lips apart, leaving her sensitive body entirely at the mercy of your tongue. Her thighs were soft and warm around your head, occasionally quivering when you grazed her clit. You lift your head and hook your arms under Shuri’s knees to pull her closer to the edge of the desk before dropping to your knees so you were eye level with where you need to be. You took the opportunity to look up at Shuri’s eyes, dark with lust, her hips tilting up as a silent plea for more.

“intombi entle,” (beautiful girl) you coo, blowing cool air over the wetness between her legs. She whines pitifully and tries to pull your head closer, but you pull further away instead. Using your hand to pat her pussy firmly, her juices sticking messily to your hands. “So desperate. What do you want, usana?” you ask. Shuri silently rocks her hips against your hand in response; she needs to do more than that.

“Just make me cum, please,” she begs, pulling her dress above her breasts and tugging at one of her perfect, dark buds. You stand up and pull her into a heated kiss, swallowing every whimper and moan she had to offer as she ground against you. You trailed kisses down her neck, stopping to suck a bruise right where her shoulder meets her neck before moving downwards to take one of her nipples into your mouth. You alternated between gentle nips and sweet caresses of your tongue, leaving her shivering under you.

By the time you were back between her legs, she was dripping. Her lips glistened in the dull light of the office. Shuri took it upon herself to drive you mad, slipping two of her pretty fingers into her sopping heat and pulling them out, drenched in her essence and spreading it over herself. “Fuck, you're so wet,” you say, running your fingers through her slit before sinking two of them into her with ease. Shuri bites back a moan as you plunge your fingers deep into her pussy. You curl your fingers and bend to suck her clit, swirling your tongue around the sensitive nub.

Shuri’s cries raised in pitch, her breath stuttering as she approached the edge. “Such a good girl. All those other bitches can flirt, but at the end of the night, this pussy is mine, right baby?” She doesn’t answer; her eyes shut tight as you drill her with your fingers. Dissatisfied, you slap right over her clit, the sound reverberating through your office.

Shuri moans the loudest she has so far, her thighs immediately closing around your wrist. For a moment, you think you’ve gone too far until you feel the evidence of her arousal running down your forearm as she tightens around your fingers. You didn't know someone could get this wet. “Oh? Do you like having your pussy slapped?” you ask, pressing down on her clit as you slide in a third finger, her eyes rolling back into her head while she mumbles dumbly in response to your question. You stop your fingers and cup Shuri’s cheek gently with your free hand, encouraging her to look at you. “Use your words, sithandwa,” you speak gently, kissing her plush lips. “Yes, but do it harder,” she says between kisses.

Shuri looks up at you sweetly, simultaneously clenching around your fingers. “Undenza ndiphambane,” (you drive me crazy) you groan, twisting your fingers inside her and delivering a few sharp slaps to her pussy. Three thrusts were all it took for her to come undone all over your fingers. She sobbed in ecstasy as you milked her orgasm out of her. Her hands were unsteady as they grabbed desperately at your wrists, unsure whether she wanted to run or pull you in deeper. You rubbed her clit in quick, fast movements. “I'm coming, I'm coming fuck-” she a but screamed, her legs tremoring against your arms as you sent her right into a second orgasm that had her gushing all over her thighs and the desk beneath her.

You carefully pulled your fingers from her core and wiped them on a tissue before sitting in your chair, pulling Shuri’s shivering body into your lap. “Good girl, you did such a good job, Usana,” you whisper, pecking her head. After cleaning her up as thoroughly as you could, you leaned back to look her in the face. “I think I squirted on your report,” Shuri says, referring to the now-soaked papers on your desk. Some of you cringed at the thought of reprinting all of those papers; however, the heavy weight of Shuri in your lap made the damp work seem insignificant. You shrug your shoulders and rest your head against hers.

"Worth it."

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A/N more to come hopefully 👀

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Clingy Kisses

Lumberjack!Henry Cavill x Short!Shy!Wife!Reader

summary: little bun is really clingy to henry and she can't seem to let go for more than a few minutes, and it may involve a two person hoodie (soft!teasing!henry) (overall fluffy overload) (req by @angelamck ) (short story)

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“Now what are you up to little bun?” Henry cocked a brow seeing his precious wife crawl up his body, plopping herself right on top of him, her hands cupping his face gently. “Jus wanna f-feel you” She whispered tracing her finger over his lips, giggling when he bit it jokingly, her lips coming closer to peck his affectionately. Small squeals leaving her lips each time she kissed his lips and he would kids back, his hands massaging her rear.

“Right if you behave for at least 20 minutes and let me finish the game, we can mess about for a while okay” He cooed kissing her nose and lips one last time, her face falling into a scowl and pout, her head laying itself on his chest; her eyes also watching his boring ass football game. How could her man find this more interesting than her right now? Smiling to herself she reaching up and turned his head towards hers and before he could even say anything, she had pushed her tongue through his lips; both of them now in a wet tongue filled kiss.

“Bab- baby, didn’t I tell you to wait? That desperate are ya?” Henry teased, his brows raised as he have her a warning look, letting her know he wasn’t in the mood to play about tonight; after-all his favourite teams were going against each other tonight. “Y-you said I was allowed anything I wanted c-cus it’s my birthday week” Furrowing and frowning she sat up on his lap, her new Cherry Hoodie blanketing her smaller frame, her hands splayed out on each of his pecs.

