#spouse reader

R/n: Why?

Yandere! Husband Bruce isn’t even mad at them, understanding that they are going through the same pain he is going through, but Spouse Reader is so distraught at hurting Bruce that they move out for a couple months.

Yandere! Husband Bruce hates it. Hates being alone again in the manor, hates the Joker and almost going out that same night and killing him, hates that he failed Jason….

Hates that he failed you.

Ugh it’s so angsty, but also imagine them making up on a rooftop? Imagine Spouse Reader telling Bruce they are sorry and that they miss him. Imagine Tim seeing it and realizing that Batman is Bruce Wayne?

Is this self-indulgent? Probably. Are these also genuinely my headcanons? Yes 😌 Do I plan on expanding on this through more headcanons? Also yes. Sorry everyone 😂

📞Robert Robertson III🐶

Never thought he would get that far, honestly. Getting down on one knee in front of you he felt the same. Standing before you at the altar was a blur of joyous tears and every day by your side has been peered at through this veil. Kids had come up in conversations before, whether wanting them or not is a dealbreaker, etc. Robert has reservations, obviously, beneath the massive weight his family history left him crushed beneath for so many years. Part of him wants to end the bloodline completely, fall in some noble way to become the one that ends the curse. Another part of him wants to forge ahead, making something better. He’s not his father. You’re certainly not either of his parents. If you and Robert choose to start a family, he would want a small one. One kid, ideally, if you’re ok with it, maybe two. In a similar vein, Robert isn’t sure if he wants a son after it all, and if he does he certainly wouldn’t be Robert the Fourth. No way in hell. Your husband ends up being the best and sweetest girl dad in the world, so soft and forgiving with the identical twins you end up with. He dotes on his little princesses in a way that heals his own inner child, even if little Robert wasn’t exactly into dresses and glittery papercraft superhero figures!

🦇Victor AKA Sonar📈

"Pfft, a kid? I'm not ready for that, I'm too young!" "Victor, you're in your thirties, married, and employed." "Oh, yeah. But a kid?" Yeah, he may take some convincing. Becoming a parent would slow him down, force him to think about someone besides himself. But then again so did marrying you and he loves thinking about you. Would the kid look like you? A little mini-you? Or maybe a baby bat? Awww, that would be so fucking cute— "Alright, fuck it, one kid. Two if it's really cute." Spoiler alert: TWIN DAD SONAR. BAT BABIES! A little boy that looks just like Victor...and a little girl that looks just like Victor. Sorry if you wanted a mini-me 🤷🏻‍♀️ You know your husband uses this as a chance to brag about his winning genes, but hey, you love him! Victor always calls both of them his favorite straight to their faces, often both one after the other when they're right next to each other. That's often his response if they do nice things for him too. "Thanks, that's why you're my favorite." "Victor!" "What? So's the other one! We made some cute fucking kids, man!"

💦Herman AKA Waterboy🎸

We all know what a good caretaker Herm is and just what a family man he’d be! He always goes on about how cute your kids would be and what a great parent he sees you as and frankly, if he had his way you two would have a big family. Maybe even four to six! What can he say, he just can’t resist those little faces, especially if there’s any chance they look like you 🥺 Obviously if you’re carrying he defers to your wishes too, but eagerly states those dreams and how willing to get you in that state he is if you match his desires! With such a big family, you guys will have a mix of girls and boys, all of whom love their dad so much and practically run and knock him over when he comes home from work every night! He doesn’t mind, though— don’t save him, he’s right where he wants to be, giggling and letting little kisses and hands smatter his wet face with a wide smile. Wet also are his eyes, which glisten with tears as he looks between your little (big) family and you, moved that he has your love and theirs every day of the week after being alone for so long.

🎤Alice AKA Prism🌟

Similar to Victor, her first reaction to the idea of kids is that they’d slow her down. Heroism and music career alike down the toilet. But then again, you have said you’d be down to play house-spouse if it meant supporting your gorgeous wife’s many endeavors. Bonus points if you can even carry, too! And a tiny version of you? That wouldn’t be so bad… If you and Alice start a family, it’d likely just be one child, not too much for either of you to deal with and no being outnumbered! If you have a biological child your little one comes out a perfect mix of you and Alice, but those expressions are all your wife. One of your kid’s favorite toys would absolutely be a little miniature microphone your wife buys and oh boy would you get to hear a bunch of the hippest slang words and your wife’s more family-friendly lyrics repeated in a tiny toddler voice over that thing! Sassy as she can be in the face of nonsense, you better believe Alice is scooping that little troublemaker up into her arms immediately afterward, grinning as their foreheads gently touch.

