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This is sich a cute fic omg. I was grinning start to finish. Are you writing any new batman fics atm?
THANK YOU SMMM i also love those two fics 🫶
i haven’t written for bruce in ages i won’t lie BUT i do have an old idea of a cowboy!bruce x reader set in the wild west that i still add little sentences too every once in a while
and i have an old draft of bruce x reader x clark
also like only an hour after this request was a different request of another part to those two fics so i might be possible working on that when i have the time
i’m also working on a jason todd x reader, and a light yagami x reader from a request as well! so if you have any bruce requests please let me know!
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murder? including government officials? attempted world domination? that must be somebody else you’re thinking of this innocent little lamb would never hurt a fly
Smut -> You visit Bruce at his office to discuss marital business... "marital business"
CW: P in V, AFAB reader, slightly mean Bruce, mild dumbification, office sex, not proofread, sigh this feels so OOC, MDNI!!
ugh this is so bad don't nuke me please guys
Even when he was close to you, he didn’t stop until you were pressed flush against each other, until your breasts pressed into his chest and his clothes groin ground against your gut. “Now, what brings you here, Mrs Wayne?” He asks, a hand sliding to rest on your lower back.
“I have important…marital business to discuss with you.” – Is always your excuse to enter Bruce's office, and time and time again, it always resorts to this.
You’re bent over his rich, mahogany desk and your panties bunched at your ankles along with your trousers. In addition to that, Bruce’s straight legged pants that hug his hips so beautifully, accenting his muscular legs and bulging quads were also discarded down against the matted carpets. The boxers, however, were caught against the spread of his own thighs, even moistening with each wet plap of his cock ramming into you.
“Needy pussy, feel how much she loves this?” he growls against your ear, and you can hardly speak your own words, your lips hanging open in a silent moan. He laughs mockingly at your overwhelmed display of pleasure, pressing your head down into the desk and normally the sex isn’t this cruel, but you aren’t complaining right now. Bruce knows that you love this, judging by the way your gummy walls squeeze around his cervix-turning cock; a line of drool trickles from your mushed-together lips as he fucked any thoughts out of you.
“‘Marital business’,” he scoffs, recalling your firm reasoning that you gave to his secretary to enter his office like you similarly explained to him, and with how serious you looked, no one would’ve guessed this was happening, ”this pussy just wants to get filled up, huh?”
“Mmm…fill it up good, baby.” The imperative makes his cock twitch so abruptly it’s like a firm punch to your g-spot, paired with his eager thrusts. You lift your head up to look back at him, when your eyes meet, another spasm flows through the thick slab, stirring your pussy.
Instinctively, your hand shot down, running tight circles over your clit, and your eyes stayed on Bruce with the thick sound of squelching filling the room; and shit—you touching yourself while getting pounded like a fucking jackhammer could’ve made him cum right there from the sight alone.
Your brows furrowed up from the dramatically increased stimulation, straining to hold back a moan amid Bruce’s cock bullying your cervix. And for a minute he didn’t even move, leaning over you on the table and he made sure that you could feel every brutal inch—and you definitely could—he could tell by the fact that your eyes rolled back and the corner of your mouth dribbled down the corner of your mouth, onto some paper work that he couldn’t care less about.
He loved how uninhibited you were when it was just you two. He loved how you easily revealed your pleasure to him, and you hated how you sucked at hiding how much you wanted him to just fill you to the brim with his cum.
Finally being so close to your own face, he locks you both into a kiss, similarly to the kiss of his pink head into your insides. Perfect. Mind-boggling. Enough to make you moan.
His thrusts were harsh and hell—even his words were condescending at the moment. But his tongue dragging against yours was loving and draped in adoration for you, even through the filth of your sex, the firmness of his hand when he swats the hand you have on your clit, all so that he could rub his own circles on the engorged nub.
Obviously, you weren’t one to complain about being able to take a much needed break from playing with your folds. In fact you encouraged Bruce. Pulling away your locked together lips with a string of both of your saliva, you whine, “Just like that Bruce! Jus’ do that..fuck—B!” The epithet tumbled out so easily, and a lot of people called him that, in real life and during patrol, however from your cock-drunk lips? It was the final push he needed.
The firm rubs were practiced and focused on the goal of your release, my god you could feel the tightening knot and pulsating of your pretty pussy around his thick dick. He’d be lying if he said he didn't relish in your gummy walls clenching with the pending orgasm.
A choked sob of pleasure escaped as your legs kicked into the air, you swear you could just cum from Bruce’s fingers rubbing on your clit, while being an unmoving force, balls-deep inside of you.
Thankfully you were correct.
You and Bruce cum almost simultaneously, his face buries into your clothed shoulder, a deep, aching groan vibrating through you as a flood of thick, gooey cream stuffing you.
Meanwhile, an orgasm crashes against you, contrasting to the calm release that Bruce experienced.
Tremors ran through you, pumping Bruce’s cock and sucking his release into you with enough enthusiasm that his eyes widened. You really are pent up!
