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summary: Bruce has a tendency to stay up too late working, making his pregnant wife come all the way downstairs to convince him to join her in bed
warnings: sexual innuendos obvi, mentions of scars from whipping, pregnancy symptoms, self-deprecatory thoughts and beliefs, not proofread 😁
Bruce knew he should be in bed.
As soon as he was finished writing up the report from patrol, he should have removed his cowl and costume, turned off his monitors, climbed up the bat-cave steps, and curled up beside you in your Egyptian silk sheets. He could only imagine the heat of your skin against his; the way your body throws itself over his subconsciously.
Yes. He should really be in bed.
But he couldn't drag himself away from work. Not when he had a lead on Dagget's newest offense. If he was lucky, he could trace the fingerprints he'd found left behind on a window-pane, and be one step closer to revealing the truth behind this investigation. Just one more hour...
The elevator shaft behind him began reeling; signaling the arrival of a guest.
You.
Bruce's eyes shifted to the time and he mentally kicked himself. It was past midnight. He mentally kicked himself for the being the cause of another sleepless night for you.
The elevator doors slid open nearly silently and he listened to the soft padding of feet on the cave's floor. Your feet were most likely swelling, again.
"Head back to bed, sweet girl, and I'll join you soon." He murmured, eyes fixed on the analyzing data in front of him.
A hand slid up his bicep to his broad shoulder, thumb massaging the tense muscle there. Bruce groaned.
"Can't sleep without you, Brucey."
It didn't take any effort to peel his gaze from the computer to you.
Bruce hadn't believed in angels until he met you. From the first moment he saw you in that coffee shop, he hadn't been able to think of anything else. And now, with his ring on your finger and the swell of your silk encased stomach from his child, Bruce knew heaven existed. And it was wherever his wife was.
Bruce reached out for you. "Keep me company a while?"
Without further encouragement, you straddled his lap--with some awkwardness thanks to your growing midsection--and laced your fingers behind his neck. You smelled like lavender and vanilla and felt like home.
You pressed your lips to his in reunion. "Missed you."
His fingers dug into the softness of your hips, tongue tracing the seam of your lips. "What did my sweet girl do today?"
"I went to Jason's place with Tim to drop off the rest of his books and then to lunch. Afterwards I took a nap and Alfred was kind enough to wake me up with cookies--and, no, the baby didn't save you any."
"The baby?" he withdrew slightly to take in the tired, mischievous gleam in your eyes. "It would seem the baby has been slighting their father for quite some time now. First with stealing all the blankets and pillows and now with cookies?"
"They're sneaky, like you."
"Apparently, everything's my fault."
"Well," your finger spun the hair at the nape of his neck idly, "when you cheat on your wife with work in the middle of the night, you're automatically blamed."
Bruce trailed kisses along your neck, an apology for keeping you waiting. "You know how I am-"
"Work obsessed and tireless." You shouldered a lock of hair back to give Bruce more skin to work with as you scolded him. He hummed against your pulse, the noise repentant. "I only wish I had as much energy as you. These days, it feels like I wake up and am instantly exhausted."
Before finding out you were pregnant, you had been a dynamo; flitting from one project to another. It wasn't until your second trimester that you began switching luncheons for naps and family nights for early retirement. Bruce and the boys had been extra careful to attend and provide for your wants and needs, from stocking up the ingredients for your cravings to keeping an anti-acid in all of their wallets for your chronic heartburn.
Bruce knew you missed your previous lifestyle, something he had come to guilt himself for cutting short, but you knew him better than anyone else and that meant you were able to smother his fears and regret with reassurances. There was nothing more important you could be doing than growing a piece of him and you, you took as your newest mantra whenever you found him stuck in his own head.
You had been his savior in many ways but he always found himself in awe at the thought that you wanted to build a future, a life, with him. You loved his Robins as your own, treated Alfred as an old friend, and--most importantly--showed up for Bruce in his darkest moments.
"Don't tell me you're still thinking about work."
Your soothing voice brought him back from his thoughts.
He looked up at you, mad at himself for bringing that melancholy frown to your lips. Before you, he might have brushed off your worry and ordered you back to bed to leave him be but you had taught him better.
His palms spanned across your abdomen, scarred fingers kneading the firm skin there. The nightgown you wore tonight fit you like a glove, showcasing every proud curve and giving Bruce the pleasure of seeing what was his.
"I was thinking," he pulled you to him until your fronts were flush as much as they could be, "that you're too good for me."
As he expected, your eyes rolled heavenward in exasperation. "Should I tattoo it over your heart, Bruce Thomas Wayne? I. Love. You."
"And I love you-"
Your finger pinned his lips closed as you glared at him. "I love you and I don't want you saying things like that anymore. If I hear another self-deprecating word from this mouth, I will revoke privileges."
His brow rose in curiosity.
"I will reinstate the pregnancy pillow." You decided.
That had Bruce's eyes widening. He spoke around your finger, "Don't be so hasty, baby!"
"Then stop it." You snapped.
