anfie

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normally, if someone ever came back from an event or gala as prestigious as the ones you and bruce often go to, they would be knocked the fuck out and drained from all the social interactions and boredom

dont’t get me wrong, both you and bruce do get tired from them. but tonight said otherwise. 

because here you were, lying on your stomach and arching your back, your dress rolled up to your waist so bruce could feel the warmth and flesh of your ass pressing on his hips. the rhythmic, deep pace of his cock stuffing your pussy did nothing but make you whine and claw your manicured nails on the leather seats of the limo, feeling the cold metal of his belt meet with your ass and your necklace bounce on your chest

“take it baby, take all of me”

“gonna leave this limo all filled up with my cum, yeah? you want that? you’re gonna have to speak louder, dear” “keep that ass up for me, sweetheart”

was bruce fucking you in the back of the limo with the partition rolled up? yes. were you two loud? also yes. and did the driver hear anything? with the headphones that were blasting music in his ears, he didn’t even know that the richest and most powerful couple in all of gotham were getting the seats dirty

“gorgeous” he groaned, giving you another deep thrust and feeling his grip on your waist tighten. “absolutely gorgeous”  bruce’s tie was thrown somewhere in the limo, the first few buttons of his collar were undone and the sleeves were pulled up to his elbows, his armani belt unbuckled and hanging from the belt loops of his pants

“couldn’t focus at that damn gala with you lookin’ like that” you felt bruce’s large hands slither under your dress to squeeze your boobs and pinch your nipples, making your body immediately jerk and his name leaving your stuffed mouth with a moan

“all i could think about was bending you over. your dress —hah— ripped in shreds, your body under my touch and squeezin’ my cock dry with that pretty cunt, just like now” 

your sounds were muffled from the panties stuffed in your lipstick-smudged mouth thanks to bruce, spreading your legs more and arching your back to take more of his length— as if its entirety wasn’t already buried in you bruce leaned forward to bury his lipstick-covered face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your perfume that had been clouding his senses all night as his chest was pressed to your back, groaning on your skin. “my gorgeous wife—” thrust. “my wife—” thrust. “mine” thrust.

his tip pressed on a spot that felt so good it made your pussy flutter— almost clenching more than it already was— over his cock, a choked groan of your name leaving his lips and his pace now speeding up and getting irratic to chase the high that was approaching both you and him

the gala may have ended, but the fun was about to start

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masterlist!

(a/n: if asia asks, asia gets <3 little long for a drabble but we ball. im so shocked as to how i never wrote this for bruce.... good thing thats changed)

main taglist: @sweetpeasosweet @lcvgty-4929 @fratbrochrisgf @wrldbloom @arabellas-barbarella-swimsuit12 @vianawaits @edawgz @hottubnda @onlyfeng @lucky-clover13 @tragicfiend @nyx-of-night @missmontiopath @bloomfaery @booksrcool @jaydennicole @gglouise23 @sicklyhana @klauvy @pocket-fish0 @romancedawn333 @sashadonat @uxavity @batslilwhore @oh-sheetcake @boo-123456 @ydivine @the-star-rover @slutfordpr @advline @arfemiz @freakkay09 @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @hernersworld @starrydustedwinter @inejskywalker @seeker2028 @ksiazkowaxx-blog @kh4dij7 @vanillakirstein @lillie1320 @scissorhvnds @branchesofmagic @devilslittlehelper @starr-jazz @nightwingblvd @yukimaniac @freddiweasly @devorator666 @dadump @ftkats @st4rl1ghtgrays0n @st4rstuddedreblogs @em12021 @heleneae @darkxwolfsstuff @imintoomanyfandoms14 @littlelightbearer @th3d1nOr3ad3r @psychopompsblog @wwolfsca @kaiiii1009 @century-eggg @tvhore (tags are open)

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there wasn’t a single man on earth who wasn’t jealous of bruce wayne 

i mean, look at him— he literally has it all. besides his face and physique, bruce belonged to one of the founding families of gotham and is single-handedly the richest and most powerful man in the entire city. not to mention, you were his striking and beautiful wife, always by his side as a wife any man would dream for

a group of men approached you and bruce’s table, watching you laugh at something he whispered in your ear with a faint smirk. “wayne” one of the men spoke, making both bruce and you pause your conversation and look at them 

“we need to talk about business” the other said, his eyes darting at you before quickly looking away and clearing his throat, almost distracted by your beauty. i mean, you were wearing bvlgari

bruce raised a small eyebrow, his smirk fading. “gentleman i’d love to. but as you can see, me and my wife—"

“it’s fine” you turned to give him a small, reassuring smile. “i can go”

“are you sure, sweetheart?”