When you left, no one could have known what you and Bruce had been doing, but they assumed the conversation had ended well by your more than chipper farewells as you head towards exits of the building. And who would ever be able to tell that you were stumbling about with a gut full of your darling husbands cum.
Lucius Fox reentered the office, straightening his tie, unintentionally mirroring the very action that Bruce was already performing.
But Mr Fox had to raise a confused brow, Bruce’s desk was littered with scattered sheets. Documents, reports, letters, so on. “Bruce, what happened? These documents were required for the board meeting tomorrow.”
He looked down at the mess, pushing make his mussed hair, and nodding. Bruce doesn't even bother giving an excuse to Lucius, doesn't address or clarify a single thing.
“Of course. Tell Greg to print out this quarterly financial report as well as the public calendar. Scratch that, print out everything—”
Bruce continues listing off to Lucius, who rubs under his eyes, obviously he can tell what transpired in this office, anyone who knows that sex exists could tell at this point. But it’s only Bruce who can relish in the feeling of the mix of your juices and his cum drying on his cock.
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i watched supergirl yesterday and got on tiktok to see a bunch of people hating on the needle drop song choice?
i was so confused i love that song and i’m a sucker for the “fighting scene with calm/happy song” trope like when 5 Years Time played for Mr Terrifics fight scene in Superman (2025)
anyway just wanted to do a small rant because i do think more people like the song than they’re saying because so many people just go along with the first opinion they see on social media
Summary: You and Wally West have spent six months loving each other in secret, built on years of quiet pining, stolen glances, and almosts. But as the world keeps pulling you apart in public, the strain of hiding something so real begins to crack… until one late-night confession changes everything.
CW: Making out, use of y/n, swearing, hidden relationships, I'm sourcing like a million different timelines so it may be confusing but it's just to show the progression of hero life (young justice, as well as Titans okay), Bruce being a good dad and tryna set his daughter up
WC: 2.6k
⤷ Part of my 4K event <3
"Baby, can you call me
back? I miss you,
It's so lonely in my mansion"
🎧 -> Agora Hills by Doja Cat
Wally West doesn’t fall in love all at once.
He slips into it slowly, like something he doesn’t realise he’s already drowning in.
It starts when you’re younger, two kids orbiting the same world, always in the same rooms, always laughing a little too easily around each other. You were never hard to be around.
That was the problem. You made everything feel lighter, easier, like the weight of being who you were didn’t matter as much when he was standing next to you.
At first, you’re just his friend.
His favourite person to spar with, to joke with, to sit beside at Mount Justice at ridiculous hours of the night when neither of you can sleep. He memorises your habits without meaning to—the way you tilt your head when you’re listening, the way you smile when you’re trying not to laugh.
Then one day, after several years, something shifts.
At the Titans Tower, over pizza and crappy movies, you laugh at something he says, and it lingers a second too long. Your hand brushes his, and instead of pulling away, you stay. He notices everything all at once—the way you look in your suit, the talent and skill you possess, your virtues, the way people gravitate toward you, the way he himself does. (ik it's mad cringe but stay w me now)
And suddenly, being around you isn’t just easy. He never really clocked that you both had gotten older. He never internalised the feelings he had for you, and how they matured into something greater now that you've both aged.
It’s dangerous.
Because now he wants more.
He doesn’t say anything. He can’t.
You’re you—Bruce Wayne’s daughter, little sister of his closest friends, and said friends who would literally smite him if they knew of his crush on you, you're the girl everyone watches, the girl who belongs to a world far more complicated than his.
So he does what he’s always done best (not really, but alas).
He waits, and he watches, and he flops.
Hard.
Dick notices first. Of course he does. One look at Wally across the room, staring at you like you’ve hung the stars yourself, and he’s already smirking. Jason catches on next, less amused, more suspicious. Roy takes one look and immediately decides it’s the funniest thing he’s ever seen.
None of them say anything to you. But Wally knows they know.
It doesn’t matter.
Because you don’t.
Until you do.
It happens late one night at the Watchtower, when everything is quiet and the world feels far away. You’re sitting close, closer than usual, talking about nothing, about everything. He doesn’t plan it. He doesn’t think. His hand brushes yours, and this time, he doesn’t pull away. You don’t either.
Your fingers curl into his like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He looks at you, breath caught somewhere in his chest, and for a second, he thinks he imagined it.
But then you smile, soft and certain, and just like that—
Everything changes.
After a good conversation about what you two are now, and six months later, Wally is absolutely gone for you.
And it’s becoming a problem. Not because you don’t feel the same. Oh no, you reciprocate just as much
But because no one else knows.
The training facility at the WatchTower is loud with energy, filled with younger heroes running drills, sparring, testing limits. It’s the kind of session where everyone’s watching everyone else, measuring, learning, competing.
You’re in the centre of it.
And you’re destroying everyone.
Not in a showy way—nothing flashy or over-the-top—but precise, controlled, efficient. Every movement is deliberate. Every strike lands exactly where it should. You move like you’ve done this your entire life, like it’s second nature.
