it has been known that caleb is a dog. all his actions are just him being a dog. the way he follows you around the house making it look like he got a tail wagging fast. he got that puppy eyes on whenever youâre cuddling with him. the necklace that you gave him before he was leaving for skyhaven? that was literally a dog tag, a sign of claim from you on him. heâs not complaining either. he loves getting claimed and showing off how he belongs to you. his puppy eyes got even worse when youâre not showering him with praises. he also cooks good food for you, so of course heâs expecting a little praise. oh but his eyes are shining bright when you did give him. âgood boyâ is a classic but he loves that.Â
we donât talk about his rut. itâs the worse thing to ever happen. or maybe the best.  he would have you on all fours, your face is shoved onto the bed with his hand while he bucked himself into you from behind. âf-fuck- pipsâŚ! you feel so goodâŚ! iâm sorry-!â while maintaining his harsh pace. letting him fuck you during his rut truly is a mistake. all that man want now is breed and breed. âiâm gonna burst in you, pips- fuck-!â his thrust is getting faster as he could feel he was about to cum. your mind was numb from how hard he was fucking you. you could only stay there with your cheeks smooshed onto the bedsheet and take him. âs-shit, p-pips, iâm cumming-!â was what you heard before you feel his warm seed spilling into your womb. âlove you pipsâŚâ he leaned down to kiss your sweaty forehead and nuzzled your neck. you thought he was done before you feel his cock hardening again inside you. âiâm sorry pips⌠seems like i canât let you rest for tonight.  â¤ď¸â
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While Max would try to get closer by talking, Kurt would end up showing his feelings unintentionally through the attitudes.
The result is that many people would probably notice Kurt's interest before he himself admits it.
Between the two, Kurt would be the most intense and silent love.
Max would be the lightest, most communicative and easy to understand love.
Main difference
Kurt.
â Loves protecting.
â Demonstrate with actions.
â It's reserved.
â Intense.
â Jealous.
â Loyal until the end.
Max.
â Love understanding.
â Demonstrate with words and attention.
â It's communicative.
â Light and fun.
â More confident to flirt.
â It makes you feel seen and heard.
In short: Kurt would be the type to give you the coat without saying anything when you feel cold. Max would be the type who notices that you are cold even before asking for the coat.
18+ mdni | caleb always knows how to make u feel better after a bad day
TW. making out
caleb knew it had been one of those days the second you walked through the door, tired eyes and heavy limbs apparent as you toed off your shoes. usually you jumped into his arms within the first few seconds of seeing him, pouting and saying how much you missed his âpretty faceâ. today though, he only got a tight-lipped smile as you trudged towards the couch, falling against it with a groan.
he followed you into the living room, squatting before you and cocking his head to the side. âhow was your day, angel?â
your throat bobbed a few times before you found your words, a shaky âgoodâ leaving your lips just as your eyes began to well with tears, caleb standing to his full height once he noticed you break. âmy sweet girlâŚâ he whispered, scooping you into his arms before sitting on the couch himself, cradling you. you shoved your face against his chest as you sobbed into his shirt, wet stains of your tears marking it when you raised your head.
âthat bad?â he questioned, humming once you nodded. he felt terrible saying it, but you looked so cute. all your expressions were so animated, your face resembling the deep frown emoji. of course he felt awful knowing you were crying, but he couldnât help himselfâeverything you did had him absolutely whipped for you.
âiâm sorry, princess. i shouldâve been there for you.â he muttered, watching as you shook your head at the comment, adjusting the way you sat to comfortably perch on one thigh. ân-nothing you could doâ you hiccupped, voice still catching on tears. caleb brought a hand to your face, thumb swiping away your tears before pressing a kiss to your forehead, each eyelid, then finally your lips.
âstillâ, he spoke, voice breathy while pecking your lips. âcan you forgive gege?â
you felt his hot breath against your skin, nodding with your forehead leaning on his. he mumbled a âthank youâ against your cheek, pressing feather light kisses along your jawline. âsometimes itâs helpful to distract yourselfâŚdo you wanna try?â
your cheeks flushed at his question, shyly saying yes as caleb pulled you closer to him. he smiled sweetly before continuing to trail his lips along your skin, the soft sensation making you shiver. he hovered above your pulse point, licking the skin before nipping at it, heart swelling at the yelp that left your throat. your hands fisted his t-shirt, whimpering while he rested his lips at your jugular, counting your heartbeat with every thump.
finally, he moved his head to let his nose bump against yours, chuckling when you tried to initiate a real kiss. after teasing you for a few more seconds, he pressed his mouth against yours, taking advantage of your surprise and letting his tongue explore you.
you two had been together for so long now that caleb already knew all your spots, all the places that you were especially sensitive. he memorized which kisses left you breathless and which ones had you chasing after him, but even after all this time, caleb never got sick of your reactions. the way youâd gasp when heâd suck on your tongue or how you unintentionally bucked against him when heâd groan into a kiss.
you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, the two of you moving in perfect rhythm with each kiss. before he let himself get any more carried away, caleb slowly withdrew himself from you, watching how your chest heaved while your dilated pupils stared at his lips.
âhow was thatâ he questioned, his voice now raspy. you bit your lip as he nervously shifted below your intense gaze, pretending to think deeply before moving forward and letting your lips lightly rest against his.
âthink i need more before i can make a real judgementâ
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i feel like caleb is notorious for taking your leftover stuff. heâll eat after you, heâll drink after you. if you leave a cup of juice out on the counter, heâll down it in one go before he puts it in the dishwasher. if you throw out your body wash a bit early and thereâs still some left in the bottle, heâs stealing it, finishing it off, scraping the sides clean. heâs just always there to tidy your mess, to shoulder your burdenâwhether itâs one you created in earnest or one he orchestrated himself. heâs spoiled you for years, making it rare for you to clean up after yourself all the wayâbut itâs only so he can make use of what you leave behind.
somehow this got me thinking about bottom feeder fish caleb x angelfish mc, especially in that he debases himself while exalting her. heâs doomed to the darkness, only privy to remnants of her light, etc etc. or a less pleasing metaphor: heâs a scavenger animal, mcâs the carcass. he's picking at all the parts of you he can because those fleeting moments of unbridled access are all he hasâhe doesn't know when, or if, the next one will come
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First time writing Yandere. Please cut me some slackđĽ
Behind the pretty face is a beast, hiding and waiting for the right moment to let it all unfold.
When you met him in school, drawing you toward him was easy. He had everything any student could desire. You needed help with an assignment, and the teacher directed you to James himself. That's when his eyes landed on you.
Oh, what a simpleton, he thought.
But with your genuine passion for learning and understanding the material, constantly asking questions whenever you didn't understand something, James started paying attention to you more than necessary.
You thought he was just a slightly arrogant guy who had been blessed with both looks and brains. So when he asked you out to eat something together, your heart swelled and your hands began to sweat.
It's great, right? Your handsome crush likes you back.
He slowly isolates you from all your friends. He got a mild headache when your friend asked you to go to karaoke? You skipped it.
Your mom asked why you were going out so late at night, to which you replied that your friend had fallen ill.