Any other person would have seen the wrath of the Dark Knight if they'd dared speak to him like that. Found themselves dangling from the cave ceiling or knocked on their ass. But he just looked at you with desire. The same thing that had Damian grumbling under his breath at dinner or Dick teasing about a houseful of little Wayne's.
He couldn't stop himself as he kissed you, easily man-handling your body to meld to his preferences.
As he suspected, your limbs went lax as you returned his affection, a moan building in your throat when his hand cupped your throat, moving your head this way and that in guidance.
You might be able to yell at and scold him but Bruce always took back control.
Your fingertips glided over his naked back, feeling the raised scars there from his time as an apprentice of Ra's Al Ghul. Every scar he had, you had kissed dozens of times. He never felt ashamed to bare himself in front of you the way he did when he laid with his past dates. You made him feel whole despite all of his loss and grief.
"You're not bringing that damned pillow back." He growled against your mouth, hips shifting beneath you to support his decision.
You gasped, sensitive from pregnancy.
"Tell me you won't bring it back." He ordered, hips raising again.
"I-I won't!"
He smiled darkly, fingers playing with the hem of your nightgown to push it further up your smooth thighs. You had made him shave your legs this morning as you couldn't reach them without a struggle.
"You wouldn't even be able to find it. I burned it to embers the first night you insulted me with it."
You chuckled breathily. "Good thing I have my billionaire husband's credit card at my disposal. I can buy the entire company and then some."
Bruce nipped at your collarbone. "I hope you weren't planning on getting any rest tonight. Our bed won't be used for sleeping after your impertinence."
"I didn't tell you why I wanted you to come to bed."
author's note: i can feel the words flowing from me 🌊 call me aquaman
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hiii, i just read the fic with multiverse traveling reader and kyle that i requested and i LOVED IT, i love your portrayal of kyle, it's really cuteee, i love youu
YAY!!! I’m glad you enjoyed it!!!
I love writing for Kyle, he’s such a sweetheart <3
Hii! i just read the taxidermized bugs hcs and loved it! can't stop reading them, thank you!! i keep imagining Kyle's face with the squirrel's skeleton. I have another request if it doesn't bother you, maybe Kyle Rayner (yes, again, i love him) with a reader that can go to another universes? like Deadpool in Deadpool and wolverine but she has some kind of power or ability that lets her use mirrors like portals to go to another places inside that same universe and another universes (also reminds me of that movie of alice in wonderland that she goes through a mirror to go to wonderland, it'd be something like that) and she just suddenly pops out of the mirrors like nothing. Sorry this ended up being too long, thank you and have a great day!
Hi!! I’m glad you liked it!!
I am so sorry this took so long, but I finally wrote it!!
You can find the fic here
I hope this is kinda sorta what you were looking for!!!
Kyle Rayner x Reader (who can travel between multiverses via mirrors/reflections)
Based on this request
NOT PROOFREAD
For the longest time, Kyle hated having mirrors in his house.
Kids at school were mean, telling ghost stories of monsters that would come out of them. Bloody Mary was the worst of the lot.
He grew out of the habit as he got older, less afraid of walking past his reflection, even if sometimes he still thinks he sees something behind him.
Being a green lantern, fear isn’t really something he dwells on. He’s stronger now, more capable. Any monster that could come out of the mirror would be one that he can handle.
But he didn’t anticipate you coming through the reflection. You with all your wide-eyed wonder, the very same expression you have in every universe you stumble into, quickly wormed your way into his heart.
After the initial fright of a pretty girl falling through his bathroom mirror when toothpaste is smeared across his face, he offered to show you around.
After that, your visits became more frequent. And on purpose.
Sometimes he’ll find you in his apartment, sprawled out across his couch wearing one of his old hoodies, even though he hasn’t been on earth in weeks. Other times, months will pass with no word from you.
But you always come back. At least, you have so far.
For the first time in a long time, he feels genuine fear when he passes a mirror. Not because something might come through it, but because you might not.
He’s gone as far as putting up more mirrors around the apartment, even one on his nightstand, just in case you wanted better access to his universe. To his life.
It’s working so far, if your current visit is anything to go by. You’ve been here for three weeks, camping out on his couch despite his insistences that you can have his bed.
Earlier, you’d gone to a farmers market, dragging him to the selection of antique mirrors. As you traveled between them, making him guess which one you’d come out of next, he briefly worried about taking you to a mirror maze.
Once you’d popped out of every mirror, successfully scarring the woman running the stand, he managed to pull you away to look at the fruit stands.
Which leads you to now, where you’re once again sitting on his couch, mocking his taste in vinyl records while he cuts a pomegranate for you.
It’s stupid, a video he’d seen online about how being willing to do a menial task like peeling an orange—or in this case, a pomegranate—is basically a profession of love.
If only it was that easy to show you how he feels.
“You know, in Greek Mythology, Persephone ate a pomegranate and was doomed to spend the rest of her life in the underworld.” He picks the fruit apart, handing you a small bowl of the seeds.
Your lips quirk up at his words, eyebrow raising alongside your amusement. “Is this your way of keeping me here?”
His cheeks flush, words spluttering before he takes a deep breath. “I wouldn’t force you to stay.”