Because it is.
Wally isn’t supposed to be staring. He’s supposed to be focusing on his own training, running laps, helping where needed. Instead, he’s leaning against the wall, completely locked in on you.
Kon notices first, following Wally’s line of sight. Then Cassie. Then Bart, who grins immediately, elbowing Kon like he’s just discovered something hilarious.
“Dude,” Bart mutters, not even trying to be subtle. “He’s gone.”
Kon smirks. “That’s not a crush, that’s a full-blown situation.”
Cassie folds her arms, watching the way Wally doesn’t even blink as you take someone down and offer them a hand up right after. “Does she know?”
“Probably not,” Bart says. “But she probably will.”
Wally doesn’t hear them. He just sees you.
The way you push your hair back, the way you laugh with someone after a match, the way you carry yourself like you don’t even realise how incredible you are.
And Goodness—
He wants to tell everyone.
Later, at the Watchtower, the feeling only gets worse.
You’re leaning against the console, talking, relaxed, comfortable. Roy’s standing too close, smirking in that way he always does when he’s messing around.
“C’mon,” Roy says, nudging your shoulder lightly. “You’re telling me no one’s locked that down yet? That’s crazy.”
You roll your eyes, amused. “Maybe I’m just selective.”
“Ouch,” he grins. “Guess I didn’t make the cut.”
“You never had a chance.” (reference to my future 4k fic heheheheh)
Wally watches the whole thing from across the room, jaw tightening.
He knows Roy isn’t serious. He knows it’s just how he is—flirting for the sake of it, pushing buttons, having fun. It still bothers him more than it should.
Because Roy gets to do this. Stand close to you. Joke with you. Exist next to you without it being a secret.
Wally looks away, running a hand through his hair, frustrated in a way he can’t quite shake.
He wants that, he wants you.
It doesn’t help when he sees you on TV.
You’re sitting beside Vicki Vale, composed, elegant, every bit the Wayne the world expects you to be. The interview is light at first—charity work, appearances, your role in the public eye.
Then it shifts.
Vicki smiles, tilting her head slightly. “So, Miss Wayne, anyone special with you tonight?”
Wally’s heart stops, just for a second. You don’t hesitate, instead you smile, effortless.
“It’s just me,” you say. “That’s special enough.”
The moment passes.
But Wally doesn’t move, because he knows why you said it, doesn't mean it doesn't still hurt. But it's not like you don't feel it too, you feel it more than you let on.
At dinner that night, the manor is full, everyone scattered around the table, conversation flowing easily.
Bruce brings it up casually, like it’s just another topic.
“So, sweetheart,” he says, setting his glass down, “the boy you met last week at the gala in Municiberg—Tony. What did you think of him?”
You pause, already knowing where this conversation was heading.
“…he seems nice, Daddy. Why?”
Tim doesn’t even look up. “He’s asking because you’re a Wayne and still a single bitch.”
You kick him under the table.
“Language,” Bruce says mildly, though there’s no real bite to it. Then he looks back at you, softer. “You know I just want the best for you darling. I’d hate for you to be lonely. The rest of your siblings all have someone.”
Jason adds in "Ugh even Damian, how'd he find a girlfriend before you?"
"Nika is not my girlfriend"
"Sure buddy"
You force a small smile.
“Yeah. I know, Dad.”
But your chest feels tight, because you’re not lonely.
Not really. You just can’t say why.
You find Dinah later. Ironically, you told her before your own father.
She’s leaning against the counter in the Queen Penthouse kitchen, arms crossed, watching you with that knowing look she always has.
“You’re thinking too loud,” she says.
You huff a quiet laugh. “Is it that obvious?”
“Only if you know what to look for.”
You lean beside her, staring at nothing in particular.
“…I love him.” It slips out before you can stop it.
Dinah doesn’t react, doesn’t make a big deal out of it. Just nods.
“I figured.”
“I just—” you exhale, frustrated. “I don’t want to hide him. I hate it. But I also don’t want everything to blow up the second we go public.”
“You’re waiting for perfect timing,” she says.
“…yeah.”
Dinah smiles slightly. “That doesn’t exist baby.”
"I don't want to hurt Dick, and I hate lying to my dad and my family about him. But people talk Dinah."
"They always have, you can't stop it." She reminds you
"S'not fair" You mumble.
Wally finds Barry. Of course he does.
Barry’s halfway through something when Wally shows up, pacing slightly, energy restless.
“Okay,” Barry says, already clocking it. “What’s wrong.”
Wally runs a hand through his hair. “I’m tired.”
“Of?”
“Not being able to say she’s mine.”
Barry softens immediately.
“…that bad, huh?”
Wally laughs quietly. “Yeah. That bad.”
He looks down, shaking his head.
“I’ve wanted her for so long, Barry. And now I have her—and I still can’t… have her.”
Barry nods slowly.
“Sounds like you already know what you want to do.”
“…yeah.”