🔥Chad AKA Flambae🕶

The kind of guy who goes ‘nO. No way. …Maybe just one. *has one kid with you* …Alright, maybe one more. …Maaayyyybeeee….’ Cue you two raising three daughters as if in the blink of an eye despite years of your relationship just the two of you and years in between your family growing. Girl dad Flambae, I mean you see the vision right? Being an uncle to a little girl prepared him for it all, the messy makeup and nail polish sessions with your girliest girl, kneeling in dirt making ‘potions’ in the grass with your most creative, using his powers like a portable bunsen burner for your little scientist, and taking his tea party and toy phone characters dead serious as if he was in a major blockbuster. You see the way they test his hotheaded side but he always comes out so much calmer than you expect like Gordon Ramsey. An adult fucks up and he’s calling them on that shit, ready with a biting nickname or comeback just as snappy as the sting of the bad taste they left in his mouth. Your daughters make a mess and he’s quickly swallowing his ‘what the hell’ in favor of a deep breath, dropping to his knees to explain why they can’t do such messy things without one of you guys’ supervision and having them help clean as a learning consequence.

👹Malevola Gibb⚔️

Surprisingly nonchalant when you bring it up, at least if you’ve been in the relationship for quite some time. “Kids? Yeah, sure, maybe someday. How many do you want?” Sure, a part of her didn’t think she’d get that far, but with you? She’d consider it. She’s used to taking care of people after years of helping Victor and a baby would be nothing compared to him. If you bounce the ‘how many’ question back at Malevola, her answer is a modest one or two. I see Malevola as a boy dad, your son inheriting her portal ability which leads to plenty of chases, both the fun variety that leave laughter drifting through swirling red and the kid full of ‘What’s that in your hand?’ ‘A knife!’ ‘No!’. I can just imagine your son being Malevola’s spitting image, his voice even bearing a hint of the same echo you’d come to love. As soon as he’s remotely old enough she’s getting him a small version of her sword and teaching him how to throw knives, standing at his side and holding his arm like they’re playing darts.

🥊Colm AKA Punch Up🌹

The moment you say you’re open to having kids with him he’s on you (whether he can get you pregnant or not)! Colm loves the idea of a home full of rambunctious little ones and honestly would be down for three to five if you were up for it! Your kids, I see for sure two girls and a boy, grow taller than him pretty quickly but he still jumps up wherever he can so they can hang off him and in general lets his shorter frame be their personal jungle gym as long as it can be 😌 A little traditional at least at first, thinking he needs to “protect his little girls”, only to discover they share his passion for boxing and could probably deck anyone who gives them hell. “That’s my girls!” Your son also learns to fight, but he ironically gets less of that spitfire disposition and takes after you. Not that Colm’s complaining about that! Your husband is the type to joke whenever you’re teasing him ‘What, are you trying to get Number Four?’

🗡Janelle AKA Coupé🩰

Similar to Robert, she never thought of things like that. If she’d get that far. Be safe enough in her own location and life as to raise another one, possibly be the one to bring them into the world. She also would take years to consider that, a ring on each of your fingers and a safe house in your name. Your arms around her and your presence there through all her worries. If you two were to become parents, it would likely be to a single child. Like Malevola, Janelle would absolutely teach her kid to defend themselves, standing behind them and teaching them to throw knives. You see the shock and collapse of joy in her eyes when your kid embraces her, whispering “I love you, mama”, her gaze shining upon you with unshed tears when they part and her eyes open again. She may get frustrated sometimes, harsh in her words because she just wants them to be safe, but it’s moments like this that reassure her the care shines through.

🌱Bruno AKA Golem🐉

BEST 👏🏻 DAD 👏🏻 adoptive fathering a kaiju was great, but years down the line Bruno’s bringing up the idea of you two having children together. Well, raising them together— all things considered, it’s unlikely biological offspring are quite possible. Could you fashion little ones with magic and elements? Take in human children? Whatever you wanna do he’s game to try! If it’s up to him, your gentle giant of a husband would become a father of multiple, probably three. Three little kids all riding on his shoulders, giggling as he runs faster and faster. I see him with two boys and a girl, your daughter the toughest one, human or not! She and Bruno are both very protective of your family, but overall your husband encourages them to stay calm and not get into fights. Ever seen photos or clips of families customizing little sensory/calm corners for their kids? Bruno builds one so cool you wish you could chill in it, the soft lights, gentle toys, and comfort items a perfect combat to overstimulation and anger.