“Hm I guess I did didn’t I” Henry said copying her pout mockingly, his head nodding along with hers watching as she crossed her arms clearly pretending to be angry at her husband. Which was practically impossible, except for that one time he threw her old stuffy from when she was a baby, into the washing machine. I mean the thing was practically falling apart, but it was so precious to her and for some reason the fact it was so manky added to its appeal. Henry didn’t think so.

Sighing Henry opened his arms motioning for her to come on him, her body wiggling in excitement as she flopped herself back on top of him, her hands squeezing themselves around his torso; his heartbeat hammering right against her hear soothingly. “W-why’s it s-so fast?” She asked patting his chest, almost as if she was asking the damn thing to slow down, scared it would send her husband into a heart attack just because of how fast it was.

“Cause I love my sugar bun s’much my heart wants to keep beatin’ for ya” He whispered kissing the too of her head, one of his hands lazily rubbing up and down her back; the other giving her soft comforting head scratches. “W-well thank you, b-but isn’t it t-too fast?” She asked cutely tilting her head to the side, Henry’s heart if anything only increasing in speed. “Not fast enough if anything” He grumbled just pushing her head back onto his chest, not wanting to explain how if he could, he would practically give her his heart; that’s how much he feels for her.

“W-wait up the l-left a little please” she said shifting her body so his hand would move, causing Henry to scoff so his hands would scratch the right place on her back, he really had spoiled his wife a bit much; he couldn’t help it she had the purest heart of gold, all she wanted was his love and attention, and who was he not to give it to her.

“This okay bun?” “Mhm right there, t-that’s the spot” She sighed in relief, her head just laying against his shoulder sleepily, before her whole being froze.

“H-hen, you’re not in my hoodie, you gotta be in my hoodie” She whispered cupping his face, her nose nudging his playfully as she held up the empty side of her two person hoodie, the other hood and sleeve also imprinted with cherries. Earlier on during the way Y/n had seen the new two person hoodies in the market, and of course she had to buy one for her and her hubby… She may have also bought a mini version for Marly, who was already wearing hers happily.

“Sugar pie, let’s not go there” Henry scowled seeing the bright printed soft fabric being shoved in his face, feeling his wife’s hands already clawing at him to take off his white vest top. “B-but hubs, y-you said i-it’s my birthday week” She whispered pouting, her eyes already wetting with tears, over the past few weeks she mad mastered the puppy look even more; it was practically irresistible to her grumpy lumberjack husband.

“I- Uh- Fucks sake, fine, put it on me”

“N-no it’s fine, you don’t havta if you don’t wanna” She whispered quietly looking down ‘dejectedly’, her lips biting back a smile as she heard Henry’s breaths start to deepen, he was giving in..

“No baby, I wanna, now put it on your man” He grumbled with a tight lipped smile, his vest already being thrown to the side, his wife scrambling to shove the loose and plushy fabric over his body, with it even looking big on Henry; now imagine how it looked on little Y/n.

“See! Look we’re matching, a-and we’re in the same hoodie, w-we can feel” She giggled excitedly pulling the hood up over his frumpy face, pulling her arms in from her sleeves and instead wrapping them around his bare torso. Both of them enveloped in this cocoon of warmth and fluff. Leaning back down against the couch, automatically her body was flush against his, her head hidden inside the hoodie as she slowly dozed off.

After about 10 minutes Henry had realised he hadn’t received another kiss on his chest, in fact she hadn’t really said anything at all. Slowly peeking in under her hood, he saw her softly snoring away on his chest, hidden away from the harsh world; safely sleeping against her protector, her husband. Henry would be a liar if he said he didn’t like this new hoodie, in fact he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t buy more of them after this.

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PSA: This was way better planned in my head so kinda disappointed, BUT on a lighter note, one more Lumberjack!Fic and I will be starting the pregnancy 🤰 trope

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tan1shere · 2 months

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Okay I am obsessed with film wife! Can you do like a fight imagine? Maybe the reader and Miko get into a huge argument but have to act like everything is okay to everyone else. (With whatever ending you choose) I just wonder how she’d be in an argument.

Make it up to you

Young Miko x Female reader !

A/n: at your service 😌 enjoy everyone !!

Summary: you both work alot, but Miko has been taking some time off, to have a break. Not for the best reasons. So when you ask nicely the morning before the incident, to do some things around your shared apartment and come back to them not been done. All hell breaks loose. But don't worry she will make it up to you ;)

Warnings: angst, smut, so mdni. Fingering (r!receiving) bathtub sex ?? Mentions of drinking, fair warning I do not speak Spanish so there probably won't be anything in here apart from some names 🙃

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She's coming through the door. She had been drinking, you could smell the tangy stench from your stance in the living room, of your small apartment you and Miko shared.

Later that morning

"Hey, do you think you can do a few things for me while I'm at work?" You ask the silvery blonde sitting on the couch, watching TV. She hums. "Miko?" As you say that she looks at you. But briefly. "Yeah yeah sure, whatever you need baby." You put your shoes on. "Just the dishes and the laundry thats piling up in the wash house." You grab your keys, but not before giving her a kiss goodbye. "Please do those things I asked." You smile at her sweetly, she nods in return.