Wally exhales.
“I just don’t know if she’s ready.”
That night—
You call him.
Or try to.
He doesn’t pick up the first time.
So you leave a message, voice soft, tired, honest in a way you only are with him.
“Baby, can you call me back? I miss you… I'm lonely.”
It’s quiet after that.
Too quiet.
And somewhere down the hall—
Alfred hears everything.
-
It starts before you even walk into the room.
Which, in hindsight, is already a bad sign.
The Batcave is quieter than usual, but not empty, Dick’s leaning against one of the consoles, Jason’s sprawled in a chair like he owns the place, Tim’s typing away with that focused intensity that means he’s absolutely listening to everything, and Steph is perched nearby, scrolling through something on her phone.
Duke’s there too, arms folded, watching the others like he’s waiting for something to happen.
“…I’m telling you,” Steph says, lowering her phone slightly. “She’s been weird lately.”
Jason huffs. “She’s always weird.”
“Not like this,” Steph insists. “Like—smiling at her phone weird.”
Tim doesn’t look up. “Technically, that indicates external stimulation.”
“…she has a life, Tim,” Dick says.
“Not one we know about,” Tim replies.
That gets a pause.
Jason leans forward slightly. “…you think she’s got a guy?”
Steph gasps like this is the most exciting thing she’s heard all week. “Oh my god, she does.”
Duke raises a brow. “You’re jumping.”
“I’m not jumping, I’m connecting dots,” Steph says. “She’s been leaving the room to take calls, she’s been dodging questions, and she literally ignored Roy flirting with her last week.”
Jason narrows his eyes. “She ignored Roy?”
“Exactly.”
“That’s suspicious.”
Dick exhales, rubbing his face. “…or she just didn’t feel like entertaining him.”
“No,” Steph says firmly. “No, something’s up.”
Tim finally pauses his typing, looking up slowly.
“…if she is hiding something,” he says, “it would have to be significant enough to warrant concealment from all of us.”
Jason leans back. “So… a relationship.”
Silence.
They all think about it.
Then—
“…no way,” Dick mutters.
Steph grins. “Oh, there is absolutely a way.”
By the time you walk into the manor dining room the next morning, the energy is already off.
You feel it immediately.
The way conversations pause for just a second too long. The way Steph is smiling like she knows something. The way Jason is watching you like you’re about to confess to a crime. You narrow your eyes as you take your seat.
“…why are you all looking at me like that.”
“No reason,” Dick says too quickly.
“Just observing,” Tim adds.
“Admiring,” Steph corrects.
Jason smirks. “Waiting.”
You blink.
“…for what.”
“No idea,” Duke says, though he doesn’t look convinced.
You reach for your coffee slowly. “You’re all being weird.”
“Are we?” Steph hums.
“Yes.”
“Interesting.”
You stare at her. “I hate you.”
“Love you too.”
Your father hasn’t said anything yet. That’s what really sets you on edge.
He’s at the head of the table, composed as ever, reading something on his tablet like none of this concerns him—but you know better.
He’s listening.
And then—
Alfred clears his throat.
It’s soft and polite, but it cuts through the room like a blade.
“I do hope,” he begins, setting down a plate in front of you, “that your late-night phone conversations are not interfering with your rest, Miss.”
Everything stops.
Your hand freezes halfway to your cup.
“…I’m sorry?”
Steph’s eyes go wide.
Tim’s head snaps up.
Dick goes completely still.
Alfred smiles pleasantly, like he hasn’t just detonated a bomb in the middle of breakfast.
“I happened to overhear a rather… affectionate exchange last evening.” (alfred in his snitching era)
Your heart drops.
Straight to the floor.
“No,” you say immediately. “No, you didn’t—”
“‘Baby, can you call me back? I'm so loneyl’” Jason recites, grinning like he’s just been handed the best material of his life.
You whip your head toward him. “YOU WERE LISTENING?”
pairings: wally west x fem!batsis!reader (and other members of the batfamily)
a/n: inbox is open if anyone has any requests!
MASTERLIST dc masterlist
batsis, who starts dating wally a couple of months after working with him. wayne’s know what they want, and they don’t wait around for it.
wally’s ecstatic. he’s seen her long before meeting her, of course. she’s on the covers of magazines, articles are written about her newest outfits, and there’s always some new pictures of her uploaded.
wally thinks she’s beautiful. yeah, he’s flirted with pretty girls before, but she isn’t comparable to anyone he’s ever met. he can hardly believe that this gorgeous girl wants to be with him. actually wants to be in his company.
they keep the relationship private for the first few months. not exactly a secret, she’s just not declaring it in interviews. she wants something to herself for once in her very public life. he’s telling everyone he knows with a proud smile.
they’re spotted one day. a picture taken of her kissing his cheek goodbye after a day together and is uploaded. articles the next day, ‘Gothams Princess is dating . . . who exactly?’
she finds him one morning, looking at the article on his phone with a worried expression. she comes up behind him, wrapping her arms around his bare torso, her face resting on the back of his shoulder blade.
