#CASS YOU ARE FUCKING AMAZING

[amoron4everyone]

Part 11!

EEEEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHE I wanted to draw this scene for sooo long >:D

Part 1

[nightwngobssd]

Hey friendly reminder that there're more Batfamily members than Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian :)

[cassmouse]

I just spent an hour and twenty minutes of my life laughing at The Bad Seed Returns with a friend and I'm not going to lie it was one of the most enjoyable things I've done all week lmao good show Mckenna good show

[cluescorner]

There's no feeling stranger than knowing that something is bad but liking it anyways. Not in a 'it's so bad it's good' way. Because that implies that it has become good. I'm talking like this thing is just kinda bad in the normal ways things are bad, but i like it anyways.

[somerandomdudelmao]

OH….O H. OH GOD OH WAIT WHA

Look. LISTEN. Every time. Every fucking time I bring a new piece of suffering into this world, Tapakah stands there with a ping-pong racket to smack all the pain back in my face WHAT IS THIS?? WHY IS..UHH??? YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO GO THIS HARD BUT YOU DID IT ANYWAY AND NOW I’M CRYING. H o w. D a r e. Y o u.

@somerandomdudelmao, hey... Um... I wanted to make it reaaaaly animated and cool looking and emotional but... well, I needed to stop otherwise I'd burn out... (cause I want to do too much) ha-ha *tap-tap* I don't know what to write to you anymore... I've already used all my words of love... *hides in big pocket* Song: Michael Schulte - Falling Apart

[emacrow]

Tim whom is still banned from caffeine went into looking into other ways to get caffeine.

He went into anonymous source from someone name KingTuck4ever who talk about a energy drink that kept him up for weeks during a critical time of his life and Tim was at this point of desperate to spend any time of money he got.

Later that night, he received 6 very large Dark green boxes with a DP logo on it filled with Lightening Green tall soda cans with the name Ecto-Spark!, ingredients tags on the back, made with organic vegan products, DO NOT NEAR MEAT RELATED PRODUCTS, guaranteed to keep you caffeine deprived souls awake and alive enough to enjoy a night afterlife party! Or your money back.

Tim at the point didn't read the back as he pop open the top, smelling a strong scent of caffeine, carbonated bubble and a taste of lemon lime mixed with a tang flavor that had his mouth drowning nearly in drool.

He took only one experimental sip, before his eyes widen instantly and immediately began chugging the soda can for all the liquid caffeine it had inside. This was 1000 times better then Death Coffee Cup from his favorite Cafe that he was still banned from.

It felt like his whole body got electrified with energy and feel like he can run a whole 4 week marathon without breaking a sweat. This drink was like tasting nirvana after a week of being in a Gobi desert for his fucking soul.

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Bruce can never know about this. He can't tell anyone about this drink. Not Damian, Not dick, not step, maybe Jason, but Cass can kept a secret since she knew body language. He might possibly go rogue and kill Bruce himself if Bruce tried to take this from him.

Meanwhile Tucker was amazed of the total amount of money he received from the anonymous Caffine obsessed ghost. Usually he ended up receiving old relics, Egyptian related artifacts, gold coins, etc but this is a first he got actually modern day money.

Poor dude must've been recently form a core to spend that much money. Good thing he had send extra since he know how crazy those caffine-obsessed ghosts can be over the new drink he made specifically for himself, Sam and Danny but it's nice to have extra cash for new tech making. Especially since Danny became high king of the ghost zone when he became 20 year old, and the amount of paper works that had been left for dust collecting could filled a planet to the very brim.

Took him, Sam, Danny, Ghost writer and Techno 5 months to fully turn at least 26% of sacrifical gifts from ritual, contracts, conquests, complains from territorial ghosts about humans taking their land/house/property/or about their murder, help hundreds of ghosts stuck in their personal hell of a limbo of their own death, guy name Constantine whom was rapidly becoming a pain in Tucker's ass especially when he got one contract form his former previous life about this guy.

[illyrianbitch]

Words of Affirmation

Pairing: Reader x Cassian

Summary: Even the Lord of Bloodshed gets insecure sometimes. As his mate, you always know the right words to say.