“mhm. plus, i spotted dinah with ollie”

bruce gave you a soft, worried look. a look that silently told you that you didn’t need to do this and that he’d rather spend the night with you. but your smile just softened, and you silently nodded as an ‘i’m-sure’, not looking offended at all. of course, you didn’t like it when your husband was busy. but at the end of the day, business is business 

you got up from your seat, feeling bruce’s hand on your waist reluctantly slither away from the soft silk of your dress. but before you could fully walk away from the table, your hand slowly trailed on the top rail of the chair before gently lifting bruce’s head for you to kiss him from behind— a kiss that was soft and deep, a kiss that would immediately turn passionate if it were not for the group of men that were watching

you pulled away— despite bruce wanting more— before giving a polite smile to the group of men and walking away towards dinah and ollie's direction, wiping your smudged lipstick with your finger

meanwhile bruce turned to face the men, his lips now having very visible traces of your lipstick— all with no intention from him to wipe it off. instead, he gestured to the free seats in front of him. “gentlemen” he spoke, not caring about the color on his lips while ignoring the slightly dropped jaws from the men and envious eyes. “lets talk business”

what a lucky man bruce wayne was, indeed

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masterlist!

(a/n: its been SO long since i wrote wife!reader for bruce stop thats my #dada anyway i wrote this on the train in like 10 mins help)

main taglist: @sweetpeasosweet @lcvgty-4929 @fratbrochrisgf @wrldbloom @arabellas-barbarella-swimsuit12 @vianawaits @edawgz @hottubnda @onlyfeng @lucky-clover13 @tragicfiend @nyx-of-night @missmontiopath @bloomfaery @booksrcool @jaydennicole @gglouise23 @sicklyhana @klauvy @pocket-fish0 @romancedawn333 @sashadonat @uxavity @batslilwhore @oh-sheetcake @boo-123456 @ydivine @the-star-rover @slutfordpr @advline @arfemiz @freakkay09 @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @hernersworld @starrydustedwinter @inejskywalker @seeker2028 @ksiazkowaxx-blog @kh4dij7 @vanillakirstein @lillie1320 @scissorhvnds @branchesofmagic @devilslittlehelper @starr-jazz @nightwingblvd @yukimaniac @freddiweasly @devorator666 @dadump @ftkats @st4rl1ghtgrays0n @st4rstuddedreblogs @em12021 @heleneae @darkxwolfsstuff @imintoomanyfandoms14 @littlelightbearer @th3d1nOr3ad3r @psychopompsblog @wwolfsca @kaiiii1009 @century-eggg @tvhore (tags are open)

WHY HAVE I SEEN NO ONE TALK ABOUT HOW THE GRACE SCULPTURE LOOKS LIKE THE LITTLE DUDE FROM THIS MEME

the worst they could say was not no.

Husband!Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Your husband is hot as hell, but you gotta draw the line somewhere. (About 1k wds)

A/N: HEY GUYS. It’s my first smut. It’s definitely super serious, totally sensual, I mean it’s really hot stuff 🥵 It’s totally not unhinged or funny at all. For real. Trust me.

18+ Minors MDNI. Smut, PIV, Ride ‘Em Cowgirls

“Ohh, shit, baby.”

Your husband, Eddie Munson, is currently falling apart beneath you as you bounce expeditiously on his cock. His hands are gripping you as your bottom smacks upon his pelvis in a crude, indelicate manner. His cock is continuously nudging the very peak of your inner heat in a way that is surely going to leave it bruised and sore. Your back is arched, pushing your waist into his hands as he grips onto the plush expanse of your abdomen, desperately searching for something to keep him grounded while you continue the assault on his cock.

Kate Bush as a Bat for “Breathing” her 1980 single.