🤘🏼Courtney AKA Invisigal🩻

If you ask her offhand, especially early in the relationship, zero. None, absolutely not. Hell no. She can barely take care of herself, why should she bother with a kid? You can't help but agree with her, at least as she is still taking the time and therapy, growing from her reckless behavior and learning to show she cares properly. Years down the line, though, when she lets you put a ring on her finger her and her walls slip slowly down, the conversation may look different if she knows that's something you really want. Courtney still does not want to get pregnant, hell no, so you're either carrying if you can/are willing or y'all just adopt and hey, maybe that means you can skip all the baby stuff right? She jokes, but deep down beneath her tone is the hint of a question. The deeper meaning it would hold to her to take in a girl just like her who didn't feel she had a family for so long, too damn long. If you two do decide to raise a kid together, Courtney's surprisingly patient and playful. This was a childhood she could control and it would be all laughs, smiles, victories if she has her way. She'd fight tooth and nail for your little girl if need be, standing up to teachers and showing her how to punch bullies alike!

💪🏻Mandy AKA Blonde Blazer📋

Mandy does dream of settling down someday, and that definitely includes becoming a mother! Very white picket fence, she usually imagines an 'average' number and would probably broach it to you as wanting two or three, maybe four if you wanted a bigger family. I think she'd really want at least two— valuing interpersonal relationships as she does, Mandy would want her child to have a sibling to grow up with. You guys would end up having at least "one of each", one boy and one girl. Your wife treats them equally as far as expectations and is a firm but loving mother that wants to bring out the best in them. She is happy to retire from superhero work, but every now and again you might see a taller, buffer version of your wife with a wide grin and a kid hanging off each bulging bicep.

🦸🏻‍♂️Katon-Ur AKA Phenomaman☄️

Word count: 620

Tags: Kissing, fluff, suggestive themes, OOC Alastor, Sinner Alastor, Flirting, Drabble, genderless spouse reader.

|Minors DNI|

You could get lost in that voice, how it spun lies into fine, silk-lined truths. In ways, that even the faintest exhale from his lips left you entirely breathless.

He was a cigarette, shared late into the night with a bottle passed back and forth. Radio pouring out a jazz standard that curled round you like second-hand smoke.

The migraine had been sitting behind John’s right eye for hours now, but he had work to do, and was still in his office even though he was supposed to be home an hour ago.

Home with you, having dinner, snuggling up on the couch, and winding down. That’s what he could have had. Instead, he sat at his desk, which was covered in papers he hadn’t touched in 20 minutes and a screen that had already gone into standby mode.

By now, you had to be well aware that he was late today, and you had never been the type to wait patiently.

And, as expected, a light knock on the door sounded, followed by light streaming in from the hallway as the door opened. John didn’t look up, but he heard that specific cadence of footsteps he knew better than his own.

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter and this is going to have the headcanons at least with a Yandere Tengen Uzui X Gender Neutral Reader who is turned into a demon! I hope you enjoy this!] 

(Disclaimer: Tengen Uzui is not yandere in canon, this is just for fun, and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!) 

-Yandere Headcanons With Tengen Uzui X Gender Neutral Reader Turned Into A Demon- 

OMG YES PLEASE I LOVE PARENT AUS AND THIS TYPE OF FLUFF SO MUCHHHHH 🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕 I'm gonna do everyone if that's ok, I see this so clearly with Mr. Boss too and think it would be so fun 🤭 (I hope you don’t mind I made reader married to them, I wanted to keep the reactions positive and fluffy and I think they’d react best in that circumstance lmao)

Smiling Friends Finding Out Spouse!Reader is Pregnant

Charlie Dompler

"You're- you're serious? You're not making this up?" "Why the hell would I lie about that?" Despite the spice of your words, you're laughing a bit as they emerge, a bit breathy and crazy in your incredulity. Reaching for Charlie's hand with your left, you place the positive pregnancy tests in his hand—you'd taken a whole three-pack just to be sure. "I dunno, like for a prank or something." "That would be cruel." "Yeah, kinda, but you know, youtube and stuff..." "I'll save that for April Fool's Day," you chuckled, shaking your head, "Which coincidentally is very near when I think my due date is gonna be... If—" "Yes!" Charlie bursts out, hand tightening around the tests you gave him so tight you almost worry for their little screens. "Yes! Oh, my god, are we actually doing this?" A full smile finally graces your lips. "I think we are. Can you imagine? A little Charlie Junior coming into the world on April Fool's Day?" "Or a little tiny you," your husband shot back grabbing you by the shoulders and burying his face in the crook of your neck, "either way? Best joke I ever made." Chuckling again, you ran a hand up and down your husband's back, feeling the reassuring, ever-soft cotton of his favorite hoodie. "You're not worried about being able to take care of a baby when we barely know how to take care of ourselves?" "Terrified," Charlie replied, pulling away to look you in the eyes, taking your hands in his and drawing them into the warm down of his sleeves, "But if it's with you? I know we're gonna fucking crush this. And oh my god, they're going to be so cute!" "I know, right? I wanna get a tiny hoodie so bad!" "Yes! Hold on," Charlie says, pulling out his phone, "I bet I can find the perfect one..."