Warnings: established relationship fluff :)

Word Count: 2.3k

just a quick sweet fluffy piece to make up for all my angst. dedicated to the one and only @sarawritestories

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Cassian would never admit it, but the assumptions of his intelligence bothered him. He was always a brute, a mindless warrior, a soldier— nothing more. He knew, deep down, that his brothers rivaled him in all matters of the mind. They were more collected, more capable with familial matters and court affairs. Simply put, they were smarter. 

And he had accepted that— at least, he told himself he had. After all, he was talented where it mattered. He was a good male, a good friend, a good brother, a good commander— and amazing in bed. So truly, it shouldn’t have bothered him as much as it did when his meeting with Eris went sour. 

Cassian entered the room with heavy steps, a frown on his face as he began to peel off his coat, each movement slow and heavy with frustration. A part of him hoped that he could shed more than just the layer of clothing, hoped that coming home would rid him of the insecurity that had threaded itself through his ribs.

You observed him quietly, taking in the way his muscles tensed and released with each motion, the subtle clenching of his jaw, the deep exhale. He hadn’t looked at you yet, hadn’t made his classic entrance. On most days, Cass would return home with a huge grin, door thrown wide open as he bellowed out your name with a burning heart.

But he was quiet today. And you knew exactly why– you could feel it through the bond. Cassian was sad. 

Your footsteps were quiet against the wood floors as you slowly walked towards him. 

“Things didn’t go well?” 

Your voice was soft and gentle and the sound of it sent a ripple of relief through his body. Still, he felt heavy. Tired. He sighed, his shoulders slumping as he finally discarded his coat onto a nearby chair. “I don’t know how Rhysand does it.”

“Does what?” 

“This whole diplomacy thing, even Azriel. I just… I couldn’t. I'm too stupid for it. Just an idiot.”

Your heart clenched at his words, a heaviness settling on the glowing bond in your chest. You wanted to console him, to fight and kill whatever it was that was unsettling him so deeply. But the thing that was causing Cassian pain wasn’t anything you could fight yourself. It was his own mind, the insecurities he was too afraid to acknowledge. 

Before you could open your mouth to respond, he waved you off with a frustrated gesture.

“I know, I know,” he murmured, his tone heavy with defeat, “I’m just whining. I’ll get over it.”

You frowned, letting out a small breath. 

“No, don’t say that,” you said gently, taking a step closer to him. “You’re allowed to be frustrated. But you’re not giving yourself enough credit.”

Cassian’s brows furrowed.

“I’m not?” 

You took in the sight of your mate for a moment, took in his long hair and brown eyes, took in the stubble on his jaw and the way he let out a small breath. You extended your hand to him, voice low as you murmured, “C’mere, honey.”

He hesitated for a moment before he gently took your hand and closed the distance between you, large arms wrapping around your waist as he looked down at you. 

“You are a big ole’ dummy,” you teased lightly, a soft smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you put your hands around his neck. You felt Cassian melt into your touch ever so slightly, eyes shuttering closed as a small hum left his lips. “But you are brilliant. Like really fucking smart.”

Cassian’s eyes opened to meet yours, somewhat narrowed in skepticality. You rubbed the nape of his neck with your thumbs. 

“I mean, you’re a war general. You’ve commanded hundreds of soldiers, have won countless battles– wars, even. You couldn’t get away with those things as an idiot.”

Cassian grumbled, but you caught the hint of a smile dancing in his stormy eyes, felt the tension in his shoulders beginning to ease. A wry chuckle bubbled up from deep within him as he shook his head, his lips quirking up in a brief smile.

“Well, I don’t know about that one, we have Beron and Tam-”

You rolled your eyes. 

“Would you just let me compliment you?” You interrupted with a gentle shake of your head, eyebrows raised as you looked at him. 

A soft chuckle escaped him. “My bad.”

“You are so incredibly smart,” you repeated earnestly, slightly pulling him down and urging him to place his forehead against yours. 

He stayed quiet for a moment, his gaze heavy as he searched for something in your eyes. He seemed to find it as he gave you a small smile. “You really think so?”

You pulled yourself back gently, dropping your hands from his neck to take his in your own. Then, you gently guided one hand to your chest, letting him feel the steady rhythm of your heartbeat beneath his touch.

“Does it feel like I’m lying?” you asked softly.

Cassian’s expression softened as his gaze flickered to where your hand held his. You watched as a glow of warmth lit up his eyes. 

