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[milknhonies]

Daddy's Final Deal

Oneshot Summary: Your possessive Step-Father Bruce Wayne decides he cannot bare you leaving for college...so he leans on a friend who shares the same obsession for you. He offers him a deal.

Oneshot Warning: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Non-Con, CNC, Grooming (all characters are of legal age.) Bondage, P in V, Oral Sex, Threesome, Exhibition, Vouyerism, pseudo-incest between step-father & step daughter, pimping if you squint, breeding kink if you squint. No condoms/unsafe sex.

Word Count: 10.2k

Author Notes: This is a gift for @cardierreh15 after a playful dare. I hope you enjoy this babe 🥺✨

Gently laid on soft satin bed sheets, your thoughts were consumed with the evening discussion that you had during supper with your step-father Bruce and his best friend Clark, followed by the unexpected marriage proposal Clark had made. You were surprised Clark had wanted your hand for any other purpose than for your step-father’s wealth– you would have never guessed his feelings for your because he was usually so calm and friendly with everyone. Yet he had asked you softly if you would consider being his wife with a warm smile, and you knew he was serious from the glint in his eyes. It was like your lungs were drowning with how difficult it was to breathe.

For the first time, your heart stirred, void of fear and worry.

You didn’t outright decline his offer, but a decision of this magnitude deserved more than a hasty reply. You had to think this through being that you were so caught if guard in the first place, so you demurred by saying you needed time to think about your official answer. After all, you were just a month away from starting college. You wanted to be a journalist like Clark despite Bruce’s protests and alternative encouragement for you to remain home and attend charity balls with him. Besides, Clark was a bit too old…a little younger than Bruce but both men still had twenty years on you.

If age wasn’t the defining taboo, you had noted Clark was a gentleman who had the ability to make you laugh. If anything was to happen to Bruce or Alfred, you felt Clark would be the most reliable shoulder to lean against.

You rolled over and sighed, you held your blanket up to your chin and continued to ponder.

Clark Kent...he would be a decent husband, but did you have feelings for him? He was rather charming and undeniably handsome. It was something that you would probably lose sleep over in the future.

Clark had approached the topic very calmly, almost shyly, and Bruce had seemed to be expecting this. That made it obvious to your that Clark had asked your step-father first, and Bruce would not have let his best friend ask you if he did not approve first...Bruce in fact was smiling at dinner and that smile fell when you have your polite neutral response.

Suddenly the wine he had let your drink felt a little sickly in your belly. You excuses yourself as soon as you could to your bedroom.

You rolled over in your sheets and sighed softly, snuggling up under the thick duvet and nuzzling the thousand-dollar pillows. It confused you, but the more you thought about it, the less absurd it became. You giggled. Clark would make a very good husband, and you would be lucky to have someone such as him, of such a good but firm character, always with an easy smile or an encouraging word for you. And he had always been a good friend to you, respecting your interests in writing, sometimes babying you, which girls your age might find annoying but you didn’t mind.

The boys your age were so horny and stupid...immature. it was impossible to see them as providers for the families that they claimed to want for themselves.

So saying “yes” to Clark would feel a little weird to you, but what real reason was there to say no? Did you have someone else? You might’ve shared kisses along your teens in highschool, yet none of them swept you off your feet enough to like them.

You were just glad that Clark had agreed to let your think about it. His smile had been relaxed, and he showed no anger or resentment. His eyes did appear tighter, other than that it even seemed as if he had expected your hesitation and was willing to wait. Clark was always so understanding, why wouldn’t he be about such an important question like this?

You shut your eyes with a smile.

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Meanwhile, the men remained downstairs in the library, in front of the fireplace, and Clark looked across the flames at his best friend.

“Are you sure you still want to go through with this Bruce?” he asked.

The men had known each other for years and had grown a close bond in friendship and other activities. And if course it was bound to slip from one man’s lips to the other about their depraved thoughts, desires and fantasies....it turns out they shared a common denominator... You.

Over a month ago they were sitting in the same place discussing the same issue about to occur...losing you.

They knew if you left for college, you’d meet some cocky asshole studying to be a lawyer or doctor, get pregnant, get married quickly only to suffer a uncommitted marriage and end in a heart breaking divorce.

What type of men would they be if they watched their favourite girl fall to such demise as that!?

Bruce had married your mother when you were fourteen and he was the best dad you could ever ask for. He helped with your homework and taught you to swim while he paid for your mother’s chemo therapy.

When she died three years ago, you’d just finished highschool. You were totally shattered and put off summer break and college until you knew you were prepared. But now Clark had dumped the marriage proposal.

Clark sighed. His best friend's idea wasn’t totally a surprise to him. Bruce had planned this.

Clark recalled how Bruce was constantly looking out for you; his protectiveness as a stepfather, while perhaps misguided, was undeniably apparent. It was clear that he cared about you deeply and had shown no interest in any other woman since the passing of his wife—your mother. Clark often caught Bruce gazing at you with a loving and compassionate gaze, as if he were contemplating the best way to look after you.

During those days Clark was scared to share his own perverse thoughts...oh how the man wanted to look after you. You always were so lovely around him, so eager to gain his attention and praise, perhaps as another fatherly figure she could cling to...It wasn’t hard for Bruce to see that Clark loved you dearly and was clearly proud of your accomplishments. Clark was proud like a second father.... Except he wanted to do things no father should ever do to their little girls. He almost lost it one day when he walked in on you, on your hands and knees scrubbing the carpet before Alfred could find the stains you’d made when stealing some red whine from Bruce’s cellar. Your skirt was a tad too short, the hem pulled up over your ass cheeks and crotch. Clark held back from ripping those white nylon leggings with those cute pink panties and shoving his cock deep in your tight cunt.

He wondered if Bruce ever found out about the stain...he touched himself imagining Mister Wayne spanking his wayward little minx of a daughter over his knees.

Clark wanted you. Bruce wanted you and the moment they both figured it out, neither of them could judge each other for their thoughts....

They decided Clark would ask for your hand and the billionaire of Gotham would give his best friend his blessing – on one condition.

The idea was foul and taboo, and Clark was not sure whether he should deny to it or not. But this was his best friend, the loving step-father who cared about the young woman Clark wanted to marry as much as he did if not more. You had shared things in the past, and whenever you had debated or ‘fought’ over things, it was always light hearted, and never bitter.

“Of course I do, if not now then not ever Clark....” Bruce replied with a brief nod, “Tonight might be the only chance we get.”

Clark nodded slowly for a moment. Yes, he cared for you and had done so for a long time. He was happy that when he asked, you had not acted with shock or revulsion. But you had seemed surprised and hesitant, and he could not blame your for being shy and uncertain.

“What if she says no?” he asked.

Bruce’s eyes darkened, “She will...at first. Are you capable of pushing through that Kent?”

The super man smirked sickly. Of course he could. Clark nodded.

“She is going to be scared,” Bruce replied with certainty as he slowly turned his head towards the stairway out in the hall that led to your wing of the mansion, “I have been expecting this since her mother died, I doubt she remembers that night…”

Clark sighed, “I recall you letting her drink. She was a giggling and crying mess when I carried her to her room to have a nap.”

Bruce curled his lips inward, and he nodded. The silence grew strained.

Clark’s eyes furrowed in curiosity, “Bruce…are you hiding something from me?”

“She…” his friend paused, his grey eyes grew hazed as he looked into the flames, “When you left, I went to check up on her,” he thrummed his fingers on his chin, “She was touching herself Clark... and I caught her and…well…she…” his eyes met the other man again.

Clark sat back in his leather seat, his throat bobbed, “You watched until the end?” the was no judgement merely a question to acknowledge what had happened.

The other man nodded again and continued, “I came in after she finished, she was half out of it. So when I tucked her in, she kissed me…fully…and…god Clark…she- she’s so beautiful, I can’t watch her go off to college.…”

The journalist exhaled and clenched his jaw.

And Bruce sighed, “That’s why my little girl is going to be pregnant tonight.”

Clarks eyes widened, his lips parted hesitantly. That was not in the original plan...He paused and struggled to find the right words. Bruce had given Clark the greatest opportunity and the wrong word would revoke all that granted privilege.

“We both care about you,” the billionaire sucked his teeth, “Forget what the tabloids will say. They are hypocrites with absolutely no moral sense. Afterall mr superman, aren’t you rubbing shoulders at the daily planet, surely you can take care of the backlash? We aren’t blood related and c’mon we have a right to her better than anyone on this cold spinning rock. With my wealth and your muscles, who else would take better care of her? No one else!” Bruce said fiercely, although his voice was a whisper, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Clark found himself frozen in place, his eyes locked on his friend’s face. It took him a moment to process all the emotions and thoughts that surged around inside him. Finally, he managed to nod his head slowly, as he tried to take in the unexpected turn of events.

“Okay Wayne,” his lips broke into a dark chuckle, “Lets go put a baby in our little girl.”

The wooden door your bedroom creaked open slowly. A bit of light from the hallway made its way past Bruce’s bulk form, illuminating his step-daughter’s face. When he whispered your name, you did not stir, and he smiled to himself. He turned around to Clark and nodded. The two of them moved forward stealthily. Bruce carefully slid his arms under the blanket, finding your form before scooping it up. You stirred but did not wake. Bruce carefully carried you to his master bedroom, a place he scarcely let you enter for the obvious reason of what he kept secret in his drawers. Clark shut the doors and locked them, heaven forbid Alfred managed to walk into this event.

It would be more comfortable here for the three of you, and warmer with how Bruce kept an electric fireplace and big flat screen tv on the wall. The flames continued dancing cheerily as Bruce gently laid his step-daughter down, looking at you with a small smile.

Several moments passed before Bruce lowered his hand, gently moving his hand under your nightie chemise, his hot palm over your stomach. The mattress dipped on both sides keeping you balanced. Another set of fingers creeped up your thighs. Since the touches were so gentle, you did not stir so easily. Clark watched silently, his heart pounding as Bruce slowly lifted your hem up showing off a set of fresh underwear he allowed you to buy with the allowance credit card.

A cute pair of cotton white panties with a soft yellow duck print on top of the crotch. Clark swallowed hard. His thumb scarcely brushed over your damp apex. A small wet spot was beginning to spread. You softly cooed, still not awake…surely dreaming of something naughty by what Clark could smell.

Bruce glanced at Clark before looking back at you, and carefully untied the small strings that held the top bust of your nightie closed. His hands were steady as he parted the folds.

And there they laid their eyes on your breasts, Clark had to hold back a loud sharp intake of breath. Your nipples were perfect, and he found himself craving to suckle them. Your nipples hardened slightly as the slight coolness of the air tickled them.

You groaned softly, your eyelids fluttering open. You shifted and rolled over onto your side, looking around in confusion.

‘Where am I? Where’s my cuddle pillow?’

You rubbed your eyes and registered that you were with your step-father and Clark…on Bruce’s bed…. Both men were staring down at you silently, and you gasped when you realised your nightie was open. You held back a shriek and quickly whipped it closed before shoving the hem of your nightie down past your knees.

‘What am I doing out of my bed and with my chest exposed? Why we my nightie up so high? Did they see my underwear?’

Bruce's faint smile and Clark's gentle expression might have brought you ease, but the situation was too strange.

‘Why was my nightie been untied and opened? Why was it so far up my legs? Did one of them do it?’

The idea was...absurd. But what else would have happened? You were not in the habit of sleepwalking. You tied your nightie closed and quickly sat up, looking at the two men.

“I um…Is...something wrong, Dad?” you asked oh so innocent and naively as you sat up, feeling Bruce’s thick blue cotton blankets under your body. Bruce’s large and callused hand gently grasped your upper arm, softly stroking it as if to comfort you. His kind smile stayed on his face, unmoving even as he shook his head. His quiet demeanour continued to soothe you with each moment, despite the overwhelming emotions swirling through your mind.