Slowly, slowly, he'll make you see that there is no one but him that you need.
He can help you with homework. Help you with anything you need, right?
That strawberry milkshake appears on your table anyway, even when you fight. That friend who used to badmouth you behind your back suddenly falls down the stairs. Your mom doesn't call you anymore.
And which place is left for you after school?
Your boyfriend, James.
As he welcomes you with open arms, forcefully shoving a candy into your mouth, he pleasantly tells you that the world will abandon you, that people come and go, but he is the only constant in your life.
You might cry.
Well, he doesn't understand why you're crying when he's right here.
So he'll lick your tears away.
No need to waste your tears on pathetic people, right? He has got you.
As he licks your eyes and cheeks, you realize that even with him beside you, why does it feel so lonely?
In adulthood, though, James is driven by control.
Add unhealthy obsession into his already twisted personality, and you get someone who doesn't simply want your love.
He wants to be your world. Not because he's insecure. Because once he decides you're his person, he begins seeing himself as the only one qualified to protect you.
Nobody knows you better than him.
Nobody can love you better than him.
And who is even better than him?
No one.
You can be a college student or a working professional. James is going to support you with his whole heart.
But don't you dare talk to that guy who purposefully brushed his fingers against yours.
You think he doesn't know? How naive of you.
He loves you. He loves you so much that it drives him crazy to think that a human being can consume so much of him when he needs to focus on other things.
That's where the control begins.
He might make J your bodyguard and ask him to accompany you everywhere.
All he wants is to make sure his sweetheart is safe and away from the world's harm. Is it really so bad that he knows your location 24/7? That J gives him updates about your movements, who you meet, and where you go?
He's a really possessive guy. All to make you feel loved, right? He'll shower you with the most beautiful and expensive gifts.
The latest Birkin bag that just came out is already sitting on the table.
Your eyes twinkle a little when you see something during a fashion show? Your wardrobe already has it within a few days.
But you want to go to a new cafĂŠ with your friends?
He'll smile and tap your cheek.
"I took the day off, and you're planning to go somewhere?"
Completely calm. Still smiling.
But underneath it is a patronizing and condescending undertone dripping from his voice.
Later on, he'll sigh a lot and gaslight you. Not in a mansplaining way.
Never.
You are his boo. The other half of his heart. You hold the highest place in his eyes.
And when you decide not to go and stay with him instead, he'll simply lay his head on your lap and feel like the happiest man in the world.
His possessiveness grows into ultimate obsession.
He knows everything about you. Everything.
If you move your finger even slightly, his eyes will notice it and store it away, carefully filing what it means.
But at times, this really helps.
He's very emotionally attuned to your needs.
His love is smothering and, yes, often too much to handle, but he genuinely takes your emotions into consideration.
He might seem cold at times, but if you feel even a hint of discomfort or sadness, whoever caused those emotions will disappear first.
Then he'll pull you into his arms. Wrap them tightly around you. Rocking you back and forth as he comforts you.
He loves the feeling of coming back home to you.His obedient puppy waiting for him. He might see others as dogs. But you are the cute little pup he loves and cherishes.
...
One time, you threatened to leave him.
Well.
He gaslighted you. Reminded you that you had no one now. Where would you even go? Who would take you in?
He'll make you dependent on him.
Then comfort you afterward.
First filling your mind with insecurities, then murmuring sweet nothings into your ear.
His voice is so gentle that it makes you forget what he said only moments ago.
He is a romantic, afterall.
He'll always bring something back for you whenever he has been away too long.
And when he's away for extended periods, he'll pay Changsu to make sure no one with an XY chromosome gets anywhere near you.
Changsu is a simple man. He wants the money.
You'll sometimes feel like a shadow is lurking nearby, but you'll never know who it is.
That guy who was staring at you for too long?Changsu has already taken care of it.
James gives him a large pile of cash and tells him to disappear.
Because why does he get to stay near you for days when James himself was away?
Gratitude isn't James's language. But he is grateful.
Grateful to come back and see you again.
He'll take you out on dates or simple evening strolls where he's surprisingly sweet. .His hand caressing your back soothingly. Soft kisses carried by the gentle breeze.
You know you love him.
And he loves you too.
So when he tells you about his absurd goals and strange dreams, why do you suddenly feel afraid of him?
A night filled with love and passion turns into your nervous system spiraling when you hear what he truly intends to do.
As he looks back at you, he wears that rare sweet smile.
The one that says he trusts you.
Whatever bizarre thing he plans to do...
You'll be there, right?
...Right?
As he murders the man who dared to attack you and use you as a weakness against him, you watch in horror.
James rarely used weapons.
He was always more of an elegant and effortless fighter.
So why is he swinging that sword as if he's butchering an animal?
Was he angry? Was he furious?
When he looks back at you, he immediately pulls you toward him.
Blood mixing between the two of you.
He looks you over. You're alright.
His breathing slowly calms.
Then he kisses you.
Again....
This time drawing blood from your lips. His teeth sinking into your soft skin.
The demon drinking from you as if your existence itself is the elixir that keeps him alive.
I like to think bots with different forms of alt mode have this kind of ânatural needâ they need to fulfill, kind of like animals and their instincts.
Like seekers often live in taller and higher buildings just so they can free drop and change alt mode to fly, and to teach sparkling seekers to get assimilated to the âfallingâ part of flying.
And the ones with racer ground forms have this thing at the back of their processors that they need toâŚjust race, to ârunâ if you would, bots like blurr, knockout, rodimus, and even bumblebee at times, those bots need to feel their pipes going hot after speeding for hours, if they donât they just feel restless
And heavier grounder bots honestly depends on what alt mode they currently have or they already have as it changes their âwants and needsâ take the constructicons for an example, they ENJOY building and breaking down things, moving them carrying them etc. or ones with trucks like Optimus or ultra Magnus who happens to carry otherâs alt modes in their storage cargos.
I like to be delusional and think that titan class transformers like community, they like to be around other bots, as they want to be involved into a lot of space wirh the others, not necessarily in a parasocial way, they just want to be more included in a way rather than just being âthe cityâ, they often feel lonely as they donât get to interact with others in their bipedal forms as theyâre too big.
Or another take is that they just prefer things that way and that they donât want to be bothered and to leave them alone.
Not to forget the minicons who just LOVE close proximity to others, it doesnât matter if theyâre cassetticons/drones etc, like to hang out with others, to be carried around (although not all likes that for example ravage), minicons like rumble and frenzy often donât mind being carried around.
All of that inevitably is what their human has to deal with if they were to be with them; so youâre often times dragged with them a lot of times.
how about Jason with the prompt "text me when you get home"? the one time they forget/fall asleep before sending the text and Jay loses hid mind. rushes over expecting them to be dead but they passed out on the couch as soon as they got home
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jason todd x gn!reader. worried protective snuggly jason. no warnings really, ya boy is just paranoid and madly in love with you đ
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As soon as you get out of your last class of the day, your phone rings.
You answer it, wedging the phone between your ear and shoulder as you fish in your bag for a couple of bills. You're already walking to the train station.