You stare at him for a moment, watching the red remain on his cheeks, darkening under your gaze. “Then you know the rest of the story, right? Hades agrees to only have her around half of the year.”
He nods, focusing on the rest of the fruit in his hands to distract from his growing anxiety. Your smile softens.
“And every time she leaves, she comes back.” You finish.
He meets your gaze, eyebrows furrowing slightly. “Does that mean you’ll come back?”
“I’d stay.” A pause, “If you asked me to.”
You mean it. Your entire life has been one big adventure, traipsing across the multiverse. But here, you finally feel like you have something to stay for.
“I wouldn’t ask you to do that.” He repeats his earlier sentiment breathlessly, like it takes everything in him to get them out.
You tilt your head, “What if I said that I want you to?”
He gulps nervously, keeping his distance from the other side of the couch as he forces out the words. “Stay. Please.”
“Give me a reason to.” A grin tugs at your lips as you bite back a laugh at his crestfallen expression.
“What?! You just told me to ask!”
“That doesn’t mean you can’t work for it.”
He shakes his head, still saying an entire cushion away from you. You move towards him, pressing your leg against his.
He lets out a shaky breath, “You’re going to kill me.”
He should’ve known that something coming out of his mirror would kill him one of these days. He just never expected it to be so alluring.
“I’d never.” You pout mockingly, finally closing the gap between the two of you as you move to straddle his lap. “I’m waiting, you know.”
“I love you.” He spits out, swallowing thickly as he eyes land on your lips. Have they always looked so enticing?
You seem surprised by his words, like you hadn’t expected him to actually say them, as you pull back slightly. His hands settle on your waist, not allowing you to move far.
“Stay. For me.” He repeats, ducking his forehead against yours. Your breath hitches at the contact, mouth drying.
“Okay.”
“You’ll stay?”
Your laugh rings out softly, “For you, Kyle Rayner? I think I’d do anything.”
“Oh yeah?” He taunts, jutting his face forward so his lips are barely brushing yours. “Kiss me.”
You’ve never been one to deny Kyle Rayner anything, and you’re definitely not planning to start now.
A/N: obviously she doesn’t stay ALL THE TIME, just most of the time. Her and Kyle have epic space adventures. He carries a compact mirror in his pocket at all times so she can visit him whenever he’s on a mission. She typically plans her trips to other universes when Kyle is in space, so they don’t miss any time together :)
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I’m making a list of characters to choose from for my Halloween event and these are the ones I have so far:
DC:
Wally West, Roy Harper, Jason Todd, Kyle Rayner, Dick Grayson, Ted Kord, Booster Gold (yes, I know his name. no, I will not call him Michael unless absolutely necessary) Dick Grayson, Hal Jordan, Tim Drake
MARVEL:
Scott Summers, Kurt Wagner, Remy LeBeau, Logan Howlett, Peter Parker, Benjamin Poindexter, Johnny Storm
Is there anyone else I should include??
I could narrow it down to my favorites but I think it’s better to have more to choose from since not everyone wants to read about Harry Osborn every day of the month
i love whenever people write logan as the feral animal he very much is. like yes he would nest, he would sniff and inhale your scent, he would follow you around like a puppy, he would grumble and drag you to the bedroom once you’d return home from out just so he could rub himself all over you, getting rid of every other scent but his own, he would let out a low growl whenever someone got too close to his liking to you, he would purr whenever you play with his hair and scratch his scalp, he would constantly hover behind you like some big, scary guard dog. <3
My head has been feeling a bit worse recently and once I feel up to writing, I’ll want to write the next few chapters before posting any so that I can make sure I like the plot before sticking to it.
Hopefully I’ll feel better after this weekend and be able to write again!!!!!
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DONT READ THIS UNTIL YOUR BIRTHDAY!! I realized I should’ve probably sent this now because idk what your time zone is, so tomorrow could be the 14th for you LOL
HAPPY BIRTHDAY🎉!! Im so glad I saw your fics and stayed for more!! You’re definitely one of my top writers, and broke the mold for me with batsis!reader I think my favorite fic of yours would be the fictober where Wally and reader broke up to listen to an album(I love it so much, and I REALLY hope you do another fictober)
Thanks for dealing with my stupid long comments and story debunking LOL. Take care!
Enjoy your special day Amoeba <3
IM ANSWERING THIS SO LATE BUT THANK YOU!!!
You’re so sweet 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I always look forward to reading your comments (and every time I think about skipping an action scene, I remember your comment saying how excited you are for a fight scene to happen…and then I have to write it) (so just know they’re only being written because of your comment, otherwise they’d all be vaguely alluded to LOL)
I AM SO GLAD YOU LIKE THE WALLY FIC!!! It’s one of my favorites that I’ve written, and definitely my favorite from the October fics.
I think I will do another writing thing for October, I just need to make a list of things for everyone to request. I’ll probably make a list of cliches/tropes and a list of characters, and then people can request anything from the list!!!
Now I just need to actually make it…and pick a cute theme😫
(I love the Invincible pic—I’ve been thinking about writing for Invincible but idk idk idk)