"This is the 4th night in a row you've been out." You speak dryly. You dunno what's gotten into her but she's spiraling. "So what." She shrugs, closing the door and beginning to take off her shoes. "María." Oh she's fucked. "What the hell is up with you, do enlighten me because I'm getting sick of this behavior." She scoffs. "What are you my mother." You furrow your brows at that statement. "I'm swamped with so much shit at work the least you could do is tidy up a bit around here. In our home." She doesn't say anything. You go closer to her. "Baby just tell me what's bothering y-" She looks at you with anger. "You wanna know why I've been out drinking huh? Why I'm taking a break from work. I have absolutely no motivation and all I feel like doing is nothing." She spat, stomping closer to you. You back up a bit confused by this sudden behavior. "And I don't need you nagging me to do stuff all the god damn fucking time." You stare at her. "There's no. Need to take it out on me." She rolls her eyes. "That's the thing. I want to take it out on you. You're infuriating."

Shock. Disbelief. Did she really just say that. Your face softens, you slowly look down. "Maybe you should be the one made to do the dishes." She pokes your shoulder making you move it slightly, grabbing onto it. Feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You wanted to say something, but you just couldn't. So instead you go into your guys room, letting them slowly fall as you grab her pillow and chuck it at her. "You're a fucking asshole." You look at her with the tears streaming down. She's fucked up big time. And she realizes in that moment. "Bab-" But you don't hear it as you slam the door in her face. Curling up on the bed. All you wanted was something nice to come home to. Come home to your loving girlfriend to have some time with her, coming back to a nice clean apartment. After an awful day at your boring job.

But there was none of that. None of her at all. You came home to a mess, making your stress levels increase, making you stress more to find she wasn't even home to greet you. She was out drinking like some old man, who was wishing his life away. That's not Miko. At all. You didn't want to think any longer, bringing the sheets over your body. Crying yourself to sleep.

You woke up early the next morning like you usually did. Getting ready to enter hell, putting on a smile. Miko was never awake at this time so you prayed you didn't have to conversate with her until atleast later on in the evening. You leave your guys shared room to see her on the couch, dead asleep. You let out a tiny breath of relief. Heading out the door quietly to go to work.

You try to get the right key about to open the door. You had come home later and let's just say you were very tired. You were fully expecting Miko to be gone. Again. But confusion washed over you when you smelt food? You open the door more to see the table set with a full meal. You look around. Dishes, clean. "Miko?" You call out, as you set your stuff down. You look into your apartment further hearing a tap going, you head for the bathroom seeing her kneeling at the bath putting some bubbles in there and fixing up a few last things. You melt at the fact she's done all this.

She notices your presence. Quickly standing. "I uhm. I apologize for last night, and- the many nights before." She sighs but continues. "It was wrong of me to say what I said it truly was. You work so hard, I never really realized nor appreciated it. You're amazing and to have to deal with my ass like you do is amazing. Again, I'm so deeply sorry." You smile at her, immediately going to kiss her with so much passion. "Thank you for all of this. But I just want to say. You can come to me my love. If you're going through something I'm here, always will be. You don't needa go off drinking like some middle-aged man. You have me." You say with so much adoration. She smiles at you and nods. "I love you."

"I love you." After a moment she gestures for you to follow her. "I cooked." Your smile widens. You love when she cooks for you, she makes the best food. "It smells amazing baby." That made her truly happy inside. "I'm so glad you like it." She kisses your cheek and joins you at the table.

As you finish you lean back into your chair. "Ah ah- I already planned your bath, then you can have some well needed rest. I might of gotten you the day off.. For 3 days." You look at her, even more confused then you were, when you came in. "How- what- huh?" She nods, going to stand. "I did some persuading." She winks at you, earning a light chuckle from your lips. "I missed this. Us having our meals. You." She rubs your arm. "I won't let what happened last night happen ever again. It was wrong and hurtful, again I'm so sorry mama." You just hug her, feeling so grateful for what you had with her.

"Right bath time. Go get ready- we'll un ready rather. But go do that and I'll get you the last things you'll need." You get on your tiptoes to kiss her, scurrying off to the bathroom, the smell was beautiful and calm in there, the lights were a lil dim only source of light was from the small candles littered around. You undress, hoping in and letting out a content sigh, closing your eyes as you let the warmth go over your body. Miko comes in with a fresh towel and your night clothes. Setting them on the counter. She gives you a smile before leaving. "Wait-" You make her stop in her tracks. Turning to face you.

"Please join me, will you?" She begins to walk back in taking her shirt off, and everything else getting in with you. You move so she can squeeze in behind you, putting her arms around your torso and holding you close. "Thank you." You say with a genuine smile. "You're so very welcome." A comforting silence fell upon the room. Until it started to get steamy, and no not because of the water temperature. Her hands start to slowly move over your body. Inching closer to where you need her. "Please.." You blurt out. She hushes you gently. "I will, promise. I wanna take care of my girl." You bit your lip as her hand came closer. Closer. Then boom, that amazing feeling of her fingers sent a shockwave through your body, reaching her destination. You let out a soft moan, feeling her fingers creeping to your center.