“what are you looking at?” she mumbled, looking around his arm to peek at his phone before scoffing and returning to his back. “don’t bother with those silly things.”
“but what if-“ “doesn’t matter.” she cuts him off with a small yawn. wally doesn’t look convinced.
“you’re not even a little bit curious as to what they’re saying about us?” she shook her head without thought. “i stopped reading anything to do with me years ago. even if the article is nice, it isn’t good for anyone to read about themselves.”
wally huffed, putting his phone down. “i hate when you sound smart.”
she just smiled, pressing kisses to his shoulder. “another smart suggestion from me is us going back to bed.”
wally west, who accompanies her to a gala when asked. he declined at first, but then she sighed.
“alright then. i just asked because one of the sons of bruce’s business partners is always asking me to dance. i sort of wanted to show you off.”
that’s all it took to convince him.
and now he finds himself in a new suit, in a room with some of the richest people in gotham. a group of older ladies are cooing at him, touching his hair and saying how “precious” and “interesting” red-heads are.
his shoulders sag in relief as an arm links with his, and he sees reader at his side. she smiles at the ladies. one of them lowers her champagne glass to talk to her.
“(name) wayne! i didn’t know you went for red-heads.”
she laughs. she seems at ease, but wally can feel her fingers gripping his arm just a little tighter. “well, i suppose i just couldn’t resist this one.”
wally smiles to himself and barely registers her tugging him away after giving the ladies one last smile. he looks at her with a lazy smirk.
“couldn’t resist me, huh?” “shut up or i’ll kick you out.” wally just smiles.
wally west, who will just have a dreamy look on his face when reader is scolding him. it might just be a little petty thing that she’s annoyed over, but wally will listen to her with his hand under his chin thinking “she’s giving out to me. it’s me who she chose to give out to. she’s so amazing. she’s cute when she’s angry. it’s kinda hot.”
wally west, who knows he’s a goner pretty early. he has the wedding playlist made before half a year together. probably has kids names picked out too.
reader, who just lets him talk. it isn’t uncommon to find them together, her doing a menial task while he chats her ear off. wally thinks she’s ignoring him, and just letting him get it out, but then she’ll reference something he said at a later time.
like one time he was yapping about the differences between the different fast food restaurants, and thought that she had forgotten about the whole thing. but later that week, when dick suggests going to BatBurger for food, she shakes her head and says “wally prefers Chicken Whizee. he was telling me about it earlier.”
wally’s heart probably jumps, and he goes red at the smirk that dick gives him.
wally west, who probably had a million and one pictures of her in his camera roll. pictures of times where nobody else sees her, just him. her in her pyjamas with her hair in curlers. a mirror picture of them both in matching face masks. her in the morning with her hair messy and mascara smudged. her asleep on his shoulder.
he doesn’t post those. they’re for him to smile at and fall in love with even more every-time he sees them.
he does post her non-stop though. candid photos of her smiling or laughing. the captions are 100% the cringiest lines ever.
‘she must be the flash because she makes my heart speed’ ‘partner in (fighting) crime’ ‘the peanut butter to my jelly’
and everytime dick will be in the comments like “caption makes absolutely no sense walls”
she’ll post him too. on her public account, it’ll be more proper pictures of them together. anniversary pictures with hearts. most of the comments are happy for them, and every so often they’ll be a guy (or girl) burning with jealousy.
but on her private with just her friends and family, it’ll be pictures of him passed out on the couch with his costume still on, or eating cereal together in bed (i do not recommend btw)
and i can totally see dick posting one of those pictures of the three of them where wally and reader are kissing in the background while dick is just standing there. the caption: ‘when you literally introduced them to each other and end up third wheeling’
wally west, who will spam her phone with those videos of animals together with the caption “us ❤️” with messages declaring love and she’ll just respond with “ok.”
wally west, who quotes shows at her all the time. they watch friends together? now he’s constantly saying that she’s his lobster. parks and recreation? now the line “i love you and i like you,” is a common phrase said by him. jerry maguire? he’s now always saying “you complete me,” while doing the hand motions. he practically glows when she does it back.
he’ll sing love songs to her in the kitchen together, and smile when she sings back.
wally west, who brings batsis to his house for christmas. she meets his mom, uncles, aunts, and cousins (she probably already knows barry and iris).
he’s a bit nervous about showing her his modest house that he grew up in. “it’s not much compared to wayne manor-“ but she just takes one look at the warm lights and the people who are so comfortable in each others company that she just smiles and says “it’s amazing.”
she tried to help mary with some cooking, but she’s never made a meal bigger than grilled cheese before because of alfred, so mary gives her small tasks to do like stirring.
she shows reader how to line pastry, and she just copies mary’s movements. it’s a pretty good bonding experience.
wally west, who loves summer with her. he especially loves beach days and pool parties. he’ll shake like a dog after coming out of the water, spraying her despite her protests. if she’s reluctant to go in the water, he’ll literally toss her over his shoulder and drop her in (and then make up for it with kisses). his fingers will playfully toy with her bikini straps before she smacks his hand away.
