#dceu fanfiction

[xoxo-mylove]

Missing Something You've Never Had

(Bruce Wayne x Batmom!Reader, Batmom!Reader x Batboys)

*NOT EDITED*

Word count: 5,162

Synopsis: You walk in to your home to find your family looking a t you like a stranger. Your family’s counterparts discover the life they could have had and you severely miss your version of the batboys.

Warnings: Angst, LOTS and lots of angst, self-hate, Bruce Wayne’s destructive thoughts, parental issues, mommy issues and hell daddy issues too, very sad in general, I’m sorry in advance, fluff toward the end

(*A/N: I lied in my last post lol I definitely was not writing but I finished this very sad batmom one-shot that I hope will make up for it before going into this new year! I won’t guarantee another one-shot soon but I will promise you it will be an Al Ghul!Reader! So be on the lookout!! Anyway, keep in mind this Bruce is very much canon Bruce Wayne who is allergic to affection. I hope you enjoy lovelies)

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Coming back from work and seeing your family look at you like you were an alien was definitely...shocking. And yet right there they were. 

After not seeing your family in the kitchen once you arrived home. you immediately went down to the Batcave.

Walking down the steps and approaching your husband with a smile you didn’t even hear Barry’s shout  ‘Wait Y/N!’ before you embraced your love and felt him stiffen under your touch.

It seems that your action ensued silence over the room and you slowly let Bruce go and looked around the room to see your boys looking at you with obvious shock underneath their cowls and masks.

 Damian looks at you with an expression you haven’t been faced with since when he first arrived at the manor. Your baby boy looking at you with suspicion and contempt was staggering. This was the first crack that formed in your heart.

Then there was Tim. Your Tim, looking at you with a guarded appearance and eyes screaming caution. Like you weren’t supposed to be there. Your boy who would immediately come to you after his night out and seek a hug. Now it was like he was looking through you, creating yet another crack in your heart.

Next was Jason whose face added to your heartbreak when he merely glanced at you. Not even sparing you an extra look as if you weren’t someone on his radar. Your Jay-bird looking at you with such indifference and lack of love.

And your first son. Your oldest looking at you with no love but concern. Not concerned for you but for his brothers. As if your mere presence was disrupting something. As if there is no reason you should be there.

No reason.

You glance back at Bruce to see him looking at you with that stare. The guarded batman stare. Now you feel dizzy. Quickly glancing towards Barry not wanting to see your Bruce looking at you like that, you face Barry with widened eyes and a flushed face. 

Barry looking at you with genuine sympathy says the words that confirmed all your worst fears. “This isn't your family Y/N. They’re from a different universe” 

God, you're going to be sick.

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After seeing your shocked face and the uncomfortable, suffocating silence in the room Barry took you back inside the manor to explain to you and Alfred what happened. Leaving your fa- leaving them in the cave.

Apparently, Barry had a run-in with reverse Flash and somehow your family was sucked into a wormhole transporting them into another universe while taking a version of your family in that universe here. in your universe..... It was all very confusing and devastating to hear and you shed a few tears.

You had to have asked Barry a dozen questions about this other universe about where they could be, how this happened, and most importantly, how you were going to get them back. Barry told you that he and the league are figuring it out and will find them and you believe him.

So here you are sitting at dinner with a different version of your family in silence. It actually makes you want to cry.

Right now the boys would be telling you and Bruce about their day and catching you both up on their lives. Instead, they’re looking down at their plates while awkwardly glancing at you and hurriedly glancing away once you make eye contact with them. 

It’s horrible.

And don't even get started on Bruce, that man has made a point to not even glance at you the entire duration of dinner. Just sitting there with a blank face and clearing his throat every few minutes.

It’s horrible.

Having enough of the silence (felt like knives in your back not being able to talk to your family) you clear your throat and immediately all their eyes shoot towards you.

Flushing from the attention your smile hesitantly chooses to try and talk to them instead of silence. They are still your family. They’re still your boys and husband. You’re just not their person right now. And until you can see your family again (you will see them again) you still care for these people and will do anything to make sure they are comfortable in their home.

“I- I know this is- well this situation we are in is very.... umm well it’s very”

“Weird” Dick blurts out before he can stop himself, earning a look from Bruce whose attention has been solely on you since you opened your mouth.

“Yes, Hon- I mean yes, Dick It’s very weird. But this is--- no matter what universe you all are from it’s still your home. And I don’t want you guys to be uncomfortable in your own home so if you have any questions just.... well just ask.”

the silence stretches out between you all before you hear a voice from your left.

“What exactly are you to us- I mean what are you to them?” Tim asks.

The question itself was easy to answer before but now in front of the boys who you know have got through horrible and traumatic things just the same as yours. You don’t know how they will react especially Bruce, Mr. Idontdesrvelove. (Though he’s gotten so much better with you and the kids)

“Well, I'm your guy’s mom.”

Silence. Deafening silence and then Alfred thankfully arrives, saving you from the conversation you know you’ll have to have at some point. But not today. Not when it’s so fresh. 

“Miss Y/N, you do have an early day tomorrow so I think it’s all time we retire to bed. I'm sure you all are especially tired from your night.” Alfred says with a sympathetic tone you are so grateful for.

“Of course” You stand up from your chair drawing attention to you once again.

You face your......you face the boys and smile softly and bid them goodnight. Hoping that when you wake up that this is all a bad dream and Bruce will be snoring in the bed and you hear your kid's voices outside the door.

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Bruce’s POV

This is all very uncomfortable. Bruce has a wife whom he’s never met in his life and who is the mother to his children.

Bruce watches you walk up the stairs to a bed that they share or he shares with you. The other him.

Ever since you hugged him in the Batcave and looked at him with eyes so tender and full of love Bruce couldn't help but feel a small amount of jealousy of....the other him. He has it all. He has children and a wife. Who loves him. He must not be as fucked up as he is. Your Bruce probably still has his parents or didn't witness their murder and has healthy coping issues. Yeah, he's envious of this other him.

Bruce looks to his kids to see them also confused staring at you. Is this what your kids have as a mother? Someone to go to for that soft and soothing guidance. How he remembers his mother was to him. He’s not just envious of the other Bruce but envious for his children. His rampant thoughts are stopped when Alfred- your Alfred speaks again. 

“master...Master Bruce, I've set you up in the spare room by master Jason’s. It is ready for you to retire in whenever you see fit. Boys your rooms are... well they  are ready for you but if this manor is different ill be happy to show you the way.”

“Don't worry Alfred this manor is the same as ours” Jason speaks up for the first time since arriving.

“Very well boys if you need me I'll be in the kitchen preparing tea for Miss Y/N” Alfred takes his leave and the boys instantly start up their conversations.

“This is freaky..” Tim says while glancing at his Bruce and brothers.

“Yeah. We have a...mother in this universe” Dick hesitantly says, like saying the word ‘mother’ is all but confusing to him.

“yeah, I probably don’t get snuffed by Joker in this one” Jason offers sarcastically. Bruce closes his eyes at this and leans back in his chair. He saw Jason’s Robin costume. Identical to the one in their Batcave. Maybe this universe isn’t as good as he thought if your Bruce still couldn’t save Jason from his fate.

Damian ever the blunt kid speaks Bruce's thoughts, “Tch, I don't think so Todd. I saw your infamous Robin costume. Identical to the one in our universe” He says snidely. 

“Yeah, me too evil spawn. It’s called a joke.” Jason responds while rolling his eyes.

“Boys. Enough” Bruce says with a firm tone that stops all conversation.

“Let’s go to the sitting room we have a lot to discuss.” Bruce stands up and leaves the kitchen hearing the sound of footsteps and disgruntled murmurs trailing after him.

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Bruces POV

The boys and he have been talking about how to get back to their universe for a while. Bruce has made it a point to not bring up you in the conversation. Silence just ensues and awkward answers when you are brought up.

Talking with Dick about using the Batcave to contact this universes League and help get home he sees Damian get up off the chair and stride to a cabinet filled with...CDs? Damian grabs four of them and hesitantly grabs another looking at it for a second before putting it underneath the other four and walking back to the couch.

“I found CDs that have our names on them.” He announces effectively stopping all conversation and capturing all of our attention.

The silence stretches out before Dick speaks up, “Should we watch them.” When everyone is still silent he hurriedly explains himself “Well, I just mean are you curious about how the other versions of us live. Especially with Y/N”

It's silent again until suddenly Jason stands up ripping the CDs from Damian's hands (making him scramble up to get them back before Dick scolds him) and puts one in effectively shutting everyone up and their attention is drawn to the TV.

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Dick’s POV

This whole day has been extremely weird and uncomfortable. Especially uncomfortable to know that another version of him has another mom. And yet as he watches the home video play out the feeling of uncomfortableness leaves and jealousy replaces it.

He watches Bruce and you record yourself making him his birthday breakfast. Something that sounds so simple and normal it makes Dick’s heart break a little.

“BRUCE STAWP!” You squeal dodging the whipped cream he tries to get on your face. “What? You can do it to me but I can’t do it to you?” your Bruce asks with a smile and whip cream plopped on his nose. “Yes, it is fair because I am the one making our son's birthday breakfast,” You say looking into the camera with a big beautiful smile. The boys and Bruce see your Bruce pick up the camera and record you putting the finishing touches on your Dick’s pancakes. “It’s six a.m love, the kid is still drooling right now” They hear Bruce say behind the camera.“Still Bruce, we need to sing happy birthday first thing in the morning!” your say with a childish whine. While balancing the tray of breakfast food and smiley pancakes in a tray.

Dick feels his throat close up and the need to run away while watching the video. This love that he sees you have for your Dick and the care your Bruce is showing is something he has never experienced since living with Bruce and yet misses. Can you miss something you’ve never had? Because this is definitely how he feels. Dick remembers the touch and love of a mother and watching this just reminds him of the feeling.

The boys watch as Bruce records you opening the door to your Dick’s room and see little dick sleeping with drool on his pillow.“God, he’s going to be embarrassed when he’s older and watches this video” they hear Bruce say with a quiet laugh. You turn and give him a fake stern look and crouch down by Dick’s bed and softly shake him awake. Your Dick slowly opens his eyes and focuses on you. His face instantly lit up and a smile breaks out on his face. “Mom!” he yells out happily pulling the covers back while you set the tray on his lap. Giving him a kiss on the cheek good morning. They hear Bruce laugh and tell Dick happy birthday while giving him an affectionate head shake. The boys and Bruce watch Dick and the two of you sing ‘Happy Birthday’, eat pancakes together, laugh and smile, and basically be a family. The video ends with Dick taking the camera from Bruce and whispering into the lens saying, “This is the best Birthday ever!” with a cheesy smile on his face.

Dick is uncharacteristically silent while everybody looks at him. He finally stands up and takes his CD out putting someone else’s in drawing their attention back to the TV. 

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Damian’s POV

This whole thing is ridiculous. Everyone is getting all sappy over a single woman who none of them know. Damian sees this as stupid and it quite frankly makes him angry. He already has a mother. he doesn't need to listen and watch himself with a strange woman. 

And yet just like Dick, the anger turns to sadness and he also becomes jealous. Watching another version of himself receive the love and attention that Damian has only seen in movies and read in books. And yet as he watches him and his siblings fight to open presents he is reminded that he is just a kid.

Who just wants a family.

“Everyone! Everyone!” Video you calls out to your children currently fighting for presents. “Because this is Damian’s first Christmas with us he will be opening the first gift,” you say in a tone that makes all your children concede and watch Damian open one of his gifts. As you hand your Damian a gift wrapped in Christmas Robin wrapping and a black bow he immediately dives in and opens it to find a collar. Confused he looks at you and at his father to see you both smiling at him, chuckling. Your Damian watches you leave the room and come back in with a black kitten with white paws in your arms. Damian lets out a loud gasp and runs to you taking the cat in his arms. The camera zooms in on his blinding smile and his small whisper of “Thank you Ummi” to you. The boys and Damian watch as you give him a big kiss on his forehead and Bruce giving him a big hug.

The silence stretches out between the group because everyone knows that in their universe Damian doesn't receive Alfred the cat in such a memorable and sweet way.

Damian especially is just staring at the screen yearning for that motherly love. And a bad thought crosses his mind of what if they just stayed here. Damn the consequences. He wishes for this mom.

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Tim’s POV

Tim’s always been curious and once he saw you giving an affectionate hug to Bruce and the pain that went across your face when his brothers and he looked at you with indifference.

 Watching his brother's faces while they watched their home videos he was a little scared of his.

 His mother has always been distant and he’s never really experienced motherly love but watching you in the home videos, he’s scared to see you with him and be consumed with jealousy like his brothers. Scared to watch you love a version of himself and not experience that love. 

And yet he watches his video and is filled with that feeling anyway.

“Hellooo whoever is watching this home video!” you say with a smile. “It’s probably us sweetheart,” Bruce says popping into the frame. You hurriedly move the camera away from him and talk to the camera. “Ignore him. But today we are at Tim’s school watching him graduate!” you say with a happy squeal and turn the camera to zoom in on Tims's figure clad in his cap and gown, oblivious to your recording him. “Tim is graduating with high honors and receiving multiple awards tonight” the boys and Bruce listen to your Bruce say in an obviously proud tone. The boys watch as multiple names are called and you both politely clapping for every student. And once you hear Tim’s name you both go ballistic. While as ballistic as your Bruce could go by whistling and clapping louder than ever with a proud grin. But for you, you're screaming at the top of your lungs, on the verge of sobbing, shouting “My baby boy!” earning looks from bystanders and laughs from your husband. The video ends with your Bruce recording you giving your Tim the biggest hug and kiss on the cheek while he smiles a bashful smile and celebrates with you and his dad.

Tim’s thoughts run rampant so much that he needs to lie down. He’s never felt this bitter and angry. His Bruce didn't come to his graduation and he’s watching everything he’s ever wanted happen on screen.

 It's not right and it's not fair. 

Why does your family get you and they don’t?

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Jason’s POV

He already knows what’s going to be on that CD. He knows how he’ll react and he knows that he mentally can’t do that right now. He can’t watch something that he died for (a mother's love) play out in front of him.

He won't do it. 

“I’m going to bed” Jason suddenly announces. It's suffocating in the living room and he can’t deal with looking at anybody’s face any longer.

He doesn't stick around for an answer he just goes up to his...other his’s room. He expects to see a room identical to his but once he opens the door he sees a completely different room.

This one looks lived in. Like someone uses it. In his universe, he rarely goes into his childhood room. Too many memories and too many feelings he rather not face. But this room. There are recent pictures of him. Multiple pictures of him and his... family all happy together.

He hurriedly looks away and strips himself of his extra gear and lies on his..or his bed in silence. He feels uncomfortable very weird.

He turns on his side prepared to close his eyes and hopefully not wake up for a long time when he sees it. On his bedside table is a framed photo of you and him. He’s in front of you smiling a cheesy bright smile (missing teeth prominent in the photo) dressed in a Peter Pan costume. Your arms are wrapped around his neck with a beautiful grin on your face dressed in a Tinker bell costume. 

It’s so stupid but it makes him smile like a fool because at least a version of himself finally received the love of a mother. 

Something he’s yearned for all his life before joker was to have a mother in his life and the thought that he gets that in a different universe is what makes it easy for him to close his eyes and sleep that night.

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Bruce’s POV

Jason just left and the suffocating silence returns. 

Bruce sees Dick slowly rise from the couch and tell everybody to go to bed and something about talking more in the morning. He hears his sons rise from the couch sleepily making their way into their rooms and feels Dick linger by the doorway.

“Bruce are....are you going to bed?” he hears the hesitance in his voice and he wonders if Dick was going to ask him a different question but stopped himself. 

Isn’t that the relationship they have? Unable to communicate and ask each other what's wrong.

It’s all his fault.

If he wasn’t so scared he could have found Y/N in his life and his family would have been different.

He would have been different.

he finally finds words to answer his son, “I think...I think I'm going to stay up a little while longer.” he says while turning his profile to him.

Bruce hears him whisper a soft “okay” and walks off into his room for the night. He waits until he hears the door close, to get up off the couch and grab the CD labeled ‘Wedding’.

The mere title makes his stomach drop but he’s always been one to emotionally scar himself. He sits back down to watch the video play out. He releases a strangled sigh when he sees himself in a suit and tie.

“What does the Groom to be have to say on this lovely day” a voice Bruce recognizes as Clark says. He sees himself looking at the camera dressed to impress with a small smile on his face rolling his eyes at his friend's tone. “I'm very happy today Clark” the lucky him responds. “Oh yeah! Why might that be you think?” Your Bruce sighs, “Because I'm getting married to the love of my life Clark.” Bruce hears your Clark release an annoying ‘awwww’ that makes your bruce roll his eyes and shoo him off. He watches the video for a while and he sees the whole league there. He sees his friends as Bruce Wayne and Batman all together for you and your Bruce. He watches your friends and your Bruces friends leave sweet heartfelt messages that you both probably watched later. Alfred's message is what makes his throat constrict. “I’ve known Master Bruce since he was a little boy and I can't tell you how happy it makes me to be able to see him finally share his life with the most graceful woman on this planet. Someone who continues to amaze me with her beautiful character and who I think of as a daughter. I am unbelievably happy that my boy has met you and is going to spend the rest of his life with you. I love you both very much.” With tears building in his eyes, he sees Clark open the door to see you in a white dress with a brilliant smile. When you open your mouth to speak is when the video starts to buffer and stop. 

Bruce sits up in his seat praying that the video starts to work again when it completely pauses on your face. 

The video stopped working. 

And maybe that is the breaking point but the tears fall and he drops his head into his hands. Shoulders shaking and gasping for breath he cries. He cries because of the life he could’ve lived. The person he could have lived it with.