Slipping them in with ease, she began to move them in you. Adding another finger, stretching you out. You let your head fall back onto her shoulder. "Good apology?" She breathes out watching as you begin to grind your hips down on her hand. "Mhmm-" You let out, cutting it short with yet another moan. "F-feels so good." "Only the best for you mama, only the best." You bit your lip as she increases the speed, letting your mouth hang open as you near your orgasm. She feels it, feels you clench. "There you go, cum for me mi amor." The name rolled off her tongue effortlessly. Not the only thing she can do with that tongue. You let go almost immediately. Letting out the most pretty sounds (according to her) she continues until you are completely finished. Removing her fingers, and using her other and to brush hair out of your face. It was safe to say, she was never going to do what she did again.

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piedpiperart · 9 months

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Phantom of Gotham 18

Chapter 17

”I can’t believe you!” Tim exclaimed, punching Danny in the arm when he spotted him in class.

“Ouch!” Danny laughed nervously, rubbing his arm. “You-”

“You could have told me you were leaving! Or at least talked to us about it first,”Tim said, exasperated. Danny watched him throw himself into the seat next to Danny dramatically and throw his bag down, only to dig through it for a tupperware of… oh, were those Alfred’s cookies? Danny hoped they were for him. Alfred’s cookies were awesome. “Now even Damian is bugging me about you and telling me to just take you home after school.”

“Uh, you guys did say I could leave and that you wouldn’t call CPS,”Danny reminded him, rubbing the back of his neck. Tim gave him a look, blowing some bangs out of his eyes.

“Yes. And we’ll stick to that. But you know we only said that because we’d hope to convince you to stay at the manor. Because we’re rich and we have an infinite amount of space for you to stay,”Tim stressed. “Seriously. Where are you staying now?”

“Not telling,”Danny deflected immediately. “You guys got a frickin’ vigilante working for you, I’m not a snitch.”

“That’s not-” Tim threw his hands into the air exasperatedly. “Fine! But only talkers get cookies,”Tim glared, sliding the tupperware of solid gold goodness away from Danny’s hands. Danny pouted, but didn’t relent.

The day continued like that, with Tim trying to convince him to stay at the manor, while Danny deflected and changed subjects like a bored teen changing channels on a tv. I was getting cumbersome for both of them by lunch though, and they’d settled for a truce. Danny ended up getting a few cookies while Steph joined them at the lunch table. She was soon cackling over the Waynes losing a potential adoptee and for Danny sneaking out. They high-fived. Tim was not amused. By the multitude of texts to Tim’s phone, the family wasn’t either.

RobinHood

Went to the Pizzaria, kid’s stuff is gone.

LittleJohn

Damn. I got nothing on my end. Any ideas?

RobinHood

Tail him after school

MaidMarian

You think he’ll notice?

LittleJohn

Well, he might if he’s got a ghost looking out for him Steph. We’re not sure where Phantom went the other day but we do know that Danny got out of the manor without triggering any security.

RobinHood

Plus Phantom is friends with Danny.

MaidMarian

Eh, we can still try. Or just kidnap him as civilians (≖⌣≖)

LittleJohn

Eh… Maybe. Last resort.

RobinHood

I could just take him from school

MaidMarian

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LittleJohn

No!! That would be so much worse oh my god

Jason sighed at his brother’s lack of creativity. He’d thought the Pizzaria might have been cleared out but seeing it for himself still made his heart sink. If only there was some clues to where the kid had gone, he thought. No doubt he was anywhere but around Hood’s territory now.

To be fair, he wasn’t nearly as worried about the kid now that he knew he had ghost powers that helped him survive. Still, Jason knew living on the streets wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Part of him thought that maybe the kid was scared that everyone hunting him would put the Waynes in danger. He wasn’t wrong to think that, but they could handle themselves. Sure, ghosts were a new thing for them, but they adapted. Made plans.

Jason wasn’t sure they’d be able to keep Danny or Phantom in one place without using some kind of ghost technology like the GIW or call in a magic user. Except Jason didn’t want to think about having weapons that Danny’s parents made to hurt him. From what he could tell, ghosts weren’t as much of a problem to humans as humans were to ghosts. Jason didn’t need ghost weapons to deal with the GIW, and he sure as hell was gonna deal with them.

The Bats had been gathering information on them like crazy. Babs was still hacking their databases and Batman was putting together a plan to inform the Justice League. They weren’t entirely sure this was something the Green Lanterns needed to take up to the OA, but if it was they’d cross that bridge when they got to it.

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Damian was furious.

He’d been texting Timothy nonstop about Danny and yet- unsurprisingly- his older brother had been unable to convince the boy to come back to the manor. Frustratingly, Timothy had not even responded to any of his text messages since lunch time and hadn’t come to the manor after school. Even Todd wasn’t answering any of his messages- plans- to convince Danny to join the family. It had been two days and Danny had still been staying who knows where. The family had not even tried to follow him home out of some misguided respect for privacy and free will. He was sure Danny was somewhere abandoned, likely somewhere lacking proper water and heat. Damian was beyond frustrated that all his hard work getting Danny used to a stable meal plan was for nothing.