“Nothing is wrong sweetheart, you-…” he breathed, his other hand caressing your cheek. Your step-father was an affectionate man, giving your mother and you hugs often whenever you wanted them, but in all these years...he had never caressed your cheek like this. His thumb ran softly over your lips intimately.

Briefly turning your head to inspect Clark, you found there was nothing about his body language denoting immediate danger. He even leaned in slightly and rested a hand on your knee, shifting even closer toward you.

You sighed softly in comfort...until he said, “You...Don’t need to be afraid....”

Your eyes widened, “Be afraid of what?” you asked. Like some strange horror, the dotes were slowly connecting. The air around you felt taut. You were confused and even Clark could hear how your heart was beating faster, anxiously. Your lips parted slightly, but what could you say, surely they weren’t going to…were they? Why were they looking at you in that way? Why did they look so...hungry?

Bruce smiled and leaned in, placing a kiss on your forehead directing your attention back to him. Without answering your question, he tilted your chin up and sealed his lips over yours in a gentle kiss, his lips pressing against you in a firm manner.

Your eyes popped wider as you suddenly pulled away from the kiss. While other boys had given you tender kisses before in your youth, none had done it quite as passionately as Bruce, your own step-father. His kiss was gentle yet deep, unlike anything you had experienced before. The sensation of his tongue inside your mouth and the minty flavour of his breath filled your senses, making you feel both awkward and ashamedly excited.

Having predicted the situation, Clark quickly got behind you. You felt his thick toned arms snaked around you in a caging hug, holding you firmly in place. Bruce smiled and put his hands on your hips, leaning in and quickly resuming the contact of your lips. You couldn’t lift your arms to shove him away. Your head was pressed against Clark’s chest, unable to break free although you wiggled about furiously, trying to move to the side.

Clark's arms held you in place firmly, pinning your own arms. His hands were spread across your chest and stomach, while his mouth pressed against the shell of your ear.

“Good girl,” he praised, “Stay nice and still for Daddy and me hm?”

He ducked his nose a deeper and traced his lips along your soft skin, kissing along the shape of it as Bruce deepened his seductive French kissing for a moment before breaking it. You had been unable to break it since his hands cupped your face. A soft whimper escaped your lips as Clark started licking along your earlobe, and you gasped softly when he suddenly blew on the wet trail he had just left.

“Easy baby, you need to calm down… Please,” Clark whispered softly, kissing your neck and ear as Bruce placed light kisses along your cheek.

Your step-father smiled and pinched the front of your nightie down and open just a bit to expose your shoulders and collar bone, which he lavished in more wet kisses.

The attention being given to you by both men were gentle, but the whole situation was frightening to you. You knew you should’ve tried to bite their ears, but how could you harm them? The two men you cared about? The man stroking you was your step-father, how could he want to do this? And more importantly, how could Clark just let it happen?

“Please,” you jerked your head back, fruitless from breaking away from their searing kisses, “Let me go...I need to sleep...” you whimpered softly.

“Sh- shh-hh...” Bruce shushed hotly, suckling gently upon the part where your neck met your shoulder. The skin there was sensitive, and you gave a soft cry when you felt him nip gently.

“... D-dad, Clark I-, please...don’t” you whimpered. You turned your head to look up at Clark, looking for an answer. Clark merely gave you that warm, wide smile and captured your lips, closing his eyes as he kissed you with a gentle passion.

Your lashes fluttered, his lips were soft and he was not nearly as forceful as Bruce. He coaxed you to comply. The tiniest of moans left your mouth and filled his.

You shifted again as your step-father worked at your nightie, tugging it open some more. You gave out a weak mewl when Clark broke the kiss. You trembled under Bruce’s dancing fingers.

“Did- did I do something wrong? Why are you doing this to me?” you asked, the corners of your eyes watered. Had your step-father been expecting you to say ‘yes’ to Clark? Was he mad at you? Why was he also here kissing you like this?

This was your own step-father, the man who had raised you since you were fourteen. The man that had married and fucked your own mother. The betrayal felt like a deep and sharp cut. Is this how he saw you? Just some girl he could manipulate when she was of consenting age? You felt sick...and angry. It was practically incest, it was an abomination!

You could barely contain the whimpers and spurting tears rising.

Your question was ignored as the two men made short work of your entire dress, two pairs of hands removing it while keeping your restrained. You could barely contain your squeals when the fabric ripped. Bruce grunted as he tore through and tugged the damn thing from your goosebump skin.

Clark's hands caressed your belly while Bruce's moved to cup your breasts.

Bruce gave a shuddering breath and weighed them in his hands. They were so soft and succulent. He had dreamed of doing this to you many times, for so long during your sweet innocent hugs he’d sneakily brush his fingers against your chest whenever he could to steal and imagine how great your tits would one-day feel in his hands.

All of his expectations were met, and exceeded. And there was still more to see, to explore.

“Please, tell me! Why!?” you demanded. Clark's grip on your arms were gentle but very firm, and you could not scratch either of them. Bruce smiled at you fondly. He cupped your cheeks again and cooed.

“You have done absolutely nothing wrong babygirl. This isn't a punishment. See... We both want you to know how much we love you,” his face leant for and licked at your salty cheek.

“And it’s not like you have a good reason to say no to Daddy and I.” Clark whispered while Bruce fondled your breasts, pinching the hard nipples between his fingertips in a careful way. Clark peered down at what his friend was doing and observed your soft breasts. He was eager for his own turn to feel them, but he was not going to rush his friend. They had agreed to share and be fair about it, and he knew Bruce was a man of his word.

“… No good reason to say no?” you asked, your heart pounding, although your question was barely more than a whisper. They both nodded. Clark smiled and kissed your cheek before touching his nose against it in a loving nuzzle.

He cupped and massaged one breast, giving a brief nod to his friend before shifting his eyes towards your other breast.

Clark moved one hand and took your right breast, which Bruce had offered, and began to fondle it while Bruce played with your left one. Bruce was firmer in his kneading, and Clark was gentle as his fingers skimmed along the underside of the mound, as if he was afraid of hurting you. Both hands felt so good on you, and you squirmed around, afraid to submit to any pleasure from this shocking situation.

“Please... please, let me go. I promise I won’t tell anyone about this, not even Alfred, please let me go now. Let me go. Leave me alone! I'm your step-daughter! Bruce! Y-you’re meant to be my Dad!” you pleaded, trying to get through to your step-father as he gave your breast a very firm, although not painful squeeze.

Bruce chewed his bottom lip and moved away. He got off the bed and watched his best friend touch you. He tugged at his tie and unbuttoned his blouse. His chest was covered in dark and silvery hairs. He fiddled with his belt buckle. His trousers fell to his ankles. His hand dove into his briefs.

Your eyes flooded with more tears. You were staring at Bruce’s erection.

“Come on princess...You know we won’t hurt you. Ever... Don’t be scared, relax, enjoy and be a good little girl…” Bruce said softly, climbing back on the bed he reached out and started caressing your arms.

You couldn’t help it, you screamed and tried to kick your step-father away with your legs as hard as you could. You hated that you had to hurt him like this. Clarks heavy hand clamped down on your squealing mouth

Bruce shook his head, slapping your kicking heels away. His lips curled into a mean sneer as he leant forward and tweaked your nipples, sending a jolt of pain through your chest.

You yelled out behind Clarks hand, trying to bite down on his palm. He didn’t flinch once. His nose flared, he was a little irritated with your teeth sinking into his skin.

“Better stop screaming sweetheart or Daddy’s going to have to put a gag in that little mouth of yours,” Bruce ground between his gritted teeth.

Your pleas were not doing the trick, and your desperate kicks weren’t either. They both played with your breasts and Bruce chuckled, drawing your nipple into his mouth and sucking firmly on the hard nub.

Clark bodily drifted his hand down between your legs, touching your duckling and creeping down further to your damp crotch. His fingers strong and hard, lazily rubbed in circles. Both of them seemed acutely aware of the pleasure that you were feeling at their attention even as you pleaded with them and tried to deny it. It only spurred them on and made them want your more.

“Daddy, stop it!” you wailed, “This is wrong and you know it too Clark!” you flung yourself backwards and tried to push the other male off you.

The man let your nipple free and looked into you's eyes. It had been so long since you had called him 'Daddy', having abandoned it for 'Dad' or just 'Bruce' in later years.

“Pumpkin…” he said, grabbing your wrists, giving Clark enough time to move away. Bruce pushed you back hard onto the mattress and sat on your ankles, holding your wrists down as he clouded you in his body. He hovered above you. You trembled violently, weeping hard.

“This is going to happen, and there’s nothing you can do or say to stop it,” his head lifted, “You finished stripping Clark?” he asked.

Your eyes flashed up. Your point of you made the world appear upside down. Clark sat his glasses on the bed side table...it was the last thing he wore.

“Bottom drawer, there’s a roll of duct tape.”

Clark nodded and pulled it out. The colour surprised him ...it was pink. Clark planned to use it on you one way or another, no matter what

Bruce trailed his nose across your face and pressed his lips to your forehead, “Trust your Daddy. Have I ever done anything to you that proved harmful?” Bruce asked softly, his blue eyes filled with a pleading for your understanding. You fell silent as you slowly shook your head whimpering and breaking down at the tearing sound of the pink duct tape. Bruce pushed your wrists together. The sticky sensation bound around your wrists tightly. He had always been such a loving step-father. But this went past the bounds of a step-father.

“No... b-bu-tt this-s... we're n-not...d-daddy, y-youre meant to be m-m-my dad-daddy...” Your voice was breaking, a soft pathetic whine as you pleaded, “Clar-k h-elp me.”

Bruce’s eyes glanced up at Clark. A tiny nod. Another rip and the tape was pushed flat against your sobbing mouth.

Clark rejoined you both on the bed and held your hands down for Bruce as the man bent down taking your nipple into his mouth again, his tongue rubbing it firmly as he suckled. A chest rattling gasp was muffled behind the tape.

Clark held you, massaging your other breast. You started to feel the fiery tingle between your legs. You were a virgin, but you were not stupid, and had touched that special place before...shame filled your mind because truly how much of a monster were you for being aroused by... your own step-father?

Despite the pleasure, you were afraid. You wiggled against Clark, twisting your arms and whining softly.

Clark's hands were gentle yet firm, and he held you in place even as you twisted. He moaned softly against your neck, and you felt the underside of his arousal along side Bruce’s, both touching the outsides of your thighs.

"Bruce...I need her,” he whispered, “Let me fuck your precious princess?”

The older man corrected softly humming, “Our precious princess.”

The two strong men lifted you up slightly from your laying down. You tried weakly kicked at them again before feeling Bruce slap the inside of your thigh and point a stern finger at your face.

“Enough. Don’t make me throw you over my knee babygirl.”

You sniffled and started to hiccup behind the tape gag. The tiny jerks from your body every time you hiccupped made the men’s faces soften.

You were forced to sit up on your knees and lay forward against Bruce’s chest. When Clark tugged your hips backwards, your bum was angled to the sky while your stomach laid in Bruce’s lap, your legs at either side of his torso. This caused your chest to be nestled into Bruce's lap, your breasts pressed against the hard hot flesh of his cock. You were effectively sandwiched between them, and wiggled around, trying to not think about your step father’s cock touching your nipple and switching against your skin.

His large hands touched your shoulders and laid it on your head, patting your hair softly. Clark's hands were at your rear, rubbing and kneading the cheeks and parting them slightly as he felt the pert rump. A soft playful spank made you jump and whine. You started sobbing again, wiggling against the firm grip of your step-father as he tried to soothe you. One of Bruce's hands cupped his cock and rubbed his precum into your swollen nipples.