and if she steps out in a red and yellow bikini? his brain short circuits. they end up 30 minutes late to the function.
wally west, who loves annoying her. when he asks her on a date while they’re in the relationship, and she says yes, he’ll immediately say “chat is this rizz?” to nobody.
a second after every kiss he’ll say “that was awesome sauce,” or “chat clip that.”
if they’re on a mission together and encounter bad guys, he’ll say “are we cooked?”. she’ll repeat “what does that mean?” while he’s just saying “i didn’t know bad guys were invited to the function,” or “no cap, we’re gonna mog these guys.”
wally west, who calls her every nickname under the sun. she has to check sometimes that he still remembers her name because of how little he actually calls her it.
the normal ones are okay. i can see him being a massive “babe”/“baby” guy. he also sometimes greets you with a “hey gorgeous,” or “hi beautiful,”
it’s the weird ones that he uses to tease. he’ll jump onto the couch beside her, giving a loud smooch to her cheek with a “hey sweet cheeks.” or he’ll put his head in her lap, grinning up at her before saying “what’s up honey bunches?”.
he ABUSES the line “what’s cookin’ good lookin’?”
wally west, who’ll sit in her space happily.
he’ll make himself comfortable in her bed with the floral bedsheets, setting down onto the silk pillow cases. he watches her do her skincare, and won’t protest if she dabs a bit of moisturiser on his face. if she asks to do a spa day with him, he’ll already have the headband pushing his short fringe up. he’ll watch her with stars in his eyes as she puts those under eye things on him.
wally west, who gets her siblings to come around to him. eventually.
dick was no problem, obviously. he was ecstatic to see his best friend and sister together (though he did threaten wally by reminding him how much he likes having kneecaps)
jason might be a little more difficult. he’s protective of the things he loves after loosing so much. wally respects that. he’ll give jason a casual compliment disguised as a passing remark if they pass each other, with a beaming smile on his face. jason will hum a little, and wally takes this as acceptance.
“you’re like a brother to me, jason.” “don’t push it, west.” “noted.”
tim was alright too. wally paid bart to really talk him up (subtly, of course). they were able to bond over niche video games. wally’s also pretty good at science, specifically physics, so they work together sometimes.
cass wasn’t hard either. reader brought wally to one of her ballet shows, and they gave her a bouquet of flowers after. wally congratulated her.
“i normally don’t have the patience for these things, but you were amazing up there.” and cass smiles and thanks him.
his mouth runs a million miles a minute, while cass rarely talks. he notices that she sometimes uses hand gestures to communicate, so he learns some of the common ones she uses. she’s able to read his body language when he’s around reader, and she can tell by the way he’s always turning to her that he likes her very much. wally gains cass’ approval to date her sister.
wally’s convinced that damian still hates him. reader claims that damian just doesn’t know how to show that he likes someone, but wally thinks that the narrowed eyes he gets from across the table every dinner is a sign in the opposite direction.
first time wally was at dinner, damian made a show of the sword on his side, patting it every so often. he also managed to mention that he knew how to gut a person, and wouldn’t mind some extra practise.
reader tuts at damian and tell him to stop, but he’ll just tilt his head up and claim that he’s making sure that wally is “worthy of someone at your level.”
wally west, who traces her scars with care. he’ll slow down for her. in fact, he likes it when their time is slow. lying on either the bed or couch, bodies together. his warm hands will slip under her shirt to feel her skin, his fingertips gently running along the scars from her years of being a vigilante.
his expression doesn’t change. it doesn’t form into one of discomfort, or confusion. his eyes don’t avert awkwardly. he’ll just kiss her shoulder and murmur words of adoration.
if she ever begins to feel unsure of her body or dislike, he’ll be there for kiss every inch of her skin, whispering words of praise and love.
wally west, who during the night, will hold reader close. his arms will be around her torso while hers are around his shoulders. he kisses under her jaw, saying “i love you,” quietly.
he prays she can’t hear his racing heart when she murmurs “i love you too,” into his hair.
sukuna finds a white haired child and gifts them to you as a- pet?? 1,832 words!
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being the king of curses wasn’t an easy job. well, maybe if you weren’t sukuna, he finds joy in eating people and terrorizing villagers. being the kind of curses comes easy when you’re as evil as sukuna.
now, how did you marry the king of curses exactly? it was easy because you met when the two of you were children. you were only two years older than sukuna when the two of you first met.
you were on a walk when you saw a small boy with four arms and two faces, walking around holding his stomach in pain.
“are you alright little boy?”
well that’s the last time you ever be nice, because the kid bit you!
“ouch!”
“leave me alone.”
you couldn’t estimate his age due to him being so malnourished, huh, maybe that’s why he was so angry.
you look in your satchel, grabbing a stale piece of bread, “even though you bit me like a jerk, you can eat this.”
why were you talking to him? couldn’t you see the hatred for the world in his eyes? and couldn’t you see him? the kid had two faces and four arms and you just offered him food. don’t you know if you’re caught talking to him, you could possibly be shunned?