It was ridiculous how dumb Danny was acting in regards to his own safety. As one of the few species of half ghost around, he had the survival instincts of a paper bag, and Damian was of the opinion that he should be trying a lot harder considering his status. Damian had no idea why Danny would think they wouldn’t be able to protect and care for him at the manor. Obviously, Danny was an asset when it came to the Ghostly dimension given his halfa status and friendship with Phantom. There was no other reason why he wanted Danny to stay. It wasn’t like he missed the boy. Even if he was better than Timothy in every way, and had intriguing powers that he trusted Damian with. Not at all.

Damian scoffed, adjusting his tie for the third time. He didn’t want to go to this infernal Gala, especially when only Grayson and his father were attending. Cass was still in Hong Kong, and Jason and Timothy had other plans. Damian hoped those plans included getting Danny to stay at the manor. He would no doubt be a good sidekick for when Damian was older, and he would not be letting Danny slip through his fingers.

“Are you ready Baby bat?” Grayson asked, a grin on his face and despite the formal wear, he’d somehow convinced Father to let him wear a glittery monstrosity instead of a tie. “There’s gonna be a few people B wants us to keep an eye on, wanna help me with surveillance?” Damian scoffed. “Why not. It’s not as if there will be anything else of importance going on,”He added. Grayson gave him a knowing smile, as if he was recalling just how boring and overly formal these parties were.

“I’d say you get used to it, but…”Grayson trailed off, sighing dramatically. “Never do.” He shook his head, then they made their way to the front where Alfred and Bruce were waiting with the car.

As far as Galas go, it was certainly not the most boring, but it definitely wasn’t providing any riveting conversations. As far as surveillance, Damian was able to trade off with Grayson during the night, switching targets and gleaming information as they went. It was no surprise that Mr. Elwood was simply in an affair than any nefarious business deals. Ms. Green on the other hand was definitely collaborating with some of the shader patrons in the Gala, whom Father suspected had ties to Penguin.

Though, there was one target that Damian couldn’t get a read on. He was tall, haughty, and self-absorbed, yet according to B, had a perfectly clean multi-million dollar business despite multiple complaints and signs to otherwise. Damian in particular hated him on principle for the way he looked down on everyone around him. He ignored how hypocritical that statement might be and chose to eye the billionaire talking with his father.

“As I was saying, my son Daniel reminds me a lot of your sons,”Vlad was saying to Bruce. He was wearing a gray suit with a black shirt and an annoyingly green tie. Damian was certain it was some type of football paraphernalia. “He’s very headstrong and independent for one. How do you deal with your sons when they refuse to listen to reason?”

“Oh?” Brucie said with an exaggerated confused look. He ignored the concerning question for now.“I was unaware you had any children.”

Annoyance and something else flashed across Vlad’s face before he schooled his expression to exasperation. Damian sneered at the man internally. “Ah of course, Daniel is technically my godson, but he’s like a son to me. We have a lot in common,”Vlad explained, a sneer suddenly forming and taking Damian by surprise,”At least more than his father has with him. Honestly, his mother could do so much better than that bumbling idiot.”

“Where is this Daniel then?” Damian cut in, garnering the attention of both men. Vlad seemed surprised to see him, if not a bit jealous. “If you are so close, how come he didn’t join you here?”

“I would have loved to have the little badger here beside me,”Vlad’s face twisted into something like sadness, but missed the mark. “Unfortunately, Daniel’s gone missing these past few months without so much as a word.”

Damian frowned as his father offered meaningless sympathies. Daniel? Vlad had been from Wisconsin, but he recalled the man having some sort of dealings in Amity. After a moment he remembered and scowled. This man was the Mayor of Danny’s town. He was the one who’d let the GIW in in the first place, surely. Looking up at the man’s false mask, set on gaining sympathy from his father made him light up with contempt.

“Of course,”Vlad was saying when Damian started paying attention again.”I had originally come to Gotham to find him, you see. I’d heard something about him being spotted in the area and just had to check it out for myself.”

That was bad. If he was talking about Danny, then Vlad somehow had gotten ahold of information about his whereabouts. Who else had that intel? Was the GIW or the Fentons on his tail? Was Danny in danger? He quickly excused himself from the two adults and meandered over to his elder brother to relay the information. Hopefully they could get Danny to a safe location before something bad happened.

Chapter 19

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ghost-in-the-corner · 11 months

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When TikTok started becoming a thing in Gotham, Bruce preemptively put a ban on it for all the Bats. He even wrote some code ensuring that it couldn't be downloaded on any of their vigilante tech. He knew his kids.

But sometimes, Bruce would forget how damn smart his kids are.

Tim and Babs pulled a couple all nighters. They needed to find a way that would not only allow them to post TikToks underneath Bruce's watch, but that it also had a strong enough firewall so Bruce couldn't do a thing about it. Soon enough, they created an app that could be put onto their patrol phones, allowing them to post TikToks to their verified accounts all completely untraceable.

Not even an hour after it was done, there were 3 different videos of Nightwing doing different TikTok dances (with a few extra embellishments, naturally).

Surprisingly, the next video up was from Black Bat, who snuck up on Nightwing during one of the dances. He screamed and fell flat on his face.