You tried to kick at Clark as you felt his hands on the waistband of your panties, and you turned your face away from your step-father's throbbing erection that Bruce was raising to rub along your wet salty cheek. You tried to use your hands as leverage.

How was you supposed to get out of this situation? It was clear what they wanted to do and also clear that they would not be deterred. The combined forces of two fully-grown men, strong super humans at that, against that of a young woman, was quite overwhelming. They were not letting your go, and that was that. Bruce chuckled as Clark slid his step-daughter's panties down, exposing your pert ass. Clarks mouth looked dry...his tongue flicked out.

It was rather a lovely sight for Clark, and he sighed contentedly as he reached down to stroke your lower lips. You moaned softly, you used your knees to get away and to launch yourself up Bruce’s body. You managed to bury your face against your step-father's chest and the crease of his armour as you felt Clarks hot breath along your little glistening slit.

Soon Clark's fingers rose up to pet your wet pussy. He caressed the throbbing mound gently, fingers slowly pulling apart your slick nether lips. With one arm, he hooked it under your stomach and lifted your hips, forcing you back up higher on your knees. This allowed him to see your womanhood more clearly.

“How's it look?” Bruce asked calmly, stroking your hair and back in an attempt to soothe you, forgetting his own throbbing arousal for the moment as he tried to quieten your sobs.

“Ohh, Bruce, our little girl is so perfect,” he moaned, grinning as he gently felt your inner flesh with a finger. Your inner flesh peeked out shyly from your outer lips, like the petals of a flower. Bruce could not help but chuckle at Clark’s response as he ran his fingers along your spine, feeling your twitch and hearing a soft shudder come from the tape gag. He pressed his lips to your brow and hummed.

“Yea darlin’,” he broke into his relaxed southern drawl, “You goin’ tell daddy about how you probably used his credit card to wax this pretty pussy?”

Bruce’s eyes widened. His jaw dropped as he looked down at your eyes, pleading up at him wetly.

“It’s a real sculpted love heart...now who on earth is this for huh? Only little sluts get groomed like this,” Clark sat up and leant of you and Bruce. His lips pressed to the corner of your tapped lips, “Are you a little slut baby girl.”

Muffled sobs emanated from the girl as you pressed your face against your step-father’s chest and Clark paused. The men exchanged smirks.

“Have you let some boy fuck this cute hole Baby girl?” Clark breathed, softly, a mocking tone to his voice. He touched your side with his free hand, the other remaining at your mound but being idle, the finger now pulled out. Bruce looked down and gently tilted his step-daughter's chin up to look into your eyes. You looked very lovely with tear-stained cheeks, you had never looked more beautiful his eyes. His hand slowly ran along your cheeks, wiping your tears as he looked down at your tenderly.

“Sweetheart...My lovely little girl. You’re not in trouble, tell us the truth...” he said, softly, caressing your face. Clark bit his lip gently and resumed stroking your rear and your thighs, soon going back to rubbing your hot folds. There was no denying the pleasure, and he felt wetness.

You whimpered softly as you shook your head no while you succumbed under the gentle assault of four hands, all caressing and touching you in the most intimate and gentle of ways.

It was strange, they were not supposed to be doing this and you had been trying to fight them off. And despite all the fear, despite all the rough man handling, despite their mean mockery and degrading humiliation...your groin felt alive....You felt good,

You glanced back over your shoulder at Clark. He met your eyes and smiled. He pressed his lips to your forehead while his fingers were stroking and rubbing your intimate areas in a way that caused your to become wetter.

You hadn’t noticed how your crying was being replaced by snotty sniffling, and mewling moans.

Bruce smiled down at you when you turned your head back to him.

You felt his hand cup your bicep, pulling your bound hands up. You stretched your fingers. He held up his erection and pointed it to your palms

“Touch me baby,” he encouraged softly, “I trust you.”

You whimpered softly and shook your head, giving a sudden gasp with wide eyes as one of Clark’s fingers wiggled into you.

“Please...?” he purred lowly, smiling as Clark pressed second one inside and slowly scissor your insides. You let out a low shuddering moan as your step-father gently grasped your wrist, leading your hand to the swollen cock. Clark continued sliding his fingers in and out of you, before adding a third. Your walls clamped and tightened. You let out a soft hiss and were unable to stop yourself from pushing against Clark’s hand. The man then angled his fingers as he thrust them in slowly, causing them to press against a spongy place on your inner wall that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

Bruce smiled, his hand cupping over your bound hands so you were forced to grasp the base of his erection. You tried to remove your hand – but of course, to no avail. His thick rod was very warm and solid, you made a small noise as you felt it throb under your hand. You squirmed slightly under Clark’s attention, finding it difficult to breathe as a wave of pleasure washed over you.

Clark peppered a flood of gentle kisses along your soft cheeks as he thrust his fingers into you. Your step-father released a soft moan.

Your hand tightened and rubbed your step-fathers shaft weakily. Your shuddering breaths and fluttering eyes told Bruce everything he need to know about how well Clark was treating their special girl.

Your fingers slowly slid up and down the shaft several times, before you wrapped your fingers around it more firmly and did just as he guided, pumping it slowly and seeing the head seep with a bit more precum. His head tilted back a bit and he gave a low groan of pleasure. You looked up at him and saw how much he liked it, then whimpered, it was so strange how you could have the power all of a sudden. Curiosity, getting the best of you as you looked down at it. It was impressive-looking, and you were becoming slowly bemused to think that he wanted to put this in you.

You pumped more firmly, looking up at your step-father's face intently. He was no longer holding your down, so you pulled herself up just a bit, Clarks fingers followed you as you weakly tried balancing up and off Bruce’s chest. You continued your firm pumping of your step-father's engorged member. Now the taboo excitement of watching him moan and dig his nails into the bed sheets made you conclude that you were getting a thrill out of all this. It made you wonder if there was something wrong with you just as much as there was something wrong with him.

At fourteen, who could deny that little sweet highschooler you had a big crush on your step dad before it developed into crushing on his journalist friend Clark Kent, the very man with three digits up your sweet silky hole.

It was time. You could definitely not ignore the pleasure you felt from Clark, who was working slowly and tenderly at your throbbing sex.

You whined, arching your hips, your toes curling and flexing, something Clark found cute. He chuckled to himself, trailing his free hand along the back of one of your thighs.

Bruce’s hand rose up and grabbed your wrists, he pulled them away to gently stop you. He knew he wanted to cum inside of you.

You looked up at him in surprise and your eyebrows furrowed in curiosity, seeing him smiling kindly at you. Bruce pressed his lips against your forehead and chuckled.

“Are you trying to be a good girl now?” he asked touching the corner of the tape on your mouth.

You sniffled and nodded, moaning when Clark pulled his fingers out to trail down and rub into your pearlling clit.

He smiled, “Alright,” he whispered, “This is going to hurt-“ he said ripping off the tape before he finished his own sentence.

You yelped and hissed.

“Sorry baby girl,” he apologised.

Bruce then leant back against the pillows and watched you succumb to pleasure from Clarks speedy fingers. Your bound hands laid flat on Bruce’s chest, steading you from falling. Your fingers brushed and rubbed along his hairy chest.

Bruce cupped your waist and held you firm as he gazed at you showing your curious exploration. It was then he realised, you were touching some of his scars, covered by hair. Your eyes were growing softer...glassy...he couldn’t believe his luck...you looked the same as you did when you kissed him after your mothers death. If only he knew this was some sort of trance, a head space you were in all those years ago, he would’ve fucked you then.

Clark slid his fingers out of your and licked them clean. The pair, rolled you over onto your back.

You calmly glanced back at your step-father for a moment before returning your attention to the taller man, who was in a similar state of arousal as your step-father.

“My sweet little girl...” Bruce purred before kissing you deeply, his lips locking around yours passionately. Finally you found yourself leaning closer and meeting his same force. The wet sounds of your mouth and moans clouded any remaining sanity left in your mind. Your bound arms found their way around his neck, and he continued kissing you.

Clark waited patiently, knowing that he would have the soon enough, and watched as his friend lovingly cradled his step-daughter, continuing the hungry attentions. You were unable to resist kissing him back just as fiercely.

Soon your tongues came into the dance, with Bruce quickly gaining dominance, a sweet whine escaping you.

Clark smiled, and began to rub his shaft slightly. Bruce pulled away and pushed your bound hands off his neck. He shuffled your face to the side, pushing you to Clarks arms.

With bold confidence, you pushed up onto your knees and laid your loud hands behind his neck, pressing your lips to his. He playfully growled as your tongues fought, you lost and he hummed happily, eagerly exploring your sweet little mouth, his arms tightening around your body.

After a few more long moments of the passionate kiss, he broke it before licking up the strand of saliva that bridged your panting tongues. He grinned at you. You smiled and stared at him for a moment before looking down shyly. He saw this demure action and smirked.

“What’s wrong princess, still scared?” he asked softly, nuzzling your cheek. You continued looking down shyly. You had thought of asking Bruce who was watching you both, what your mother would have thought of what he was doing to his step-daughter, but you had no doubt that he had already thought of that.

Bruce cupped your waist and lowered his lips to your shoulders. His erection pushed against the swell of your ass.

Carefully you were pushed back onto the mattress. Bruce came up to put your head in his lap, languidly stroking your hair and cheeks as Clark rubbed your thighs. The man you had admired for so long spread them, eyeing your shuddering sex hungrily. Your body froze up, stiffening as it sunk in what was truly coming you squirmed around, pressing your knees together. You looked up at Clark pleadingly.

He sighed, disappointed. He leant behind him, reaching for the duct tape....was he going to duct tape your legs spread wide.

You panicked, “Are you doing this because I did not accept your marriage offer?”

“No.” he paused and didn’t grab the tape at all. He leant down and softly, kissed your lips chastely. Bruce leant down sand cupped the back of your knees, pulling them up and spreading them wide.

You shivered.

Clark touched your cunt gently and spread you open again. His face pushed forward, leaning in and licked from the bottom to the top of your slit. You had a sharp gasping intake as you felt the gentle licking there and you pushed his head away gently. Clark leaned back in and continued to lick you, lapping at the sweet wet with his thick tongue, resisting as you pushed at his head – although your pushes were fairly weak.

“You’re not being punished,” Bruce repeatedly assured you as if he read your mind, stroking your cheeks. Clark continued to lap at you.

“We just both think this would be a bit of....encouragement for you to stay baby,” Bruce purred, tweaking one of your nipples playfully.

You grizzled, “To st-stay?” your hips jerked a little as Clark sucked harder on your clit, your legs still held wide open by Bruce’s strong hands.

“Honey,” Clark murmured into your cunt, staring up at you with eyes that were mixed with lust, adoration and worship, “You don’t need to go to college when you have me and your daddy to heel you happy.”

Your voice caught in your throat, you couldn’t believe it...this was why? To keep you away from going to school? You bit your bottom lip. You would’ve been devastatingly hurt but with his tongue slipping inside and licking deep into your whole, you tossed your head backwards onto Bruce’s shoulder, crying out as a orgasm waved through your body.

“Clark, you can take her first,” Bruce softly granted.

“We can look at that sweet asshole another day and then,” your step father licked the shell of your ears whispering, “You’ll be allowed to fuck two big cocks at once down there.”

Clark got on his knees between your legs and Bruce steadied you, taking your hands into his own and squeezing them reassuringly before he let go. His large hands massaged your breasts, and reached down to rub your clit slowky as you felt Clark position himself, gently rubbing your slit with his tip. It had opened up to him through all of the loving attention, and was glistening with wetness.