“i’m not doing that.”
??
“you’re clearly hungry, just take the stupid bread already.”
sukuna shakes his head, “i don’t know what you’ve done to it.”
he has to be cautious of this damned world that wants him dead.
this kid is paranoid, you think, “if i take a bite first, then will you want it?”
“no because your dirty mouth will have touched it.”
ok even though you couldn’t guess his age, you knew you were clearly older so why was he giving lip to his clear superior??
“whatever.” you throw the bread at him, and instinctively he catches it. you leave to go home and the rest was history. you kept running into him and talking to him despite the mean words from the other villagers.
and look at him now, he’s someone people fear. one wrong move and they’re to be executed with ease.
and that’s what sukuna was doing now. he was off doing what a king does and making the people pay their “taxes”. said taxes are offering up a villager for sukuna to eat. fortunately for them, this only happens once a month.
issue is, he can’t even enjoy the food properly.
the meat is never prepared properly, the chefs making the meat lose any kind of the human flavor that he loves.
but on his way to the village, he smells something, it’s actually quite delightful. and he recognizes the scent too, the burning flesh of a human. he uses his nose to follow where the delicious smell is coming from.
and when he get there, he sees a child?
this irks him, a child is making the human meat smell so nice while his chefs can’t even make it taste decent.
the small child looks up swiftly from the small fire that they were using for cooking.
“hello.”
sukuna hums at the bravery of the child. it reminds him of someone else who was brave when they were younger, that bravery had put them on sukunas good side.
“who are you child? and who are you cooking?”
the child’s eyes widened in surprise, how did this man know it was a person?
“um, i don’t know who this was. and i’m uraume.”
sukuna tilts his head, “you’re coming with me.”
although uraume is a little confused and slightly frightened, they get up anyway, “am i in trouble?”
the grin sukuna presented should have scared them. the man was clearly evil. uraume only hope that if this man was going to kill them, he hoped it would be quick.
the villagers were confused, but also slightly relieved.
the beginning of every month was when lord sukuna was supposed to come for a villager, but he’s not here.
there were a lot of theories floating around about why sukuna didn’t show up for a sacrifice.
“maybe he was defeated in battle!”
“no way! we would’ve heard about it!”
“i don’t know, apparently it’s rumored that he hasn’t even been eating them so he could’ve been weakened!”
“nope, i don’t see that happening. he’s way too powerful, besides, who would even attempt to go against him?”
“that is correct human, i believe i shall allow you to live a bit longer.”
the group of men who were talking froze in fear. the king of curses just casually came up to them, that meant he didn’t die. that meant he was still expecting a sacrifice.
“i have a new chef you see, so i’ve come for two villagers to test them. you there,” he point at the one who didn’t doubt his strength, “you may pick my dinner tonight.”
sukuna was so excited!
now why was sukuna excited you may be wondering? lets go back to when sukuna took uraume back to the shrine the two of you resided in.
you were talking to aoi, a kimono designer. she was showing you the finest silks the world offered, they varied in color and patterns.
“well,” she started, pointing at a pale blue kimono, “i believe if you wear this one, especially during the spring time, it will bring out the glow in your skin.”
you close your eyes in thought, hmm.
“wife.”
aoi jumped out of her skin before bowing to him.
you opened your eyes and see your husband, and a new face.
a small child is behind sukuna, being hidden behind his legs. the child is even grabbing at the bottom of sukunas kimono.
“oh? who’s this?”
sukuna lifted the child with one hand, grabbing them by the scuff of their top. he looked quite pleased with himself.
“this is uraume. i know you get lonely when i leave, so i brought you back a pet.”
you tilted your head, looking at the child, “a pet you say? as cute as they are, i can’t imagine they’d be happy with that.”
sukuna furrows his brows, “why would they not enjoy being your pet? anyone should be grateful for the given opportunity.”
uraume raises a small hand, “i am very grateful ma’am.”
sukuna nods, “see, they get it.”
you look at the two of them before going up to uraume, “so, you’re willing to be my pet?”
they nod eagerly, “yes, lord sukuna said that you were more merciful than he. so i don’t mind.”
you shoot sukuna a dirty look before taking uraume from sukuna, putting the child gently back onto the floor, “i don’t need a pet sukuna, so i have no need for the child.” you pet the top of uraumes head.
“so what should i do with them? should i eat them?”
“no!”
uraume finds themselves liking you more than sukuna, you definitely were more merciful than he.
sukuna thought back to an hour ago when he first met them, they were cooking.
at the thought, sukunas eyes lit up in joy. he grabs uraume by their scruff, “bye my wife.”
sukuna walks out of the room with a pep in his step. aoi fearfully looks up, “am i ok to get back to work?”
meanwhile sukuna has taken uraume with him to the village to find a test dummy or two to use for his dinner.
and now we’re back to sukuna asking a young man which villagers he should eat.