"Hi, snookie bear," you say into the phone, slightly delirious with hunger and sleep deprivation.
Jason snorts on the other end. "That's a new one. Hey, baby. Y'heading home?"
"Indeed I am."
"Need a ride?"
You wait and listen. Eventually, you hear the sounds of hitting and grunting in the background. You roll your eyesâonly Jason would be in the middle of a fight and then ask if you need a ride home.
"No, I'm okay. It's not dark yet. Plus you sound busy."
"I'm never too busy for you," he says immediately. "And it's gonna get dark in an hour. Are you sureâ"
"Yes, Jay," you say gently. "I'm sure. Don't worry about me. I'm going straight home."
You're already at the station. There's a good amount of people, students and workers alike. The university is in a relatively okay part of town, especially during the day. You're not worried. It's not like you traipse through Crime Alley on your downtime.
"Okay." Jason takes a deep breath. "Justâjust be careful. Text me when you get home."
You note the hint of worry in his tone. Maybe this week has been particularly saturated with crime. Jason tends to get a little overbearing about your safety when he's had a tough week. You know he had go down to BlĂźdhaven and help his brotherâwith what specifically, you don't know.
Most of the time, you're sure you don't want to know.
"I always do," you say. The train pulls up to the station. "Ooh, train's here! I'll talk to you later. I'm thinking of ordering takeout. Too tired to cook."
"Okay, sweetheart. Be safe. Love you. Lock your door."
You roll your eyes fondly. "Yes, Jay. Love you too. Bye."
You hang up as you step onto the train. You pull your headphones out of your bag and shut your brain off during the ride. By the time you get off the train, you've lost hope that you'll be doing any work tonight. You're absolutely wiped out after three back-to-back classes.
It's still light when you get home. You lock the door after you get in, the habit ingrained into you, and dump your bag onto the couch.
Takeout is a no-go. You're hungry now and about thirty seconds away from passing out on the couch.
You change into your home clothes, eat a granola bar, and call it a day. You'll eat more later.
You turn off your phone to bar any annoying notifications and fall into bed, eyes closing immediately.
****
The sound of your deadbolt being teared off its chain wakes you up. You flinch and jump awake, trying to blink through sleep. Your mouth is dry from how hard you slept, and your eyesight is slightly blurry from the sudden flood of moisture.
Your bedroom door swings open, and suddenly you're pulled into warm, heavily muscled arms. You hug back on instinct; you'd know the feel of your boyfriend anywhere.
"Jay, hâ"
"You didn't text," he says, voice shaking. "You said you would. I wasâI thought you wereâ"
You tense, guilt knocking into you.
"Shit. Jason, I'm so sorry. I meant to, I was just so tired..."
Jason pulls back to look at you, hands still on your shoulders. His expression is stern.
"I'm gonna pick you up from now on. When are your late days?"
"Jay, no, GCU is across town. You can't possibly pick me up three days a week. That's too much! What about patrol?"
"Somebody else is out at this time," he says stonily. "Crime Alley can wait an hour while I get you home."
His eyes blaze green, a side effect of the Pit. You can tell he's putting every effort into keeping a lid on the worry and fear and anger over your silence.
"Jason." You cup his face. "Honey, I'm safe. I'm sorry I didn't text you. I'm sorry I worried you. But your adrenaline is spiked right now, Jay. Everything feels magnified. I don't need to be picked up. I was perfectly safe coming home. Okay?"
He shakes his head, holding your wrists. "Anything could've happened. I was soâfuck, baby, I was so scared. I-I checked the station footage and the traffic cams, and I didn't see you after you cut through the park, and I thoughtâI was sure you'dâ"
Jason pulls your arms around his neck and buries his face into your shoulder. He supports you by the backs of your thighs, tugging you into his lap. Then he clings tight.
"Oh, Jay," you murmur, petting his curls. "I'm alright. This end of Gotham isn't so bad. And I know you'd have found me even if something had happened. But nothing did."
"Can't lose you," he chokes out.
"You won't lose me, honey," you say. "You keep me safe."
He trembles in your embrace. You kiss the shell of his ear and continue to pet his hair.
"Let me pick you up tomorrow, at least," he pleads. "We'll get dumplings at that place you like. You barely ate anything when you came home."
"Okay, Jay," you say, because you know he needs that reassurance. He won't relax without it. "That sounds good."
You keep stroking his hair. "Y'wanna order in now?"
"In a minute."
Jason lays you both down on the bed. He throws a leg over yours and pulls you into his chest. It's now that you see just how much tension is locked in his shoulders. He's exhausted.
"Jus' wanna hold you for a bit," he says, lips resting on your shoulder.
He's drowsy, the adrenaline finally ebbing. You close your eyes and snuggle into his arms.
"You can hold me for as long as you want," you say, threading your fingers with his. "I'm not going anywhere."
i think we should discuss more soft jason, more lovey-dovey jason, more obsessed with his girlfriend jason, cutesy only soft in front of his girlfriend, adorable, kicking my feet against my bed jason, ... basically i need more jason todd....
do you understand how im feeling?
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i'm picking up what you're putting down alright! jason todd x gn!reader. short fluffy established relationship blurb. reader paints their nails and uses a vanity.
****
"This one is for rejuvenation," you say, sliding the sheet mask out of its packaging. "It has aloe vera and sea minerals."
"What the hell are sea minerals?" Jason asks as you smooth the mask onto his face.
"Dunno, but they're good for you. Stop moving your mouth."
You're atop him, legs straddling his thighs. Jason drums a silent pattern on your hip. You smooth the nose flap and his nose twitches. The flap curls out of place. You sigh.
"Dude."
"Tickles," he says, the word muffled from trying not to move the mask.
"Okay, I'm done. You can talk now."
"I feel rejuvenated already," Jason says, pink lips even pinker in contrast to the ghostly mask.
"You look rejuvenated to me," you say happily.
He grins. Jason always seems to smile more around you.
"So what're we doin' tonight? Besides putting sea minerals on my face."
"Um?" You point to your face, with its own mask. "Not just you. Soon, we'll both be rejuvenated."
"Sorry, sweetheart," Jason says, looking at you like you're the best thing on earth. "After we both get sea-mineralized, are we ordering in?"
"Yeah. I have a coupon for Vinnie's. Can I paint your nails?"
"Sure, baby."
"Yippee!" You leap off the couch and sprint to your and Jason's shared room. You dig through the vanity Jason hand-built and painted for your birthday last year. It's Robin's egg blue, with white accents. He admitted shyly, later, that he'd built it in the hopes that it'd make you want to move in permanently with him.
So a bribe? you'd asked, grinning.
I like to think of it as motivation.
And, well, it worked. You've been living together for almost a year now.
You take out the dark red, almost black polish and return, jumping on the couch. Jason's on the phone, ordering pizza. He gives you his left hand and you tuck yourself against him, opening the polish and starting to paint his nails with the focus of a brain surgeon.
"Uh-huh, yeah, for delivery. Twenty minutes? Alright, thanks." He hangs up. "Ooh, my favorite."
"You better believe it, handsome. Only the best for my favorite boyfriend."