Your eyes widened.

“Don’t… we shouldn’t…” you whispered, “Y-youre not wearing a condom.”

Bruce’s hands tightened around your wrists and lifted them pulling them backward to hook on his own neck. Your chest was so pushed up.

“It’s okay baby, we don’t need a condom,” Clark moaned, caressing your cheeks before his hands travelled down to your sides. He smiled kindly at you, and you found herself smiling back faintly, looking into his ice-blue eyes. You shivered as he slowly lowered himself, and the head of his cock gently nudged at your slit. You tensed a little, but felt your step-father massage your clit.

You gasped and arched a little when Clark penetrated you, and your step-father continued stroking you in a languid yet firm manner, his touches did much to soothe the passage and help you relax. You looked up at your Bruce for a moment, then back at Clark. Bruce tenderly caressed your cheeks and arms, while Clark's hands stroked along your sides. He was moving slowly, letting your get used to his girth, for he was almost as thick as his best friend. The wetness made it possible for him to move quite smoothly within you, and it was also so inviting.

It was tight and yes it was uncomfortable but with the support of Bruce’s hand, in no time, he was sheathed fully, and you stared up at him quietly feeling his balls pressed into your soft ass. He was heavy inside you, an unexpected pressure. The tip poked the sponge of your womb.

There was a few frightful seconds where all of you were silent save for your soft breathing. Bruce glanced at the tape, prepared to hear your screaming again...but it didnt come. And then Clark smiled lovingly down at you, comforting you at that moment, before leaning in and kissing your cheek.

“How do you feel?” he asked. You shyly huffed even more, but kept your eyes on him. You couldn’t decide whether to smile or grimace.

“I don't know. I... feel very full...” you replied softly, feeling Bruce’s fingers brush along your forehead.

Clark lifted your ankles up onto his shoulders and took a deep breath.

“The best part is yet to come, my sweet angel,” Bruce promised. Clark smiled, and began to gyrate his hips, sliding his shaft in and out of your tight cunt in a languid manner. The reaction was immediate. His cock dragged along your sensitive walls, and Bruce smiled as he watched his sweet little step-daughter squirm around in pleasure. Soon enough, he himself would be doing that to you.

Clark released a deep groan, clearly in bliss as he thrust into you. His speed was tempered and gentle, languorous, making sure that the length of his dick dragged along your gspot with each thrust to create that glorious friction. He wanted your first time to be something deep and tender. And it was working. You hissed and flexed your back into Bruce feeling Clarks entire cock within you as you clenched hard. It had hurt a little at first, but there was no denying the pleasure to be had, and the gentle caresses were doing much to heighten your experience.

“Sh-shit shit shit, oh my god, Clark! Clark I’m-”

Clarks gentle lovemaking pushed you towards your glorious shouting orgasm, and you cried out when you hit it, arching up against him, clenching around him almost painfully. You had ever felt anything so wonderful in your whole life! Bruce smiled as he saw this, and leaned down to place kisses along his mewling step-daughter’s face, massaging your breasts as he did so.

“Isn’t it wonderful, babygirl? Doesn’t it feel so good?” Bruce asked warmly. All you could do was nod. Clark shot you a charming smile, thrusting more firmly now, and he whispered your name when he finally came. Your clenching drew it out, and multiple shots of his seed squirted deep inside of you, filling your up.

Clark placed firm kisses along your face, remaining within your hot pussy for a few more moments. You turned your face towards him, nuzzling him back, as your lips peppered his cheeks, Clark started grinning happily. A few moments passed, some tender caresses, before Bruce chuckled and shifted. Clark looked up at him and smiled, sliding out of you a little too quickly. You whimpered pitifully at the stinging sensation of being emptied.

Clark laid beside you on his side as Bruce moved down the bed to inspect the mess his friend had created. Clark kept his eyes on you, he shot you another reassuring smile before propping your head up with his arm. He laid there relaxed and enjoying the waving endorphins made from his orgasm, still reeling from the pleasure that your sweet noises and tight pussy had given him.

Bruce gently rolled you onto your belly. Your cheek still pressed into the pillow made of Clarks bicep.

“On your knees, baby, stick that ass up for Daddy…” Bruce whispered. You huffed and wiggled your hips up, propping you up on your knees. It was a lovely sight, and he rubbed your behind, kneading the cheeks lovingly as he glanced at your swollen and glistening sex.

“Good girl,” he rumbled, patting your back softly.

You moaned softly, knowing what your step-father was about to do. At this point, you had given up on fighting off the two men, especially because it felt so good. You rested your head against Clark and sighed, staring at his eyes that gazed you lovingly. With is other hand, Clark stroked your face and hair softly as you awaited for your step-father to take you, your heart thundered with anticipation.

Bruce took a moment to admire the glorious vision before him. Your sweet pussy glistened, dripping and dribbling out the creamy white Clark had squirted deep inside. Your outer lips were swollen from the recent coupling you had. Your rear end glowed under the light of the bedroom lamp, looking so plump and inviting.

“You’re so gorgeous, princess. How Clark and I resisted you for this long, god only knows,” Bruce chuckled and rubbed your bum.

You gave out a soft but contented sigh before he was pressing the head of his needy pole against his your slit, rubbing it up and down the opening a few times. You moaned softly and squirmed a little, but made no real attempt to flee.

Bruce grabbed your hips and gave a strong thrust, his cock sliding inside of you to the base with little effort despite your tightness. You whimpered out softly, in slight pain but more in surprise, and looked over your shoulder at your Step-father again.

Clark wolfishly grinned at you, as Bruce’s hips immediately thrusting back and forth. He pounded into you, hard and fast, your body quivering under him.

Clark’s lovemaking had been languorous and gentle, more than suitable for your first time. But Bruce’s way of taking you was savage and primal. Despite it...you found yourself enjoying this as well. It was rough and deeply bruising. You would be able to feel it tomorrow.

Bruce was not hurting you, it was not unbearable agony as he slammed his hips fiercely. Clark watched with half-lidded eyes, listening to your whines and touching your face every now and then as if to reassure you.

Bruce punched his cock into you with the ferocity of an animal in heat. You were so wonderfully tight and hot that it was impossible to just hold back.

“F-Fuck, Daddy!!!”

The way you responded to him, arching towards him and making small sounds of pleasure and mewls of pain only spurred him on even more. His heavy balls slapped against the back of your thighs, and you strangled around him with your walls. He gave out a low growl as he cummed, creaming deep inside.

You whimpered out another heightened, ‘Daddy!’ as your body quivered, your teeth chattering just slightly.

You bit your lip almost hard enough to cause it to bleed as you hit another orgasm, your eyes rolled back and clenching around him hard, trapping his cock inside with your tightness.

You looked at your step-father over your shoulder as he continued thrusting in you, his cock remained erect for a few moments before slowly becoming flaccid. You looked over at Clark then back at Bruce, whimpering out 'Daddy' again as you felt cum dribble down your opening. He stayed within your cunt for a while, panting as he relaxed his muscles. Smirking, he pulled out of your tightness and stroked your rump.

“Good girl baby...”

You remained on your knees for several more moments, cum still dribbling out a little as he traced his fingers along the firm curve of your rear end. What you had been through was unbelievable. You had just been dominated and fucked by the two men you cared most about in the world...one of them was your step-father. It seemed almost too impossible to believe, like it all had to been some sick dream- any moment you would wake up to find yourself alone, dressed, inside your own bed....But did you want this to be a dream?

The more you thought, the less sick it seemed to be...morally it was wrong...but at the end of the day, you weren’t related and Bruce was sure to take care of you just like he always had along with your own mother. Your mother might not have approved if she was alive...but...there was nothing she could do now.

And Clark was just as caring and understanding of your passions....So both clearly loved you, very much....

You felt Clark caress your cheek once more, and you looked to him as your hips fell down limp. He offered you a smile before leaning over to press his lips to your forehead.

“You did so well darlin’.”

You shyly smiled, feeling Bruce lay down behind you.

You felt Bruce slide something cold between your wrists and slice through the pink tape.

Your eyes fluttered. You could hear Bruce put that sharp object most likely a knife in his bed side drawer.

He cupped your wrists and gently massaged them, kissing the raw area. He then scooped you up into his arms, holding you close, as if he wanted to rock you to sleep. You rolled onto your back and looked between them. They were two content lions gazing down at the sweet kitten in their bed. Both of them held pleased but loving expressions on their faces, and you smiled shyly a little and buried your nose in into the blue sweat soaked sheets. Under the gentle embrace and caresses, you closed your eyes.

You felt one of them, you didn’t know or care who, pull up a duvet, covering your quivering body. The men sighed happily at one another as you snuggled sweetly between them.

It was a fact to acknowledge with their cum growing dry on your thighs how they now would never let you go. They would take you in the morning, and whenever either of them pleased from then on. You were there’s...you belonged to them, and they would always do everything to prove their desire for you. You fell asleep in their embrace, you pressed your face into Clarks chest, while you pressed your backside into Bruce’s hips. snuggled up to both of them, while their affectionate caresses and whispers lulled you to sleep.

★★★

When morning arrived it was still pitch black thanks to the roll down tinted glass windows.

Bruce’s grey his eyes cracked awake slowly, to the sounds of your soft snoring. Your soft cheek was pressed against his chest after the night of shuffling you must’ve done in your sleep. ‘What a wonderfully sweet thing to wake up to,’ he thought, smiling as he traced his fingertips gently along your other cheek. He looked to his left at the big bulk of a man under the covers.

Clark was still sleeping, his arm was covering your hip. Your plump rear end was against his stomach, and Bruce smiled at you both.

Your sweet drooling face stirred slightly as your cheek was caressed, but you remained asleep. Being cushioned and cradled in the warmth of two big men had surprisingly helped you to sleep well, as you had been so comforted by the obvious affection they had shown you. If they didn’t care about you, they would have simply raped you bloody and never paid mind to your pleasure they never would’ve focused on your feelings and overall care.

Clark loved you and wanted to be your husband, he had been serious when he asked for your hand in marriage. It was in the plan but Bruce knew Clark wanted to ask ages ago...

And Bruce loved you too, he wanted your utmost happiness but he desired your overall safety and company. If you left for college he wouldn’t know when he’d see you again...if ever...considering you held no real “blood” obligation to him.

Clark and he were good friends, and sharing you had been a odd thought at first, but last night proved that it would work out well between the three of you. And it was very comfortable, and would continue to be comfortable – after all, both of them wanted your happiness, love and companionship.

Bruce pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Wake up, baby girl, it’s daddy...” he whispered into your ear, gently nibbling along your earlobe. Your eyelids fluttered open and you whimpered softly, a bit disoriented at first as was common on waking up in a place so different to your bedroom but the disorientation faded as you rubbed your eyes and turned your head upwards a bit to look up at the eyes of your doting step-father smiling softly down at you.

“Good morning, Daddy...” you said softly, wiping the sleep away from your eyes and blinking a few times as you felt a hand caress along your hip, you didn’t know who it belonged to, but did that even matter?

“Good morning, sweet angel... Did you sleep alright?” he asked, caressing your hair. Clark stirred but did not wake. You shyly nodded. Last night was beyond taboo and though you were not entirely angry or disgusted, it would take a bit getting used to.

“I am glad...” Bruce replied before he chuckled softly and fondled your side. He looked over at Clark and smiled.

“...Will you marry him?” he whispered, kissing your cheek. You stared at him for a few moments before nodding slowly. You did not see why not – Clark was a good man and you had no interest in anyone else.

Bruce nodded, smiling happily. He was ecstatic that you had accepted Clark’s hand, and now you would be truly a family inside Wayne’s manor.