Pim Pimling

Nerves? Never heard of them. One of the many boons of having a sweet, doting husband like Pim was you knew he'd be ecstatic to have a family with you. Made that clear from the start, in fact, and you were pretty sure if you hadn't wanted kids it wouldn't have worked out between you. As it was, you grinned and let your mind wander, wondering if your little one would look more like him or you as you made your way down the stairs. Rather than beeline for your husband like your feet wished, you redirected your steps for a quick detour to the closet where you kept a very certain set of supplies... "What's this, love?" Pim's eyes widened, his mouth forming a little 'o' in shock when you set the newly wrapped box, complete with a silky bow, on the table. "A little gift," you answered, not bothering to hide your smile, "Surprise! Open it!" You didn't have to tell him twice— carefully hooking his finger under the paper, he undid your recent handiwork and lifted the top off the gift box to reveal the positive pregnancy test. Tears shone in his eyes practically in an instant as he looked up at you from his seat. "Oh, darling, is it...are you really?" Your own eyes suddenly blurring and pricking at the corners, you nodded, reaching out your arms to catch your husband as he launched up out of his seat and into your embrace, cupping your cheeks to kiss you again and again. "I love you so much! I can't wait to be parents!" "Neither can I! If they're anything like you, we'll have the cutest, sweetest little babies in the world," you told him, resting your forehead against his. "We're gonna have a baby!" Pim shouted with glee as if he was on a hilltop announcing it to the world, one fist raised in the air triumphantly, his other hand resting gently atop your belly where before he knew it, the little one he always dreamed of would be up and kicking! "This is the best gift ever!"

Allan Red

"Are you serious-uh?" Oh, god, was he mad? Kids were sort of a bridge you guys had sort of mutually, silently agreed to cross when you got there, but Allan's shock had you second-guessing yourself, wondering if you'd done something wrong like it wasn't just as much his fault. "I...I wouldn't joke about that, Allan. I know it's a lot. Are you...how do you feel?" No words come out, but your normally dry husband's face says it all: wide eyes give way, narrowing and turning upward as a smile spreads slowly across his face. "I hope it looks like you." You took a deep breath, then another. "Yeah?" Is all you can imagine, your own face slowly mirroring your husband's. His long, lanky arms wrap gingerly around your waist, pulling you into his side. You feel warmth on the crown of your head as Allan leans to press a kiss there. "Yeah," he repeats, his head resting atop yours, "I think we can do a baby. Don't you?" A laugh bursts from your chest at your husband's phrasing. "Technically we already did, but yes. Me, too, Allan." "...I better learn how to change a di-a-per." "You and me both, love, you and me both."

Glep

You probably looked like an overacting extra in a stupid hospital drama right about now; pacing the restroom floor, you clutched the second plastic rod, waiting for the lines to show. Sure enough, another minute passed and you had two lines, two red strips practically stronger than the first ones. What was Glep going to say? You adored your husband, thought he was the cutest thing in the world and of course he was a smooth talker, but he was so carefree. Would he think a baby would weigh him down too much? What if he was mad at you? What if— Before you could even complete your spiral you heard his voice outside the door. Softened with concern, in fact, as he asked you if you were alright. He heard the footsteps. Inhaling, you held your breath for seven seconds like the meditation people said to. Exhaling after the count, you opened the door, words failing you as you simply turned the sticks around in your hands and waited. Your eyes squeezed shut for a moment until you heard scuffling. Lids parting once more revealed to you the sight of your husband doing a little happy dance, a tiny, high-pitch cheer erupting from his lips. "You're excited?" "Uh-huh!" He answers like it's the simplest thing in the world, jumping into your arms and letting you squeeze him tight. He's been alone in the world for long enough, he tells you, and there's no one he'd rather have a family with than you.