She’s mine

Crack fic!!!! He’s so pathetic it’s amazing. This was so fun to write!!! Thank you for the request🩵 feel free to send more 🐉

“What are you pouting about?” Maekar asks his second son when he enters his private solar and finds his son sulking on the sofa. Looking like someone died.

mentions: fluff fluff FLUFF, use of (name), bruce + reader = siblings, established marriage with barry, twins are named from the actual twins barry shares with iris cause i was too lazy to think of a new name, damian being the most adorable cousin ever, you guys go to the zoo together, barry literally catching strays LMAOAOO (this was so adorable to write ughhhh i got a bit too carried away with the dialogue. also when i open my requests i better see more barry requests cause i love this man)

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moving to central city was probably the best decision of your life. sure, you were far from gotham and the manor, but you started a new life for yourself. you met barry, you fell in love, you got married, and shared toddler twins whose energy and speed were on par with their father. it was a type of peace you thought you’d never experience— not since your parents died and not since you found out your brother was the big bad bat “mommy, look!” dawn pointed at a monkey, sitting on top of barry’s shoulders. “that’s a monkey!” and the mention of only you made barry fake pout. “hey! what about daddy?” he said in mock offense “you’re the monkey, daddy!” don joked as he was holding your hand, making both him and dawn let out giggles. you had to hold yourself from laughing while damian held back a smirk. for context, you and barry decided to take the twins to the central city zoo since you promised them a week ago. and damian just so happened to be in central city with something relating to the titans. when you found out about his visit, you immediately called him “damian! heard you’re in central city for a bit” “correct, aunt (name). the titans are meeting at our central city location for a mission briefing”

“ohh i see, are you free later? the twins miss their favorite cousin”

“well, father might need me for patrol in gotham tonight and grayson—“

“—we’re going to the zoo” “…. very well. i’ll call you when the briefing is finished” you knew damian couldn’t say no when it came with animals. and to be honest, you missed him. hell, you missed everyone back home in gotham— bruce, alfred, dick, everyone. but you knew that central city was the safest option for the twins. and plus, you were married to the flash and damian? he would rather die than admit it, but he missed you too to the fact that he harbored a grudge against barry for months after you moved out. don’t worry, though, that grudge is long gone— you hope. “now, remember what i said in the car” you reminded everyone. “no—" “no speed” both the twins, even barry, said in unison. but the twins said it in a defeated sigh as don looked up at you. “how are we gonna see all the animals as quick as possible?” he asked with a whine you crouched slightly and smoothed don’s hair back — blonde, just like barry’s— as he looked at you like you just ruined his entire life. “we’re not” you spoke gently. “we’re gonna enjoy them” don’s eyes — the same as yours— went down to the ground. “that sounds slow” he murmured. “it is slow” barry added, equally offended and before he could add anything,  you shot him a look behind don’s shoulder — the same look that bruce would give him whenever he threw a corny joke in the heat of the moment. the eery resemblance made your husband gulp. “right, no speed. got it”