Over the next few nights, all of the Batkids take insane amounts of videos, mostly of each other. There's

dance trends done in very impossible ways

Robin promoting different shelter pets

reviews of each other's moves and costumes

Red Robin posted a few sleep deprived rants that too many people stitch and overanalyze

commentary on various things around Gotham

Spoiler doing that ambushing people with questions thing

constant Batman/Justice League trashing

Red Hood's Joker distrack

Signal has a couple popular videos rating different local restaurants

tips on weapons and self defense

positive affirmations

Nightwing and Harley Quinn's disasterous fashion series

and way too many swear words from Red Hood and Bluebird

Naturally, all of their accounts blew up. The most popular one is Oracle's, since she posts videos of the Batfamily's biggest patrol fails whenever she was mad at someone. Or got bored during patrol. Or it was a day that ended in y.

When Bruce tried to put a stop to it, everyone just ignored him. Eventually, he resigned to his fate, and all of the Bats found pure joy in making videos with him moping in the background, or the even more popular Batman standing in the middle and grumbling while Red Robin and Black Bat floss next to him.

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underthe-redhood · 1 year

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our last chance

- a/n: it's mentioned that the reader is the daughter of bruce and selina, but it's never mentioned that she's biologically related, so you could definitely interpret it as her being adopted by them!

7. step one: arm’s length

- synopsis\\ you watch as dick runs off after batman betrays him for the last time, causing the family to fall apart. after an explosion, and a time machine, with a speedster to help you, you have one last chance to stop history from repeating itself.

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you sat in your room staring at the grey clock hanging on your wall. it was ticking away towards noon, and you had yet to go downstairs. you'd been up for a few hours, but you couldn't bring yourself to go down there until you were sure you were ready to start step one. you and bart agreed that to start things off, you needed to distance dick from barbara because the less attached he is the less everything will hurt should you fail to stop the affair.

but how? you were gonna start by getting in the way of them spending time together, which you didn't think babs would mind too much. and you were planning on pushing him close to his other friends like kori and wally. but, would that be enough? you got up from your desk and walked over to your bed to lay back down. you couldn't stay in your room forever, you were on a time limit.

maybe you could try what bart does and plan as you go? it sounded new, and it sounded uncomfortable. but it worked for bart, so maybe it'd work for you? either way, nothing would get done if you stayed in your room so you got up went to find dick. it wasn't quite noon yet, so you started by checking the kitchen. as you assumed, he was sitting there eating cereal with tim.

"hey y/n," tim said as you walked over to them and sat next to him.

"hey timmy, are either of you doing anything today?"

"i have plans with wally, why what's up?" dick said.

"nothing really, i just have a boring day ahead of me," you told him. "is bart coming with you?"

"bart?" tim asked, confused as to why you were bringing him up. you had to remember that at this point in time you'd seen him maybe once or twice in passing.

"yeah, flash's grandson right?" you said smoothly, then looked back at dick.

"i'm not sure, why?" dick asked. he was eyeing you suspiciously. you'd already let it slip to him that you'd hung out with bart once. you didn't wanna mess anything up for yourself.

"if he's gonna be there, can i come along too?" if not to watch how dick is doing, you at least wanted to hang out with bart. even with all the time you'd already been spending with him, you kinda just wanted to see him more.

"since when have you liked hanging out with bart? i didn't even know you knew him," tim said, also suspicious now. you kinda forgot to think about how were you gonna explain it to him.

"neither did i," dick said, leading you further into a corner where you'd have to explain yourself.

"well i don't, not yet anyway," you said, it was a lame response but what else were you gonna say.

"and you want to because?" tim continued, if you were gonna take an interest in one of his best friends then he was gonna find out exactly why.

"he's cute," you blurred out. cute? well, you'd officially screwed yourself over. dick's eyes widened and tim's mouth was slightly open in shock.

"you can't date him"/"bart's off limits", they both shouted.

"keep your voices down before someone hears you, jesus! that's not how i meant that," but was it? "so can i come or not?"

"absolutely not," dick said. you saw this coming the second those words left your mouth.

time to say something else that was gutsy, "if bart is there i'm coming. i'm not gonna date him, so you don't have to freak out," you said.