“What about you, Daddy?” you asked softly as your step-father’s hand gently caressed your side, “....Don’t you want me anymore,” your eyes glanced away in embarrassment considering how pathetic you sounded asking....

“Mmm,” he pecked the tip of your nose, “Clark and I already discussed this...I would like to keep our closeness when you are wed... Clark and I have shared many passions in the past...towards each other and it does not bother him.”

Your eyes started to widen. You didn’t know your step-dad was just as sexually active with men.

“He really agrees to this? You two... have no problem with... sharing?” you whispered as you rolled over onto your back to gain a more accurate gaze upon Bruce.

“Not at all...” he chuckled, “We are too good a pair of friends to fight over something wonderful like this as spectacular as you.” He stated.

You smiled and looked down shyly. He looked over at Clark once more and smirked almost deviously.

He reached out and playfully thumbed your nipples.

“Baby girl, it looks like Clark is a heavy sleeper...how about you go and wake him up for me?” His tone was seductive, and low. You could see from the corner of your eyes the two hardening peaks growing out of the bed sheets.

Bruce pushed his side down and cupped himself, using his enclosed first like a sight hole.

“C’mon baby, go wake up your other daddy,” he groaned.

You gasped and flushed even more as you stated at your step-father for several moments before carefully crawling over to Clark again.

You placed a gentle kisses along his face, saving his lips for last. Your hand caressed along his smooth chest, slowly making its way down to his morning organ. His nipples were given attention, your fingers teasing over the pink nubs and making them taut. Your palm felt along the toned muscles of his abdomen, and stroked the coarse dark hair above his cock, teasing your fingers along the treasure trail. The thin hairs had started as a thin, tapering line several inches below his navel, and spread out gradually to the thatch over his cock.

Bruce watched calmly, not at all bothered by his friend’s nakedness. He did not stare at Clark either, he just watched with interest at what you, his step-daughter was doing. You had such a lovely soft hand. You slowly patted the neither hairs as you started sucking on Clark’s angry red tip.

You flattened your tongue and looked over, making full eye contact with Bruce While he jerked off languishingly. He smirked and winked at you.

“Suck his cock babygirl, suck Papa’s cock.”

Papa...Daddy...oh god...what were you getting yourself into.

You leant your face down, filling your cheeks with the tip of his pink cock tip. Your tongue raised around the skin and flicked under the folds. You tried not to think about the smell but the taste alone. It was bitter, salty and a little tangy.

“M-mmh...” Clark let out a soft noise of pleasure, face blissfully slack. His manhood stirred and began to rise a bit, the touches arousing him even when he slept.

“Clarkkkkk...” Bruce cooed in a soft purr, gently touching his shoulder while you lapped at his foreskin, and Bruce started growing aroused, wanting to stick himself inside of you as he had a grand view of your little cunt, dried with flakes of white on your skin.

At the mention of his name, the man stirred and opened his eyes, smiling a bit, raising a hand to lazily wipe the sleep from his eyes.

“A-ah...Good morning...” he said, blurrily looking down at what you were doing. You smiled sweetly and placed a gentle kiss on his tip as you brought him to full attention.

“Clark?” you asked softly.

“Yes sweetheart?...hngh...” he shuddered, shifting a bit, his cock rising further. Bruce shivered, running his fingertips along your rear.

“I will be your wife,” You whispered softly. He tilted his head, and a wide grin came to his face. Hooking one arm around your arm he tugged you up to him to abandon you morning blowjob. He sealed his lips over yours in a gentle kiss. When you parted, he purred.

“Thank you sweet girl, I vow to always cherish you like last night and every encounter we’ve met.” His words made you giggle happily, as you had no real doubt of his respect for you.

He heard the fwapping sound of Bruce masturbating, watching you.

“Have you talked Bruce?” he added.

Your lashes fluttered.

“I accept him as well. I...I will stay home. College can wait or I can try online courses...You can both have me,” You whispered. Bruce ran a fingertip along your slit. You shivered and moaned, wiggling your rear end at Bruce as you kissed Clark again, your hand returned to slowly pumping his engorged organ.

Bruce smiled, he rubbed your slit gently and lazily, feeling the flesh quiver a bit and begin to slicken up. Clark moaned softly into your lips and his hand moved down, cupping one of your breasts and carefully kneading it, plucking at your nipples. You gave out a soft whine of pleasure and looked at Clark for a moment before looking back at Bruce.

“Daddy...” You pouted, “...stop teasing me.” You reached out to his cock with your other hand. In each palm you held two thick cocks at the same time and went about squeezing and licking them like a game....unwittingly teasing them both to release. The men both gradually sat up on their elbows. Before either of them could cum however, you let their cocks go and sat back, facing them with a childish smirk, biting your lip.

If they wanted to be depraved, you could be too...you wondered if they’d tie and gag you again. Would they pushed you around manhandle and humiliate you again?...a real sensational thrill soaked your bones at the thought. What a fantastic opportunity to test that theory...

You didn’t leave that room for probably three whole days except to use the master bathroom...

Alfred decided not to intervene.. after all it was Master Wayne he was paid by, not you.

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[blackcupidangel]

Things Batmom has said:

“Keep your father out of the kitchen, I’ll be back by morning.”

“We’ll if it isn’t the consequences of your own actions”

“It means you can either drive yourself home or I’ll have Alfred come get you.”

“Look at my handsome boys growing into fine gentlemen.”

“Stay safe, I love you”

“Eyes open, baby birds.”

“Alfred and I made food for the week, it’s in the fridge” *punch* “Your running shoes are on the left side of the closet” *kicks* “Make sure his project is done tonight, it’s due tomorrow.”

“I’m going to let you fix it, because if I fix it I’m going to jail.”

“It’s called,” she raises one fist “fuck around,” then she raises her other fist, “and find out.”

“You don’t even know me, you don’t even know my real name…” she leans in with harden eyes yet calm features, “I’m the fuckin boogie man”

“Do not play with me, I am not the one, two, or the three.”

“Don’t kill him.” //“I’m sorry but who’s the one tied up here?” //“Darling—“// “Because the way I see it, it’ll be in self defense.”

“Just one leg.” “No” “Both legs?” “No!” “You’re right….I’ll go for their kneecap.”

“So…you’ve chosen to disobey me.”

“Alright now…don’t write a check you can’t cash.”

“I’m sorry, what did you say? I couldn’t hear you because of your tone of voice.” She leans in with a hand cupping her ear to encourage a second chance.

“Do I look like booboo the fool?!”

“Brilliant.”

“As mad as I am, I can’t let you shoot him.”// “Just this once?” //“No.” //“I’ll go for the knees. Nothing vital.” //“Hhgh.”

“You really hit the nail on the head with that one Batman.”

“And WHO do you think you’re taking to?”

“Don’t tell your father.”

“Be home by 10, or I start looking windows.”

“I’m so very proud of you!”

“A girl’s gotta be prepared.”

“You know…about the whole guns thing, I’m still not so sure I feel as strongly as you do.”

“Way to go, Bruce.”

“Touch my child, I dare you. Make my day.”

“Ahh…Motherhood.”

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Heyyyyyyy hotties I’m backkkkkkk. Send me asks and requests as I’m easing my way back into things. It might take me a while to find my flow and writing style so bear with me please. I missed you all so much honestly.

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[sodacatz]

Dee's writing info◇

☆I'm new to writing fanfiction so there might be few mistakes☆

☆I do take requests☆

°what I will and won't write about

°What I will write about

☆Fluff, Romance relationship,Platonic relationship, angst, gn reader, Male reader, fem reader, Etc, headcannons, comfort fics and slight nsfw, black or Indian reader, and wlw n mlm

°What I won't write about

☆R3pe/ non con, abuse, death, p3dophilia, weird age gaps relationships, full on smut, s3lf h32m, m9rder, ddlg/mdlg (non of that), ed, a$$ault and anything that has to do with piss☆

°stuff I write about

Spider man across the spiderverse

Marvel

The batman -2022

Jamie Reyes- blue beetle

Cobra kai

To be added to the tag list

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#black authors #miguel o’hara x black reader #miguel spiderverse #atsv x reader #marvel fluff #black reader #poc reader #jess drew #child's play x reader #miles morales x reader #steven grant fanfiction #moon knight headcanon #bruce wayne x black reader #bruce wayne x reader #earth 42 miles morales #edward nashton x reader #spider man across the spiderverse #x reader #hobie x you #gwen stacy x reader #fem reader #gn reader #spidersona #cobra kai headcanon #cobra kai #cobra kai x reader

[bizbat]

#batman #bruce wayne x black!reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #poll #bruce wayne x reader #miguel o'hara x black!reader #poc!reader #black!reader

[havensins]

@ masterlist.

navigation.

━━ fics & whathaveyou.

tony stark.

tony stark & intern!reader

tony stark x jealous!m!reader

steve rogers.

steve rogers pwp

steve’s first time being submissive

steve rogers x poc!reader headcanons

steve rogers x m!reader (enemies? to lovers)

bucky barnes.

soft sub!bucky x dom!reader

sub!bucky x dom!reader

stephen strange.

stephen strange & m!reader headcanons

bratty!stephen strange x dom!reader

thor odinson

sub!thor x m!reader

thor x dom!m!reader (personal favorite)

peter parker

peter parker x symbiote!m!reader

misc.

bruce wayne x m!reader cafe au

lucifer morningstar x male reader

━━ drabbles & whatnot.

tony stark.

tony trying to dom / powerbottom

breeding w/ tony

fingering ftm!tony in public

thigh riding with bratty ftm!tony

exhibitionism and public indecency with tony

pillow princess tony

tony surprising you with lingerie

steve rogers.

fucking steve dumb

free use & steve (mentions of avengers x steve)

sentimental sex with steve

1940s soldier!steve

pre-serum steve with a praise kink

dumbification with pre-serum steve

exhibitionist steve

oral with pre-serum steve, bucky watches

fucking steve’s pecs + feminization

breeding and degrading steve

hair pulling with bratty!steve

bucky barnes.

bucky + comfort sex

oral with ftmbucky

overstimulating bucky after a nightmare

jealousy and ftm!bucky (personal favorite)

somnophilia & dub-con with bucky

steven grant + marc spector.

insecure ftm!steve grant

ftm!steven grant

more ftm steven

thigh fucking marc spector

face sitting with ftm!steven

stephen strange.

bratty ftm stephen

incubus? reader & stephen strange.

thor odinson.

submissive thor

ftm thor

needy thor wanting your attention

free use & thor

loki laufeyson.

pillow princess ftm loki, extremely mild

loki cumming from having his hair pulled

ftm loki riding you & squirting

thigh riding with ftm bratty loki

sam wilson.

rimming sam wilson

sam wilson + captain kink & praise kink

peter parker.

pushing peter to his limits with overstim

choking peter parker

rimming peter parker

teasing & fingering ftm!peter parker

eating out ftm!peter

peter wanting you to take aggression out on him

exhibitionism? with peter

ftm!peter with a size kink

cockwarming, dumbification, daddy kink, and feminization with peter

jerking peter off where the other avengers can hear

wanda maximoff.

making wanda touch herself as punishment

miguel o’hara.

exhibitionism & breeding with miguel

miguel who goes into subspace when praised

sub miguel with overstim, praise kink, & biting

breeding ftm miguel

giving miguel head while he’s at hq

enemies to casual hookups with miguel

miguel riding you

hobie brown.

fucking hobie dumb

misc / multi character.

bucky & miguel for your birthday

tony, bucky, and steve in subspace + aftercare

#❣️ - navigation #dom male reader #dom!reader #top male reader #marvel x reader #marvel x male reader #avengers x reader #avengers x male reader #steve rogers x male reader #bucky barnes x male reader #tony stark x male reader #batman x male reader #bruce wayne x male reader #x reader #x male reader #steven grant x male reader #marc spector x male reader #moonknigjt x reader #sub!steven grant #masterlist

[enretrogue]

𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗖𝗛 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟭)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

AEMOND TARGARYEN

A Targaryen Prince With a Heavy Burden — @vsnyarbll

DC

BATMOM

Doubts and Talks (+ Dick Grayson + Bruce Wayne) — @xoxo-mylove

CRIMINAL MINDS

EMILY PRENTISS

Unlucky Prologue ⎢ Pt. I ⎢ Pt. II ⎢ Pt. III — @navalcriminalimagines

NCIS

LEROY JETHRO GIBBS

New Girl — @slutforsilverfoxes

MONSTERS

The Stuff of Wet Nightmares ⎢ Pt. II — @angelltheninth

Dragon (Felix) — @flowersandbigteeth 

MAYANS M.C.