Mr. Boss

"You mean it? Jason's going to be a big brother? Oh, I've been dreaming about this for just about forever now!" Your husband becomes a blur, sprinting around the room and pulling out things you wonder at having never seen before, including a huge board that doesn't seem physically possible to hide. "I have nursery ideas, names written down...ooh! Do you want to breastfeed or could I?" You watch in silent amusement as Mr. Boss practically bounces off the walls for a minute or two, only to suddenly stiffen and all but launch into the air. "Oh," he says this time, "Where are my manners?" Manners? You don't even have time to ask before you're in his arms being twirled around and kissed on the cheek. "Yahoo!" Grinning, you lean down and kiss your husband on the lips. You had a feeling he'd be on board, as kids had come up in conversations before, but seeing just how happy he was really did things to your heart. "What do think it'll be, a boy or—" "No siree," your husband shook his head, getting on his knees to be eye level with your belly, "I'm calling it right now, that's daddy's little princess." Mr. Boss was already a loving father to Jason. Smiling again, you knew he'd be an amazing boy or girl dad to your new addition.

Short Suffering (One Shot) Dr. Alto Clef X Genderfluid Spouse Reader

[Hello My Sexy Readers, I am here with another chapter and like I said in the last Dr. Alto Clef one, this would be coming and here it is! I hope that you all enjoy this chapter her!]

(Name's POV)

I sighed as I got to work. I did not want to be here, not anymore. I am a researcher and I was good at my job and I love my job. I just do not love the Guard that I worked with. He was suppose to make sure SCPS did not harm me. Because I was Married to my Husband. Who is one of the higher standing Researchers here. Dr. Alto Clef. But this Guard seem to be not found of my husband or me for that matter. He love to make comments at and about me. That I slept my way to the top and that I might as well spread my legs for him.

The stress from daily harassment has gotten to be so much I was not sleeping or eating like I should. I was sure my husband has started to notice. And I knew he was worried. He even said he would see me for my lunch break. I knew he was checking in me. So I decided to continue on my day. It was another hard day but it was finally time for lunch and I get to see my husband. It was a nice change of pace.

"I am going on my lunch break." I say to my boss who nodded and I go to check out. "I will be a bit late, Dr. Alto Clef wanted to have lunch with me."

He laughs it is quite alright (Name). You always stay over hours anyways. A longer lunch is fine. I smile at him and head to the Elevator only to be stopped by him.

"So (Name)." He says smirking. "What are you today? A he a she? are you going be fucking your husband or is he fucking you for lunch? A nice cum smoothie?"

I sigh ignoring him and try to get by him but he pins me against the wall.

"Answer me slut." He says

I glared, yeah I was genderfluid but him to say this it pissed me off. I am sick of this. "It is non of your Damn business now let me by!" I say and try and push pass him but he slapped me and my head snapped to the left.

Just As my husband came off the elevator. He Stared and his face went dark.

(Dr. Alto Clef's POV)

I grabbed Ukelele and Smashed it over the man's head. He fell to floor and I first made sure my darling is okay.

"Are you okay?" I ask checking their cheek.

They nodded their head slowly. "Yeah I am okay..." They say.

"What has been going on?" I ask serieos.

"He..." they look down.

"(Name)!" I say and they jump tears in their eyes. "Please."

"He has been harresing me... calling me a slut and said I slept with you y-yo sleep to the top." They tell me.

I pull them into a hug and then a kiss. "We will talk at lunch, go to medical and get some ice for that cheek. I will bring you lunch."

"Alto." They say worried. "What are you goin-"

"Now please, I don't want you to see this." I say and they nod and ran out and I turned to the man who was getting up groaning and bleeding from the head.

He was going to be erased.

"So I hear ya called my Darling spouse a slut?" I ask and kick him in the head sending him back wards.

I pulled out my Atomic Revovler and Knew his lasts minutes will be the most painful of his life as I shot him several times for good measure and Tumor started to appear all over his body and most likely inside as well her curled in a ball sobbing.I bash my foot into his head.

"Your lucky I did not make you suffer longer." I say. "But I have my spouse (Name) to worry about right now, so I have no time for someone as pathetic as you."

I then proceed to stop his head until it was nothing but paste. I then adjust my coat and walk leaving him covered there for some D class to clean up bloody sho print following me to the cafeteria.

Now I wonder what (Name) would like for lunch. I think with a smile.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I am very impressed with this and for those who do not know this is his atomic Revolver!

The Atomic Revolver: It functions entirely as a non-anomalous revolver of unremarkable make, yet when fired it releases a blast of radiation with no known limit regarding ammunition. If this blast of energy/radiation hits an organism, all the affected cells become cancerous, and begin to multiply and form deadly tumors within seconds. This spreads throughout the body, and typically kills targets within minutes, with no possible cure.