"Favorite?"
You shrug. "Yeah. Don't tell the others."
Jason gently takes the polish and sets it on the coffee table. You're confusedâyou've only painted two fingers.
"What're youâ"
He cuts you off by grabbing your waist with his unpainted hand, pulling you against him and kissing your neck. You squeal in laughter, grasping at his shoulders.
"Jason!"
"I'll show you favorite," he says, pressing ticklish kisses down your throat. He has his painted hand in the air, away from his antics, because he knows you'll pout if the polish gets messed up.
"Uncle, uncle! Please." You pant, delighted, as Jason lets up. You're lying on his lap, and he pulls you in for a real kiss. You pull away from his mouth enough to say, "You know you're the only one for me, Jay."
He hums and kisses you again, rubbing your shoulder. You slacken in his grip, running your fingers through his hair. You twirl one of the silver curls around your finger.
"Much better," Jason says when you break for air.
"I'd never upset my meal ticket," you say, gleeful when he rolls his eyes.
"You're on thin ice, baby."
You lean in for another kiss, ready to make it up to him.
No thoughts just people wincing in sympathy when they see pregnant!reader and konig together because he's...well....Giant.
Larger than life, the sheer size of him only more exaggerated by the fact you've always been on the short size. You hear almost everyday how difficult it will be, your supposedly giant baby. Honestly, you're worried too, though you suspect konig is the most stressed.
"I broke the record in my hospital, schatzi. Fifteen pounds. Schatzi, Do you hear me." Which. As one would predict, only served to make you more nervous.
Then the day comes and....they're...small.
Tiny, little babies. Twins, how the hell it was missed it beyond you. Your husband is well over six feet, weighs a solid three hundred and some pounds, and his two new babies can easily be held in one hand each.
As the shock of everything settles in, you both learn that your babies will absolutely scream and wail if konig attempts to hold them normally, only settling properly when curled up in his hands. He's practically crying all the time from how fragile they are compared to him.
Seeing the tiny pairs of socks he sews for them has you crying, too. He loves them so so much.
Your favorite memory is watching the little ones, now a bit older but still so small, snuggling together on konigs back while he naps, enough space they can't easily roll off.
You can't imagine it any other way. It just...feels right.
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It had meant to be one of Momo and Appa. Aang had described it as "hilariously adorable" in the message that accompanied said video and you had been excited.
You loved receiving hilariously adorable videos and had been in need of the pick-me-up after the mentally exhausting day you just had.
You had tapped play on the video, all curled up in your bed and warmly wrapped up in your comforter. You had already been smiling, waiting for the video to load and grace you with the serotonin of cute animals being silly.
Instead, you had received something else.
You're in a state of shock as the video showcases a broad and slightly damp chest, muscles defined with tension. Heavy pants can be heard from the audio, the broad chest lifting and falling in time with it. That, on its own, is an indecent sight but what takes it to depravity is the hand at the bottom of the screen jerking up and down.
And what it's jerking is one of the biggest cocks you've ever seen. Thick and veiny with a piercing running down the length of it, the root cushioned with a well-kept mess of dark brown curls. The tip is fat and flushed red, precum dripping from the slit with every pump and you subconsciously swallow, your heart pounding away.
You're still in shock because this doesn't seem like a video Aang would have on his phone. He doesn't seem like the type toâŚrecord himself getting off so he can send it to whoever he's seeing at the time. It's easy to enter a state of denial, for your brain to perform mental gymnastics due to the sudden change of perception of someone close to you.
Someone who is your best friend.
But every time your brain tries to deny this change, it also points out the blue tattoos on those strong forearms. It points out the tiny details that make it impossible to refute your rampant denials.
You've laid in the bed that's behind him, nestled into his blankets with a snuggling Appa.
You've rummaged through his closet that's in the far left because you forgot to bring a sweater and needed one of his.
You've sat in the gaming chair he's seated on right now, eagerly watching as he runs through the kingdom of Hyrule on his Switch.
You know that room too well for it not to be Aang's and now you're spiralling. Your heart's still pounding fiercely and there's a loud roaring in your ears as something hot and sticky falls into the pit of your stomach. You want to look away from this; from Aang at his most private but his little groans and whimpers has you coming back for more.
It's the rapid fall and rise of his chest, the subtle lift of his hips as his hand works his cock with sloppy pumps. It's the glistening of sweat over his tanned skin, the tremble that begins to set into his bones.
You're growing wetâyou can feel it.
Your panties are sticking to the swollen folds of your pussy, your clit's throbbing as your hole flutters, aching. It feels so empty, it hurts and it needsâyou needâ
A notification from Aang interrupts your descent and kicks back in some sanity. Quickly, you pause the video, shame curling in your stomach, as you go to check on what Aang has just sent you.
you assuming that zuko has had sex due to his past relationship with mai. but in actuality, zuko and mai only really kissed and kept things over the clothes.
so you're endearingly surprised when you and zuko take your relationship to the next level and he's a flustered mess. he's done his research, ensuring that he does things right and doesn't end up hurting you. but research is far from the real thing and having you naked before him, gorgeous and pilant, overwhelms him so much he starts to steam.
zuko ends up setting the silk bedsheets on fire and the both of you, in loosely tied robes, have to put it out and it's a whole frantic mess. at the end of it, zuko is so embarrassed and you failing to hide your laughter doesn't help matters. but once you've calmed, you gently cup his flushed face and rest your forehead against his.
"what a night, huh?" you say, grinning. "didn't think i'd be hot enough to have my boyfriend set his sheets on fire."
zuko groans, still mortified, but his lips tick upwards at the sound of your pretty laugh. because he knows you aren't laughing at him but at the hilarity of the situation. neither of you could have expected that this would be your evening's outcome.
"câcan weâ?" zuko tries, subconsciously leaning into your touch when your thumbs rub soothing circles against his temples. his body relaxes steadily into yours. "iâ?"
"you wanna try again?" you ask kindly, and zuko shakes his head slowly.
"i just want to hold you," he whispers, the words brushing over your inner wrist. "if that's okay."
your gaze soften and you lean in to place a tender kiss upon his lips.
"you can always hold me, zuko."
zuko smiles, turning it into the softness of your palm.
"You need to stop wearing those," You tell Aang, pointedly looking him right in the eyes and resisting the urge to look downwards.
Aang blinks. "Stop wearing what?"
"You know what!" You suddenly exclaim, gesturing wildly towards his lower half. "The sweatpants! The grey sweatpants!"
"My sweatpants?" Aang asks, puzzled, as he looks down and unfortunately, you follow his line of his sight. Which you didn't want happening because it's already been a challenge to not stare. "What's wrong with them?"
What isn't wrong with them?
They're temptation in cloth form, sitting low on his hips and teasing his defined v-line with the sharp jut of his hips. His shirts are baggy enough to remove the potential of seeing his abs, thank goodness, but when he stretches, it becomes a real problem. Because you can see how those sweatpants fit him more clearly, along with the dark trail of hair disappearing past the waistband of his sweats.
That alone has you heated under the collar, your mouth dried and throat parched. But it gets even worse because with all of that, you're able to see what is called...his dick print.