“you may pick my dinner tonight.”
the man looks around in fear, not only because the king of curses was right in front of him, but his friends would know it was him who offered the villagers up.
“what? don’t tell me you don’t want too.”
the man shakes his head. sukuna is about to kill the man when, “lord sukuna, may i pick?”
sukuna looks at the child, who unintentionally is giving him puppy dog eyes.
“take your pick uraume.”
they nod before leaving sukunas side and finding someone who would fit sukunas taste best.
they leave, finding a man in his late twenties. uraume has found in their experience that red heads are the tastiest.
uraume tugs on the man’s shirt. the man didn’t seem to be in the mood because he slapped uraume across their face, throwing them.
uraume doesn’t mind, because getting slapped is was better than getting eaten.
the man though that was that, until a large hand was placed on his shoulder, “how about you come with me.”
the voiced caused shivers to go down his spine, he knew that voice, and he knew that he was next.
back at the shrine, uraume has just served sukuna his dinner. this was the moment that would decide if uraume was useless to sukuna or not.
sukuna sat at the table with you at his side, “even if it’s not good, you will not harm them.”
he furrows his brows, frowning, “i guess.”
uraume watches as sukuna takes a piece of meat and eats it.
his eyes light up at the taste, “uraume, i’m going to keep you.”
uraume bows to him, “yes lord sukuna.”
the weeks passed by after sukuna decided to keep uraume around. and sukuna is staring to regret it.
it started when sukuna woke up in the middle of the night, his wife was supposed to be there, allowing him to hold her. but she was gone.
he gets out of bed, going to look for his wife.
he walks around, landing in front of the living space, and he hears it, he hears his wife giggling at something.
he turns the corner to see his wife brushing through uraumes hair, while they have their eyes closed peacefully. sukuna doesn’t understand why it’s so funny, until he sees you stop brushing uraumes hair and they make a whining noise in protest.
it was kind of funny, sukuna thought. that was until he saw you wrap your arms around them for a hug.
those were his hugs! sukuna supposes he might eat uraume and go back to eating bland food.
“i know you’re there sukuna.”
sukuna frowns, walking closer to the two of you, “why are you showing them affection? that’s reserved for me and me only.”
uraume looks at sukuna before wrapping their arms around you and laying their head on your shoulder.
sukuna was pissed.
because he knew if he harmed them, you would surely never forgive him!
“get that pout off your face sukuna. i’ve grown to love young uraume.”
sukuna wanted to strangle them, and uraume seemed to know that, because uraume placed an innocent peck on your cheek.
“aww! you’re so cute!” you pinch uraumes cheeks and hugging them tightly.
sukunas eye twitched in anger, “well then, do you know when you’re coming back to bed wife?”
“i’m not. young uraume had a nightmare, so i’m returning to their bed chambers tonight.”
are you kidding me?!
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a/n: i literally never mean to do it, but sukuna is getting replaced by a kid again 😭 this trope with him is so funny i keep subconsciously doing it 🥹✌️ thank you for reading, i love you (. .*)β
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⋆˚꩜｡ Matthew "Matt" Murdock/Daredevil x reader (18+)
Drabble Matt Murdock can't see, but he definitely loves different textures
CW: sex and possible OOC, AFAB reader, not proofread, short
I'll start doing more drabbles soon
I should do more characters liking bush...
His hips pump up brutally into your soaked cunt, and as you moan, you pause it abruptly to look down as you sit reverse cowgirl on him, back to his chest and his hand sliding through your hair coating over your most intimate spot.
“Are you looking for something?” you partly joke, somewhat amazed by his ability to continue multitasking, quick hip movements yet slowly tracing his hands.
Matt drags his fingers over the fuzzed surface, he feels the lines of your labia and the bud up of your clit.
Usually they say ‘men are visual creatures’ but a man who doesn’t have sight, has touch and sound; in this case, your pussy and the desperate whimpering that rang from your throat. A man like Matt who can fight hoards of creatures if he wished, relished most in feeling his lover—clearly the different textures of them too.
Before he even indulged in your joke, he used his middle and ring finger, swirling it over your clit. He knew he had done something right when he heard a combination of your heart racing and your pussy squelching on his dick, clutching so hard he wasn’t sure you would ever let go!
“This is a sensory heaven. You know I love this feeling” The blind man groans before tilting his head back, his eyes void of focus on a specific area of the ceiling or on you. But his other hand pulls you down to lay back atop him.
He’s Luxuriating in the extra weight, and buries his face against your neck, panting as his vigorous movements continue with mild faltering. Meanwhile, your moans never ceased, the pitch hitching with every drag of his hips up and down, and he gave only an acknowledging kiss to the back of your neck as it tilted back.
His free hand, the one not resting in the coarse forest of messy curls, slid up your body, squeezing your breast, grinning into your shoulder with the continued plap-plap-plap ringing around the room, “So good..” he mutters.
Touchy-feely doesn't even begin to cover how Matt is...
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