He cries for the mother his kids could have had and the presence that could have helped them through their lives. His kids. His wonderful kids deserved that and he hates himself for not giving that to them.

He also hates himself for not letting himself have that.

He doesn't know how but he eventually gets up off the couch and walks to the extra room by Jason’s. He passes your room on the way and just stands in front of it. This is the room you share with him. The other him. 

He wonders what it feels like to sleep in another person's arms for years. He never knew he could want something like that. 

He doesn't sleep that night. Not even a little bit.

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Y/N’s POV

Waking up today felt like a dream for you. You closed your eyes relishing in the warmth you expected to be there only to feel cold.

Your eyes snap open. Oh yeah, he’s not here. 

They’re not here. And yet they are. They are all inside the manor in their rooms but they are not yours. They are not your boys or husband. They are versions of your kids and best friend.

But that doesn't mean you can be weird to them you scold yourself.

This is weird to them too. This woman they’ve never met in their lives claiming to be their mother and wife. You’d be freaked out too.

Right there in your bed, you swear to at least talk to your kids. Even though they are not your kids you could never not love any version of them. Getting ready for the day you walk downstairs to see them all inside the kitchen. 

Immediately all their eyes draw to you and you smile at them softly. “Good Morning,” you say to them all, failing to catch Bruce’s eyes. You hear soft greetings back while getting your coffee ready. 

“I’ve warmed up the car for you Miss Y/N” you hear Alfred say.

“Oh thank you! I'll be leaving in a few,” you reply back gratefully. You never wake up early enough to do it yourself. Bruce usually does it for you during the cold months.

“Where are you going?” you hear five different voices say all at once. You turn around to see them all looking expectantly at you. 

Shocked that they’ve said more than three words to you. It takes you a while to reply. 

“Oh, I um I'm going to work in early today, I'm an architect.” The silence and surprise in their eyes is kind of insulting. They must notice you take offense because Dick hurriedly tries to explain their shock.

“Not in an offensive way course. You seem very smart. It’s just being an architect in Gotham City. How do you find work?" he asks.

“Oh well, I usually deal with orphanages and hospitals in the city. And because it’s Gotham those are the most important buildings,” you say with a sad like chuckle.

“so you are not a vigilante?” Damian suddenly asks. The question receives looks from his brothers and father but a laugh just escapes you.

“Oh god no, the only vigilante work I do is cardio and that is enough in itself,” you say with a smart smile. They all give chuckles probably humoring you. Before you're hit with the reminder of leaving for your job 

“Shoot it’s seven! I- I gotta go but call if you need anything and.. and if you guys find anything out.” You look to see them all give you a nod and bid you goodbye before you are out the door.

Progress? hopefully.

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Bruce’s POV

It’s been hours since you left and now he and the kids are at league headquarters trying to get back home. And bring your family home. Even though they may not want to leave. As selfish as it is he wants to stay. Even though he knows he’s not yours he would love to feel an ounce of what it's like to be loved by you. 

But because he knows you are deserving of the love back he knows he has to get your Bruce back. 

Your Barry has been going on and on about the plan he has to travel through the speed force successfully bringing this universe’s bat family back and then taking Bruce’s back to their universe. Everyone crowds around to see him do it. With his boys at his side, he watches the blinding red light zoom back and forth before eventually disappearing.

His family, the league members, and himself wait silently staring out waiting for Barry to come back. To come back with their lucky counterparts.

Bruce holds his breath when he sees Barry coming back and releases it when he sees Barry....with your family. He sees the exact version of his family all release breaths of relief and immediately look for someone.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out who they are looking for.

Finally, it seems like they spot Bruce and his kids cause they all simultaneously tense up and guard their expressions. It’s staggering how alike they both look at that moment but they both know only one of them has you.

 That’s what makes them different.

They all silently watch your family embrace their friends in the league before they walk to Bruce and his children.

It’s that awkward silence again before your Bruce speaks to him.

“How is she?” Three simple words that will stick with Bruce forever.

“She’s okay. The last time we saw her she was just leaving for work.”

Your Bruce just gives him a nod and walks off. Telling his sons he’ll be waiting in the car. Bruce imagines he’s antsy to see you. He would want to speed home if he knew he had someone like you waiting for him.

He’s about to walk back to your Barry to finally go home when your Damian speaks up, “You imbeciles better not have caused any heartache to my mother. Or I will personally ask Allen to take me ba-”

“OKAY! That’s enough of you Damian. Go wait in the car with Dad.” Dick says with his hand pointed to the black car.

“But I wa-”

“Go.” This time it’s Jason and Tim telling him and Damian just rolls his eyes and walks to the car muttering insults under his breath.

Your boys turn back to face Him and his kids, and Dick tries to start up a conversation but it’s too awkward talking to another version of yourself so they bid Bruce and his family goodbye, and they watch them walk to their car. Back home to you.

And once they safely arrive back in their universe it’s weird because they know what they're missing. What they could have had.

You.

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Y/N’s POV

Walking into your home your not expecting to be bombarded with hugs.

Not. At. All. 

Still expecting for the other version of your family to be home or in the cave.

But you feel multiple familiar arms wrap around your waist and shoulders and you instantly know they’re home. 

You almost cry out of relief when they all scream ‘MOM!’ and squeeze you extra tight.

“AHHH my baby birds! I missed you!” You squeal out wrapping your arms (or trying to) all around your boys, kissing them all over their faces, and smothering them in your arms. You feel them loosen up and get a good look at all their faces and the tears start building in your eyes. Gods, you missed them so much. The horrible thought of never seeing them again had you going throughout your day feeling horrible.

You caress the cheeks and kiss all their forehead until they're begging you to stop. and trying to escape. You look down to see Damian still cuddled up to your side and almost melt, you kiss him on the head once more.

You hear all your kids talking at once trying to listen when you see him behind them. You smile with tears running down your cheeks and your kids part away from you and you run toward your husband, crying into his chest and hugging him with all your might. You feel your Bruce instantly wrap his arms tight around your waist and tuck his head into your neck. 

“I- I missed you... I missed you so much. So much” you say through tears.

“I know sweetheart. Me too. Me too.” You hear him whisper into your neck and pull his face back.

You look up to see him analyzing every aspect of your face, looking at you like you’re not real. 

You instantly wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him and it finally hits you that they are home. That he’s home.

And you can finally breathe again.

BROOO I definitely got carried away lol. AHHH BUT I LOVE IT SO WHO CARES! I've had this in my drafts for months and I'm so excited to finally be posting it. I hope you all ENJOYED! LOVE YOU LOTS! Feedback is always appreciated!! <333

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[dckarma]

Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy by Samantha Doodles

#dc comics #dceu #dceu icons #dceu imagine #dceu fanfiction #dcu comics #dcu art #dcu icons #harley quinn #harlivy #harley quinn and poison ivy #poison ivy #pamela isley

[pandorascripts]

Maddening Love

summary: harley never meant to become what she was afraid of. it seems she did though.

pairing: harley quinn x gn!reader (can be read as fem)

warnings: murder, gun violence, making out.

note: this has been in my drafts for a while, and I fricking love harley. thought she deserved some love, so please send in requests for her!!! <333

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Harley turns on her heel, huffing a hot breath into the cold winter air. “You don’t love me no more.”

You rush up to Harley, reaching out, but retract your hand at the last moment. “Harls, no, no, I do.” Frowning, you timidly place a hand on her cold shoulder. 

With a fury you’ve never seen before in her eyes, Harley glares at you. “I don’t appreciate liars, cupcake.”

The venom in her words knocks you off guard, but you know Harley. You know she has her jealousies, when someone got too frisky with you, or when she herself was battling her own insecurities. You shake your head, knowing she needs comfort. It was something she’d always lacked in her relationship with him, so you were determined to give it to her. 

“I’m no liar. I love you, Harley. Only you.” You wrap your arms around her, burying your head into her neck. Even if the position is uncomfortable, considering Harley is taller than you, and you need to be on your tip-toes, you hold out for as long as you can. 

When your ankles are hurting, and your feet are aching, you lean away of her. You still keep yours arms wrapped around her neck, your left thumb brushing against her skin. Looking into her eyes, you see anger and hurt, but underneath there, there’s a look you’ve seen so many times. Insecurity. 

“What’s got you upset, Harley?”

She shakes her head, softly biting her lip as she looks away from you. “Nothin’, it’s stupid.”

“Harley,” you pause, gently guiding her head back to you, “your feelings aren’t stupid. Please.”

Your eyebrows ease up and you try to dump all your emotions into your eyes. You pour all your love for her, your own insecurities, everything you hold, but you know that it’s useless. You felt too much for her, there’s was no possible way you could measure it to size, much less show all of it. 

Harley caves, leaning down into you as her hands wrap around your sides. “You promise you love me?”

“Always.”

A small sniffle comes from Harley, and you feel your heart shatter. The shards from your heart pierce your lungs, making your breathing turn jagged. Tears of your own form and you don’t bother hiding them. “I will always love you, Harls.”

A minute of silence passes and you think you’ve reminded her, but her troubles overpower her, again. 

“Prove it.”

Desperately, you nod your head. 

“How?”

Harley’s head retreats from your neck and she meets your eyes. Her hand comes up to your face, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. 

“I’d kill for you, Harls.”

She shakes her head, a beautifully crazed smile gracing her lips. “No, that’s too easy, sweetheart. The question is, would’ja love me if I killed?”

You nod your head hastily. “You cant scare me.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

Harley takes your hand, the other one pulling out a handgun as she retreats back into the nightclub you’d just left. “What if I shot up this joint, huh? What ‘bout then?”

“I’d take the blame.”

You quicken your pace, longing to be at her side. 

“Would’ja?” she questions, back turned to the door. With a nod of your head, she kicks it open. 

The once muffled music cuts through the December night, loud lights blind you as you trail after her inwards. Harley’s grip on your hand only tightens as she walks forward, handgun pressed to her side.  Sweaty bodies collide against yours, and you’re reminded why you hate clubs. The bodies pushing and pulling at you make you sick, but when Harley’s hand is in yours, it drowns out anything else. 

When she reaches dead center, she pulls you close to her. Harley leans down to your ear, practically yelling over the music. 

“Would’ja be my New Years kiss?” she asks, giggling mischievously. 

The crowd counts down, and as they reach two, you pull Harley downwards by her collar. Her lips meet yours on the last number, and her gun fires. People run around you and Harley, all desperate to escape their deaths. Bodies bump into you; but her lips planted firmly on yours ground you against them. Harley’s free hand grips the back on your neck, the other causing chaos. Screams fill your ears as Harley empties her clip, bullets flying in all directions, and you bring her back down to you again. Softly, Harley bites your lip, releasing it with a pop as she backs away. 

You take a moment to look around. Bodies surround you two, and in a comical way, you make out a heart. Harley steps forward again, holding your chin back as you share air. 

“Still love me now, honey?”

You nod, not bothering to address the cold barrel pointed at your head. 

“What if I pulled the trigga?”

“Yes,” you husk out, not hesitating in the slightest. “You emptied your mag already, it wouldn’t do anything.”

“What if I had a bullet?”

You scan her eyes, her cold ones piercing through yours. It doesn’t bother you though, you have enough warmth and love to fill up hers. You’d gladly share it. 

“Same answer, Harls. You can’t scare me away.” 

Slowly, you bring her back down to you. Her warm lips greet yours, and you know you’ve smudged her lipstick. Harley pulls back, kissing the corner of your mouth and then your jaw. 

“You don’ care that imma killa?”

You shake your head slightly, still wanting her lips on your skin. “No.”

“No?” she asks, planting another kiss below your ear. 

A shiver runs down your spine, one of your hands holds Harley’s head as the other holds her lower back. “Not at all.”

Sirens blare around you, but you don’t mind. Harley whispers something incoherent, her hands on your hips having your full attention. You nod, mumbling yes, and her warm body is pulled out of yours. Your eyes snap open, desperately searching for pink and blue, but you can’t find it. As the doors bust open, and swarms of yells surround you, you drop to your knees. Cold metal clicks around your wrist as rough hands pull you up. 

The shocking realization that Harley had left you hits like a brick, and you blink several times, with each one wishing this wasn’t true. 

“Harls!” you yell, trashing against the cops. 

A sob racks through your body as a hard object slams against your stomach. You gasp, heart shattered once again, the evidence burrowing itself deep in your lungs. You cry and plead, but when they toss you in a room, you don’t say a thing. Harley may have betrayed you, but you’d never fathom of doing the same. If she needed her reassurance for your love, this had to be it, right? The more you suffer, the more it shows you care. Harley would see you suffering, and she know you’d truly care for her. She’d get you out, she had to. The thought brought a smile to your lips, a giggle cracking them apart. 

“You killed nine people, this isn’t a laughing matter.”

You look up to the detective, seeing his disappointed face. “I think it is.”

Another crazed smile paints itself on your lips. 

“Who was with you?” he demands, hands slamming against the steel table. 

You don’t flinch, not even moving a muscle as you stare at him. “Just me…”

“Those red lips on your neck say otherwise.”

“Can you blame a girl for having fun? Saw this cute blonde girl, made out with her for New Years, and then,” you pause, trying to build up dramatic suspense, “then I pumped her full of lead, ‘long with those eight other people.”

He nods his head. “Thanks for the confession. With that, you won’t be getting a trial,” he walks away, mumbling the last part of his sentence,”not like you crazies deserve one.”

You mock a salute to him on his way out. 

Harley’d get you, she’d kill all these mediocre officers. A laugh surges through your broken lungs, wheezing out and shattering the silence. 

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Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy by @jamjoob

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𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐞

⚠️ spoilers after the cut ⚠️

it was so cute and good, and the references were funny lmao !!

"batman's a fascist🤬😌 !!" - george lopez

and personally, I've been found xolo maridueña attractive, my mom watched cobra kai the minute she realized it was a karate kid spin-off/story continuation, so he was already a household name/face for me, so I was already super glad to see him take on the role of jaime reyes and knew he would do well.

also-also-also, it was amazing to see his character be brought to life because I remember being tiny and having the fattest crush on jaime after watching justice league vs. teen titans, so I felt the way I felt then, now, all over again😆. also, once again, the representation?! *french kiss*💋 spectacular. they were right when they said it was practically the black panther for latinos lmfao.

also, once again, I found myself deeply relating to the main character, his job/life struggles and the way he was feeling all of that pressure coming down on him so fast from all of these outlying forces,,, yeah🥲.

unlike me, though, his family was his support system. and I so deeply loved that for him and watching his bond/connection with his family on screen was so heartwarming and refreshing (especially for dc lmao we know how they be, traumatizing their characters💀), and then basically adopting jenny kord😭💜.

lord, and when the dad, alberto, died...I felt that in my chest bro, I was crying, like, milagro screaming out for her mom, dude...

💔...like truly...

also, miss susan sarandon, hello ?!? I know she was evil, but as usual, she ate down💅🏽. if you know me, you know I will root for speed racer's mom no matter what role she's in, like, susan did that fr, she plays evil so damn well, I almost hated her😭.

but yeah, all in all, super cute and fun movie, I loved it a lot, and I definitely can't wait for the dceu to expand on jaime and his family and superhero life, especially knowing he's basically the start of the whole dceu reboot thing. james gunn, do my boy right or I swear to god, I'll re-write and re-cast the entire dceu myself and do it better. that's a threat and a promise🥰🫵🏽.

anyways, jaime reyes will be added to my list or something like that soon, and when I do that, I'll happily take requests for him cuz wheeew...! fine ass man😻🥴✨️💙.

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Closer: Part 2

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader (Smut)

Summary: While wrapping up a successful mission, you end up getting exposed to a mysterious, powdery substance that starts to make you feel...very strange. (Crossposted to AO3)

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only

Author Notes: Happy Smut Saturday! 💜🖤

CW: Afab Reader. It's a sex pollen fic, so possible dubious consent even though I address that in this chapter too. This is a full smut chapter, so it features kissing, groping, vaginal fingering, sex (p in v) and lot's of horny fun. Birth control is sorta mentioned in this one since it's not an established relationship.

Word Count: 3,497

Adrian stared at the silent phone for a few seconds before sitting it on the table. He hesitated, then he took off his glasses, folded them, and sat them on the table as well before turning towards you. It seemed like he was nervous now, but so were you. Despite the fact you wanted this man in you more than anything else, you suddenly had butterflies in your stomach.

“So…um,” he said and got up onto his knees on the floor next to the couch. “How do you normally…like things to start?”

Suddenly, your mind went blank. Sex? What’s that? It was like you forgot everything about it. You opened your mouth and all that came out was a little squeak. Finally, you managed a very tiny shrug.

Adrian chuckled a little, nervously running his fingers back through his hair several times.

“Okay. Uh…o-okay.”

He looked at you for a moment then slowly leaned down, one of his hands coming to softly cup the side of your face as his lips lowered to yours.

Whatever freak out the sex pollen caused with your body briefly settled down at the feeling of another person’s lips on yours. It was a small reprieve, but it allowed you to focus on, and enjoy, this moment. You eagerly returned his kiss, your hands moving up his body, one stopping to rest on the hard muscle of his upper chest, the other circling around to softly grip the back of his neck. Adrian shivered under your hands a little as his tongue probed at your lips. As your mouth opened slightly to let him in, you felt his free hand slide under the hem of your shirt to rest at the side of your stomach. Once again, the feeling of his bare skin on yours made you moan, but this time you weren’t bashful about it. Your head tilted back at the sensation, your lips parting from his as the sound rose out of your throat.

“Fuck,” Adrian mumbled softly before leaning in further, his lips on yours again.