ANGEL REYES

Handle Him — @youvebeenlivingfictional

Scary — @iamaslutforcoffee

Thot Thoughts w/ Angel — @hennyjwrites

Thank You For Cleaning My Seat — @yourwonkywriter

ATTACK ON TITAN

JEAN KIRSCHTEIN (KIRSTEIN)

Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda — @spliffymae .☘︎ ݁˖

Pussy Drunk!Jean — @

10 Things I Hate About You — @robynnnhooddd

I Couldn’t Hold Back — @ackrmvvn-levi

First Kiss — @writingforcuteppl

Pussy Eating HCs (+ Eren Jaeger + Connie Springer) — @mommypieck

MCU

FRANK CASTLE/THE PUNISHER

Lessons Learned — @chellestrash

Frank and Yearning — @blackleatherjacketz

Angsty Frank Drabble — @amhrosina

Die For You — @scarlet-daisy

Just Get To Me In Time, Okay? — @thyme-in-a-bubble

Frankie Loves His Girl — @bubuslutty

La Reine de Londres (+ Billy Russo) — @bubuslutty

Hold Me Tight — @frvnkcastles

You Can Let It Go — @frvnkcastles

Valentine’s Day — @forthel0vers

Hide — @houseforwhores

The Big Bad Pineapple — @darlingshane

Melody of Tears — @frvnkcastles

Not a “Dog Person” — @forthel0vers

TRIPLE FRONTIER

BENNY MILLER

Sick Fic — @dameronscopilot

Baby Miller Series ⎢ 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 — @bullet-prooflove

FRANKIE MORALES

While We Were Young — @guess-my-next-obsession

WILL MILLER

Keeping Count — @libraryofwaterdeep

THE LAST OF US

ELLIE WILLIAMS

Dealer!Ellie — @shesluxurious

JOEL MILLER

“There Isn’t Anything That I Wouldn’t Do For You” — @dameronology

Joel x Fem!Pregnant!Reader — @forever-rogue

A Part of You, A Part of Me — @apollyonsdarksecrets

First Glimpse of Love — @valerinaswriting

To Be Alone — @cowgurrrl

STRANGER THINGS

ARGYLE

Glow — @irlganseyiii

Drabble — @munson-blurb

Under the Mistletoe with Argyle — @fanatictypist

High For This — @loveshotzz

Don’t Let Me Go Yet, Lover — @french-goodbye

EDDIE MUNSON

Control — @deepett .☘︎ ݁˖

Girls Like Me — @deepett .☘︎ ݁˖

STEVE HARRINGTON

Steve Eating You Out — @wroteclassicaly

Never Could’ve Seen You Coming — @supernovafics

Angel Eyes — @deepett .☘︎ ݁˖

STEDDIE

Part-Time Lovers — @deepett .☘︎ ݁˖

Jessie’s Girl — @deepett .☘︎ ݁˖

Kiss — @deepett .☘︎ ݁˖

#navigation

[luvly-writer]

“You are my sunshine”

Part 2: Galas and bets

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Jason Todd x Latina! Reader

Social media Au

Summary: Whilst fighting a magical being, a vision of a girl, to be precise Jason’s soulmate, is shown to the batfamily.

Series: Finished

Warnings: none

Author’s note: in my universe of the batfam, Damian is more emphatic and “caring” towards his sibling whilst also maintaining a cold front because of the years he has spent in Gotham, he has emotionally matured and therefore is nicer in a brotherly way to all of them. So that’s why you will see more of a playful and brotherly tone to him even if I’m maintaining the essence of his character through this. He handles his and the emotions of others better. Enjoy!

Taglist: @lorosette

Series masterlist:

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Writing under pictures:

Bruce and Alfred were seeing how they were practically vibrating with excitement.

“This is the first time ever I’ve seen them this excited for a gala, master Bruce” said Alfred with an amused glint to his eyes. He was also excited to meet this girl, even if it was hidden. Jason deserved good things after everything.

Bruce was baffled and amused. He lets out a small laughter. His children are going to be the death of him and he wouldn’t have it any other way. “That is correct, Alfred”

“How is master Jason?” questioned the butler seeing as he wasn’t anywhere near the rest.

At this, Bruce went to find him. He saw him in the balcony that was directly above the gardens looking up.

“You alright, Jaylad? I assumed you would be as excited as the others, even more seeing as that is your soulmate”

“you honestly believe it? this? the whole soulmate thing? YOU? Mr. Paranoid?”

Bruce chuckles, “Kid, this isn’t the first time i’ve been through a soulmate zap”

Jason looks at him intrigued

Bruce continued, “Justice League mission, they had touched Oliver and three weeks later, the same blonde girl walks up to quarters with the Black Canary mantle. Clark and Barry didn’t leave him alone for the entire day. Then, when she came to one of the galas and introduced herself as his date, I didn’t leave him alone for a whole week. He was whipped”

Jason laughs a little

Their relationship is slowly healing so it’s nice to see them have a chat without harshness been expressed

“What’s really wrong, Jason?”

“I didn’t think i was capable of being loved until i recently, or loving as a matter of fact….what if i fuck up and loose a good thing the universe has set out for me?”

“You will never know until you meet her and try”

Bruce clasps his hands on Jason’s shoulder

“Now let’s go before your siblings scare her away”

At this Jason sighs heavily, how fkn annoying can they be.

——————- gala begins- —————————————

Alfred was the only one greeting the guest, Bruce had forbidden the rest from being with him because they were worrying the rest of the guest so here they were at the ballroom, each planning their approach. The girls claimed they had it easiest, cause they could string up conversation having a girl to girl anywhere, even in the bathroom. Damian planned on using his youngest child privileges and Dick was gonna use charm. Duke intended to connect because they are both POCs in a room of stuffy rich people, and Tim was gonna use his Wayne Enterprise CEO status to connect with her through business (even if W.E. doesn’t need anything with architecture rn). And so the games began. Each separate in their own area. And Jason? In a corner with scotch in his hand wanting to numb his nerves. What they didn’t know was that Bruce knew about the bet, and planned to win as well.

Alfred saw the car arrive and the two young girls get out.

They presented their invitations and handed their coats to him.

Both girls, having recognized the butler from all the past galas, smiles at him and thanked him.

“Both of you look lovely, Misses Yang and L/n. It’s good to see you both this year again.”

“Thank you Alfred, it is good to see you too as well” responded Y/n with a bright smile.

Both girls walked towards the entrance, the same entrance everyone in the batfamily had been staring waiting anxiously for her arrival.

First they saw Nola, then Y/n, and so the games began.

(to be continued…)

<3

#batfam #batfamily #batfamily social media #batman #damian wayne #red hood #robin #tim drake #cassandra cain #dick grayson #jason todd #stephanie brown #nightwing #red robin #duke thomas #alfred pennyworth #barabara gordon #batfam socialmedia au #batgirl #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #dc social media au #dc batman #dc #dc robin #dc red hood #dc universe #jason todd x latina reader

[clutterclownstories]

🎈 Requests Closed! 🎈

What I do write:

- Gay, MLM, NBLNB, or NBLM only

-X Cis Male Reader

-X FTM Male Reader

-X NB / Gender neutral Reader

I WILL NOT write for x fem aligned

-Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrigston

Billy Hargrove

Jonathan

-Marvel

Thor

The Hulk

Iron Man

Wolverine

Black Panther

Caption America

Dr Strange

Deadpool

Loki

Vision

Shang Chi

Eddie Brock

Hawkeye

Ant Man

Star Lord

-DBH

Connor

Hank

Markus

Elijah Kamski

Open to more requests of characters (no nsfw of these characters)

-DC

Bruce Wayne (Comics)

Batman (Comics)

Superman

Aquaman

Joker

Open to more requests of different characters

-Star Wars

Obi-Wan

Anakin Skywalker

Luke Skywalker

-Batman Movie (2022)

The Batman

Bruce Wayne

The Riddler

-JJBA

Literally most characters

Jotaro X Kakyoin (The only character x character I’ll do)

-HxH

Chrollo

-Demon Slayer

Giyu

Rengoku

Tengen Uzui

Muichiro Tokito

Sanemi Shinazugaws

Open to more requests!

-COD

Simon “Ghost” riley

John Price

John “Soap” Mactavish

Gary “Roach” Sanderson

I can write for tons of characters, so even if someone isn’t on the list feel free to request! I may not know who they are, but I’ll do my best!

Things I WILL write:

-Smut (18+ CHARACTERS ONLY)

BDSM

(Aka Open to writing most kinks that I’m comfortable with.)

-Lime

-Fluff

-Angst

Comfortable with writing SH recovery, Mentions of past abuse, or past attempts of suicide. I’m also open to writing mentions of Homophobia or Transphobia (like bullying n’ stuff.)

-Headcannons

-Poly Relationship

-Specific Requests

-Unspecific Request (Still need character and Gender)

Things I WON’T write:

Non Con

18+ X 18-

Generally messed up stuff.

Racist, Transphobic, and Homophobic shit

Abusive Relationships

Some Character X Character

Non LGBTQ writing (I’m a gay man, so I write Gay stuff 🤷‍♂️)

Yandere characters or readers

Smut of IRL people (actors playing roles are okay)

When Requesting PLEASE include…

-Name of Character(s)

-Gender (FTM, Cis Male, or NB)

-Type of reader: Disabled, Chubby, Plus sized, Shorter, Taller, POC, Smart, Dumb, Clumsy, etc! (This isn’t required)

-Scenarios! (I prefer this!)

-Maximum of 4 Characters per story, 6 for headcannons.

-If your character if on multiple season of a show (example JJBA) PLEASE specify which season of the character you’d like me to write about.

Post Times!

I am disabled and have extreme fatigue, so sometimes my posting may come to a halt, but right now, I’m going to try to get out a few stories this week (if I get requests). I am also working on a slightly longer story so that’s exciting!

Byye Byee!!

#x male reader #reqs open #eddie x male reader #batman x male reader #battison #dc x male reader #marvel x reader #x reader #riddler x reader #demon slayer x reader #star wars x reader #gay pride #gay #writers on tumblr #fanfic #fluff and smutt

[blackcupidangel]

Batboys as TikToks:

Batmom and Bruce:

She was out with the girls (Diana, Selina, Lois, Dinah) and as always she loses track of time. Bruce will blow her up if she’s not home when she said she would be, as if he doesn’t have a dozen trackers on her🤨.

#batman imagine #batman x black!reader #batfamily x reader #black!batmom #black!reader #batmom #batboys #batkids #batfamily #batman x you #batman x reader #batboys x reader #bruce wayne x poc!reader #bruce wayne x y/n #bruce wayne x black!reader #bruce wayne x batmom #bruce wayne x you #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne x reader

[sherlockfoolm]

Rules, fandoms I write for and who (Please check rules)

Please send in requests (Especially yandere).