And it's huge and looks heavy and as much as you hate to admit it, Aang being...big is something you've thought about many times.
It's hard not to given how he adjusts himself from time to time, like it's given him stress and no, now's not the time.
"They're justâ" You struggle to find a reason that doesn't sound depraved. Nothing comes up. "I just think...black would suit you better."
Aang looks at you, tilts his head to the side and says, "You think so?" He looks down at his sweatpants again and you look away so you aren't tempted to join in. "But I like grey more and they look better, don't you think?"
He says it so innocently, it's tragic.
You desperately try again to find another reason but your brain is conveniently mush. So you shake your head and focus on your phone, a flustered warmth beneath your cheeks as you work on distracting yourself.
"I don't care." You grumble, pouting and leave it at that.
Left unaware of the subtle smirk Aang gives you before going back to his sketching, whistling a happy tune.
synopsis . Your boyfriend reaching the avatar state when heâs close. content . afab!reader, improper use of air bending, established relationship, dirty talk, missionary, pet names, he (nervously) talks you through it, praise, implied/slight breeding kink, etc.
author's note: iâd lick the sweat off his bald head if he let me.
You shouldâve known something was up when the bedroomâs lanterns began to flicker.
But with the way Aang's hips snapped down against yours in such a relentlessly missionary rhythmâplump cock smothered deep within the juicily squelching walls of your pussyâit was hard to focus on anything else outside of the way he stretched you open.
HIs breaths came in searing pants against your neck, one gripping hand braced beside your head whilst his free one occupied itself with one of your thighs, tugging your leg impossibly higher around his waist just so that he could fuck you at that pinpointingly perfect angle.
"Ohhh, that's ittt, sweet girl. T-Taking me so well," Aang murmured as his eyes locked onto yours with shimmers of honest adoration visible all over them. "Keep squeezing me like that, mmgh. F-Feels good. So good." He thrusted even harder then, his breath flying out of him along with it as the wet slap of skin on skin emulated throughout the room.
His muscles tensed and his balls felt sorely heavy with each time they came plapping down against your sweat-slicked skin. The lanterns began to flicker again, brighter this time around as they cast shadows around the bedroom.
Then he leaned all the way down to smush his soft lips into yours, capturing your breath with in a messy kiss. His tongue came out to slide against yours as his firm body rocked into yours, the bed struggling to remain in place with his every move.
When his mouth left yours, he was dazed. This should've been the second signal for you. Especially as he let out a loud groan and went whispering, "Gonna breed this pretty cunt-," Instantly catching himself after and letting those soft grey eyes of his go all the more doe-like on you, "Shit... can I say that? I-Is that okay? Do you like it when I talk to you like tht?"
His hips picked up in pace, jaw going stiff as the balmy head of his cock smudged all sloppily against your cervix. Aang glanced down to see how he was disappearing into you, gasping at the obscene sight below him and then returning his eyes to yours.
"Tell me, baby. Please, talk to me. Tell me how you want me-, how you need me. I just wanna-, ohfuckâ" Mid-sentence, his steady thrusts seem to derail and your cunt soaks around him to leave a sheeny layer of aroused slick all over his dick.
You're sucking him in deeper than he expected you to, and it catches him absolutely off guard. Which you notice rather quickly, batting your fucked-out eyes up at him, "Aang? Are you okay?"
"Yeah-, yes.. You just keepâ" He hunches over against youâbody going taut and lean muscles constricting against one another. "You keep squeezing me like that."
Begining to like seeing him struggle, "Squeezing like what?" you asked in sync with your walls clenching around the deft base of his cock.
Air puffs right out of him as if he'd been choked and his body shudders with something powerful coursing through him. You only catch it for a split second the first time it happensâa brief flash over both his markings and his eyes as his next array of groaning stammers out of him.
Following this is the flash of something wild in his eyes as they broaden, pupils dialating a fraction. Aang's head tips to the side and the plump crown of his cock slavers itself alllll around your insides, the puffy lips of your cunt left to quiver around him.
"You're so pretty-," Your loving boyfriend chuffs out, unknowingly thrusting into you harder via a burst of controlled air slapping against his backside. "H-Have I told you that? Hm?" He's asking as if he wasn't literally air bending himself into fucking you harder.
Your head just barely manages a nod, tears coating your lash line, "Nngh-, yes, Aang."
"Say it back to me then," Aang encourages. In between his breathy words, a brush of air is felt slithering against your cunt. It was almost as if his ability to seamlessly multitask was showcasing the best of his abilities via stimulating you everywhere. "Tell me how pretty my girl is, yeah?"
The sensation brings a stutter to your speech, "A-Aang, I canât," you cry out, nails lightly scraping at his back.
He smiles halfway before his thrusting grows erratic and his jaw slacks some, "Oh. You're gushing-, shit."
You feel the way his tip pulsates inside you, his hips struggling to pull himself back for a moment long enough to give his cock a second to breatheânot that he much cared to do so anyway.
"So wet. Wanna see you cum-, wanna feel it." Aang husks, "Can you do that? Cum for me?"
"Mhmm," You nod weakly at first but within the next few seconds, as something begins to rumble distantly, you start to second guess your agreement. Mouth falling agape, âWait, sâtoo much-,â you try to warn him.
Heâs lost thoughâlost in the feel of your greedy insides begging his dick to spill enough seed into you to repopulate a nation or two at least. Aangâs unconscious manipulation of air only gets worse too, he goes from using his bending to fuck himself deeper to using it to sprawl your puffy pussy lips ân legs apart even wider.
Youâre a stretched out mess in mere seconds, gasping his name and crying out in pleasure as your back begins arch. Then heâs chuckling all of a sudden and you swear for a moment heâs not even the same man you knew him to be.
Aangâs head cocks back some and his eyes roll back, âYou can take it,â he grunts like he knows his words to be true and no argument could convince him otherwise. âYou always do. Mmgh-,â He bites his lip for a second before looking down at you once more. âCanât you feel that? The air helpinâ me fill you up? Itâs-, hah.. Itâs a little something Iâve been practicing.â
You pout at first, âAang, I donât know if-, mmgnh! Y-Your markings!â
The room illuminates with colors of spiritual blue before he notices what youâre talking about.
âWhat about them?â Aang asks cluelessly, his voice having changed due to the height of pleasure and energy surging through him.
Sweat drips down his body but it doesnât even manage to touch you or the bed because heâs bending those droplets just as he was the airâcompletely losing himself in the feel of you and bending all sorts of shit because of it.
âTheyâre glowing,â You gasp.
Then his cock buries itself all the way in, every stiff inch clamped by your sappy insides, and his body comes to a sharp stop.
You knew there were⌠concerns when it came to having sex with your boyfriend who just so happens to be the avatar. But, no one told you heâd enter the avatar state just from cumming too hard!!
Itâs while creamy gushes of cum are flooding into your poor cunt that his body is shuddering and heâs literally entering a new state of pleasure. He could hardly manage a word out or even move, the state had taken him over entirely.