The kiss got deeper, and Adrian’s hand slid further up your shirt. It was a slow, deliberate movement, like he expected you to understand what was happening at any second and tell him to stop. But stopping was the furthest thing from your mind. His fingers felt like they were leaving a trail of sparks along your skin. Soon, his hand was on your breast, squeezing firmly. You moaned softly into his mouth, your grip on the back of his neck tightening. Then Adrian’s thumb rubbed over your nipple.

The reprieve was over. The heat between your legs cranked back up and you gasped, your back arching up towards his hand. You gripped a handful of his Fennel Fields uniform and started trying to drag him off the floor and on top of you.

It was a few awkward seconds of shuffling limbs as you didn’t want to let him go or break the kiss. Adrian didn’t seem to want to either, his tongue quite firmly in your mouth as he moved his hand away from your face to grab the arm of the couch just above your head. Holding onto it, he hauled himself up onto you, his lips never leaving yours. Soon, Adrian had arranged himself on his knees between your legs. You brought your legs up high over his waist and didn’t realize you had started grinding yourself against him until he groaned into your mouth.

Without warning, Adrian snapped his hips forward in a hard thrust against you. You were very surprised to feel how hard he was already. Through the loose clothing you both wore; you could easily feel his length rubbing along your entrance. You moaned, arching your hips up. Even with as good as this felt, it wasn’t enough. You needed more.

“Please,” you gasped as you broke the kiss.

Adrian started to pull back from you, but your legs tightened around him, you held onto the back of his neck and front of his shirt, keeping him there.

“What do you need me to do?” he said softly, looking into your eyes.

“Anything,” you panted, arching your hips against him. “Just…I need you…”

His lips crashed into yours, kissing you hard as the hand that was on your breast slid down to start pulling at your shorts. After struggling unsuccessfully with them for a few seconds, Adrian pulled back from you so he could grab the waistband with both hands. You lifted your hips for him, then shifted your legs as he pulled them off. After tossing them aside, his hands slid up your legs along the sides of your thighs, with one hand trailing up to rest on your hip, the other sliding between your legs. Soon, you felt his fingers along your slit, and you gasped as he began teasing one into you.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Adrian softly said, circling his finger just inside your entrance. “You’re so fucking wet…”

Suddenly, he sank his finger all the way into you. You cried out, hips lifting up off the couch. It wasn’t long before he added a second. The pollen had your body completely receptive to anything. Your hips rocked up to meet his hand as he started to fuck you with his fingers at a steady pace.

“Fuck, you’ve been like this for two days?” he asked, an incredulous tone in his voice.

You nodded wildly in confirmation, your eyes squeezing shut. Your hands were gripping onto the couch above your head. His hand that was resting on your hip was now holding them down to keep you still. As he drove his fingers deep into you, he curved them up, and hit a spot that sent you reeling. You came quick, and hard, around his fingers.

“Shit,” you heard Adrian whisper, sounding awestruck.

His fingers kept working into you, not stopping, or slowing, keeping you at the crest of your high for as long as possible before it faded. But as it did fade, the ache returned. As amazing as that was, it still wasn’t enough.

“A-Adrian,” you gasped, his grip on you tightening as you squirmed. “P-please…I-I need…f-fuck me…”

Quite suddenly, his hands completely left you, leaving you empty, untouched, and the ache rose to unbearable levels. You whimpered in pain, clenching your teeth as you clutched onto the couch. Adrian made soft shushing sounds as you heard the distinctive jangle of his belt being opened.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he quickly said, shifting from one knee to the other to get his pants and boxers down. “I’ve got you, baby. It’s okay.”

Right as he said that last “okay” he was laying on you again. Then his mouth on yours, kissing you, and you felt the head of his cock probing at your entrance. In one smooth motion, Adrian slid his full length into you. You cried out against his lips, hips arching up against him, and he groaned deeply.

The relief you felt was instantaneous. That ache faded away to nothing, pain turned to pleasure, and all that remained was how fantastic his cock felt inside you.

Adrian slid a hand under you to grip your ass, as he started thrusting into you slowly, gradually building to an even, steady pace. Pulling your leg up higher, he slid his cock deeper with each thrust into you. Your fingers slid up from his neck to the back of his head, griping into his hair like you were trying to pull him closer. He slid his arm behind your shoulders, squeezing your body against his. You didn’t know if it was the pollen or if was always this intense with Adrian during sex, but you didn’t really care. It wasn’t long before you were cumming again.

You threw your head back, crying out as you tightened around his cock. Adrian grunted, but didn’t stop, his lips moving down your neck. When you were cresting your high, you felt his teeth graze over the side of your neck, felt them start pressing into your skin. You felt him suck in his breath through his mouth, start to bear down with his teeth a little harder…and then hesitated. Hesitated everything, in fact, including the thrusting. He just completely froze. You whimpered, thrusting your hips up towards him and that broke whatever trance Adrian was in. He resumed fucking you, his lips brushing down your neck to your collar bone.

“You feel so good,” you whispered between gasps.

“Yeah?” Adrian grunted, his lips brushing upward now over the front of your throat.

“Yeah.”

Then he was kissing you again, his cock plunging into you deeply, and he was picking up speed.

Suddenly, Adrian squeezed your ass hard, and he ripped his mouth away from yours.

“I-I’m close,” he panted, and you briefly opened your eyes to gaze up at him. “W-Where do I cum?”

Looking into Adrian’s eyes, you almost found yourself too overwhelmed to speak. When you opened your mouth, either a moan or squeak came out, but no words. He slowed down his pace a little. It was enough to let you answer. Somewhat.

“Me,” you gasped, as you clutched at his back, his shirt balling up under your hand.

You hoped Adrian understood that you meant you were on birth control.

He did.

It only took a few thrusts before he was shooting his load deep inside you. Adrian moaned, gripping onto your hip hard enough to make you gasp. You knew you would be bruised, but you didn’t care. The only thing you cared about was how those last few thrusts were making you cum again. It wasn’t a big one, more of an aftershock of that last orgasm, but it was enough to make you throw your head back again as you cried out, and Adrian buried his face in your neck. You both gradually became still.

After a moment, the hand Adrian had on your ass moved up so he could wrap his arm around your waist. You held each other close, both of you breathing heavily. You could feel his heart hammering in his chest, just like yours was. Eventually, he raised his head slightly, kissing your cheek then your lips. Your lips were eager for his, and he moaned softly as you slid your tongue into his mouth.

His hips twitched between your thighs, and you felt his cock start to stiffen right before he finally slid out of you. You whimpered, softly running the tip of your tongue over his bottom lip, making him grunt and start grinding the length of his cock along your slit.

Fuck, was he always like this? Always ready again in just a few minutes? Or could the sex pollen be affecting him now? He’d kissed you, swapped bodily fluids with you. Was he infected now too?

The thought had barely flickered through your mind before you decided it didn’t matter. You would be going at it until you were better, so if he did get infected, he’d get fixed in the process, too. While you’d love to have him give you a demonstration of his skills once you were recovered that way you could compare experiences, you doubted that would happen. Better enjoy it now while you could since your body was clearly not done with him yet.

The ache began to grow inside you again, your body feeling warm from the inside out. A whimper escaped from your throat as you felt everything start to build just like before. You arched your pussy up against his cock with a thrust of your hips, like you were trying to get him back inside you. While it wasn’t as intense as before, it wasn’t by much.

Adrian grunted, moving his hips to grind against you. You moaned, moving your hips in time with his. He moved his arm from under your neck slightly so he could raise up on one elbow and look at you.

“Not any better?” he asked, still sounding breathless.

“O-only a little,” you whimpered. “It’s coming back.”

“I guess I’ll just need to keep fucking you then, fuck that pollen right out of you,” he said before kissing you, thrusting himself hard against you.

You nodded frantically as you kissed him, moaning into his mouth. This was not an experience you wanted to stop anytime soon. But then you pulled back slightly.

“C-Can we move this to the bedroom?” you whispered against his lips, looking up into his eyes.

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” he grunted before starting to kiss you again.

He seemed to forget that he actually had to stop kissing you in order to move to the bedroom. Then he seemed to forget that his pants and boxers were already around his ankles when he did try to get up. They nearly tripped him, which would have caused him to fall backwards over the end table. You quickly sat up and grabbed two handfuls of his shirt to pull him back down on the couch so he wouldn’t fall.

Now that he was back next to you though, he forgot all about the bedroom. Adrian started trying to pull you over onto his lap, his mouth already back on yours. You started working at the buttons on his shirt and you broke your lips away from his for a second.

“Clothes off,” you panted.

You got no argument from him, and he kept trying to kiss you as he attempted get undressed. But then he got frustrated when it wasn’t working and pushed you away as you were undoing the last button on his shirt, causing the thread to snap loose.

“Strip,” he ordered as he started pulling off his shoes.

You gave him no argument either. You’d heard him use that tone many times while under the Vigilante mask. It made a fresh jolt of heat shoot through you to have it directed at you like that. You started pulling your shirt off, but with how flustered as you were, and how much you were still shaking, that was more difficult than it should have been. You ended up getting twisted up in it and got it stuck half over your head. Luckily, it didn’t take Adrian long to get undressed. You felt him stand up and, a second later, he pulled your shirt off the rest of the way.

With that out of the way, you barely got to take in the glorious sight of the naked man in front of you before he was pulling you to your feet. Your legs had other ideas though. Still weak from the effects of the pollen and shaking from the pounding you had just taken, your knees buckled. Adrian caught you, then swept you up into his arms to carry you to the bedroom.

Unbeknownst to you, Adrian was feeling extremely conflicted about all of this.

That wasn’t to say he wasn’t having fun. Far from it. This was the greatest night of his life as far as he was concerned. But it was bittersweet.

It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.

Adrian had given up on the idea of you being with him. He had attempted to flirt in the early days after your transfer to the team and didn’t get anywhere. He thought he had been pretty suave, but you didn’t even seem to notice. Then, a few weeks later, it seemed like you were flirting with him, but he worried that hope might be making him read too much into things. So, he took the wait and see approach. When you didn’t attempt to take it any further, he assumed he misread the situation.

Ever since then, Adrian tried to keep some distance with you. He had done his best to fight down the lump he got in his throat whenever he saw you. He did his best not to stare when you weren’t looking. And he had tried to keep away from you on missions, so he wasn’t always right there next to you. He felt like he had done an excellent job with this.

But then, a few weeks back, Leota started asking him weird questions, like what he thought about you. Chris overheard and joined in. He assured them you were his friend, absolutely nothing more. Then they distracted him, took him to Chris’ trailer and got him drunk. When they started asking more questions about you then, the truth finally came out.

Adrian was absolutely smitten with you.

Ever since then, they both had encouraged him to try his luck, to ask you out. Leota told him he might be surprised by your response. He came close a couple of times, but convinced himself your answer would be no. Then things would be awkward, and he didn’t want to lose your friendship. That would hurt far worse than the romantic rejection. So, he shoved his feelings away.

Then one weekend, Chris tried to hurry things along. After arguing with Adrian for over an hour about why he hadn’t asked you out yet, Chris finally got fed up. He called you and invited you over to have a threesome with him and Adrian. Adrian had been absolutely horrified. His logic was, if you said yes, Adrian would either be forced to admit his feelings or fucking you would get you out of his system. While he definitely wouldn’t have backed out had you said yes, he was thankful when you said no. That wasn’t how he wanted it to go either.

How did he want things to go?

Well, that he really didn’t know. Just not sharing you with his best friend or you drugged into having sex with him. The latter was what he felt like was happening right now.

Adrian was carrying you down the hall when those dark thoughts started to creep in. Then, as if trying to chase them away, your hand came up to his cheek, gently turned his face to you and you kissed him deeply. Adrian nearly stumbled you both right into the wall.

It didn’t really matter why you wanted him right now, did it? And regardless of anything else, this was the only way to help you and he certainly wouldn’t trust anyone else with your care right now.

No, it didn’t matter, Adrian decided as he reached your bedroom.

You were at least his for tonight and that would have to be enough.

He laid you on your bed and quickly followed after. As he got into position between your thighs, he swept up one of your legs to rest it over his shoulder. Adrian guided the head of his cock back to your entrance, already fully hard again, then slid into you. Your eyes closed and your back arched, while your hands clutched at the pillows behind your head. He bit his lip hard, forcing his own eyes to stay open, watching everything you did as he slowly started working himself in and out of you.

If this was the only time he got with you, he was going memorize everything. The way you looked. The way you sounded. The way you felt.

It wasn’t long before Adrian’s slow, deep thrusts had you clenching around his cock. He wrapped his arm around your thigh, holding your leg tightly against his chest as he kept the pace steady. He didn’t know if it was the sex pollen making it so easy to get you off, but he doubted he’d get the chance when you weren’t on it anymore to compare.

He bit his lip harder, drawing a little blood as he tried to stay quiet so he could listen to you. He had noticed the first time he made you cum the way your moans became higher pitched the closer you got. You telegraphed exactly what was happening, when it was happening. It was hot as hell.

“Fuck!” you suddenly screamed, back arching on the bed as your pussy clamped down around him.

Adrian couldn’t help but groan then, his fingers gripping into you, not changing his pace, but resisting the desire to go faster. He didn’t want to cum so quick this time. He wanted to go a bit slower if you’d let him, take his time, and really try to make this an enjoyable experience for you.

But then you threw your head back, screaming out his name, and your hands came down from the pillows to grab onto him anywhere you could. You ended up grabbing the back of his thigh with one hand and the other hand gripped onto his bicep. You weren’t trying to push him away, he noticed that immediately. Between that and your heel digging into his ass, it was like you were trying to keep him there.

Oh, fuck it, Adrian thought as he started slamming his cock into you as hard as he could, making you gasp and squeak. I’ll get hard again.

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Good one Vampire Supergirl (Sasha Calle)

Kara nibbles on Y/N’s neck…

Kara: you’re all mine!

Y/N: stop it that tickles!!

Kara: never! You are now under my control

Kara continues her vampiric assault

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Two of the Same ~Part 1~

Pairing: Tim Drake//Red Robin: x gn!Reader

Pronouns: I/They/Them/Me

Fandom: DC Universe

Warnings: Mentions of blood, violence, use of langauge

A/N: I’ll be honest guys, this was all in a days worth of writing, so I can’t promise that it will be the best I’ve written, but with the lack of Tim fanfics on this app, I decided to write some of my own! I hope you enjoy these chapters, and please for the love of god write more Tim Drake fanfic stories 😭✋

Summary: Every night a masked vigilante comes into Y/N's bedroom, and to their knowledge, it's to "clean his wounds." But the visits go deeper than that when underneath that mask, unbeknownst to Y/N, it's their classmate, Tim Drake, who has a huge crush on them.

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Two of the Same ~Part 2~

Two of the Same ~Part 3~

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My lips were pursed, and eyes squinting as I was finishing writing an essay about Oppenheimer’s Manhattan Project for AP US History.

It was supposed to be my classmate, Tim Drakes’, assignment, but with his focus on his adoptive fathers' company, Wayne Enterprises, he didn’t really have time for schoolwork anymore. And when he’d finally have time, he’d spend every class working to get them done, and stress about them.

I gave him the benefit of the doubt and decided that I’d help him out with some of his classes; However, my focus wasn’t exactly pristine because I was waiting for a certain masked vigilante to pop up at my window within any second. So instead, I tapped at the paper with my pencil, and stared nervously at the fire escape outside of my window for the caped wonder.

He often came to my window at ungodly hours of night, bruised and bloody. Due to the amount of times he visited, I had a few packs of first aid kits stuffed in my closet.

My parents judged me the day I came back home from the drug store with 2 full bags of the kits, and I just shrugged it off and said, “It’s Gotham, you never know what’s gonna happen.” When in reality I had a young boy in my room every night that I decided to patch up.

But it was already 1 am, and he would have usually popped by already. Worried thoughts started to flood my brain, and I had hoped that he was alright. There had been very few nights that he hadn’t come, and those were the nights that he was badly injured, and needed more care than what a first aid kit could give him.

I was about to put down Tim’s assignment and go to bed when my window quickly slammed open. With a smile on my lips, and my heart quickening, I looked over to the window. Sliding in, and landing on his back on my floor with a painful groan, was the boy I’d been waiting for all night, Red Robin. The previous Robin.

My smile faded as I rushed to the boys' side, kneeling down and placing a hand on his back. He looked in worse shape than I had ever seen him before. His lip was busted, his suit was torn open with huge gashes of blood covering his chest from ginormous claw marks. He looked like shit.

“Are you okay?” I asked, analyzing his wounds. He nodded, groaning as he tried to lift himself to stand up. As soon as he put pressure on his right arm, he winced and fell back down.

“Never been better...” He mumbled, laying his head on the ground in defeat. He took deep breaths, and I watched as his chest fell up and down heavily. Thin streaks of blood starting to slide down from his suit and onto my carpet.

“Okay... let’s just… get you up.” I breathed out, wrapping my arms around his torso, and trying my best to lift up the heavy hero. I could feel his blood soak into my shirt, but that was the least of my worries right now. My main worry was that I was pressed right against his chest, and he was making sounds of pain at the harsh feeling of my shirt against his raw, and open wound. I muttered my apologies as I moved him. Though it seemed impossible, I lifted him up so that his back was against the wall under my window. I leaned back and immediately stood up.

“Stay right here.” I ordered him, going straight into my closet and reaching up on the top shelf for my first aid kit.

“Like I’d be able to move anyway.” He said from behind me. I jumped up and grabbed the kit, turned around, and gave him a look.

“You know what I meant.” I knelt back down next to him, looking down at his wounds again. There was no way that I’d be able to just put a band aid on it and he’d be fine. He needed something more urgent than me, but for some odd reason his first instinct was to come running to my apartment. That thought made my heart start racing, but I needed it to calm down in order to think clearly.