“No,” he said quietly, “It does not.”

And then he was bringing his hands to hold your face, leaning in to kiss you tenderly, his lips a gentle caress against yours.

He wasn’t sure if he believed it yet, if he was comfortable enough with considering himself to be smart, let alone brilliant. But you, his beautiful mate, the love of his life— you thought he was smart, you thought he was brilliant.

And truly, that's all that mattered to him. 

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It wasn’t that he was insecure about his looks, no, that wasn't it. 

Cassian knew he was attractive, knew that he was hot and ruggedly handsome. He knew from the looks that he got from females and males alike, from the scent changes that he caused, and the lovers he had bedded. 

But sometimes, when standing next to Rhysand and Azriel,  Cassian would catch himself wondering if he was rough around the edges in ways that his brothers were smoother, more appealing. After all, they were the two more classically pretty males, the more softly attractive and very often audibly complimented. 

And then there was him, the rough warrior. 

Attractive, yes, but pretty? Elegant? Those were never words used to describe him. 

There was a soft glow in your room tonight, gentle shadows casted across the bed from flickering fae light. Cassian let out a deep sigh as he prepared to climb into bed, his muscles aching and head heavy as he shed the remenands of his day. 

You watched him with a tender gaze as you lay on the bed. The faintest hint of a smile played at the corners of your lips as your eyes traced the lines of his face. Cass caught your gaze with his own, a warm hearty brown that made your heart flutter. 

A playful smirk tugged at his lips as he noticed your lingering stare. "You like what you see, sweetheart?" 

You grinned, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth as you tilted your head. "Always.”

With a grin of his own, Cassian began to crawl towards you. The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he closed the distance between you, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Admiring how absolutely handsome I am?” he said, “How Incredibly sexy?" 

You let out a small laugh as he reached your face, his body hovering over yours. With a gentle hand, you pushed back his tousled hair, your touch feather-light against his skin. A soft sigh escaped him, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he savored the warmth of your touch. His lips wore a content smile. 

"So beautiful," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper as you traced the contours of his face with your fingertips.

He pulled back slightly, his eyebrows knitting together as his eyes scanned your face. You ran your finger along the crease that they created. "Beautiful?" 

You nodded, a soft smile gracing your lips. "Yes, beautiful. Maybe I don't tell you enough."

He chuckled softly as he leaned into your touch, heart swelling with warmth at your words. There was a new flutter in his chest that he didn’t recognize. For a moment, Cassian felt shy— he wasn’t quite sure why. But he laughed it off all the same. 

"That's a word reserved for you, sweetheart." 

You shook your head, your fingers trailing down his cheek to cup his face in your hands. "My beautiful mate,” you whispered, "My handsome, gorgeous, incredibly sexy, and beautiful mate." 

For the first time in a while, Cass was stunned, unable to respond as quickly as he was used to. Your words held a certain reverence to them, a sincerity that made him melt into your touch— made him melt into your voice itself. Before you, Cassian never knew himself as something gentle, as something capable of softness and sensitivity. But here he was before you, in all of his warrior glory, feeling like a child with a playground crush. And there you were, staring at him like he was the most exquisite thing you’d ever laid eyes on. So when words failed him, Cassian did the only thing he saw fit. 

He leaned in to kiss you tenderly, bringing his lips to yours softly. You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him in closer, feeling his warmth against you as he smiled into the kiss. From deep within your chest, you felt a glow— a deep, ethereal, and overwhelming glow. 

Beautiful, his mind echoed, beautiful. 

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You let out a soft sigh as you settled onto the couch with Cassian, pushing yourself further into his warm chest as he wrapped an arm around you. You’d spent the night at the River House, drinking more wine than you could handle and eating almost all of Elain's sweet desserts. There was a smile on your face as your eyes closed, your hearing quickly tuning into the heartbeat of your mate below you. 

You frowned when the sound began to quicken, echoing like a drum in your ears. You pushed yourself up, slightly turning your body and placing a hand on Cassian's chest. When you looked up at him, his face was scrunched, his gaze distant as if lost in contemplation.

Cassian wore a specific face when he was troubled, furrowed brows and a downturn of his lips. He wore it was he was sad or frustrated, when he had thoughts that plagued him at night. The face before you was a troubled one, indeed. But it was less rough than the others he bore, more vulnerable.