impressed by the leash you had on barry, damian whispered to you with eyes fixed on barry and a nod of approval. “impressive” and just like you expected, the zoo trip quickly turned into chaos. dawn insisted on seeing everything, while don wanted to race between exhibits (which you shut down immediately) and barry kept “accidentally using just a little speed to keep them from wandering too far. but damian just stayed close— sometimes quietly reading the descriptions of the animals while other times, he’d hold dawn’s hand as she points and calls out every single animal what warmed your heart the most was the way damian would crouch beside the twins and explain every animal they saw with such quietness and softness it made you unknowingly smile to yourself. this right here was something you thought you’d never have— not in gotham, not growing up the way you and bruce did “that is a panthera pardus” damian pointed at the lounging leopard from behind the glass. and the sudden textbook definition made dawn blink. “a pan…pan—“ “leopard” don said confidently, making damian resist the urge to sigh but nevertheless, let it slide. “…yes.” when all of you went to the reptile house, things took a turn. don pressed his face right up to the glass with a big, excited grin. “snake!” he yelled, and both the word and the sight of the snake made dawn immediately climb onto damian like a koala. “nope! nope nope nope!” “…it is contained” damian said as his way of reassurance, though he adjusted his hold on her with one arm steady around her back. “it’s looking at me” she whispered dramatically “it is not” “it is” “it lacks the cognitive capacity for such intent” “… it’s still looking” damian paused as he looked at dawn — who buried her face into his shoulder— and at the snake, who was innocently slithering around its area unbothered. then, damian very deliberately shifted so his body blocked her view of the snake. “..it no longer is.” your chest tightened from the view, seeing how damian was reassuring and calming down dawn but in his own way. you always saw how damian would soften whenever he would be with the twins, talking to them and interacting with them in a way he only did to them. it made you remember the first time bruce brought him back into the manor— how he put up those invisible walls and guarded-like composure due to his time at the league— and realize how far he came at the next enclosure, there was a group of monkeys that swung wildly from branch to branch. and dawn perked up instantly. “daddy!” she pointed at one of the monkeys barry blinked. “…im sensing disrespect” he said, though there was no heat in his words. and dawn was continuing over her comparison between her father and the monkeys. “they’re fast like you” she said confidently “they’re also loud like you” you added and before barry could turn his head and defend himself, don pointed eagerly at the glass. “that one’s you, daddy!” and of course, it was a monkey that looked more abnormal than the others that made barry squint his eyes at the glass. “why is it always the weird one?” he complained and that made dawn giggle “because it’s you!” “i’ve never felt so attacked in my life” later, the twins decided they were hungry so you all went to the snack stand. you don’t know how, but don convinced barry to buy a toy animal to add with his juice box and snack bag you looked at don with a slightly worried expression. “don? are you sure you can carry all of these at once?” you asked, making barry nod. “yeah bud, i can carry-" “i can do it!” don insisted, trying to carry everything at once and ignoring the fact that everything in his hands was wobbling in his grip. but sadly, his independence lasted exactly three seconds before all of the stuff in his hands hit the ground a pause. then, his lip slowly wobbled, eyes starting to prickle with tears. “.. i dropped it” he murmured quietly. but before you or barry could step in, damian was already moving.

he crouched down and started to pick everything up quickly and efficiently. “you attempted to carry too many items at once” damian stated matter-of-factly as he handed them back to don one by one. “it was a tacitcal error.” don just sniffed. “oh..” he murmured in realization. “however—“ damian continued as he adjusted the grip in don’s hands. “—this can be corrected.” and one by one, damian redistributed the items but more balanced this time. “there.” and no tears left don's eyes-- crisis averted. barry leaned over to you and whispered as you two were watching the entire interaction “did robin just… gentle parent?” “don’t ruin it” soon, the sun started to set and the zoo was getting ready to close. and as all of you were approaching the exit, the weight of the long day started to weigh down on dawn and don. “dami… carry me..” dawn murmured as she sleepily reached for him again. damian hesitated but only for a second before carefully lifting her into his arms. just like his sister, don wanted to be carried as well, immediately grabbing onto his sleeve. “me too” “…this is inefficient” barry grinned before speaking. “you got it man, i believe in you.” that made damian shoot him a look before turning around and adjusting himself— one child on his hip and the other holding his hand you didn’t want damian to carry them if he didn’t want to. you begin to reach for your twin daughter in your nephew’s arms. “i can carry dawn—“ “no need” damian insisted, moving dawn further from your arms to prove his point. you just smiled and nodded as all of you continued to walk towards the exit don was half asleep as his hand was holding damian’s. and whenever he was half asleep, he’d mumble the first things that would come in mind “dami?” “yes?” “are you stronger than daddy?” from behind, barry cut in. “be careful-" “yes” damian said without hesitation and barry let out an actual offended gasp. “wow.” and that made dawn smile sleepily, murmuring in damian’s arms. “you’re stronger than daddy” “i am aware” “im standing right here!” once you all finally reached the exit, damian adjusted his arms so dawn can get more comfortable. then, he turned his head to face you. “..if you require assistance-” damian added, quieter now. “i can remain in central city longer” even though that slightly caught you off guard, it made you smile and reach over to gently brush a hand over his hair— something he doesn’t allow anyone except for you. “thank you” you thanked softly. “but you’ve got your own life too” damian said nothing but just nodded at your words, though his grip ond dawn and his hand on don’s gripped just slightly, betraying the truth. you crouched slightly to place a gentle hand on his cheek. “you’ve really grown, damian. im proud of you” “..i know” he replied with his voice low and almost sounding gruff —exactly like bruce’s— but there was a faint hint of softness in his eyes. don yawned, snuggling closer and leaning his head onto damian’s leg. “cousin dami… you’re the best” he murmured and dawn tiredly nodded her head in agreement before resting it back on damian  barry leaned over to you, a hand over your waist as he had a soft smile on his lips with his eyes still fixated on the twins not letting damian go. “he’s really good with them.” he commented, making you chuckle softly and resting your head briefly against barry’s shoulder. “yeah, hes…. different with them. softer than anyone would expect” damian heard you and shot a sharp glance toward you, though it lacked its usual edge. “i am not soft” he murmured “uh huh, not soft at all” “be quiet, allen” at this point, you're still convinced damian still has that grudge but as the sun set in central city, damian experienced the same feeling you felt when you moved out of gotham— peace