“Okay so I can’t exactly get a good glimpse at these gashes you have here... is it okay if I...” I blushed as I motioned at his top, trailing off with my sentence. He nodded.

“You can take it off.” He consented. I nodded, the blush still covering my cheeks as I opened the kit and pulled out a pair of scissors. I lifted the fabric where it got slashed open and began to cut it around his body. I made sure the cold scissors didn’t touch his skin so he wouldn’t be uncomfortable. After cutting both sides, I backtracked to his front, and cut up the fabric till it hit his neck, and I put the scissors down. Carefully, and with blood-stained fingertips, I removed the fabric off of his arms.

Starting with the left, feeling the muscles in his arm tense as I moved downward. When I’d accidentally skim across his skin, I noticed that goosebumps would start to form. I felt his fingertips brush against mine as I got his sleeve off his hands. I then moved to the right arm. A huge purple swollen mark revealing as I pulled it down. The mark trailed to his forearm. He looked at it as he winced.

“That looks bad.” He sighed as he analyzed it.

“It looks like you broke it.” I confirmed as I lightly finished taking his sleeve off his arm. He nodded, and I reached back into the kit, searching for the clothed tape to wrap around his chest. As I stated before, I couldn’t exactly heal his wounds, but I could prevent it from getting worse. I didn’t want it getting infected or him bleed out.

Speaking of it getting infected, I reached around for the disinfectant sanitizer, keeping an eye on his chest.

It was nice and toned. Under the blood leaking down, I could see 6 pack abs. I cringed when I realized that I was mesmerized by him while he was under this condition.

“I’ll be right back. I need to get a rag with water to clean this up.” I spoke softly. He nodded.

“Just hurry back.” He begged. I stood up quickly, and swiftly ran into the bathroom, grabbing a rag off of the bathroom countertop stand, and wetting it with some warm water.

I stared into the mirror at my blood stained shirt, and my frizzy hair. I might have looked worse than the vigilante in my bedroom.

I squeezed the rag to make it damp as I turned off the water, and ran back into my room quietly, trying not to disrupt my parents while they were sleeping. I closed my bedroom door behind me, and I hurried back to the boy.

“Okay. Sorry about that. Let’s clean you up.” I started to dab at the wounds lightly, and he started to seethe in pain. I winced and stopped dabbing him. “Sorry. I should have warned you that it would sting.��� He closed his eyes, exhaling a breath. After a second, he nodded, and gestured for me to continue.

“It’s okay. I trust that you don’t mean to hurt me.” He put a hand on my waist, squeezing it tightly. It would probably leave a mark, but I didn’t care. My mind was too clouded by the fact that he was so comfortable with touching me that every other thought didn’t matter. Also, the fact that he was dying on my floor. Well, I shouldn’t say dying. He’s not literally dying. He’s just getting there, ya know? And I couldn’t let the guy who I looked most forward to seeing every day, being in pain within my care.

“Who was it this time?” I asked, trying to make small talk in order for him to keep focus on something else.

“Killer Croc.” He laughed lowly. “Let’s just say he doesn’t like it when people accidentally break one of his nails. He’s kind of a drama queen.” I laughed.

“Okay but if we’re going to be honest, breaking nails do suck.” I looked up at him and into his eyes. He looked decently at peace right now for the pickle that he was in. I assumed that he had gotten used to the stinging from the rag, which was now covered in blood.

He had a dopey smile lying on his face, which oddly reminded me of the one that Tim sent me every so often when I'd pass him in the hallway, or when I’d make small talk with him in Chemistry before the bell rang. The two of you weren’t necessarily friends, but it was nice to see him when he'd show up to school. Wayne Enterprises kept him busy, so sometimes you wouldn't see him for days on end.

“What?” I asked Red Robin, glancing back down at his wound, as he continued to stare at me.

“You look so pretty when you’re keeping me from having a painful and very tragic death.” He sarcastically commented, lifting his hand that was once on my waist, and brushed a piece of hair out of my face. I blushed again and rolled my eyes.

“Well, it’s the least I could do. You do help save our city from the corrupt, and dangerous criminals out there on the streets. It’s time someone saved you.” I replied, placing the rag on his lap, and grabbing the disinfectant. He gave out an amused chuckle at my words, and I picked up the rag again, pumping the disinfectant on, and wiping his chest down with it before the blood came gushing back. I quickly grabbed the cloth wrap and started wrapping it around his chest.

“I’m so sorry if this hurts. Just tell me if it gets too tight.” I told him, starting to cover up his wound.

“Hah. Believe me. My suit is probably tighter than this would be.” He leaned forward so that I could get easier access to his back, which I found out had a few smaller cuts that I could easily patch up with a few Band-Aids.

“Well, I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable.” I ran out of the wrapping cloth and looked around for something to keep the cloth around his chest. My aid kit didn’t come with tape to keep it together, so I had to look for the next best thing.

On the floor under my desk, I saw a safety pin, and I leaned into his chest, my palm holding the cloth in place so it wouldn’t come undone. The pin was farther away than I thought it was, so I leaned in further, catching it under my middle finger, and sliding it closer to me so I could grab it. Smiling, and facing his chest once again, I lifted my hand up softly, and clasped the pin on a few pieces of the cloth.

“You said that you didn’t want me to be uncomfortable.” He commented. I nodded as I focused on trying to clasp the safety pin together. “This may sound cheesy, but nothing you could ever do could make me uncomfortable. You’re the most comforting person I know.” I looked up at him through my lashes, lips pursed. He looked down at me with his lips slightly opened, and his eyes glancing at my own, and then my lips. I smiled, looking down at the safety pin as I clasped it together.

“This should keep that from getting any worse.” I put both of my hands over the bandages around his upper body. “Now all we should worry about is the lip and the arm. There’s not much I can do for your arm, but the lip…” I reached my hand up to hover over his busted lip. “The lip I can handle.” The blood on the lip had started to dry now, but I grabbed some small wipes off of the ground, and began to wipe at the blood, disinfecting it.

“So, what were you doing before I got here?” He asked, looking at the bed where I was sitting previously.

“Just doing some homework.” I switched sides of the wipe. “Well not my homework. It’s one of my classmates assignments for history. He’s been super stressed lately, and I noticed, so I’m helping him out.” I scoot closer to Red Robin, trying to get a more comfortable position.

“Is this classmate your boyfriend?” He asked. I scoff, amused, before a sweet smile came onto my lips.

“No, he’s not my boyfriend. Just a classmate. His name is Tim, and if I’m being honest, I don’t really know him all too well. I do know that he’s super smart, though. He seems pretty sweet, and very compassionate from what I’ve gathered from our conversations, but we’re not that close.” I pause for a moment, placing the wipe down once I’ve wiped away the crusty blood. Red looks away from me and looks down at the floor beside him. I continue speaking as I finish up. “Just a person helping another person. Just as I am with you.” I grab the disinfectant, and place some on my pointer finger.

“He’s a lucky guy to be able to know a person like you.” Red smiled. He immediately stopped smiling when he realized that moving his lip stung. I hid my smile.

“I hope you don’t mind. I should rub some of this on your lip, so it doesn’t get infected either.” I mumble as I stare into his dark blue eyes. His pupil is so enlarged that you can barely see them, but his eyes are soft, and they look like the ocean waves on a calm day. It’s hard to imagine that they’re the same eyes that some villains are afraid of.

I don’t realize how close we are to one another until he leans in and presses his lips to mine. I taste the chemicals of the wipes that I had just rubbed on them, but immediately kiss back without hesitation.

So that I can touch him, I wipe the disinfectant that was on my finger, on my floor, and place my hands around his neck. I feel his left hand go to my waist, pulling me closer so that I’m straddling his lap. My heart flutters knowing that he’s so strong that with one hand, he can pull me on top of him.

But besides his strong demeanor, he’s soft and gentle. He seems to already know how to match his lips perfectly with mine, or maybe they were made just for me.

And yet sadly, I’m the first to pull away. He leans in as I do, still wanting more. His eyes are still closed as if he’s trying to relive what just happened, and when he opens them, his pupil is impossibly bigger. He seems to be speechless, and the only thing that comes across his lips is a large smile, despite the stinging that may come with it.

My face is red hot, and I rub my finger across his lips. “I hope that doesn’t get infected now.” I speak. What is my obsession with his wounds getting infected? Oh my god!

“Well at least I’ll know how it got infected, and how worth it, it was.” I would have laughed at his words if I didn’t hear a cough at the window. The both of us looked up to the familiar red, green, and yellow colors, standing there looking absolutely disgusted.

The boy below me rolled his eyes.

“Robin.” Is all he said as my face flushed out of color.

“Is this civilian causing a problem, Red Robin?” Robin asked, not breaking eye contact with me.

“No. They just helped me with my wounds is all. You can leave now.” Red said. I tried to move myself off of him, but his grip on me softly tightened.

Robin shook his head. “Batman asked of me to come and collect you. He has not heard from you for nearly an hour, and would wish us to regroup.” Damn. For how young he was, he spoke pretty well. Maybe he was older and hit puberty late or something.

Red sighed. “Well can you at least give us a moment please?” He asked. Robin nodded.

“As you wish.” He went to go jump down the stairwell, but he stopped for a moment. “And next time, keep the window closed.” He leaped down from my view, and I looked back down to the boy against my wall, whom I was still sitting on.

“I’m sorry. But I guess duty calls. And if that duty is Batman, then it’s immediate.” He loosens his grip on my waist and sighs. He lets me get off of him now, as I lean down and help him get up.

“Don’t use that arm, and make sure not to do anything to make those claw marks any bigger. Now go back to your base or whatever and get actual help.” I order, as he sits down on the windowsill.

“Do I at least get a goodbye kiss?” He asks, smirking. I roll my eyes and lean in. His left hand finds its way to my cheek, caressing it as I kiss him softly.

This time, he pulls away first. “If I don’t see you within the next week, I’ll send one of the others to give you an update for how I’m feeling.” He says. I nod.

“I don’t care. Just get better.” I cup his cheek, and he smiles.

He doesn’t say anything as he exits my window, and starts down the stairs in the fire exit. Below, I can see a motorcycle with Robin sitting on it.

"Took you long enough." I heard Robin complain.

“You could wait 5 more minutes.” My boy wonder said, as he started up the engine. He looked up to me, smiled brightly, and waved. I waved back.

“I’ll see you soon!” He promised.

“It’s a date!” I replied. He chuckled and drove off down the alley. I watched as he drove away from my view.

I closed my window and locked it. My heart was racing, and my mind was blank. I stared back to the unfinished essay on my bed.

“What the fuck just happened?” I asked myself.

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jason peter todd ~ does he really need an introduction?

when the anti-hero isn’t intimidating and shooting criminals, jason is just a normal guy. well, normal for him. being back from the dead and rediscovering one’s self can take a toll.

26

6’3

about 230 lbs (beefy, heavy muscular build)

anti-social unless he’s drinking with Roy, playing video games with Babs, annoying Damien or sitting on the rooftop in comfortable silence with Cassandra. uses humor to disguise his emotions.

smells like freshly baked bread, motor oil, gunpowder, leather, or spice. depends on what he’s been up to.

would rather spend his day curled up in Eden’s reading nook annotating one of the hundreds of books they picked up at the local bookshop or in the open kitchen cooking them a nice comfort meal after a long night chasing down one of his foes like Black Mask (Jason) or studying for an astrology exam for her ph.d program (Eden)

he never takes off the brown leather bracelet. it’s a charmed protection friendship bracelet Eden gave him and the family when they were kids.

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New Beginnings

(Bruce Wayne x Batmom!Reader, Batmom!reader x Dick Grayson, and Batmom!reader x Jason Todd)

*EDITED*

Word count: 3,054

Synopsis: The manor feels empty, since Dick left to live on his own. Bruce is angry. (and sad) You are definitely sad. But who knew that a new beginning was waiting for them. More like, stealing from them but who cares!

Warnings: Angst, not a lot though, Fluff, SOOO FLUFFY, and Dick Grayson anger......

(*A/N: I'm not entirely accurate with the ages in this fic but it's fan fiction, soooo and anyway Dick is eight years older than Jason and probably later on I'll make them closer in age but, for now Dick left when he was 18 instead of 19 to live in Bludhaven and Jason left to live with Bruce when he was 10 instead of 11)

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The big fight.

Such a trivial thing that progressed into Dick yelling and Bruce yelling back. You weren't there, when it happened but walking into dinner that night you could feel the tension. “Okay” you say dropping your fork onto your plate and placing your elbows on the table. You could feel Alfred’s disapproval from here. “What is up with you two?” 

They turn their heads to you, in sync of course. Like father like son. Your son. Ever the drama queen answers first, “Nothings wrong mom. right dad?” You roll your eyes and glare at your son. “Richard Grayson. I can feel your sarcasm from here. Now I'll ask again, whats with you too?”

This time you direct the question towards your husband. He looks up at you with his usua blank face but only you can read the hint of sadness and hurt that coats it. Oh yeah, something definitely happened.

 “Dick, here thinks he's and adult.” 

“Well I-”

 “SO much of an adult that he thinks he's ready to go on his own.”

 You're confused. “I'm confused, do you want to move out?” you can't help but have a tint of sadness and shock in your voice, because well your baby is leaving. You should of saw it coming actually, He wasn’t going to stay here forever, I mean at first it started with him leaving at 16 to start a team.

And even that was hard for you and Bruce. The fight that caused that situation is a WHOLE other thing but moving out? You baby boy leaving your home? This was going to take some time to digest. Like you said, you should’ve seen it coming.

He was eventually...... gonna grow up and leave. Oh geez you feel like crying.

 Dick sees your sullen face and hurriedly tries to explain. “NO! I mean…yes! It’s just…well.... I'm eighteen mom. I am an adult.”

Those four words almost sent you into a spiral, so much so the sadness is evident on your face. You didn’t want to make him feel bad about wanting to leave. Oh god no, you wouldn’t and haven’t been that mom EVER to guilt trip their children into doing what they wanted to do.

It’s one of the first things you discussed with Bruce when you both first got Dick. You both never wanted to be those parents. Though it seems like Bruce has a harder time conveying the right emotions, and Dick easily gets riled up. Especially if he’s told he can’t do something he wants to do.

Ugh, like father like son.

 “See, you've upset your mother.” You hear Bruce say, bringing you out of your thoughts.

You quickly look at Dick and see the guilt creeping up all over his face and you start to reassure him that you're not upset about him leaving.

Well of course you're upset about that, but more of the fact that he’s not so little any more. That your baby boy is growing up and leaving you. But a small part that will soon blossom is happy he's finding his own way. But Bruce uses your silence as a way to egg on this already heated argument, he stands up from his chair and points a finger at Dick.

“You shouldn’t leave! You're still a kid. What you think- you think you're gonna be able to live by yourself at this age?! You don’t know a thing about living on your own.” Bruce was literally grasping at straws. Trying to find any reason to try and keep Dick here. Now you were getting angry.

Okay this has gone too far now. You know Bruce is sad that Dick is leaving and though it’s not right way to do it he chooses to express this through anger and inexcusable behavior.

 “Bruce STOP!” You exclaim, almost out of your seat.

“NO MOM it’s obviously how he feels!” you look towards Dick too see he's abandoned his food too, and is standing up from his chair. “You don’t think I can do it! Live on my own. That I'll never be anything more than Robin. Nothing more than your side kick!” 

“That is not what I said!”

“BUT ITS WHAT YOU MEANT!” 

“STOP being ridiculous Dick! I can't believe we are having this discussion right now! especially in front of your mot-” 

“ENOUGH!” their heads snap to you and immediately cower under your gaze.

They're in trouble. They both know it. Raising their voices at each other and throwing cheap shots. But their pride and their ego stop them from admitting their wrongs.

You internally sigh, sometimes it’s too much masculinity in you life.

 “What is the matter with you two, that I can't even mention the tension in the room without you wanting to scream at each other?!” Chest heaving and red in the face from anger. You sit back down, and dig back in to your pasta.

The boys stand there, confused. So confused. They glance at each other for answers, before they remember they are supposed to be mad at each other and look away. 

“uhh. mom?” you look up from your pasta to see Dick looking at you nervously. You soften your face and smile. “Sit down baby.” you turn your head to Bruce “both of you.” They both slowly sit down and dig back into their pasta. 

“Dick, do you want to move out honey?” Honey. Your nickname that’s reserved for him since he was eight years old. That simple word makes all his anger disappear and he raises his head towards you with eyes filled with guilt, like the words he’s about to say is going to make you cry. Probably will.

“I’m ready to leave mom. NOT ready to leave you guys of course, just ready to find myself? As cliche as it sounds. I just want, No... I need to be on my own.” You smile with tears in your eyes and lay your had on his cheek. With watery eyes and a wobbly happy smile. 

“Oh sweetheart, I'm not sad that you want to leave. You leaving doesn't hurt my feelings honey. I’m happy you want to find yourself. Whatever makes you happy hun I'm always going to support you.” You say it with such conviction and truth that dick sags with relief and almost sheds a tear. He smiles his brilliant bright smile back at you. 

“And, your dad I'm sure feels the same way.” You both turn you heads to your husband to see him looking at you both with soft eyes. Bruce sighs before he stands up from his chair. “c’mon chum... lets talk again” he says it so nervous and shy it almost makes you smile, 

Oh your Bruce is just so worried he’s gonna ruin it with Dick. You face back towards your son with a smile and jerk your head towards Bruce. You watch him rise from his seat and follow his dad into the study, both glancing at each other nervously and Dick fiddling his fingers. Oh your boys, you don't know where they would be without you. You hear a cough from the door way to see Alfred looking at you with a raised eye brow and a smile. You just shrug your shoulders and smirk.