Youâd be lying if you said you werenât a little worried for him because of it, but honestly you were a tad bit distracted by how fucking hot it was.
You shouldnât let this go to your head, really.
But who else can say their pussy sent their boyfriend into the avatar state?
Thatâs something to brag about!
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"Where's Momo?" Aang asks, coming into the living room in a bit of a panic. It's been over an hour since he's last heard or seen the lemur and that's odd for Momo.
Usually, Momo is either hanging around Appa or trying to steal his hidden stash of lychee nuts. So the quietness has been unnerving and Aang would like it to stop.
You peer up from your book, comfortingly sprawled out on a cloud of pillows on the floor.
"Momo?" You ask before nodding down at the lump in your shirt. "He's been here with me the whole time."
Aang's panic visibly fades, a relieved sigh leaving him. "Thank the spirits," he says. "I was beginning to wonderâ" Aang pauses. "Wait, where is he exactly?"
You lift up your shirt to reveal a happily sleeping Momo who is nuzzled between your breasts.
Aang's right eye subconsciously twitches.
That's his spot.
The twitch doesn't evade you, your lips quirking up in a knowing smile as you say, "You can share, Aang."
"They were mine first, though," Aang grumbles, pouting before dramatically falling next to you, cushioned by the pillows. "And he's already had an hour so it's my turn now."
You laugh, amused. "If you say so," you reply before gesturing to Momo. "You gotta move him, though."
Aang snorts, already reaching for Momo.
"Easy as airbending."
That proves to be false when, not even a minute later, a shocked Aang ends up with a scratch on his hand and a still sleeping Momo remains on your chest.
You do feel bad for laughing, if that's any consolation.
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it's in his DNA to be a menace, so can Gojo really be mad that his toddler inherited that from him? II Gojo Satoru x fem!reader
Gojo Satoru is fatally, insanely, completely head over heels for you.Â
To this day, he maintains that. Heâll tell everybody he knows of the joys of knowing you â and no, heâs not being sarcastic when he says that.Â
Though, if there was one thing he could almost cry about, it would be this.Â
See, if thereâs one thing Gojo Satoru loves to do, itâs to tease his two girls. And thatâs exactly what heâs doing to the tinier one, the mini you x him, this morning.Â
âHere comes the choo choo train.â Satoru guides the sweet potato closer, and her cute little babbles fill the air. It seems like his little munchkin inherited his sweet tooth. And just as the delightful dollop reaches his sweet girl, he pulls the spoon back with a grin.Â
âDada!â She crosses her chubby arms (and briefly, he thinks she looks like the Michelin man, and his grin grows bigger), eye twitching and face in a pout that screams âiâll remember this betrayalâ.Â
âSatoru,â you chide, and he turns to face you. Youâre leaning on the kitchen counter, arms crossed just like your daughter. Sunlight streams in through the adjacent open window, lighting the edges of your hair with that ethereal glow that makes his head explode and his heart ache. âThat choo choo train is going to derail.âÂ
âIâm an excellent driver, thank you,â he replies, readjusting his grip on the spoon like itâll prove his point, and if you ask him, it does. âIâm sorry, sweetheart, hereâŚâ Satoru glides the spoon through the air again, and just like that, your daughter is giggling and clapping her hands again. So sweet, so trusting, that Satoru almost regrets his next move.Â
At the last second, he yanks the spoon away again, and this time, heâs dodging tiny fists like his life depends on it. He canât help it, he only laughs louder â loud, belly-aching, cheek-pulling, laughter that infects you too, as you giggle behind your hand. When he takes a peek at your darling daughter once again, itâs like rage is bubbling through her â well, all the rage someone of her size can muster.Â
âSatoru.âÂ
But his name didnât come from you. Itâs grumbled out by the tiny cherub in front of him, and the colour drains from his face as Satoruâs heart falls to the floor.Â
His laughter cuts off â replaced by frantic attempts to placate his rascal, arms held up like in surrender â but yours only grows. And it seems like your approval, and his dismay, fuels the little gremlin, because she opens her mouth again â no doubt to spout that horrific name again.Â
âNo, no,â he coos, desperate now. âSweetheart, Iâm dada. Dad. Papa. Father.â He wrinkles his nose at the last one. âActually angel, donât say father. Itâs too serious.âÂ
Your baby girl turns her nose up at him, clearly not amused, and Satoru busies himself with scooping a heapful on the spoon â his apology. âHere, for real this time, eat up..â She turns her cheek again â because fool me once, shame on you, but fool me twice⌠â and the mashed sweet potato smears all over her cheek like an accidental streak of paint.Â
And for the second time this morning, Satoru has to stifle his laughter, slapping a hand over his mouth as laughter threatens to escape. But your daughter, oh your sweet daughter, sheâs glaring at him with an anger strong enough to buckle his knees.Â
âGojo.â Itâs like the last name comes out in slow motion â choppy, lower, said with defiance and with the intention to reprimand her dad so badly he will never try her again.Â
And worse yet, sheâs not just angry, sheâs disappointed. Those big blue eyes (and for the thousandth time this week, Satoru understands how others feel when he looks at them), shining with gleeful revenge.Â
âOh, Gojo.â She shakes her head side to side with a pout that could bring nations crumbling down with the sheer of disapproval.Â
Gojo?Â
âYouâre Gojo too!â And now heâs the one pouting, caught up in a fight with a toddler that both she and he know that sheâll win. Satoru whips his head in your direction â youâre in hysterics now â accusation in his stare, and a silent plea for help. And you know him, you know him, so he knows that youâre ignoring his cries for assistance in favour of holding yourself up by the bench.Â
Betrayed by his two favourite people in one day.Â
Satoru lets out a dramatic sigh, slumping in his chair at being struck by this final blow. Your daughter huffs, victorious, her tiny fists pumping into the air in her high chair, like a tiny general whoâs just conquered an empire. And Satoru doesnât even have time to claim the triumph that she picked up that emote from him.Â
And suddenly, you swoop in like an angel from the sidelines, finally having caught your breath on the sidelines. Stepping forward, you take the spoon from his limp hand and gently scoop up the sweet potato.Â
âHere, sweetheart,â you coo, smelling something sweet that he canât name (maybe itâs just you), that he wants to eat up all the same. Your dear daughter accepts the spoonful without hesitation, though, she makes a point to side eye her defeated dad when she does. And then, her little pout melts into a satisfied smile, as she munches happily.Â
Satoru watches her eat, deflated but completely smitten, and when he turns to you again, he finds you already looking at him â soft hair framing your face like the beautiful art he knows you are â with that knowing, star-filled gaze that always undoes him.Â
âYouâll pay for this,â he warns weakly, pointing at you with an exaggerated menace.Â
You just laugh again, and lean down to press a small, soft kiss to his forehead â and just like that, heâs forgiven you. âGood luck, Gojo.â
âYouâre Gojo too,â he groans, though, his arms wrap about your waist, pulling you closer despite his wounded pride.Â
And in that warm kitchen, sunlight pooling around all three of you, he realises he wouldnât trade this â the chaos, the tiny betrayals, the teasing that only comes from unconditional love â for anything in the world.Â
Not now. Not ever.Â
Š 2026 lolalied. all characters belong to gege akutami. do not plagiarise, feed my work into any AI systems, translate, or repost my work to any platforms
repost! thank you for reading! likes, comments, and reblogs appreciated <3 mwah ily
summary: in which the Justice League notice that Batman is infatuated with Bruce Wayneâs wife, and need to help him get over her (impossible)
pairing: husband!bruce wayne/batman x wife!reader
warnings: none? maybe mentions of slight violence. fluff.