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masterlist!

(a/n: realized that barry was catching so much strays IM SO SORRY LMAOAOA)

main taglist: @sweetpeasosweet @lcvgty-4929 @fratbrochrisgf @wrldbloom @arabellas-barbarella-swimsuit12 @champagnesbiggestproblem @edawgz @hottubnda @onlyfeng @lucky-clover13 @tragicfiend @nyx-of-night @missmontiopath @bloomfaery @booksrcool @jaydennicole @gglouise23 @sicklyhana @klauvy @pocket-fish0 @romancedawn333 @sashadonat @uxavity @batslilwhore @ohsheetcake @boo-123456 @ydivine @the-star-rover @slutfordpr @vradalinerv @arfemiz @freakkay09 @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @hernersworld @starrydustedwinter @inejskywalker @seeker2028 @ksiazkowaxx-blog (tags are open)

barry allen taglist: none at the moment ! (tags are open)

Jason todd x female reader

cw: reader wears makeup, fluffy with a capital f, very short

Jason Todd loves to watch you when you do your makeup. He’s in absolute awe with your precision and skill.

He also loves asking you questions every time.

“how’d you do that?” He asks when you apply your eyeliner. “It matches your other eye perfectly.”

you roll your eyes playfully. “Shut up, it does not. They look like inbred cousins and they’re supposed to look like twins.”

he gave you a kiss on the cheek. “You need to stop criticizing yourself.”

he’s also terrified of your eyelash curler. Jason Todd has faced countless criminals and villains, and even death, but watching you use an eyelash curler makes him shiver.

“How does that not rip out your eyelashes?!”

“Lots of practice. Also you don’t pull on it. You keep it in the same spot at all times.”

He watches you in awe every morning as you get ready for work. Of course he thinks you’re gorgeous without makeup, but he knows you enjoy doing it.

“You know you don’t need makeup, right? You’re gorgeous with and without it,” he tells you almost every morning.

“I know,” you reply, your confidence has always amazed him, “but it’s fun. It’s like I’m painting a portrait of myself.”

He gives you kisses after you finish every step. And once you’ve finished your whole routine and you’re about to walk through the door, he stops you for a minute just to murmur “my pretty girl” and give you a kiss.

okay, it’s more like ten kisses but who’s keeping track?

pairing: Dick Grayson x fem!Reader

summary: In Dick's defense, proposing is terrifying.

tags: Established Relationship, Idiots in Love, Panic, Second-Hand Embarrassment, Comedy, Vomiting, Dick Grayson Is Not Having A Good Time

a/n: I saw this in a TikTok post about funny engagement stories and immediately thought of Dick

pairing jason todd x bsf!fem!reader

summary after telling him you made a playlist that reminded you of him, you accidentally send him the wrong one

content 1k words, fluff, suggestive, lotta lana del rey, reader has no idea how tech works (me)

based on this request

“How do I send this shit?” you mumble, tapping aimlessly on your phone. “It’s not working,” you complain, your voice filtering through his comms.

Jason had found a way to connect your phone to his helmet, which meant you were now free to bother him whenever you wanted. It was a power you wielded with absolutely no regard for his sanity. The constant random messages popping up on the screen inside his helmet would've driven anyone else crazy.

Just yesterday, part of his vision was filled with:

You know if anyone would have a Jane the Virgin situation, it'd be you