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That was two months ago. Bruce and Dick eventually came back from the study their differences reconciled (I will NOT let canon batdad be a man who can't say I love you to his kids shine through in this Bat-mom series! Sorry, not sorry. We only accept good Batdad here!) and we started looking for Dicks new apartment.....in Bludhaven.

 You know when you thought about Dick moving into his own home you thought Gotham. The same city, a few miles away, easy to pop in whenever you missed him but no, it’s a whole different one, but... if that what your baby boy wants that's what he’ll get. 

So you and a very sad Bruce go apartment hunting in Bludhaven. You eventually found an apartment after Bruce saying no to all the other ones and saying they weren't good enough, Dick fell in love with one with an amazing view and Bruce, very slowly admitted he liked it too. That made Dicks smile even bigger.

 Now you, Bruce and Alfred are all alone. No more Dick running to you when he wanted something, no more Dick begging Bruce to fix the railing so he can balance on it again, no more Dick begging Alfred to a make his favorite dinner (Mac and cheese) No more Dick.

 It was sad. You were sad, Bruce was sad, and Alfred was sad. You three were all adjusting to life without Dick in your home every day and night. Sure he called, almost everyday,

”Mom how do I use a can opener?”

 “Do I put the stove on 350 or 360 degrees?”

 “Yeah, yeah I meant oven” but it wasn't the same. 

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One night, After Bruce was finished meeting Gordon, and going over the new riddler case. He finds himself driving back there, where it happened. He doesn't do it often but some nights he can't stop himself.

 You know about his drives to Crime Alley and what it does to him, when he comes home and his usual aura of broodiness increases and the bad memories and thoughts come back, but your always there for him when he's ready to talk, with open arms and soothing words, that's what makes him choose to actually go to Crime Alley. The promise you'll be there for him when he comes home.

Your his home.

 He parks the Bat-mobile and gets off and patrols the area for an hour, scaring off criminals and watching over the innocent people of the neighborhood, if he can even call it that, before he decides he should stop torturing himself and makes his way back into the car.

He’s walking towards the car when he sees it. Little stick like legs sticking up underneath the Bat-mobile. Immediately he’s on alert, someone is trying to mess with the Bat-mobile. It’s upon closer inspection and him slowly walking towards the car when he sees that the person is trying to.....trying to steal the tires! Oh... You’d love this.

 He's ready to yell at the person trying to steal from him when he hears a small gasp. He looks towards the tire to see the skinniest boy he’s ever seen with a tire iron in his hand and grime all over his face looking up at him with fear in his eyes. It’s at this moment he wishes he chose to wear a less intimidating costume, because the fear and worry in the little boys eyes make this heart twist. “what are you doing?” He speaks in an unusually soft voice. well as soft as she can while being Batman.

 The boy nervously swings the tire iron in his hand up at bruce. Shocked but quick, bruce catches it before it hits his face and rips it out of the little boys hand. The gangly kid realizing he’s weaponless scrambles up from the ground to his feet and stumbles off into an alley yelling obscenities. Bruce still reeling from the “attack” follows the kid and corners him in the alley way. He asks again in his “Batman voice” this time.

“What are you doing?”

The intimidation obviously spooks the kids because the next thing Bruce knows is the little boy is stuttering out an apology and slides his eyes around not looking at Bruce, he assumes he's too nervous to make eye-contact because when he squats down towards the little boy’s height, he scrambles back into the wall. His eyes widened and his face scrunches up like he is anticipating a hit. Yeah, this hurts. "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you. Okay?"

 The little boy looks up at him with cautious and disbelieving eyes. “How-how do I know you ain’t lying?……..I was going to hit you?” He’s looking at Bruce likes he’s insane. He was going to steal his tires and hit him. Why isn't he upset?!

 “Because that's not what I do.”

The skinny kids silent disbelief tells Bruce what he thinks of that answer.

 “What if I show you something to make you trust me?” he can't believe he’s going to do this. This kid was gonna swing on him with a tire iron. For some reason he admires the action, rather than judging it. The boy looks up at him with disbelief swimming in his eyes before slowly nodding. Bruce takes a deep breath in and hopes he won't regret this, something tells him he won't. He takes off his cowl.

 And looks up towards the boy and hearing his loud gasp makes his lips curl up. “Your- You're..... You're Bruce Wayne! OH MY GOD NO WAY!” 

“okay kid.....settle down ju-”

 “I mean I knew he had to be someone but you? well I never though it be you!” 

he doesn't know if he should be offended or not he chooses to ignore it....for now, he’ll talk to you about it later.

 “Trust me now?” The little boy smiles a big smile,

 “Oh Yeah! definitely now” Bruce puts back his cowl on and asks the boy again. “what were you doing with the Bat-mobile?”

 All traces of a smile wipes off his face and Bruce wants to take the question back because now he's nervous, 

“Ahhh about that, sorry mister I...I s- shouldn't have done that. It’s just if I came back to my... neighborhood with the bat-mobiles tires....I would get a lot of money, and you see I need the money and yeah. YEAH! So sorry for trying to hit you, i was just scared. I’m really really sorry, so yeah and I won’t take your tires again promise.”

 He says it with such honesty Bruce believes him. He reminds him of you. “what’s your name?” Bruce chooses to ask instead of continuing the conversation about tires, it seems to be a good idea because the little boy sheepishly smiles and whispers his name “Jason. Jason Todd” 

It’s fitting Bruce thinks. he can't help but want to keep talking the kid and asks him the question that he definitely knows the answer to, “Are you hungry Jason?” His stomach growls, and they both release soft laughs.

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Bruce is late. He usually is back around 2 a.m. to 2:30 a.m. but it’s now three thirty in the morning and you're getting worried. You’re walking down the steps to the bat cave when you hears the engine of the Bat-mobile in the distance. You sigh out of relief of him being okay and on his way, but also ready to yell at him for being late and making you stay up. (you can't fall asleep without him) 

He pulls up into the “driveway” and gets out and just as you're about to yell at him you look down to see a small set of shoes peeking out beneath his cape. Little shoes. Oh, what did he do?

Confused you look towards Bruce for answers to see him looking anywhere but you, suddenly hesitant. Narrowing your eyes you ask the question, “Bruce who’s shoes do those belong to and is there a little someone behind you?” You ask in a silly voice. Hoping to ease whoever is hiding behind your husband.

Bruce huffs out a breath and squats down. Still shielding someone from you. You hear him whispering and it’s when you hear a soft whisper back. Bruce turns his body towards you extending his arm out, you grab it and squat down to his level, “This is Jason” 

You turn your head to see a little boy with the darkest hair and lightest blue eyes you’ve ever seen, and looking at you nervously almost scared of your reaction to him. You softy smile in return and you can visibly see his shoulders drop in relief. You turn towards Bruce with questions in your eyes.

 “Brought him here to stay the night.” You raise your eyebrows out of shock and a happiness that your turn your head back to the 10 year old boy and smile.

 “Hi, I'm Y/n, it’s wonderful to meet you Jason” He smiles back and you think you haven't seen anything more adorable and speaks with the cutest Gotham accent you've ever heard, “it’s nice to meet you too Y/n, it’s okay I stay with you and B?” B awee, Bruce already has a nickname. Makes you want one.

 “Of course Jason, in fact Alfred just made cookies today and I'm sure we can heat them up? do you want to come with me upstairs?” 

He looks up at bruce for approval and you can't help but feel your heart melt in your chest. Bruce nods and sends him a small smile, and Jason whips his head to you and quickly nods his head. You let out a loud laugh and stand up and hold out your hand for him to take, he slowly takes you hand and that’s when you feel warmth spread through your body. His little fingers curling around yours. Makes you think of Dick when he was younger.

It’s barley been five minutes and this kid has you hooked. You don't think you’ll let him go until he gives you a nickname too. And even then you don't think you’ll want to let go.

You lead him upstairs talking his ear off about how good Alfred’s cookies are and how much he’ll like them, and it’s when he shyly asks if there's chocolate chip, you gasp and exclaim “OF COURSE there’s chocolate chip cookies jay!” you don't even notice the name slipped out of your mouth but Jason does and he smiles and lets out a loud laugh, he talks more with you after that.

Bruce knows you’ll have questions and he’ll definitely answer them, but watching you two completely ignore his existence and walk off into your own word in the five minutes of meeting each other, he knows he made the right decision when it came to bringing Jason back home.

 He quickly showers and changes into a t-shirt and sweats and walks up to the doorway of the kitchen to see you two both smiling and laughing, it makes him feel warm inside and he can't wait for Jason to be living with you guys permanently. And when you catch his eyes in the doorway and smile. He knows for sure he made the right choice.

Hope y’all enjoyed, feedback is always appreciated -yella <;33

#jason todd x reader #bruce wayne x reader #dick grayson x reader #batmom x dick #bat mom x jason #dceu imagine #dceu verse #dceu fanfiction #dceu fandom #young jason todd #good batdad #bludhaven #crime alley

[dckarma]

🌿 Harley and and Poison Ivy by Mautarin

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[pandorascripts]

Scars

note: I literally had the strongest urge after seeing a drawing from Harleen (the comic books, go read it), and got a wave of inspiration.

warnings: talk of abuse, talk of Stockholm syndrome, self-consciousness, angst w a happish open ending, Harley being sad :(.

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Beyond Harley’s pale complexion and her natural beauty, there are scars. Metaphorical and psychical ones. Ones that she covers with makeup everyday, hiding them from herself and the world. It took awhile for Harley to finally stop covering them, years after her break up with the Joker. And even then it was only when she was home. 

It wasn’t until she opened herself up to friends, and most importantly her girlfriend, that she could handle thinking about them. Harley cant count how many scars run across her back, the few on her face are obnoxious and loud, covering what used the be the favorite parts of herself. There’s two crossing on her nose, one running down her cheek, another slotted just next to the corner of her right eye. 

Lord knows the amount of bullet scars she has on her sides or her arms, probably hundreds. The Joker wasn’t much for safety over sexy. It didn’t matter how many times she flatlined due to an injury, he never gave her anything bulletproof. He said it made her more fun; that the risk of breaking his toy made it more valuable. 

Harley can remember how battered and bruised she was when she finally escaped his clutches— not that she even wanted to. He had tossed her out and told her not to come back, his goons shoving her back on the pavement time after time when she tried to enter the warehouse again. After a day she finally dragged her feet across Gotham, not even sure where she was going. 

Thank God Pamela decided to sweep out her old base, because otherwise she wouldn’t have been able to save Harley. Harley probably would crawled back to him and gotten herself shot. Pamela thinks about that day a lot, the day she finally realized just how deep Harley’s Stockholm syndrome went. They even ended up fighting at one point, Harley saying he had cooled down now, that it was safe to go back. 

Pamela cried for hours after that, Harley should’ve always felt safe around him. Harley never did though, she said it was apart of the game, that she was meant to be kept on her toes. It took five years for Pamela to help Harley realize that, that’s not what a relationship is. Of course she can’t take all the credit, after two years of healing and processing Harley found a girlfriend. You.

You were sweet to her, an abrupt change of pace from the Joker. It took Harley awhile to get used to it. You remember that stage of your relationship the most. Harley was jumpy and afraid, she didn’t dare to look at another woman when she was with you, and at one point asked you straight-up if you wanted to her stop talking to Pamela and Selena. You were completely baffled and told her no, that it wasn’t required and that you loved the both of them. 

For the first time in ages, Harley wasn’t walking on egg-shells. She felt safe, and comfortable around a romantic partner. After three years free, Harley was okay when other women hit on her, she could give them a simple no, hold your hand up and smile. It wasn’t like she’d have to practically fuck you in front of someone to prove who she belonged to, or that you’d get jealous. You said that if you saw her sitting next to someone, you’d ask her out too. You told her you couldn’t blame human nature, and you certainly wouldn’t punish her for other people’s actions. 

That one made Harley’s head spin. She didn’t understand how you wouldn’tpunish her, it was weird. Harley felt like she had no consequences, that she could do whatever she wanted. Of course you told her that she can’t, that you would be heartbroken if she did take an offer from another person, but you wouldn’t hurt her for it. You told her that you don’t have any right over her, the only person who gets to dictate and chose what she does is herself. 

Harley still doesn’t like her scars, there are nights where she throws blankets over the mirrors so she doesn’t run the risk of looking at them. There are days where she thinks she’s ready to go outside, scars on full display, only to run back in the house sobbing. It’s been five years and Harley cant get past them, but she knows eventually she can. Especially when you hold her tight and kiss every scar she has, or when you trace them, tell her that her scars are proof of survival. That they only add to her strength and determination. 

And as Harley takes off a blanket from the mirror, tracing her scars across her chest and shoulders, she understands. She understands that in time, her scars will fuel her success, that her scars will be fully closed and she will cease to care about them. 

Harley smiles at thought.

#harleen quinzel #harley quinn x you #harleen quinzel x reader #harley quinn x reader #harleen quinn #harley queen #poison ivy #catwoman #selena kyle #self insert #dc x reader #x reader #angst #dceu fanfiction #dceu imagine #harley quinn imagine #pamela isley #gotham city #the joker #joker #past trauma #pandorascript

[harleypostss]

Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy by Bekkomi

Wishing u all a good night

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[come-along-pond]

notes: My second box for the @occreatorexchange prompt bingo. This is my first full published smut so uh, please be kind. We can thank @curious-kittens-ocs, @astarionbae and @endless-oc-creations for dealing with my complaining and begging for peer review.

warnings: NSFW. Swearing, kissing, fingering, p in v, no protection, kitchen sex, titty sucking, edging, scratching and leaving marks. Bruce says 'good girl' because I'm a slut. IF YOU HATE THE WORD TITS DON’T READ.

Isabella Wayne (OC) x Bruce Wayne: MaleDom

AO3 VERSION

“Harls I love you, I do, but I can not listen to the same story for the fifth time,” Isabella Wayne is standing outside her apartment, keys in one hand, her mobile in the other, pressed to her ear. Harley had been talking her ear off nonstop ever since she’d left the Grocery Store - ‘Gotham’s a scary place Izzie, you gotta stay safe’, she didn’t realise the irony in that.

Bella pushes open her door, not expecting to see the lights already on, she has a moment of panic before she sees a familiar silhouette leaning on her kitchen counter. 

She doesn’t acknowledge him, merely continuing to listen to the woman on the other side of the phone, and placing her shopping bag on the kitchen island, she starts to unpack and places two wine bottles down, the figure picks one up and inspects it, almost disgusted by the cheap alcohol.

“As entertaining as you are darling, I’m going to go drown myself in the bath with a bottle of wine,”

“You’re so rich,” she can feel Harley’s eye roll. 

“Bye,” Isabella sings her farewells and hangs up, placing her phone on the counter, “I thought you of all people would be against breaking and entering,”

“I didn’t break anything, just entered,” Isabella’s husband shrugs “Who was that,” he gestures to her phone

“Oh don’t be jealous Brucie, she’s just a friend,” Bella winks and Bruce sighs

“Isabella-“

“You keep enough tabs on me Bruce, you could find out very easily,” she grumbles, opening the fridge to put away her small carton of milk.

“I thought maybe I’d give you a chance to be honest for once,” that stung, he knew it did and Bella turns away from him.

“Am I not allowed friends? Am I supposed to be imprisoned in my apartment, only seeing you and business associates, you don’t even look at me properly anymore,”

“I do,” he says firmly, but there’s something underlying like it’s something to be ashamed of “I’m sorry…” This happened a lot, he’d come over, and they’d bite at each other until someone cracked Bella sighs and joins him by the counter, crossing her arms and mirroring his position.

A moment passes, then another.

“It was Harley,”

“I know,” of course he did

“Why are you here Bruce?” Isabella asks, she looks up at the taller man, his jaw was as sharp as ever, but his stubble had grown past his old limit. 

It takes him a minute to respond, battling with his thoughts, he tries to remember Isabella before Belle Reve, her kind eyes and calm demeanour, they were honest with each other then, or so he thought.

“I missed you,” he admits, placing his palms behind him.

“Me too,” she says quietly, looking right up at him, she places her hand on top of his and finally he turns to look at her, to properly look at her.

He isn’t sure how to feel about what he finds: she was still her with long blonde hair and determined brown eyes. She was still her.

He thinks maybe his life would be easier if she wasn’t. 

“I still love you,”

“I know, me too,” with her response, Bruce cups his wife’s cheeks and pulls her in for a kiss. She responds instantly, moaning when he spins her around and pushes her against the kitchen island, his hands slip down her back and into her jeans, grabbing at the flesh of her ass while she grabs his arms for support.

“Bedroom?” she asks breathlessly, god he’d barely touched her and she needed him, in her defence, it’d been over a year since they’d been together.

Bruce pulls back, and looks her in the eyes “Are you sure?” she nods “Words sweetheart,”

“Fuck. Yes, yes I want this,” she breaths out and Bruce smirks, hoisting her up onto the counter, she grins into his neck, peppering kisses down it, she kicks off her heels and nudges his leg “Shoes, Bruce,” he reluctantly sighs, but pauses to slip out of them “You’re not running my flooring,” she says casually while slipping off her shirt.

“You’re so dramatic,” he kisses her again, nibbling at her lip while his large hands grope at her tits through her bra, As Isabella moans, her own hands run down to unbutton her jeans, but he stops her, grabbing her hands tightly “My job,” Bella grins and removes her hands, placing them on the counter behind her

“Want me to lay back as well?” she teases, but Bruce merely pushes her down, causing her to laugh he unzips her trousers and gently instructs her to lift herself up so he can shimmy them down, she complies and hears the gentle thud of the denim on the ground.