a/n: inspired by this fic by @ilianasbruce
dividers by: @saradika-graphics and @cafekitsune
MASTERLIST part two!
it started when batman and superman were at the watchtower together.
they were doing their own work silently, at opposite ends of the table.
superman was pretending that he wasnât secretly writing an article for the daily planet that was due within the week (that he had completely forgotten about), and batman was pretending that he wasnât secretly texting his wife under the table.
bruce: how is the opera, my love? iâm sorry i couldnât be there, the league has demands.
a lie. he just had a headache earlier and felt like jumping out of a window at the thought of having to put on a smile for the folk and sit through an opera. he did feel guilty about you being on your own, though.
you: itâs alright. i actually know some people here, and they arenât all bad, bruce.
bruce: you say that now, but wait until they each give you a rundown on each car in their garage.
you: like how you give me a rundown on each gadget you come up with in the batcave?
bruce: thatâs different.
you: of course it is. i actually like listening to you.
the familiar âping!â of one of batmanâs gadgets interrupted the silence.
superman looked up, eager to be doing something other than whatever paper in front of him that he wasnât even focusing on.
âwhat is that?â his words came out immediately, and before batman could answer, he was speaking again. ârobbery? alien invasion?â
âPoison Ivy in Gotham.â Batman is already standing, beginning his exit of the watchtower. Superman follows him.
âCan I come? Please?â
Batman turns, looking at him. âWhat?â
âItâs boring in here!â Superman gestures around. âAnd if Iâm on my own itâll be even more boring. Câmon, Batman, I can help you.â
Batman considers it for a moment before sighing. âFine. But weâre going in the Batmobile.â
âBut I can-â
âYou are not flying me there, Superman.â
A few minutes later, theyâre in the opera hall. Ivy seems to have taken over the stage, giving a speech on ways for the average person to decrease their carbon footprint.
Batman can see a few different people caught between her weeds. Long, thick plants have people in their grip. He scans the room quickly for you, breathing a silent sigh of relief when he sees that you are not captured, but instead just huddled in the corner with a group of others.
Superman doesnât notice the way that Batman isnât looking at Ivy, and begins his attack. Batman quickly follows. After a swift battle (turns out having Superman as an ally cuts down on battle time), Ivy is restrained and authorities arrive. The two start on recovering civilians before they both encounter you.
Youâre comforting one of the women that was tangled in the weeds. Youâre sitting beside her, nodding as she talked. You recognise the familiar pair of boots coming from the side of you. Your head lifts up slightly as you catch sight of the two men.
âAre you alright, Mrs. Wayne?â Superman speaks first, the familiar concern he has for everyone clear in his voice and expression. He recognises you from articles, and heâs heard enough from Cat Grant at the Daily Planet to know youâre married to Bruce Wayne.
âYes, Iâm fine,â you answer with a small smile. Your eyes move to Batman. âThank you.â
Superman gives Batman a side glance as he hears Batmans heart skip a beat when you smile at him. He tries to not to make his suspicion obvious. However, he turns a little when he hears that Batmans heartbeat is now quicker than it had been five minutes ago.
However, nothing on Batmans mostly covered face gave away any feelings. He just nodded and said a quick: âStay safe, maâam.â
And Superman didnât bring it up again. Perhaps it was just a coincidence. A heart skip doesnât always mean feelings of infatuation, right?
The second time is with Flash and Green Lantern.
Batman is a stark contrast to the pair. Barry and Hal are close friends, and joke around when put together. Bruce will sigh, and tell them to be quiet, and then Barry tries to be serious, but Hal will mutter a sarcastic comment that makes him start laughing again and the cycle repeats.
So Batman is already tense from working with the two.
Theyâre investigating a case together, and encounter you somehow. (sorry thatâs so vague i literally cannot think of a specific scenario here to save my life)
Flash asks you a few questions if youâve seen or heard anything suspicious, and you shake your head and answer. Barry notices Batmans shoulders softening a little beside him.
It isnât hugely noticeable, but Barry senses it. Batmans shoulders loose some of their tension as he talks to you, this civilian. And when Hal opens his mouth to make an implying comment, he tenses right back up again.
Barryâs eyes narrow. It isnât often that the Bat actually feels emotions, so when he does, his friends take an interest.
On the way back, Barry nudges Hal.
âHey, you notice the way Bats was acting around that woman earlier?â He whispers so the third man in front of them doesnât hear.
âYou mean that really hot one? Who wouldnât act like that around her? Did you see her, Bar?â
Barry gives him a look, âyeah, but this is Batman. Brooding, stays-in-the-shadows, feels-nothing-but-rage-24/7, Batman.â
Hal ponders before shrugging. âI donât know, maybe Spookyâs changed. Never underestimate the power of a beautiful woman, Barry.â
Barry thinks. âShe looked kinda familiar, didnât she? I canât think of where Iâve seen her before.â
And when they see that the familiar face they were talking to was Bruce Wayneâs wife, they give each other an alarmed look before looking at Batman from across the room.
The third time was with Oliver goddamn Queen.
A charity gala. Bruce couldnât go because he had intel that Scarecrow was planning on infiltrating the building while everyone was distracted, something about wanting to âtest out a new gasâ, and he had to be on watch as Batman for the evening.
You, however, decided to go. You had a nice dress and were getting close to some of the women there your age. It was nice to not be a total stranger in the room anymore.
So, as you filtered around the room, you met Oliver Queen. He sometimes teases Bruce on purpose by asking for a dance with you at other galas, but without Bruce he was simply a friend to enjoy a chat with.
When Scarecrow did burst in, you actually had been dancing with Oliver. A friendly turn around the room like the others were doing. By the time Batman had taken him down, and everyone emerged from the corners or hidden rooms, Oliver checked to see if you were okay. Lord knows Bruce would probably blame him if anything happened to you.
You were fine, thank God. Oliverâs sentence was interrupted by the Bat himself.
âWas anybody harmed?â the gruff voice asked, his gaze trying not to linger on you for too long.
âI donât think so,â you replied. Oliver looked at Batman with a certain questioning that nobody seemed to notice.
âGood.â Batman was silent for a moment before speaking again. âPerhaps you all should start making your ways home. Scarecrow might return, or someone worse.â
You donât miss a beat. âItâs a good thing we have someone like you to protect us, Batman.â
âOnly a fool wouldnât protect you, maâam.â
Oliver blinked. Is Batman . . . flirting? With a married woman? Also, was that sentence a sneaky diss on him?
and Oliver couldâve sworn on his entire fortune that Batmanâs lips were almost in a grin during his next sentence.