"in that case i'm coming too," tim chimed in. "i wanna make sure there's nothing already going on between the two of you." maybe winging it wasn't gonna work out too well for you.

~~~~~

"i thought you were planning on going somewhere," you said to dick, unenthusiastically.

"the batcave is somewhere," he said, tossing a batarang up into the air and catching it.

"somewhere out," you clarified. you turned your attention over to tim who was sitting on the ground, lost in thought and mumbling to himself. "are you okay?" you asked him.

"i just don't get what you see in him," he started. you'd been waiting for wally to show up, hopefully with bart, and you were all bored out of your minds. "i mean, he's bart!"

"glad to see you think so highly of your best friend," you said sarcastically.

"you know what i mean," he said. "do you even really remember what he looks like? how can you be sure he's actually cute?" he whined.

"timmy, i meant that in a friendly way i swear!" you were hoping the speedsters would show up soon and end this conversation.

"what does that even mean! besides, what makes you think he's even gonna show up," tim said. he had a point, but only because he didn't know what you knew. you were sure bart would show up to see you and dick, but you couldn't explain that.

so instead, you just went with another lame excuse, "he'll probably show up because he knows you're here." as you finished saying that, another realization crossed your mind. bart didn't know that you'd accidentally called him cute. he was gonna get grilled by tim, and maybe even dick, without really knowing why. you'd tell him, but how do you just casually tell someone you called them cute to your brothers?

you decided bart was just gonna have to manage, you'd make it up to him somehow later. thankfully, the zeta tubes finally glowed and two lit up figures stepped out. "hey dick," wally greeted. "i hope you don't mind that i brought bart along, he kept pestering me about seeing tim because apparently seeing him all the time at titans tower isn't enough," wally sighed.

you smiled, bart pulled through just like you knew he would. you could always count on him, and that meant more to you than you could express. bart smiled at you and sped over to where you and tim were and dick and wally started a conversation of their own. "hey bart," tim eyed him.

"hey tim?" bart raised an eyebrow at him, then turned to look at you hoping you'd say something to at least clue him in on what might be about to happen.

instead, you gave an apologetic look as tim continued, "what a coincidence seeing you here."

bart looked like got what was happening, "well i knew you were gonna be here," he said. and that seemed to be enough for tim. you may have slipped up, but at least he thought it was one sided.

then dick called out, "hey we're going on a donut run with barbara and artemis, do you want anything while we're out?" from the stairs.

you replied with, "no we're good!" and tim looked over at you disappointed.

"i wanted chocolate donuts," he said, but dick and wally were already in the elevator shaft.

"i'll go tell him," you offered, and took that chance to leave as well. you went back to the manor, but the two of them were already gone of course. you paced around up stairs trying to think of a plan. maybe if you caused a fake scene or whatever then you'd be able to call batgirl to it and get her away from dick?

as bad as you felt about keeping him away from his girlfriend, you needed to keep them at arms length for his own good. you went back down to the batcave where tim and bart were now nerding out together. "i wasn't able to catch them, but maybe you and bart could just meet them there?"

"aren't they going on a double date? it'd be awkward if we just showed up for donuts," tim said.

"so then call stephanie and make it a triple date," you suggested.

"what about bart?" tim asked, and you replied maybe just a bit too quickly.

"bart will be fine!" you said, which made tim look at you weirdly. he then looked over at bart who only agreed with you. "plus it's not like dick is gonna mind, he always says the more the merrier," you added.

"yeah i guess," tim said as he pulled out his phone to call stephanie. he started walking back to the manor and called out, "i'll see you later." he probably assumed bart was going to home and you were thankful he actually left instead of staying to watch and make sure.

but then it hit you, "can you zeta back to central city and then run here? wait do you know how to get in without using the zeta tubes?" you said to him.

"yeah, i've done it a couple times with tim. but why do i need to leave and run back?" he asked, confused.

"because knowing dick he's gonna come back and check the zeta tube records and he's gonna get suspicious if he sees you never left even after tim joined them," you explained.

"why not just lie about dating or something, wouldn't that make it easier to sneak around for this plan?" he asked, and it took you a hot second to realize he was being fully serious.

"bart, that's sweet but have you met anyone in my family? you wouldn't live to help me with the second step," you said.

"you're exaggerating, right?" he asked oh so innocently.

"after living with damian i'm not so sure that i am," you told him. "if we ever date we'd have to keep it a secret."

"if we ever date?" he asked with a teasing tone and you immediately became hyper-aware of what you'd just said. at least it was salvageable.

"well i just, uh you know, like hypothetically," you stumbled all over your words.

and with that he shook his head with a quiet laugh and zeta'd back to central city. he then showed back up a couple minutes later and the two of you got to work. you walked over to the bat-computer and pulled up barbara's location.

who knew bruce's stalker habits would one day help you too. "maybe i can anonymously send her phone a random location in gotham and get her to show up?"

"won't she be able to eventually trace it back to the bat-computer though? how would you do that?" he asked. that made you think, and after a few moments you finally had a solid idea.

"okay so i think i have a plan, you should go to the café that they're at. if you can beat them there, which you probably can because tim is with them now, then you can tell me when you see babs look down at her phone and i can send a fake bat signal that looks real enough for her to take it seriously and show up, but also enough like a glitch for her to think that's what happened when she shows up to an empty alley.

"what about dick?" bart asked, which was reasonable but you didn't think you'd have to worry about it.

"if we're fast enough then babs will tell him she had to dip and i bet she's gonna tell him she can handle it on his own and that he should stay with the others. i really don't think she's gonna go out of her way to spend time with him right now, which kinda makes this easier for us," you told him.

"okay yeah, that makes sense," he said. "so should i run over now?"

"yes, and hurry," you urged him. he sped off and about a minute and a half later you got a text from him.

bart: okay, she's sitting down at one of the booths