She was exposed now, her dark blue underwear on show for him to see, and his hands run down her thighs “Is this the set I bought you?” When Isabella goes to remind him that there was a point in her life where she exclusively wore underwear from him, she feels him swipe between her folds, collecting what had leaked through already, she thanks god he doesn't comment on how quickly he got her worked up. It takes him a while to move up her legs, massaging her ankles, and bringing his lips to her knees, slowly kissing up her thigh.

“Bruce..” she moans out

“Mhm?” he continues his actions, leaving a light hickey on her thigh

“Touch something…please,” she’s breathless, feeling her slick pool in her underwear

“I’ve got to warm you up darling,” he squeezes her thighs, one hand reaches up to her bra and slips under it, squeezing her right boob, causing her to sigh in relief, the other hand easily slips off her underwear, leaving her almost fully exposed. He gently cups her whilst his right thumb flicks at her breast, Bella gasps sharply, but it quickly turns into a moan when he starts to slowly circle her clit.

“Bruce please,” she groans, she felt like she was on fire, her slick was starting to get uncomfortable, and she just needed something, some friction. Thankfully, Bruce listens to her, and his middle finger slips inside her, slowly moving in and out.

“God you’re still so tight,” he picks up the pace, and Isabella arches her back

“More,” she moans out

“Have you forgotten who’s in charge here?” he says sharply, pulling his finger out, leaving her empty again, Bella wants to kick him, but she sits up, his hands both on her thighs.

“Please,” she adds, he smirks, and soon she’s back lying on the table, two fingers now inside her, slowly speeding up.

“Good girl,” he praises, and she lets out a damn near pornographic moan “Gonna take me so well later,” she starts to babble, mixing his name in with’ pleases’ while his thumb continues to circle her sensitive nub.

“Fuck..Fuck, fuck!” She’s close, she moans loudly, arching her back, her core tightens and she wants to both squirm away from Bruce and force him to go faster, leaving her a screaming mess. She feels it near and then…

Nothing.

He’d pulled his fingers out and left her just on the edge of her release. 

“Oh you ass,” she sighs, breathing heavily, Bruce grabs her calves roughly, pulling her down the island before leaning over her so they’re face to face.

“What was that?” he asks, hiding a smirk

“Asshole,” she says boldly and he lets out a breathy laugh, his hand finding her core again, fingers filling her suddenly. 

“Fuck!” he doesn’t give her time to warm up this time, moving in and out with two fingers and with such a speed Bella can hardly compute it, all she can do is swear loudly. She doesn’t know what to do with her hands, putting them above her head whilst her legs pull Bruce closer as she nears her end again “I’m close…don’t, don’t you dare-” she’s so nearly there, her heels digging into Bruce’s back, she can see his hard-on but knows he has the self-control not to take her right there, god she hated that right now.

Again, his hands leave her just as she nearly falls over the edge, tears are forming now, but god she loved it, he knew she did. 

Isabella doesn’t say anything, only putting her hand down, gesturing for Bruce to hold it, he does and she squeezes it tightly “You okay?” he asks, and she just lets out a breathy giggle.

“If you let me cum I’ll be much better,” 

He tuts softly “C’mon, sit up,” she does as she’s told and he scoops her up in his arms, she screeches and grabs on behind his neck, giggling as he carries her to the bedroom. 

The apartment had been nearly abandoned since Isabella had moved in with Bruce all those years ago, it was used as an office for her, somewhere to go when the Cabin was too far away, and she needed a break from work. Now, it’s become her permanent residence again, she’d been picked up from Bella Reve in a simple Range Rover and driven here, not to her home with Bruce, to a dusty apartment with no one to speak to. 

Slowly, Bella had started to redecorate, and the bedroom hadn’t been touched yet, with cream walls and a collection of musky-smelling candles on her dresser. 

Bruce lays his wife down on her bed, hovering over her to press soft kisses to her lips, he was gentler now, and Bella couldn’t help but wonder if the guilt of leaving her had kicked in, she really wasn’t good at not being sad these days, and that still applied during sex apparently.

She runs her fingers through his hair and he starts to kiss down her jaw, he bites at her neck and she moans, scratching at his scalp. That got his attention and he pulled back, lifting his tight black t-shirt over his head, revealing his abs.

Isabella shamelessly checks him out, biting her lip and grinning, she sits up and grabs the back of his head, connecting their lips suddenly and pulling him back down with her, her hands roaming over his chest, this makes him moan and she smiles into the kiss, her hands reaching his belt and undoing it. He lets her do it, his own hands moving to her back, unhooking her bra, his lips unlock with hers and starts to suck at her left boob, whilst his right hand fondles the other one, his left-hand sneaks down to her opening, collecting the slick once again. He inserts his fingers for the fourth time, this time moving slowly to match his pace on her tits.

It doesn’t take long to get Bella to the edge again, he’d worked her up so much - denying her an orgasm twice, and looking far too hot while doing it. She tries not to show that she’s about to cum this time, but her moans become more high pitched and her grip on his hair tightens. Bruce slithers up her next, whispering in her ear

“Come on baby, let go,” that does it, her walls clench around his fingers and she pulls at his hair.

“Bruce..oh fuck!” she screams and her juices flood the bed, god it felt so good, he continues through it letting her ride her high.

Slowly, he removes himself from her and she complains at the lack of closeness, he kisses her softly before standing up and slipping off his slacks, then his boxers, Isabella watches his dick spring up, pre cum smeared over the tip, and she moans at the sight of it. It was as mouth-watering as she remembered, with a thick girth and decent length, her core clenches just at the sight of it. Bruce gets back on the bed, he kisses her again, and she chases his lips.

“You ready?” he checks and she nods “Wo-”

“Yes,” she doesn’t need him to finish the sentence “Fuck, please,” he smirks and pumps himself slowly, groaning at the feeling of his own hand, oh how he often imagined her manicured fingers around him instead of his own, how he remembered the tightening of her cunt around him. 

Bruce slowly lowers himself down and inserts himself into Bella, she gasps ever so slightly, letting out a shaky hum and Bruce joins her.

“Taking me so well, fuck,” he bottoms out after the slow process, Bella lets him stay there for a moment as both of them relish in the tight stretch of her “Missed you,” he whispers into her ear and she shivers “so much, god,” his hips buck involuntarily and she gasps.

“You can move,” she greenlights and he pulls back before sharply re-entering, both gasp and slowly he picks up his pace, the bed shakes as he grunts

“Fuck…So perfect,” 

Isabella grabs onto his biceps, her nails digging into the skin, the pain edges him on and Bruce keeps up the rough pace, his own grunts of pleasure mixing with Bella’s moans “Faster. Oh fuck, shit,” she feels the rope tighten in her stomach again, and she screams out “I’m close!”

“Just a little bit longer, come on, you can take it,” Bruce watches her tits jiggle with each of his thrusts “Come on,”

“I can’t-” she scratches down his arms “Gotta cum,” the pressure is too much, he’s so big, she’s so full “Please Bruce, let me - please, oh shit,”

“Let go, darling, come on,” with that, the dam breaks, and again, Bella moans loudly, arching her back, her hips jerk with the sensation and Bruce continues his thrusting, he tucks her hair behind her ear, kissing her as his own pleasure builds, her walls trying to milk him dry “Can I- shit,” he groans and Bella recognises the signs, her fingernails scratch at his scalp

“You can cum inside,” she explains and that's what makes him let go, his cum coating her walls. He rides out his own release and Bella continues to moan. Finally, he collapses on her, the heavyweight comforting.

Both lay there breathless for a few minutes, overwhelmed by the mix of emotions they’d both felt. Bella feels her eyes slip shut, and Bruce slowly stands up, his cock exiting her, she groans at the emptiness, and crosses her legs.

Bruce stands up and starts to walk away from the bed, Isabella looks up, just seeing his backside as he puts on his boxers.

“Don’t leave,” she says panicked, tears in her eyes, he looks almost offended but remembers the post bliss, vulnerable state she’s in and leans down to kiss her temple.

“I’m just getting a cloth sweetheart,” he reassures, and when he returns from the en-suite, he cleans her up, ending the night with her in his arms.

#bruce wayne smut #batfleck smut #bruce wayne x oc #bruce wayne fanfiction #batman smut #batman x oc #batman fanfiction #dceu fanfiction #oc: isabella wayne #ocx bingo #ocappreciation #ocapp #ochub #allaboutocs #my writing

[tiannasfanfic]

Closer: Part 1

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader (Smut)

Summary: While wrapping up a successful mission, you end up getting exposed to a mysterious, powdery substance that starts to make you feel...very strange. (Crossposted to AO3)

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only

Author Note: Afab reader. This is a sex pollen fic, so consent is dubious. I tried to address the dubious consent issues within the story itself to make everything as consensual as possible. I may have combined several different tropes to make this happen, so hopefully they all flow well together. Inspired by a discussion on @officerbrowneyes blog about Adrian helping a Reader that came to him for help after breathing in sex pollen.

CW: Smut! This first chapter mainly just builds the story, so it's tame with light smut. Light smut includes masturbation (afab), discussing sex, Reader is the only one exposed to the sex pollen, Reader is very horny after exposure.

Word Count: 3,670

It finally happened. After ten years in black ops, and eight months of living in Evergreen, you finally got your That Mission.

Everyone in ARGUS had a That Mission. It varied from person to person on what exactly That Mission was, but it usually involved something outrageously stupid that may or may not have led to severe injury.

The mission itself had gone so well, too. Peacemaker, Vigilante, and you had cleared the small office complex of butterflies. It went smoothly and cleanly. Then John and Leota came in to help you search the office computers for any intel.

You didn’t have a designated position on the team. Technically, you could do all of them. You could easily fill in for any one of them on a temporary basis, you just weren’t as good as your teammates that only had one or two specializations. You had some field experience, some office experience, and some IT experience. You even had basic triage training, such as minor battlefield wound care. This gave you the ability to add “some medical experience” onto your massive list of partially known skills.

In other words, you weren’t good enough at anything to get on the bigger, grander missions, but you weren’t a big enough dumbass to get stuck with the shit jobs. You were perfectly okay with this. The world needed people like you just as much as they needed superheroes, doctors, and bad asses like Harcourt. You could step in whenever you were needed, however you were needed and could keep things afloat until the more skilled person came back. That was a skill in itself. Plus, it kept you out of trouble, which is a tricky thing to stay out of in this line of work.

Sadly, there had been no way to prevent what happened to you. It was completely unexpected and unplanned for.

The search of the offices had been going smoothly and cleanly right up until the end. The keycard you had been using had belonged to the head of security and worked just fine on all the other doors. It shouldn’t have triggered any alarms unless there was some sort of backup security system that wasn’t in the schematics. John and Leota had gone over the security blueprints with a fine-tooth comb to ensure something like this didn’t happen.

In hindsight, it was highly doubtful that it was a backup security system. It was more like the door had been booby-trapped or you were the unintended recipient of a practical joke dating back to a time before butterflies had infested the building. It was very distinct possibility that no one had used this office since then. It was fairly out of the way and small.

Whichever the case may be, backup security system, booby-trap or practical joke, the result was the same. As soon as you opened the door and stepped into the office, you were sprayed in the face by an aerosol spray deployed from somewhere in the wall. It felt powdery rather than wet, and a fine powder at that. It tickled your nose, making you cough and sneeze and involuntarily breathing a lung full of the stuff.

Stepping back into the hallway, you called out over the coms what happened. Harcourt ordered everyone but you back to the van, where she equipped John, Leota and Adrian (who insisted on going with them) with respirators before sending them to your location. By the time they reached you, any trace of what blasted you in the face had dissipated and they were unable to collect samples of the substance itself. The dispenser in the wall was so well hidden, they couldn’t even find it. But all they had to do was take one look at you to know something bad had happened.

By the time they got to you, you were starting to experience the effects of whatever the powder was. You were leaning against the wall across from the office, your legs feeling very weak. You had taken your jacket off and had a sheen of sweat on your face. You felt like you were running a low-grade fever. Adrian helped you back to the van while John and Leota finished with the office. Every step you took made you feel a little bit warmer, both on the outside and the inside. By the time you sat down, the beginnings of an ache radiated out through your body from between your legs.

You were very quiet on the drive back. You found yourself clenching your thighs together and gritting your teeth with every bump in the road. Each one sent a jolt straight up into your center, making you bite you lip. You waved off everyone’s concerns, including Adrian’s inquiry about him staying with you to keep an eye on you. Before they dropped you off at home, Harcourt had John draw blood samples to send to ARGUS for analysis and ordered you to stay home and monitor your symptoms until she heard back from them.

That was over two days ago. Harcourt still hadn’t heard back. You were more miserable than ever.

Those feelings had steadily built until you were barely able to move from your bed. You were barely sleeping and eating. And it was all due to the fact you were so extremely horny you were in a terrible amount of pain. Being horny was supposed to be fun. And, you did have to admit, it was a little fun at first. You enjoyed yourself on a fairly regular basis and knew how to make yourself cum like an expert, but the number of times you had gotten yourself off in the last two days was absurd even for you. For a while, it seemed to help. After you made yourself cum, you’d feel better. It always came back, but it was something, at least. And the harder you came, the bigger of a break you got.

Now though? No matter what you did, no matter how you got off, coming wasn’t working anymore. Nothing worked. Then again, you were so tired you really couldn’t put much effort into it. You finally gave up on trying hours ago.

You were curled up on your bed, naked, and drenched in sweat when someone started knocking on your front door.

You ignored it. They persisted.

You kept ignoring it and it finally stopped.

A short time later, you got a string of text messages, but you at least you recognized who it was. Anytime Adrian texted you, your phone would scream “HEY LISTEN” in the voice of an oddly endearing little fairy from a video game. That’s what made you finally glance at your phone

It’s me! I’m at your front door!

Open up!

I brought you food!

It took you a minute to get your reply typed, your hands were shaking so much even autocorrect almost couldn’t keep up with you even on a simple five-word text.

“Okay. Give me a few.”

You managed to pull on a loose t shirt and shorts, then slowly make your way to the door to let him in.

“You don’t look good at all,” Adrian said as soon as you got the door open, his brow furrowing in concern. He was holding a takeout bag from Fennel Fields.

“I feel like hammered shit,” you said, figuring that was close enough to the truth.

You stepped aside to let him in, careful not to let your thighs rub together. When that happened earlier during a bathroom trip, it resulted in some interesting noises coming from you. The last thing you needed right now was to let loose a carnal moan in front of Adrian Chase.

That was almost for naught, however, when he walked past you and suddenly the air was filled with his smell. You bit down on your bottom lip to keep quiet. His normal soap, cologne, and deodorant; dish soap and cooking grease from the Fennel Fields shirt he was wearing; and also, the vaguest hint of gun powder and oil if you know what you were smelling for. It was a smell that was so uniquely him, you’d know it without seeing him.

A fresh wave of heat flared through your body. You choked back a noise that threatened to rise in your throat. It suddenly felt like you had gotten punched in the stomach and between you legs at the same time. Staggering backwards, you leaned against the wall and then slid down it to sit on the floor.

“…worried, so I volunteered to check on you and bring you food,” Adrian was saying as he headed for your kitchen without a backwards glance, assuming you were following. “I got you what you always order, nothing fancy.”

He disappeared into the kitchen. You heard the refrigerator open and close, then a minute later, he poked his head back around the corner with a look of confusion on his face. When he saw you on the floor, he immediately rushed over and took to one knee next to you.

“Are you okay?” he said, resting his hand on your shoulder.

“I - no?” you said it like a question, then shook your head to try to clear it. You felt electricity where he was touching you. “I-I don’t know. I’ve f-felt terrible, and weird, and off ever since the other day.”

Adrian helped you to your feet and got you over to the couch, where he helped you lay down.

It took everything you had not to pull him down on top of you. The way he touched you, the feeling of his hands on your arms, gave you another jab of pain, though not in your stomach this time. It was all down lower.

“Do you know what that stuff was yet?” he asked, perching next to you on the edge of the couch cushions as you shook your head. He felt your forehead with the back of his hand and looked even more worried. “Shit, you’re burning up.”

“No fever though,” you said. “I checked.”

From your bedroom, you heard your phone start ringing. You didn’t pay attention to it, focusing on stopping yourself from whimpering when he moved his hand away from you.

“That’s really weird,” he said, his brow furrowing more, then looked sad. “I wish there was something I could do to help.”

Then Adrian’s hand rested lightly on your bare knee, right under the hem of your shorts. The feeling of his skin directly on yours made your thighs clench, sending a jolt of pleasure up through your core. You let out a loud moan before you were able to stop yourself. Adrian jumped away from you so fast he tripped in the process. He landed on the floor next to the couch, right on his ass.

Your phone went quiet in the bedroom as you both stared at each other in shock. Then it started back up again.

“S-sorry,” you said, swallowing heavily and averting your gaze. Your face was bright red.

“Er…I- Uh. It’s okay? I think?” Adrian said, also swallowing heavily, eyes wide. Unlike you, he kept staring at you and you could feel his gaze as if it were boring holes into you.

Great, you thought to yourself. Now you made it weird.

While you’d had a thing for Adrian for as long as you’d known him, you knew it was unrequited. You knew he didn’t feel the same way. A couple of months after your transfer, you had made several attempts at flirting with him. And you had made it obvious, since you knew by then that he didn’t read signals and subtleties very well. Adrian had ignored them as if they hadn’t happened. While it was sad, you were glad he hadn’t made the rejection awkward. You’d rather pretend it never happened than lose the friendship. You treasured his presence in your life, even as just a friend and coworker.

But, regardless of that, the fantasy scenarios you had pictured a time or six in your head where he had you moaning under his touch had gone NOTHING like this. And why did you even moan just now, anyway? Adrian has touched your bare knee before and that has certainly never happened.