âYour husband is probably waiting on you, Mrs. Wayne.â
Oliver raised his eyebrows at your response. You laughed a little under your breath before speaking, âprobably. I wouldnât want to keep him up.â
Oliver looks between you and Batman. Perhaps heâs imagining things. You turn to him as if youâve just remembered that heâs still there.
âOliver, you have a safe way home, right?â
âYeah, Iâll call my driver.â
He doesnât bring it up the next time he sees Batman as Green Arrow. Batman doesnât speak of it either. But his eyes narrow a little at the Bats whenever Bruce Wayne or his wife is mentioned.
Eventually, it comes up in conversation when Batman isnât there.
Theyâre in the common room, and Diana is flipping through the newspaper. Sheâs on a page that features a picture of you at the latest event with a description of your outfit beside it. Beside her, Hal recognises you.
âHey, Flash,â he begins, stabbing the page with his finger. âIsnât that who we were talking to a couple days earlier?â
Barry is behind the couch in a second, nodding. âYeah, we asked her a couple questions with Batman.â He looks up a takes a quick glance to see if anyoneâs expression changes. âHe seemed . . . different around her.â
Clark closes the book in his hand with a loud snap, looking at the three on the couch.
âYouâve noticed too?â
Hal laughs, âthat Bats has the hots for a married woman? Yeah.â
Diana frowns a little. âThat is unlike Batman. Heâs known for his self-restraint. It doesnât seem likely he would harbour a liking for someone elseâs wife, especially Bruce Wayneâs. Doesnât Wayne sponsor him or something?â
Oliver joins in. âWonder Woman, you havenât seen him with her. I mean, it was only a few seconds but he was a totally different person.â
âHow so?â Diana asked curiously.
âHe . . . relaxed a little.â
She raised her eyebrows. Barry cut in.
âWonder, you need to see it to understand it. Itâs like no one else even enters his mind when heâs looking at her. I think everything else sorta faded away, you know?â
âLike in those rom-coms Iâve been shown?â She suggests.
âYeah!â
Clark thinks for a moment, wondering what to do to help his obviously hopeless friend. How do you break the news to an emotionally constipated Bat that he has to squash his feelings before anything terrible happens?
So, they organise an intervention. A very unorganised organised intervention.
Your name gets mentioned during a briefing. About how you could be potential target for a kidnapping due to your status.
Halâs mouth works quicker than his mind.
âWhat about Bruce Wayne?â
âWhat about Bruce Wayne?â Batman asks in his low voice, his back still turned to the team.
âJust saying, heâs probably a potential target too, right?â Green Lantern points out. âHeâs her husband, after all.â
Batman turns. They all seem to be looking for his reaction.
âRight, I was just getting to that.â He says stiffly. âSo I think until Joker is tracked down again, a pair of eyes should be on them. Since Gotham is my city, I can-â
âOhhhh, hold on,â Flash says, leaning forward. âCentral City has been very quiet lately, so Iâm free too.â
Wonder Woman joins in. âIâm interested too. I think the more people, the quicker we could get this done.â
Batman blinks. âWhy the sudden interest in Gotham from you two?â
They both shrug, mumbling incoherent words that overlap each other. Something about ânew environmentsâ and âchange of paceâ.
Green Arrow smirks. âI wouldnât mind accompanying. (Name) and her husband should get all the protection they can get.â
Batman isnât showing it, but heâs confused. Less members have volunteered themselves for prison breaks. Why are three other members wanting to go to Gotham for an unconfirmed threat? And why do they keep looking at him like that?
âYes,â Superman clears his throat. âMrs (Name) is a kind woman who shouldnât be in danger. And Bruce Wayne is similar in nature. He is valuable to Gotham City.â
Batman prepared his disliking-Bruce-Wayne act with practised ease. âBruce Wayne is a spoiled idiot.â
âOf course you think that.â Green Lantern mutters with a smug smirk. Flash nudges him.
âWhat do you mean?â Batman asks, and Hal practically explodes.
âWe know youâre attracted to (Name) Wayne!â He says, making Barry cover his eyes with his hands. Not how the conversation was supposed to go.
âExcuse me?â Batman is -frankly- appalled. Hal grimaces, instantly reminded of who exactly heâs talking to.
âYouâre, uh . . .â he splutters before quickly mumbling, âyouâre in love with (name).â He gains some of his confidence, and straightens up again, âand you were about to let Bruce Wayne get kidnapped, so you could swoop in and seduce her!â He tops it all off with hand gestures of the supposed âswoopingâ.
Batmans gaze sweeps the table. Nobody meets his eye except Diana, who just seems to be staring at him for his response. A few of them have to stop themselves from laughing at the idea of Batman âseducingâ someone.
âAnd what exactly gave you that idea?â
Barry is filled with a newfound confidence. âOh, câmon Bats, a blind man would see how you act around her!â He smirked a little. âYou went a little . . . soft.â
Green Arrow snorts. âSometimes I think youâre only protecting Gotham because sheâs in it.â
Batman thinks. Has he been that transparent? Heâs always careful about his expressions and body reactions. Maybe he is getting soft. He obviously didnât take enough care.
A fleeting image passes his mind, where he declares his love for you to the team. How could he not show you off? He would love to tell them that you were with him.
But, of course, he doesnât do that. He just blinks.
âI am not in love with (name), thatâs ridiculous.â He scoffs. âNumber one, I donât fall in love with anyone. Number two, sheâs married, so I think that means sheâs out of the dating pool.â
Not one face looking back at him looks convinced.
However, a cold stare and a swift change of topic ensured that nobody tries to start the conversation again.
They do, however, take a bigger interest in Gotham nowadays. Whenever a mission includes you somehow, thereâs always one of them volunteering to go. They all think that distance will make sure Batman goes back to his cold and steely ways of not having a crush on anyoneâs wife.
Bruce crawls under the covers with a small groan, shuffling next to you. His arms go around your warm body as he rests his face near yours. Heâs desperate to soak up your warmth after being out in the cold all night.
âLong night?â you ask, your voice still quiet from sleep.
âLong day,â he responds, tucking himself into you. You keep your arms around him. âThe League accused Batman of being attracted to Bruce Wayneâs wife today.â
It takes you a moment to realise what heâs talking about. You breathe out a laugh. âIs Batman not in love with me?â
Bruce grins against your skin. âHe might be.â He murmurs. âJust a little, though.â
You raise your eyebrows, turning to look at Bruce. âDoes Batman know Iâm married? And that Iâm very loyal to my husband?â
âOh, yes,â he responded, and sits up a little. he pressed his forehead to yours. âand Batman knows that thereâs nobody else on this earth that loves you more than I do.â
You smile, your fingers in his hair now. he leans closer to press his lips to yours, an action that you return. Bruce keeps himself against you for a long time. He likes falling asleep with you in his arms. He likes feeling like the protector.
Itâs why he needs to sleep on the side of the bed closest to the door. Itâs why he needs to know where you are each night. Itâs why he needs to know youâre safe. And if your safety comes along with each League member giving him looks because they think heâs harbouring a crush for another manâs wife, then so be it.
Heâd do anything for you, anyway. ďżź
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