Sherlock bbc;

Sherlock Holmes

James Moriarty

Mycroft Holmes

Gotham tv series:

Jerome Valeska

Jerimiah Valeska

Fish Mooney

Jonathan Crane

Oswald Cobblepot

Edward Nygma

Bruce Wayne

Interview With The Vampire 1994:

Lestat De Lioncourt

Scream 1996:

Billy Loomis

-Stu macher

(I write poly Billy and Stu and them separately)

-Sydney Prescott

Halloween 1978

Michael Myres

Labyrinth

Jareth The Goblin King

-Spiderman

Tom holland Spiderman/Peter Parker

Andrew Garfield Spiderman/Peter Parker

Andrew Garfield Gwen

(I write Peter and Gwen poly or separately)

The Green Goblin

Star Wars

Padme Amidala

Anakin Skywalker

(I write poly Padme and Anakin and I write them separate)

Luke Skywalker

Chucky

Tiffany Valentine

Chucky/Charles Lee Ray (I can write them poly and separately)

-Carrie 1976

Carrie

Rules and stuff:

I can write yandere and the character just how they are, though I prefer yandere. (Do not get offended if a yandere fic of mine is particularly dark. That is how I view the character as a yandere)

I write smut.

I write female reader and gender neutral reader. (I will try my best with a gn reader and I apologize if I make a mistake when writing a gn reader)

I only write x reader. Do not request an oc or a ship. (Though my fanfics are written with a poc reader in mind, and I may take a poc reader request since we don't get a lot of rep)

I don't write yandere slashers beside Carrie and Billy and Stu

I only write head canons (but feel free to request full fanfics (I will write them if I find them interesting)).

As of now I don't write platonic fanfics, but I might in the future so feel free to ask.

Write as many requests as you want, but I am not obligated to write/respond to your request

#Sherlock Holmes #Gotham #Dc #Star Wars #Spiderman #jareth the goblin king #the labyrinth #Slashers #fanfiction #x reader #yandere

[brianwashere]

I posted 1,313 times in 2022

That's 1,313 more posts than 2021!

125 posts created (10%)

1,188 posts reblogged (90%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@sunsyfish

@auntvamp

@meantforinfinitesadness

@pukicho

@melonsharks

I tagged 129 of my posts in 2022

#brian’s untagged thoughts - 31 posts

#fanfic - 31 posts

#fanfic writing - 28 posts

#marvel - 26 posts

#matt murdock - 18 posts

#daredevil - 17 posts

#matt murdock x reader - 14 posts

#marvel x male reader - 14 posts

#male reader - 13 posts

#daredevil x reader - 13 posts

Longest Tag: 72 characters

#you may call me crazy now but when it comes true you’ll call me a profit

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Dawg Istg this took so long like—agh. But it’s done and the idea is out of my head now.

I’m actually really proud of it please like it

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from DC or Batman**

Pairing: batfam x poc!son!reader

Genre: found family and a lil sprinkle of angst but it ends up alright

Summary: Alrighty what do people thing about a one shot with a teen poc male reader ( older than Damian but younger than Tim ) and the Batfam. It’s the reader’s first time it this large fancy private school and they keep getting bullied for their ethnicity. By the end of the day a group of bullies writes in sharpie “go back to where you came from” and the reader doesn’t do anything for a few weeks but then on of the batbros finds out and they get super mad. Confrontation then it’s got a happy ending and stuff.

Tw: racism, no slur use but degrading comments about race, bullying

Maybe I’ll stick around

You didn’t know what to expect when Bruce Wayne, the prince of Gotham, adopted you. You’d lived years on the street and ran away from all of your foster homes at least once.

You definitely weren’t expecting him to put you in the same high class snobby rich kid school as his two youngest sons. When you asked why you were going to a “rich bitch school” he told you that you were his son now and that meant you didn’t get any different treatment than his own kids.

What a bunch of bullshit. You’re obviously just a charity case. You saw the article in the paper the day after you were officially adopted.

“Bruce Wayne adopts immigrant teenage boy”

You weren’t an immigrant.

You hated the media. Whatever. Soon he’s gunna realize how “troubled” you are and send you back to another home. You’ll run away from there too. You’ll run until they catch and deport you because, apparently, you’re an immigrant.

Your first day of school started out relatively normal. You tried to sleep in but Dick was still staying over and dragged you out of bed. That left you no choice but to get dressed into your uniform. Alfred had cooked you breakfast but you didn’t want any then he drove you, Damian, and Tim to school.

Tim looked like hell. Literal hell. His hair looked like it had never seen a hairbrush and the bags under his eyes could make Louis Vuitton jealous.

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380 notes - Posted April 22, 2022

#4

Dad!Matt struggling to communicate with his nonverbal autistic son while he is overestimated

Hello hello hello. Back again with another fic! Btw my friend with autism proof read this to make sure it was accurate and not offensive so yaaaaaayyyyyy.

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from Daredevil**

Pairing: father!Matt Murdock x autistic!son!reader!

Genre: slight angst but ends with comfort

Summary: go to req

Tw: cussing, overstimulation, Matt sorta snaps at his son :(

All Too Much

It was a humid day. Too humid. Gross. Muggy. It made your clothes stick to your skin and made your hair damp. It made you want to gag.

Matt had to take you to work this Saturday. You didn’t really mind because you liked Foggy and Karen but the office smelled horrible and the color hurt your eyes. You sighed and flapped the hand that wasn’t being held by your dad.

“Almost there, Jr, c’mon.” Your dad seemed distracted, which means he couldn’t pay attention to what you were signing in his hand.

Not that you really could anyway; one of your hands was holding his. His phone was in his pocket which meant you couldn’t use the text to speech app he downloaded for you.

You two stopped in front of his law firm. He buzzed in opened the door, gesturing for you to go in. As soon as you walked in the smell of the neighboring offices hit you. The scent of smoke and mold and the feel of the dust brushing your face made you gag. You looked at your father. You wanted to tell him you didn’t wanna be in here.

“Alright Jr, up we go. I’m running late.” He picked up his walking stick and began jogging up the stairs.

You watched him and took a deep breath before following him up the stairs. You bit your bottom lip hard.

Every possible sense was immediately flooded with too much information.

The phone ringing. People talking. Papers flicking. All the different smells of individual people. Cigarette smoke coming in through the window from a neighboring office. The underlying stench of mold. The sun was too bright. The paint on the walls reflected a horrible color due to the light. Suddenly your once soft shirt’s collar gripped your neck too tight. It felt like every fibre of the shirt was rubbing just the wrong way on your arm hairs, your skin. There was a gross taste of sweat mixed with the copper taste from your now bleeding lip.

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381 notes - Posted June 5, 2022

#3

Hello there, simps. I am here to give you ✨smut✨. I actually wasn’t really planning on posting this but then my lovely friend encouraged me to…so here we are—

**i do not own any franchise or characters from Daredevil**

Shameless teasing

Pairing: Bottom!Matt Murdock x top!m!reader

Warnings: smut, top reader, m!reader

Smut under the cut!!!

◈𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 𝅒 𝅓 ◈

You. You. You. That’s the only thing Matt can think of. You stretching him out with two fingers as he clenches. He’s already rock hard just from some foreplay.

He whimpers as you barely brush his prostate. God, he wanted to scream. He wanted to make the most sinful noises in hopes of pleasing you.

“God, please—I just—“ Matt was interrupted by a moan when you hit his prostate again, that drove him over the edge “PLEASE JUST FUCK ME ALREADY—please please please please please.”

“Aw baby, who am I to deny such a humble request?” You replied cooly.

You pulled your fingers out of him slowly, deliberately. He let out another small whimper; it was pathetic and high pitched. You’re heart curled with something—arousal. You rested your tip on his rim.

“Ready, baby cakes?”

“Yes, daddy.” He breathed out.

You pushed into him gently until you bottomed out.

“Tell me when.” You said as you massaged his thighs tenderly.

“Now. Please—God, now…” he was so desperate.

You pulled out and slammed into him with so much force he was knocked from his elbows to flat on his face. He didn’t have the energy to get up.

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427 notes - Posted March 19, 2022

#2

Okie dokie here I am again. Another batbro reader insert lol. I wrote this cause I wanted to write and also cause I looked at how MASSIVE the Wayne manor is.

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from DC or Batman**

Pairing: Damian Wayne x older!brother!reader

Genre: found family fluff stuff

Summary: Damian noticed his older brother gets anxious around people so he decided to show him a secret

Trigger warnings: mentions of social anxiety and being overwhelmed

A Small Secret

Damian sighed with feigned annoyance as he dragged you by the hand through the halls of Wayne Manor.

“You really are just as stupid as I thought you were.” He lied.

“Yeah yeah talk it up Mr. ‘I don’t know how to work Snapchat.’” You mocked.

Damian scoffed but remained quiet.

Victory.

“You said you get anxious and overwhelmed when a lot of people come over, even if you know them.” Damian stated.

“Yes I…did.” You were confused how that played into him dragging you to a far wing of the manor.

When you got to a bookshelf he stopped.

“Wow. A bookshelf. Congratulations Damian, I think you found the cure to my social anxiety.” Sarcasm dripped from your words.

“It’s not just a bookshelf.” He said as he pulled a book from the shelf.

The book shelf opened on its hinges and revealed a small cozy library.

“What? This is…” You trailed off.

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512 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Imagine

Puppy eyes

Ok so I was watching Daredevil and realized how frikin different Matt looked with and without his glasses. With glasses he’s a super cool handsome bastard and without them he’s just this puppy lookin dude.

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from Daredevil**

Pairing: Matt Murdock x gn!reader

Genre: fluff, pure light hearted stuff

Tw: none really, beginning of a make out session but not too much detail about it. Sorta implied sexual content(???)

Imagine you and Matt just starting out in a relationship and your having your first make out session at his place. You take his glasses off and you realize it’s the first time you’ve seen him with no glasses. You just sort of stare at his puppy face for a second. He gets really confused ( and worried ) though because he can hear your heartbeat increase. When he asks you what’s wrong you just sort of giggle and cup his face in your hands and whisper “you look like a puppy” to which he blushes and laughs the purest laugh you’ve ever heard

It was dark outside. You were sitting on Matt’s lap, gently kissing him. You shifted and he groaned slightly. You pulled away, gasping for breath.

“You might wanna take these off.” You chuckled and reached for his red lenses.

He closed his eyes when you pulled them off. You folded them and reached to set them on the small table beside the couch. You returned and cupped his face before realizing something and stopping.

You stared at him with wide eyes. Gently tracing his jaw absentmindedly. His eyes were looking off to the side and his face knit together into a look of worry.

“Is…everything ok?” He asked quietly. The concern was evident in his tone.

“Yeah, yeah…everything is fantastic it’s just—I’ve never seen your eyes before…” You continue to look at the beautiful color of them.

“You look like a puppy” You whispered in a giggle.

His face recoils a bit and his eyes widen before it relaxes and he laughs. Such a sweet and beautiful laugh.

“I’ll keep that in mind whenever I need to beg for something from you.” He chuckles. “Ok ok, let’s get back to it.”

“Whatever you want, Puppy.”