“I-I think…” you swallowed heavily, heart hammering in your chest. You took a deep breath and tried again. “I think that shit is seriously fucking with me.”

Your phone stopped ringing, then after a few seconds started up again.

“Fucking with you?” Adrian’s brow furrowed again. “How? Damnit, I knew we should’ve taken you to the hospital!”

You shook your head. “No, I don’t think they can help. I feel hot, but no fever. And I’m sick to my stomach, kind of. And I’m -“

You stopped and shut your mouth. Even just the thought of saying it, and saying it to him of all people, made the heat between your legs worse.

“But what?” he scooted closer to the couch, leaning against it with his elbow.

You heard your phone stop ringing.

“I-I’m not quite sure how to say it,” you said after a moment.

“I find it best to just say it,” Adrian said, shrugging. “Whatever needs to be said, I just say it.”

Easier said than done when the thing you needed to say was explain to him how horny you are. It couldn’t be a coincidence that all of this started after you were sprayed. It had to be some sort of poison or pheromone that had a counter agent. But you needed to tell him first so he could call Harcourt for you and see if she’d heard of anything like this before.

“Um,” you said hesitantly, licking your lips. “Well, i-it’s very weird…but I’m really…extremely…ho-“

I’m a Barbie Girl in a Barbie World, wrapped in plastic, it’s fantastic!

Adrian fished his phone out of his pocket, and you swallowed heavily. A little bit of relief washed over you since that was about to get really, extremely awkward.

“Hey Harcourt! What’s-“ Adrian stopped. “I’m still at her place, actually.” He paused, then looked directly at you. “No, not okay at all.” Another pause. “Okay, hang on.”

He pulled the phone away from his ear and tapped the screen.

“Alrighty, you’re on speaker.”

“Y/N,” Harcourt said. “Bad news. Your test results came back. The spray was a concentrated aerosol powder made of coitus microspores.”

“The fuck is that?” you said, blinking in confusion.

“Concen- what?” Adrian said, sharing your confusion.

“Sex pollen. You were dosed with a sex pollen.”

You and Adrian exchanged very confused looks.

“What’s that?” you both asked at the same time.

Harcourt sighed deeply, as if she suddenly remembered the two people she was talking to.

“It ramps up your sex drive well above your normal level,” Harcourt explained. “It’s said to be quite a painful experience, especially if it’s not relieved right away. This long after your exposure, it must be excruciating.”

“Can confirm,” you said, sighing. “What do I need to do?”

“The only known way to fix it is by having sex,” Harcourt said. “I know you aren’t seeing anyone, but do you have a fuck buddy or even just a friend that wouldn’t mind doing you a solid this one time?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Adrian’s head snap up to look at you.

“No on both counts,” you sighed. For the first time in your life, you felt like you were at a disadvantage for not having anyone like that in your life. “And I know getting myself off won’t work. I already tried that. A lot.”

Adrian made a weird noise and you glanced up at him. He was staring at you with wide eyes, red cheeks, and a slack jaw.

“Sorry,” you muttered to him half-heartedly.

Adrian’s mouth snapped shut and he looked back down at the phone. Once you had looked away from him, you could see him shift his legs around where he still sat on the floor.

“Nope, it won’t,” Harcourt confirmed. “You will need to find someone to fuck you.”

A strangled sort of sound came out of Adrian then, but this time you didn’t look up. You were thinking.

“Shit,” you said finally, sighing. “I don’t think I can drive like this, so I guess I could have Adrian run me to one of the bars down the street.”

“Might be your best option,” Harcourt agreed. “You’ll have your pick of random horn dogs to take home and fuck, just don’t-“

“No!” Adrian suddenly exclaimed in a sharp, authoritative tone.

You looked up at Adrian, and he gulped, staring at you with a shocked expression, his face bright red, like he had surprised himself too.

“If you have a better idea, Chase,” Harcourt said after a moment. “Then we’re all ears.”

Adrian gulped again, turning an even brighter shade of red. He glanced between you and the phone several times, before finally just staring at the phone.

“I can do it,” he stated confidently, despite how sheepish he looked.

Your mouth dropped open in surprise, your heart hammering.

Harcourt, on the other hand, was having none of this.

“Chase, this is not the fucking time to be thinking with your dick!”

“I am not thinking with my dick!” Adrian exclaimed. “And that saying makes zero sense anyway because it is impossible to think with your dick. It doesn’t have a brain. But anyway. It’s the only option we have that involves the least amount of risk for all parties, especially for Y/N.”

You were very confused by this, but suddenly found yourself unable to speak. You had desperately been trying not to think about fucking Adrian, but now that he was the one who said it, all bets were off in your brain.

“Go on,” Harcourt finally said, her tone a tolerant one, which meant she was seriously listening.

“First of all, she is in no condition to go anywhere, much less a bar,” Adrian stated, then he started looking you over. There was nothing sexual about it, it was an assessing look, as if he were scanning you for injuries. “Trust me, anyone in their right mind would take one look at her and immediately call an ambulance. Fuck, I’m half tempted to myself.”

You thought about it for a second, or tried to, then gave up. You couldn’t stop watching his lips as he spoke.

“He’s right,” you managed to croak out.

“Secondly, say Y/N did find someone to fuck, be it a friend or a stranger, it’s not exactly like she can tell them she got sex pollened on a black ops mission,” Adrian continued. “So, they wouldn’t be able to give full, informed consent, which is bad since she could hurt them or, even worse, they could hurt her.”

“That’s…actually a really good point,” Harcourt said, sounding very surprised.

“And furthermore,” Adrian continued. “Y/N herself is in an extremely vulnerable state. This doesn’t sound much different than a fucking date rape drug, so any consent she gives right now is dubious as all fucking hell. If having sex is really the only way to fix this, then it should be with someone she knows and trusts that also knows exactly what’s going on. If at any point Y/N tells me to stop, I will, no questions asked.”

Adrian had raised his gaze to meet yours as he said that last sentence, his eyes soft and reassuring.

You severely wanted him. No question. And not just anyone at this point. HIM. Somehow, everything he just said had made him even hotter. But, at the same time, you were unsure still.

“Wh-what if it’s a-awkward?” you said, swallowing heavily. “Like…afterwards…at work?”

Adrian thought about it for a few seconds.

“Have you ever had a one-night stand?”

You shook your head, staring at his lips again.

“Okay, um, gimme a minute,” he said.

Adrian got quiet, a thoughtful look on his face. He looked up towards the ceiling and reached one hand up to scratch his chin as he thought. Your eyes followed the movement of his hand. Were his fingers always so long and nimble looking? And were they always that thick? Probably, since people’s fingers don’t just suddenly change. But what has been seen can’t be unseen. The heat between your legs was painful.

“Oh! I know!” Adrian exclaimed, snapping you out of your thoughts. Your gaze went back to his face right as he looked back at you. “Chris and I have had a threesome together, and things aren’t awkward with us. So, I don’t see why me fucking you should be awkward either. We don’t have to let it be.”

You had heard these stories before, so this wasn’t anything new you were finding out about. Hell, Chris had even called you a couple of weeks ago, saying they were bored and asked if you wanted to come over to have one with them. While you had turned him down, Adrian was absolutely right. There was no awkwardness or tension between him and Chris, in either their friendship or work relationship. And it wasn’t awkward with you and Chris after that phone call either.

“Okay,” you said softly, almost whispering.

The pain was already worse just in this brief time period. The ache had turned into a steady throbbing. You needed something to happen soon. Needed him soon.

“I really didn’t need to know any of that,” Harcourt muttered, like she was talking to herself, then cleared her throat. “All right sounds like a plan. I got the results directly, so no one else needs to know about this. Y/N, take the rest of the week off and report in on Monday. I’ll think of an excuse you can tell the team and I’ll go ahead and put you both in for overtime. Good luck.”

Three beeps signaled Harcourt ended the call.

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Summer Lovin' | Rick Flag x Nurse!Reader

Summary: The summer edition of 'Tis the Season.

Warnings: Language, Rick Flag in swim shorts, Harley and Boomer are a warning in themselves...

Word Count: 5,717 words

A/N: Thank you to @babblydrabbly for the prompt, and @a-reader-and-a-writer for beta-reading! <3

Masterlist

Standing at the bow of the catamaran, watching as the sun begins its slow descent below the horizon of the crystal blue Aegean Sea, you take a sip of champagne and lean back into the warmth of the firm body behind you.

You’d never believed in perfect moments until you met Rick Flag. That sort of thing was reserved for Hallmark movies and other people’s lives. Certainly not your own. But everything changed on that fateful day when Rick was wheeled onto your ward, and you’ve never looked back.

Since then, the two of you have enjoyed plenty of your very own perfect moments. Sneaking out to watch the New Year’s Eve fireworks together on the hospital roof; reuniting in that same spot three months later and sharing your first kiss; the day Rick finally moved into your tiny apartment, where you celebrated with take-out and cheap wine, and he told you he loved you for the very first time.

And of then course, there’s right now.

“It’s so beautiful,” you marvel as Rick’s hand finds its way to your waist. Surrounded by the seemingly endless ocean, the view belongs on a postcard. It’s hard to believe this sliver of paradise is real. Sometimes, it’s hard to believe that Rick is real.

The trip to Greece had been Rick’s idea. An old friend of his owns a property on one of the small islands and he had whisked you away as a surprise. After taking extra shifts at the hospital to help save up for a bigger place, God knows you were in need of a break. A week away from work, with nothing but the sun, sea and Rick for company sounded like your idea of heaven and so far, it hasn’t disappointed.

You feel Rick lean forward, brushing his lips against the column of your throat. His breath is warm and sweet from the sparkling wine. “I hadn’t noticed.”

You can’t help the smile that tugs at your mouth as he pulls you closer, his broad hand applying the slightest amount of pressure to your waist.

“Don’t tell me this view is boring you?” you tease softly at his not-so-subtle move.

As content as you would be to stand here and admire the breath-taking view all evening, one thing during this trip has become painfully clear: while the slower pace of life has been a welcome change for you, Rick Flag was never built to relax.

You noticed it earlier today whilst watching him from the comfort of your sun lounger, sunglasses hiding the fact that you couldn’t take your eyes away from his body. And who could blame you? It had taken some gentle encouragement on your part before Rick was comfortable removing his shirt away from the privacy of your villa. Almost a year has passed since his injury and the operation that followed, but the scar across his chest has yet to fade. To ease his mind, you’d found a secluded spot on the beach, away from prying eyes and curious gazes, assuring him that scars or no, he is perfect to you. With a shy smile he'd allowed you to unbutton his shirt.

If you had your way, it would have remained off for the rest of the vacation.

Especially now that three days into the trip, his supple skin has turned golden in the sun. Combined with the muscle that’s gradually returning since he left the hospital, he looks more and more like one of the ancient Greek statues with each passing day. He’d laughed when you told him this, the sound like music to your ears.

But today, as your gaze travelled over his tanned, muscular thighs on display beneath his swim shorts, you realised his legs were bobbing anxiously, the paperback you brought along for him lying unopened by his feet.

Having been hospital bound for the best part of four months, you realised you could hardly blame him for feeling restless. In his position, the last thing you'd want to do is spend your free time on a bed of any description. Your suggestion of taking a walk to the marina was met with a grateful smile and when his face lit up at the poster advertising a sunset champagne cruise this very evening, you resolved to find more exciting ways to fill your vacation.

Carefully, Rick spins you around to face him. His hazel eyes are sparkling as they catch the last of the sun’s warm rays.  Running your hand along his white button-down shirt and feeling the steady, reassuring beat of his heart, your own chest tightens with love for the beautiful man beside you. You wish you could capture this moment and bottle it forever.

“I’m not bored,” he assures you with a wry smile, covering your wandering hand with his own. “Just wonderin’.”

Intrigued, you arch an eyebrow, prompting him to continue.

“What did I do to deserve you, darlin’?”

Your heart flutters, even as you try to rein in the huge smile blooming across your face. “I guess some things are just meant to be.”

“Couldn’t have put it better myself.”

Rick takes your drink and places it beside his own on the side of the boat. A flicker of nervousness crosses his face, and he clears his throat, but before he can say another word the sound of a motor, loud and startling, shatters the tranquillity of the otherwise perfect evening.

Twisting in Rick’s arms, you look out once more across the vast expanse of sea and spot a small speedboat rapidly heading towards your larger vessel. Some of your fellow passengers are similarly staring at the cause of the sudden commotion. There hasn’t been another boat in sight for hours.

You feel Rick’s hand tighten around your waist again and when you return to meet his gaze, his handsome face is drawn into a grimace. “You gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me.”

Confused, and more than a little concerned by Rick’s reaction, you glance back at the speedboat just in time to hear a whoop and a high-pitched cackle over the obnoxiously loud engine. As the smaller boat continues its fast approach, you’re finally able to make out the passengers, oddly familiar despite their current appearance. A tall, bearded man in a vibrantly coloured Hawaiian shirt stands at the helm, accompanied by a pale, bikini-clad woman with bright blonde pigtails. The reason for their familiarity suddenly dawns on you.

Although you only met them the once on Christmas Eve, you weren’t likely to forget the faces of Harley Quinn and Digger Harkness in a hurry.

“What the hell are they doin’ here?” Rick mutters from behind you as their boat pulls up next to your catamaran and Boomer kills the engine.

“Hey Flag!” Harley yells excitedly, standing up to wave and nearly losing her balance in the process. “Whoops! Long time, no see. How ya doin’?”

“Is it still Colonel, or should we call you Captain now, mate?” Boomer laughs, grabbing Harley’s arm to steady her as the boat bobs about in the water.

“Oh, hey there sweet'ums!” Harley’s attention drifts from Rick, landing on you instead. “I remember you. Looks like ya did a great job nursin’ old Flag back to health.” She nudges Boomer, clearly pleased with her joke.

“I don’t even want to know what you two are doin’ here,” Rick grumbles, having to shout to make himself heard. “Get yourselves back on dry land, then we’ll talk.”

“Aye, aye, Cap’n.” Both Harley and Boomer offer him a mock salute before the latter restarts the engine and the speedboat takes off across the waves once more.

Once they’re safely out of sight, you turn to Rick. The other passengers shoot a few bemused glances your way but otherwise continue to mind their own business. It doesn’t seem to assuage Rick’s embarrassment though.

“I’m so sorry about that,” he grinds out. “I have no idea what-”

You cut him off, rising onto your tiptoes to press your lips against his. He catches you in his arms, surprised.

“Don’t worry about them,” you urge, brushing your lips over the sweet spot below his ear. “We have another hour before we make it back to shore.” You kiss him again, tasting the salt of the ocean on his skin. “Enjoy the peace and quiet while it lasts.”

To Rick’s irritation and your curiosity, Harley and Boomer are indeed waiting for you back at the marina when your boat docks. Rick has barely helped you onto dry land when Harley tackles him with a rib crushing hug.

“What’s this for, Quinn?” He grunts, offering you an awkward grimace over her shoulder.

The blonde eventually steps back, holding him at arm’s length for examination. “Do I gotta have a reason? Can’t I just be happy to see you in one piece?”

“You gave us a scare, y’know,” Boomer pipes up from beside you. He flashes you a toothy grin, a flash of silver gleaming under the floodlights of the marina.

Releasing himself from Harley, Rick takes a protective step towards you and links his fingers with yours. The gesture does not go unnoticed by his friends, who shoot one another a knowing smirk.

“Are we interruptin’ a romantic getaway?” Harley grins, hands flying to her painted red lips in mock surprise.

With his free hand, Rick pinches the bridge of his nose. “What do you want? You know I left ARGUS, right? Whatever trouble you got yourselves into now, I can’t help.”

“Oh, we’re not in trouble.” Harley pokes him in the chest. “We’re on vacation!”

“Vacation?”  Rick repeats, not bothering to hide the scepticism from his voice. “Bit of a coincidence, don’t you think?”

“Hey, when Milton told us he was lettin’ you stay here for free, we figured it was only fair we got to come along, too.”

“Dubois told you where we were goin’?” Rick stares at Harley in disbelief.

“Not in so many words.” She twirls the end of one pigtail. “Boomer might’a looked at his messages.”

Her companion grins. “Guilty as charged.”

A weary sigh escapes from Rick’s lips. “Here’s what you’re gonna do. Your gonna march your asses straight back to the airport and catch the next flight back to who the hell cares.”

Harley’s face falls and you tug on Rick's hand sharply, wondering whether you can persuade him to reconsider.

Boomer beats you to it.

“Ay listen mate, we ain’t your skivvies no more. You can’t tell us what to do. Harls wanted to check on you, but you moved away without tellin’ anyone. Had to track you down through Dubois.”

“It’s OK Boomer, he don’t want us here. Let’s go.” Harley links her arm through her friend’s and starts to pull him away.

“Wait!” You surprise everyone by raising your voice before turning to Rick. “Perhaps they could stay for a little while? It was a long way to come and there’s plenty of room in the villa.”

Harley’s crestfallen expression shifts into one of hope as she stares at Rick. “You won’t even know we’re here. Pinkie swear!”

Meanwhile, Rick clenches his jaw in obvious discomfort. “You sure about this? These guys are fuckin’ idiots.”

Unaffected by such a scathing assessment, Harley bounces on the balls of her feet. “Yeah, but we’re your fuckin’ idiots.”

Rick wakes you the next morning before the sun has fully risen. You shoot him a questioning look as he presses a finger to your lips, but the intention is clear. Even with Harley and Boomer installed at the opposite end of the villa, he doesn’t want them to hear; his plans for today only extend to the two of you.

After disembarking from the sunset cruise last night with two extra guests in tow, you had suggested drinks at one of the beach bars, figuring that Rick likely needed some liquid courage to deal with such an unexpected visit, or at the very least, something to ease the shock.