i'm standing awkwardly at the bus stop across the street

oh wait she's looking down at her phone!

as soon as that text popped up you hit the button on the bat-computer that sent the signal. and then immediately canceled it. although you couldn't see it, barbara had a look of confusion on her face that was soon followed by a look of relief. as sad as it was, you were right. she was glad she didn't have to spend the day with dick, and so she took off.

bart: she's grabbing her jacket and getting up

i think your plan worked!

you: yes!

you should head back here before the others show up and see you

he left you on read but about a minute and half later you were met with a gust of wind and bart. "so now that we have some free time," he smirked, "let's go back to what you said earlier."

"what i said earlier?" you asked him. you were hoping he wasn't referencing what you assumed he was.

"if we were to date," and somehow his smile grew just a little bit more.

"it was just a hypothetical, i swear!" you said. he'd gotten his flirty personality from wally, no doubt. it was oddly likeable. but you just saw him as a friend, you were pretty sure. you just happened to sometimes say some silly things. that's all.

"uh huh, whatever you say," he teased. but at this point, you were smiling too. well, you were smiling until you felt your phone buzzing. you pulled it out to see,

INCOMING CALL: dick :3

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randombatcharts · 1 year

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What instruments I think the Batfamily would play

Dick-He would either play saxophone or flute. I see him as the type of person to bust out a sax and play careless whisper, or choose a flute thinking it would be fun to play.

Babs-I think she would play clarinet. I might be biased due to other redheads I know playing it, but it seems right.

Jason- I see him playing trumpet. He just seems very trumpet player-ey.

Tim- Trombone no question. Half the trombone players I know are super chill and witty, and I can see him getting one of the others to slam an oven if he wanted to play the “when dad’s not home”

Steph- She would play the oboe or tuba, starting out as a joke, and then get really invested in it.

Cass- I see her playing the flute, because it is a lighter instrument. It kind of will sometimes remind me of ballet, and think it would fit her.

Damian- I want to say he would play euphonium, due to it sounding really pretty and seem elegant and being a low brass instrument, and can sound very light. It is also used commonly in melody with slow pieces or marches. (I just wanted to say someone would play this, because I love how it sounds. Holding a marching baritone sucks though 0/10 recommend)

Duke- percussion. Although he is seen as the calm member, he started a gang, and U think he would rock the drums.

I did not want to add Bruce or Alfred, because I feel like they would play string instruments, and also did not want to justify. Not all of them fit the best, and explanations are a bit weird, but I stand by my choices at least for Tim and Jay. Did not know what Duke would be, and thought it would work. I thought about this when I was watching a band rehearsal, and although I love playing, they can get a bit boring to watch, and started thinking about what they would play in a concert band type setting. I would love to hear what others think their instruments would be. Thanks!

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dino-boyo-agere · 1 year

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Spider-Man headcanons for @dovey-luv-bug cuz he's da bestest superhero there is!!!

I'm going: Peter Parker, Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy & Collectively ╰→ personally, I have the comic versions of them in mind

Peter Parker's Spider-Man -any one of them lol-:

He definitely has ADHD and is constantly stimming.

Also always has some stim toys at hand

Peter is a wild child, always running around.

Confident in his regression and pretty open about it, he actively tries to break the stigma.

Peter tends to get hurt, scraped knees, little cuts, etc. So his cg always carries Band-Aids.

LOVES to play "big brother" for other little ones and/ or kiddos.

He will get mad at you, if you forget to give his teddies a good night kiss on the forehead.

Prefers to read the good night story himself, instead of being read to.

When he's smaller than 7, Peter just makes up a story, that he think would fit the pictures in the book.. reading is hard.

Does not enjoy bath time, it's boring.

Miles Morales' Spider-Man:

Probably definitely autistic..

He is less hyperactive then Peter and prefers to chill and watch cartoons over actively playing.

HUGE cuddle bug!

Bad textures can ruin his whole day.

Gets overstimulated quite quickly, when smol and is prone to meltdowns.

Miles is way less confident about his regression. He tries to hide it because he's embarrassed about regressing.

Extra clumsy when little & needs all his boo-boos kissed immediately!!

The phrase "I'm a big boy 😤" gets repeated like a broken record.. It's not convincing anyone though.

Tends to get lost in "bad thought spirals" and needs his cg to pull him out of them.

Has a plushie he tells all his worries to. It's a dog with a zipper on the belly, so he can write down/ draw his worries and put them in the pouch if their to hard to talk about (yet) and puppy can eat them up.. His cg checks the notes every once in a while (with permission ofc). The plushie's name is "Therapuppy".

Really enjoys bath time, especially the extra attention from his cg.

Likes drawing & crafting of any kind.

Gwen Stacy's Spider-Woman/ Spider-Gwen:

Also autistic, definitely.

She is a flip and i see her slightly leaning to being a cg.

Just like Peter, Gwen talks openly about age regression, to break the stigma.

Also loves to help take care of "little sibbies" when small (just like Peter does).

Likes being called "big sis" when smol and "Ma" when in cg headspace.

Gwen likes to dance when & with little(s)

Definitely overprotective and overly cautious.. even when tiny, she worries quite a lot.

Likes to doctor her plushies and dolls back to health.

Enjoys to play pretend and go on adventures.

Collectively -all 3 Spider-Babs-:

Neurodivergent!!

It's a trauma response for all of them, but Peter & Gwen came to love it and like to regress just for fun and to relax sometimes. Miles will get there too, someday..

Sweetest little angels, so affectionate.

None of them have one certain cg, whichever trusted person is available will take care of the tiny ones! (often a Avengers member.. Though I personally especially LOVE Wade Wilson [Deadpool] as Peter's cg cuz I luv their comics together.. Aunt May is also an amazing cg!! Miles' Mom and Dad actually really enjoy to take care of little him & so does Gwen's dad with her.)

That's all I can think of right now, I might add to it later though! <3

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Tagging @pink-crayon-princess bc they said they'd love to hear some head canons aswell <3

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