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[midsommur]

Hi! How are you?? I just wanted to ask for your opinion ☺️

Okay this may sound weird but i just saw a post of a blogger saying that “if you read bruce wayne x reader inserts you are being racist” and I was like confused? How can it be racist to read reader inserts? 😅 this blogger said that i was bc writers tried to steal the spotlight from bruce x selina and just ship bruce with white characters. But i just don’t see how it is racist? I mean I read many reader inserts but many of my fav writers are POC and I try to support their content as much as i can… Am I doing wrong? 😅

Are you fucking on drugs

#asks

[vizcous]

i currently write for:

🖤 bruce wayne (the batman 2022)

🖤 the twilight saga (the cullen family + bella swan)

general rules:

🖤 ask box is always open ! however, i am not obligated to fulfill any requests or respond to any asks. i reserve the right to refuse or ignore any request or ask for any reason. if you believe i may be unable or unwilling to fulfill your request, you can always ask. s to recommend another writer who may be better suited for your request.

🖤 at this point in time i do not full on smut. i am okay doing nsfw headcanons or thirsts, but i am not yet confident in my ability to write full smut pieces.

🖤 if a gender is not specified in a request, i will default to a gender neutral reader. i write for all genders, and i do not default to an AFAB reader. if you would like. e to write for a AFAB, AMAB, transmasc, transfem, non-binary or any other gender, please specify.

🖤 i do not write explicitly white readers. if no race is specified, i will do my best to be ambiguous and inclusive. i am a black man. i write to include poc. you may request for an explicitly black, brown, latine, asian, or other minority reader, and i will do my best to be accurate and realistic.

imagine rules:

🖤feel free to request a par two or to fill the same request with a different character ! however, i still reserve the right to decline requests.

🖤 i will not write: eating disorders, self-harm, suicide, miscarriage, incest or pedophilia.

🖤 i will write: AU, polyamory, trans character x reader, angst, breakups, infidelity, character death, parenthood, and pregnancy.

🖤 if you want to request something not specified, go ahead and i will let you know if i’m down write it or not !

headcanons rules:

🖤 all above rules apply !

🖤 max 5 characters (you can always send the same request for different characters)

final notes:

🖤 i have ADHD and dyslexia. everything i post may not be grammatically perfect or have perfect spelling. i try my best, i still fuck up.

🖤 i am a full time student and i work part-time as well. i have a life outside of writing for this blog. i may not be the fastest at getting things out, especially during the week.

🖤 this blog is for practice ! i do this for free, i do this for fun, please remember that !

[dcuimagines]

Alpha! Bruce Wayne definitely scents his s/o when they’re about to go out, he’ll nestle his face in your neck and maybe can some hickeys a little lower so people will know you’re spoken for

ϟ a/b/o dynamics

send me your thoughts/headcanons on alpha!bruce

definitely!

the first time alpha!bruce scents you would be more significant to your relationship with him than the first kiss

if you’re ever feeling nervous or anxious before going to events, then bruce would hold you close while gently crooning and scenting you until you’ve calmed down

alpha!bruce would leave many dark hickies around your neck, right above your tits, and on your hands

there are many alphas out there, and he also knows that whenever you head out to parties/events that there’s a good chance that lex would also be there

so he’d leave hickies on your wrist as well, because lex is a flirtatious piece of shit and always kisses her hand as greeting

lex notices and decides to back off upon noticing that you’re spoken for (but is oblivious as to who)

sometimes when someone goes to hug you they might press too close to the scent gland near your neck and might unintentionally get themselves covered in the scent (oops)

#alpha!bruce x omega!reader #alpha!bruce #dcu imagines #bruce wayne x black!reader #bruce wayne x poc reader #~ bruce wayne ~ #omegaverse

[chocolate-milk-fanfics]

Brown Sugar and Honey

Chapter 1: The accidental meeting of a lifetime

Prologue

It was like any other day when you met him. A busy work day at the hospital and after that your shift of 3 busy hours at Arkham. The criminals there were unique but passionate. You didn't treat them any different though. And unknown to you that was refreshing for most them. Being able to see your smiling face and hear sarcastic jokes was a good change of scenery from the dry, condescending doctors, nurses and officers. 

You were walking through a dark alley; a short cut to your home. You knew someone has been following you but if they wanted to hurt you they should of done it already. Glancing over your shoulder you saw a male silhouette in the shadow. You didn't recognize them and let out a sigh in unexcitement already knowing what was going to happen before his hand was around your neck. 

“What's a pretty little thing like you doing out this late.. Don't you know there's dangerous people like me out at night?” he whispered into your neck as he forced your arms above your head.

“To be frank, I find more intimidation in a Chihuahua than you. And they're basically growling rat dogs.” 

“W-what did you just say bitch?”

“Are you deaf as well? I said I find more intimidation in a Chi-” 

You didn't get to finish your sentence because of a harsh slap to the cheek causing your head to snap to the side making you see stars.

“Little girls that talk too much get punished..” he growled into your ear. You wanted to protest and say that you're probably only a few years younger than him but the feeling of cold metal was against your neck. You stiffened immediately, trying to think of a way to get out of this.  You wanted to use your powers but at the same time you didn't want to rely on a gift for everything that goes on in your life. “Move and I'll slit your throat.”

“Ahh.. There's knife. Of course there's a knife.” You mumbled under your breath. Cursing your luck, you stayed still as the knife pressed deeper into your neck causing a small amount of blood to pool at the tip of the blade. 

The man smirked seeing that you were silent and dragged the knife down slowly cutting your shirt. “Not so tough now are you? Let's see what you look like under these clothes. This is your own fault. If you would just let it happen then I wouldn't need the knife. By the way the names Drew, I wanna hear you scream it while I’m working got it slut?”

By now your shirt was cut half way down exposing your black lace bra that held your brown breast. When he reached out to pin you down however you used it as a chance to stop messing around. Your hand found his wrist and you quickly moved to force it behind his back. You kicked the back of his leg causing him to fall to the ground as you kept a tight hold on him. His arm mad a sickening crack as your forced it up higher with a growl.

“I don't know who you think you are, Drew, but never call me a slut again got it?” But in a blink of an eye you were thrown off and a tall figure in all black stood protectively over you. 

“That's enough. Are you ok Miss?” the person said. Looking up you held back a gasp knowing who it was. 

“Batman?”

“Miss, are you ok? Did this man hurt you anywhere? I know you had it handled but it doesn't hurt to check.” he asked again not breaking eye contact with the scared man.

“No I'm fine thank you. He only cut my shirt. I’ve met dogs scarier than him to be honest.” You said with a smile as you stood up slowly so you didn't get whiplash.

“Good. Now if you don't mind I’ll be taking him with me to the station.”

“No its ok I forgive him.”

“What?” they both said in shock. Batman finally turning to look at you to check you over.

“Ma’am Are you sure you’re alright? Did you hit your head?” he walked around you checking for any injuries while making sure to keep an eye on the man. 

“Yeah I’m fine. Stuff like this happens all the time.” You said with a shrug. Your nonchalant attitude toward almost being raped was shocking and saddening to both men. “I’m just glad my family wasn't around or this guy would end up dead like all the others.”

….

“Wait what?” Drew said finally speaking up. 

“If you wanna take him though that’s up to you Batman.” you said with a shrug. With Batman focused on you Drew was able to creep away. Holding his dislocated shoulder he turned the corner and ran away  “Welp he’s gone now anyway, it doesn't matter.”

Bruce turned his head to see that man did in fact get away, and he was ready to pursue him but the hand on his cape brought him to a stop, but he didn't turn around this time. Instead, he kept an eye on the other end of the alley as you let go of him to speak. “Its almost midnight. I think it would best for you to go home instead of running after a low life, Bruce. You have a gala to go to tomorrow after all.”

“You’re ri- Wait.. what did you call me?” Bruce felt his blood run cold as he turned to look at you. Only to see you weren't there. No evidence of your existence left behind at all, only his memory.

 “Shit.”

--

Stretching out your neck, you dropped your bag at the foot of your bed and peeled off your soiled shirt. Teleportation is something you didn't like to do often from long distances but it did help when you needed to get out of awkward situations, like the one you just escaped from. You couldn't believe you let that slip, sure you knew for years now that he was Batman but that was a secret you had not meant to expose. It was hard at first but to be honest you knew that chin and jawline anywhere. It looked like it was sculpted by the gods and could cut diamonds after all, and it was on almost graffitied billboard in the narrows. At first you thought it was just a coincidence but then you saw his equipment and car in action a few times on the way home from work, and after some digging you found the net cost of it all after finding out what type of car it was from your sister. 

And first of all a custom built Mercedes-Benz Maybach Exelero is well over 8 million dollars, nobody in Gotham had that type of money expect the .5% and even more digging showed that that much would leave many of them bankrupt leaving behind an even smaller amount of people, and then the only way to find out was just who was willing to give the Bat that much money, Bruce Wayne was the only one to support the Bat. And the cost of everything can't just be given for free, especially not when what someone was doing is illegal. Or when you can’t buy a car like that in cash or wire that much money without the police getting involved. So it didn't leave much room for who else could be doing it.

You kept this to yourself, however. Something like this was pretty serious after all, and even though you didn't support the violence he used, it did keep bad people at bay. A sigh escaped your mouth as you were left in your underwear, taking off your bra, you put on a large shirt that reached past your thighs and peeked out your room. “Ma! I'm home! Are the twins here!?” a scream was heard from kitchen causing you to teleport straight there.  “Ma? Are you-”

You didn't get to finish you sentence due to the tray that hit you in the face. Holding your face as you bent over groaning your mother clutched her chest. “CHild wHat have I TOLD you about that shit!?” she cried out still clutching her chest, feeling like her heart would leap out at any moment. “You see!? That's what you get! I ain't gonna say sorry either!” the rest of her words were mumbled in anger at the surprise of your appearance.

“Oh god.. Mommy! WHY!? Seriously? The Tray!?” you groaned out as you held your sore nose, normally you didn't raise your voice at your mother but right now seemed like a pretty reasonable time.

“I’m not saying sorry. Do you see where we live? And you wan go an’ creep up behind people.” she said simply as she turned her back to face you, placing the tray on the counter as she wiped it down. “Since you here season the chicken. I don't wanna do it.”

Unable to argue with your mother and win, you swallowed down your pride and the pain in your face as you obeyed her, putting on the glove needed to season the meat. While you seasoned the chicken to be put in the oven she started the rice and beans. At least now you had lunch for a good 2 days from the leftovers that you'll have from this.

Silence surround the two of you in the kitchen as you both worked on your own assigned part of dinner. The silence isn't bad per se but given the current circumstances it was awkward. “How was work Y/n?” your mother finally said to break the silence.

“Work at the hospital was fine. Arkham was the same as usual, but I got assigned a new person to my rounds.” you explained softly as you placed the freshly seasoned chicken in the roaster pot and putting on the tray cover you were assaulted with on top. 

“A new person?”

“Yeah some new girl that actually used to be a doctor there. I'm not allowed to tell you anything more than that though” you explained, as you placed the pot in the already preheated oven. Said doctor was a woman about your age, she was a few years old though, and after giving the Joker therapy she changed and started working with and for him. She even fell in love with his abusive ways. She was kind though, and you felt so bad for her but you didn't show it. She didn't need pity, nor would she want it. 

Time passed by as the kitchen got hotter, one of the many results of cooking in an apartment. The two of you continued to talk as you helped make dinner, conversations never going dry as something new popped into both or your heads. By the time dinner was completely ready, rice beans, and veggies included, the kitchen felt like a sauna and the open window didn't feel like much.  Since the food was done your mother took a plateful of food and went to her room, most likely to watch one of her shows.  Looking at the time it was past midnight, 1 in the morning, and with your jobs, eating dinner this late was a family norm. Your siblings shouldn't be home for another hour, probably to scold you about not waiting for the car to pick you up from Arkham. They cared, that much you knew, but sometimes they cared too much when its not needed. A sigh escaped your lips as you got your own plate and sat alone at the table to eat, a normal occurrence for you. 

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