Between them, Harley and Boomer managed to relieve the bar of two bottles of Ouzo and plenty of colourful cocktails, so it’s safe to assume they won’t be waking up any time soon. Still, amused by Rick’s attempt at stealth, you dress in silence and find yourself strapped into the passenger seat of the hired jeep just as the sun finally emerges over the crest of the hills.

“Where are we going?”

Rick flashes you a disarming smile, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. “Somewhere they can’t find us.”

Somewhere turns out to be a stunning cove on the opposite side of the island, almost two hours’ drive from the villa. The beautiful stretch of white sand is completely deserted except for the two of you - your very own slice of paradise for the day.

Rick helps you out of your floral sundress, not missing the opportunity to gently caress your skin with his calloused fingers as he slips the thin straps over your shoulders. Then, once you’re both stripped down to your bathing suits, he lifts you into his strong arms.

Wrapping your legs tightly around his broad waist, you cling to him tightly as he begins to wade out into the sea. To your amusement, his expression rapidly shifts from one of thinly veiled lust to sudden shock when the icy water reaches his thighs.

“Fuck! Brace yourself, darlin’.”

It’s still early, so the sun has not yet had time to warm the sea and even though you’re expecting it, you can’t help but let out a yelp when the waves lap against your own skin for the first time.

Rick laughs, tightening his grip around you as he continues to move away from the shoreline. Once again, the sound tugs at your heartstrings, especially when you think of how far he’s come since those dark days when the two of you first met. You know with certainty you’ll never take that sound for granted.

As you find yourself submerging deeper under the surface of the water, you start to acclimatise to the temperature. Relaxing in his arms, you tilt your head forwards and press a kiss to Rick’s temple.

“Thank you for bringing me here.”

His eyes shutter and when he opens them, concern lines his face. “I’m sorry about last night. You sure you want those two idiots stayin’ with us?”

You lean forwards again, this time pressing your lips to the crease that has formed between his brows. “I know what they did for you, Rick. I know if it weren’t for them, you wouldn’t be here. We never would have met. The least I can do is to let them stay with us for a couple of days. They obviously care about you in their own... unique way.”

He pulls a face but doesn’t argue. “You’re too damn good, you know that?”

You spend the rest of the morning swimming in the crystalline blue sea. When Rick is finally able to coax you out of the water, he lays you down on the beach towel and hovers above you, a soft smile playing on his handsome face. Your eyes are immediately drawn to his chest, where a mouth-watering amount of golden skin glistens in the midday sun. Biting your lip, you meet his gaze. There’s not a soul around, and Rick is staring back at you with hunger in his beautiful hazel eyes. But there’s something else there, too. Something you can’t quite put a label on.

Reaching up, you clutch his shoulder and pull him into a kiss. His lips are warm and soft and as he gently eases his weight down, covering you with his huge body, your lower belly stirs with the beginnings of desire.

Rick deepens the kiss, groaning softly as you run your fingers through the damp lengths of his hair, but just before you can wonder if this is really going to happen, he withdraws, coming to kneel in front of you.

“I wanna talk to you about somethin’,” he begins. The same wavering note of tension is evident in his voice, just as it was last night on the boat.

You allow him to pull you into a seated position, but before he can continue, a speck on the horizon catches your eye, pulling your attention away from Rick.

He follows your line of sight across the expanse of white sand and as the two of you watch, the dark speck gets closer and closer, until you realise just exactly what it is; a person is hurtling towards the ocean – towards you. But it’s not just any person. It’s Boomer. And he’s completely naked.

“Oh my God!” Your hands fly to your face, covering your eyes as Boomer reaches your spot on the sand, but not before you see the abject horror in Rick’s expression.

“What the hell!? HARKNESS!” Rick launches himself up and starts storming towards the shoreline, where Boomer is thankfully now submerged beneath the surface of the gleaming water.

Climbing tentatively to your own feet, you wander over to Rick’s side and observe warily as the Australian thief bobs about beneath the waves.

“Crikey mate, s’a bit nippy, ain’t it!” Boomer exclaims, mischief sparkling in his eyes as he grins at the pair of you.

“What are you doin’ here?” Rick demands.

“Heard it was the ideal place for a swim.”

“Get out.”

Hearing Rick bark orders at Boomer, it’s not a stretch to picture him in the role of colonel.  Your chest flutters, and the desire from moments ago swiftly and surprisingly returns.  But when you remember the fact that Boomer, in all his naked glory, is barely a few metres away, the desire just as quickly dies.

Lacing your fingers with Rick’s, you squeeze his hand.  “Do we really want him to get out?” you mutter under your breath.

A flicker of understanding crosses Rick’s face. “On second thoughts-”

But it’s too late. Boomer is already wading back to the shoreline, heading straight for your vacated beach towel.

You avert your gaze, turning into the safety of Rick’s chest. His arms wrap around you protectively. You can feel his heart hammering against your cheek, a mixture of anger and frustration coursing through his body.

“Knew lettin' them stay was a bad idea,” he grunts.

If Rick was annoyed about being interrupted on the beach, it’s nothing compared to his mood by the end of the week. Despite Harley and Boomer’s persistent presence, you’ve tried to arrange activities that will keep Rick and his restless body active. Unfortunately, everything you plan - from hiking through the island’s lush green hills, to rollerblading along the picturesque seafront - ends up being gate-crashed by the two ex-criminals.

Rick, already less than amused by the prospect of rollerblading, was left furious when Harley rocked up, somehow mistaking the activity for roller-derby. She had promptly proceeded to body slam into him at full speed, resulting in cuts and bruises all round, not to mention the greatest casualty of all: Rick’s wounded ego.

You find him later that evening, sulking in the bedroom. The soft orange glow of the setting sun illuminates the hard planes of his body, bare from the waist up, and you swallow the lump of desire forming in your throat.

He glances up when you enter, a frown creasing his handsome face. “I just want us to have one hour alone, is that really too much to ask for?”

Offering a sympathetic smile, you crawl onto the bed behind him and wrap your arms around his thick waist. His body is scorching against your own bare skin, still damp from the pool where you’ve been cooling off for the last few hours. “I’m sorry, babe. I was really trying to think outside the box. I had no idea Harley liked rollerblading. How’s your knee holding up?”

Rick merely grunts in response, but you feel him soften in your arms. Resting your chin on his shoulder and pressing a kiss to his jaw, you continue. “Tomorrow’s our last night. Let’s go out to dinner. We’ll invite the two of them, as well -” Rick stiffens at the suggestion, but he lets you continue. “-that way, at least we won’t have any nasty surprises if they do show up.”

After a moment to consider, Rick relents. “Not exactly what I had in mind for our last night, but sure.”

You brush your mouth over his jaw again, but this time he turns his head, causing your lips to meet, and what was intended to be a chaste kiss swiftly heats up. Before you can catch a breath, Rick is deftly manoeuvring you into his lap, and in a matter of seconds, he’s expertly drawing soft moans from you, his hands caressing every inch of available skin.

“Where are they now?” he asks roughly, between open mouthed kisses to your neck and chest.

Aside from sleep, this is one of the first moments you’ve had to yourselves since Harley and Boomer showed up on their speedboat, and you’re pretty sure Rick is thinking the same as you. It’s been a struggle to keep your hands off him, and while somehow you doubt his friends would care, you’ve tried to minimise public displays of affection.

“They’re out.” Your response turns into a gasp as his fingers slip beneath the waistband of your bikini bottoms, leaving you in no doubt of where he intends this to make-out session to lead.

Rick plucks at the strings of your bikini top, and it quickly falls away from your body. “For how long?”

“Who knows?” Who cares, you think, as he replaces the item of clothing with his hand, softly cupping and kneading your sensitive flesh. When he touches you like this, you don’t even know your own name.

“We’ll have to be quick.” His voice is a growl, deep and rumbling; you feel it in the pit of your stomach.

“I don’t mind.”

You’ve barely freed Rick from the constraints of his swim shorts when the villa door slams open and high-pitched giggling echoes down the hallway.

“Fuck!”

The restaurant is beautiful. The food is delicious. Even the company, Rick has to concede, is uncharacteristically well-behaved. If he’s completely honest he had been disappointed by your suggestion of going out to dinner with Harley and Boomer because it had been his intention to finally get you alone. But the night is still young, and maybe, just maybe, his efforts won’t go to waste.

After the main course, Rick makes his excuses and slips into the bathroom. He doesn’t like leaving you unattended with those two idiots for long, but he needs a minute to gather his thoughts. He wants this to be perfect; it’s the least you deserve.

Scrutinising his reflection in the mirror, he takes a deep breath. There isn’t a single doubt in his mind that this is the right thing to do. Still, it doesn’t make it any less terrifying. Before meeting you, he never had to worry about rejection, never gave much thought to how others perceived him. But now, just like that evening on the roof of the hospital, he’s been rehearsing what he wants to say. And ever since the plane touched down on the island, he’s been waiting for the right moment. He just hopes he hasn’t waited too long.

Rick scrubs a hand over his jaw. He wonders if you see what he does. The shadow of fear that still follows him around. Because he knows just how precious every moment is, just how fleeting life can be. By some small miracle he was given a second chance and he doesn’t want to spend another second of that without you.

Squaring his shoulders, he gives his reflection a final frown. Man up, Flag.

He's barely opened the bathroom door when the sound of shattering porcelain causes his stomach to drop.  God, how he wishes he had the option to run. To turn on his heel and flee the restaurant without having to deal with whatever the hell he’s about to walk into. He’s tired. So goddamn tired of having to babysit those two idiots, but the knowledge that you’re out there, fielding the chaos alone, is enough to make him see red.

He strides back into the restaurant. For the briefest of moments, Rick wishes he had run.

Harley is now standing atop the dining table, an armful of plates in her possession. Cheered on by Boomer, she’s dropping the plates onto the floor and stomping her feet in time to the music. A crowd of restaurant staff have gathered around, waving their arms and shouting in Greek, but amidst the commotion, Rick’s gaze quickly lands on you.

Face creased in embarrassment, you’re tugging at the hem of Harley’s floral dress, trying to coax her down from the table. Your anxious eyes meet Rick’s across the room, and he doesn’t miss the way your shoulders sag with relief. He’s quick to join your side, cursing himself for ever leaving you in the first place.

“Get down. Now,” he barks over the shouting and the music and the smashing.

Harley pauses. In her outstretched hand she clutches another plate. She’s holding it out over the floor, where it’s ready to drop. Her pale face stretches into a wide grin as Rick snatches the delicate china from her grip. “Don’t be such a spoilt sport, Flag. We’re just havin’ a bit of fun! And it’s tradition, ain’t it?”

Rick offers the plate to one of the many disgruntled staff members, before rescuing the remaining dishes from Harley’s dangerous embrace. At the back of his mind, he’s calculating how much the damage is going to cost him. “This ain’t that kinda place, Harley. And I ain’t tellin’ you again. Get. Down.”

Boomer pulls a face across the table. “Lighten’ up, boss. The locals are lovin’ it.”

If you ask Rick, the locals are most certainly not ‘lovin’ it’. If anything, their fellow restaurant guests look terrified. And who could blame them?

Once the plates are safely out of Harley’s possession, Rick grabs her by the waist and lifts her off the table, before seizing Boomer by the scruff of his collar. He flashes you an apologetic grimace. “Excuse us for a minute, darlin’.” Then, without waiting for your response, he hauls his ex-squad mates out of the dining area.

With Harley and Boomer reluctantly in tow, Rick soon finds himself on the rooftop of the restaurant. The sun has almost set, the sky turning a brilliant shade of burnt orange, but he doesn’t have time to appreciate the view, nor his surroundings. The small area seems to be some special kind of dining area, complete with fairy lights and flower-covered trellis, but it’s currently abandoned. Perfect. He doesn’t want an audience for this.

“That’s it,” he tells the two criminals, coming to a halt beside one of the long wooden tables. “I’m done playin’ nice. The two of you need to leave. Now.”

“Why?” Harley pouts, arms folded across her chest as she stares Rick down.

Boomer slings his arm around her, presenting a united front. “Yeah, it’s a free country, ain’t it?”

“Why?” Rick pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head. “Cos you’ve ruined this entire trip. Every single moment we get alone, the two of you appear. And don’t get me started on whatever the hell that was back there. I can’t take it anymore. This was supposed to be perfect.”

“Perfect?” Harley scrunches her face in distaste. “Who wants perfect? If you ask me, that sounds kinda borin’-”

“I’ve been tryin’ to propose,” Rick blurts out, his shoulders slumping as he realises what he’s just revealed.

From the look on Harley’s face – eyes bright and teeth bared in glee - it’s clear there’s no taking it back. “You’re gonna ask her to marry you?”

“I’ve been tryin’ all damn week,” he grumbles. “But you guys are constantly interuptin’. Startin’ to think it was a bad idea.” Because clearly, with these two showing up, he still has baggage. Does he really want to subject you to this again? He might have left Waller and ARGUS in the dust, but he’s beginning to suspect that along with the lingering nightmares, he’ll never quite shake off the squad.

“Don’t be such a pessimist, Flag,” Harley chastises. “I think it’s a brilliant idea. Never had you down as such a romantic, tho’.”

Rick frowns. “Yeah well, I think the moment has passed.” Why on earth would you want to marry him after the performance back there?

“Never had you down as a quitter either, mate.” Boomer is clearly enjoying every moment of this. “But if you really are throwin’ in the towel, mind if I cut in?”

Rick no longer has the energy to respond. Revealing his true intention has taken the wind from his sails. He just wants to go home, hopefully with you in tow, and forget about this nightmare. Something tells him it’s not going to be easy, though. Because Harley’s cocking her head now, and Rick can practically see the cogs turning. A sure sign of trouble.

“Don’t go anywhere.” She grins at him, grabbing Boomer by the hand. “We’ll take care of this.”

Rick’s stomach churns. “No, wait. Harls. I don’t want you to do anythin’.”

But it’s too late. Short of chasing after them, his only choice is to continue hiding out here, or go back inside and face you. To try and salvage as much of this evening as he can. Tomorrow, you’ll be on the plane home. He wanted this trip to be perfect, but he realises this was just wishful thinking. Maybe there’s no such thing as perfect.

“Rick? Is everything ok?”

He spins around to find you standing at the top of the stairs, your brow pinched in confusion as you take in the quaint surroundings, and in stark contrast, his flustered expression.

“Where did those two go in such a hurry?”

He starts to close the distance, his chest already feeling lighter at the sight of you. “I am so fuckin’ sorry about them, I-”

“Stop.” You cut him off, your gentle fingers covering his lips. “You’re not responsible for them. Not anymore. And I managed to smooth things over with the owner. Just as long as they never come back here, we should be fine.”

As you stroke his cheek, your lips brushing over his own, Rick softens beneath your touch. The weight of the evening starts to fall away, and his hands find your waist, drawing you closer. It’s a struggle not to bury his head against your shoulder, to lose himself to the feeling of your soft, warm body. How many nights have you held him close like this? Chasing away the demons and the nightmares.

“It’s beautiful out here,” you remark, finally pulling away. But Rick has barely noticed. He only has eyes for you. “Do you think if I slipped them an extra-large tip, they’d let us have dessert out here?”

“I somehow doubt that, darlin’. Think we’re lucky they haven’t hauled our asses outta here yet.”

“True.” Taking Rick’s hand, you lead him towards the edge of the roof and gesture towards the horizon. “But it’s kind of perfect, don’t you think?”

Following your gaze as you look out across the town, Rick puts himself in your shoes; allowing himself a moment to appreciate the beauty of the blue and white buildings bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, of the dark blue ocean sparkling in the distance. It’s one of the many things he loves about you. Your ability to look beyond. To see the good in people. To see the good in him. You know all of his secrets, all the terrible things he’s done, and yet you’ve never once judged him.

A comfortable silence wraps itself around the two of you. It’s almost a shame to break the spell, but the words are threatening to burst right out of Rick’s chest, and he wants to make sure he gets them right.

Slowly, he turns to face you. “I’ve spent this entire trip tryin’ to find the perfect moment. Maybe if I’d got outta my own head for just a second I would’a realised. It don’t matter what we’re doin’, or who’s around. As long as you’re by my side, everythin’s already perfect. So, I ain’t gonna wait any longer.”

Before you can ask what the hell he’s talking about, Rick drops to one knee and slips his hand into his pocket - thank god the small velvet box is still in there. He opens it up, revealing the delicate diamond ring he picked out months ago, that he’s been carrying around this entire trip. “Will you marry me?”

Your eyes instantly water, but Rick’s heart leaps. He knows it’s the good kind of tears, because you’re biting your lip and nodding your head, a huge smile brightening your beautiful face. “Yes. Yes, of course. Yes!”

With shaking hands, Rick slips the ring onto your finger. It’s a perfect fit.

Still grinning, you pull him to his feet, but before your impatient lips can meet, a thunderous boom fills the air. The two of you freeze, your eyes wide and mouths only inches apart, and then the night sky erupts in a burst of colours.  

“Fireworks?” You look to Rick, your expression full of wonder.

He’s about to explain - this has nothing to do with him, but a high-pitched giggle can be heard from the street below. Rick shakes his head. Despite everything they’ve put him through over the last few days, he has to hand it to Harley and Boomer. Their timing is exceptional.

With your lips still only inches apart, you raise your brow to Rick. “I guess this means they’re off the hook?”

Words will be exchanged later, he has no doubt about that, but for now the only thing on Rick’s mind is you. Closing the distance, he presses his lips to yours just as the next round of fireworks lights up the sky. Maybe he was wrong earlier. Maybe the perfect moment does exist.

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