You slightly tapped against him with your palm. Cassian blinked at the sensation, then he slowly looked down to meet your eyes with his own. You let your chin fall gently on his chest. 

“What's wrong?”

Cassian managed a smile, shaking his head as he brought his hand to run over your hair. “Nothing.”

You frowned. “Tell me.”

For a moment, Cassian’s thoughts traveled again. Mor’s laugh echoed in his mind, wine glass in hand as she pointed at him. You have the subtlety of a war horn. You’re so loud I can hear you across Prythian. I don’t know how Y/n handles it all the time.

"Am I too loud?" 

His voice came out rushed, drenched in a tinge of what you could only describe as worry— even doubt.

A flicker of surprise passed through your features. “What?”

He let out a sigh. “I don’t know. Mor said something tonight, it just got me thinking.”

“Mor says a lot of things. Especially when she's drunk.”

“I know.” He nodded in agreement, tongue running across his teeth before he let out another sigh. “But she had a point tonight.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Did she?”

He took a moment to take you in, to trace the features of your face with his eyes. Absentmindedly, he ran his hands through your hair. 

“Maybe I am too loud.”

Cassian's voice was defeated now, lips naturally falling into a frown. The crease between his eyebrows was still there as he peered down at you, hand still caressing your head.

You stared at him for a moment before you responded. "You're so loud." 

A flicker of disappointment crossed Cassian's face. But before the thought could spread through his mind, a soft smile graced your features. You gave his chest a small kiss. “But I love it. So very much.”

Cassian’s eyes lit up, a sense of release evident in his features as his lips curved into a smile. The crease between his eyebrows faded. "Really?"

"Absolutely," you affirmed, your voice filled with a sincerity that made his heart flutter. "My world would be too quiet without you."

Cassian’s eyes softened as he looked at you, his thumb gently swiping loose strands away from your forehead. “Yeah?” 

You nodded against him, chin still resting on his chest. “I hear everything I love in your voice.”

He smiled, the bond deep within him singing as he stared at you. He felt you tug at it, felt a roll of warmth run through his body— something gentle, something loving. And for a minute, Cassian could have cried at the sensation, could have cried at the way you looked at him, at how happy he felt. 

With his heart swelling, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“I love you,” he murmured, voice filled with a depth of emotion that he couldn’t quite express in words. He hoped that you could sense it, that you would hear those words and know everything he was trying to say— that you would understand just how much you meant to him, how your love filled him with a sense of peace and belonging he never knew he needed.

With a contented sigh, you snuggled closer to him, feeling his now steady heartbeat beneath your cheek. “I know,” you said, “You practically scream it from the heavens.”

Cassian let out a deep laugh, the sound reverberating through his chest. You felt his body move from under you, felt as the sound caressed you like a pair of warm hands. 

As his laughter subsided, Cassian pulled you closer to him. “I’ll keep shouting it so you’ll always hear it,” he whispered.

A warmth spread through you at his words, a feeling of love so strong it was tangible through that sacred tie that connected you.

“And I’ll keep listening.”

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me not writing angst?? (i’m about to write the most gut wrenching pieces ever) unheard of. but we love a sweet established relationship <3

permanent tag list 🫶🏻: @rhysandorian @itsswritten @milswrites @lilah-asteria

[daydreaming-nerd]

You Want a Baby? (Bat Boys x Female! Reader)

Based off of multiple resquests... and by all means request more of this shit. My Ruhn asks have been kind dry. Would hate for the frat pack to run a train on the reader...

AN: You guys I spent so much time on this I hope it lives up to expectation because this is my kind of thing.

Summary: It's the perfect storm, you're ovulating, all your mates happen to be home and they all want to see you pregnant with their child.

Warnings: Double penetration, breeding kink, size kink, possessive mates, Over stim, literally so many things I'm probably forgetting

Word count: 3738

It was that time of the month, well not THAT time. 

Fae periods were a bitch, that much was true. But fae ovulating? It was a whole different thing. The need to be touched, to be filled, was excruciating. Ever since I had found my mates, three of them to be exact, it was like all those sensations had been heightened. Every time I ovulated, all three of my mates couldn't be present. 

The first time Rhysand was meeting with Tarquin leaving only Cassian and Azriel to fuck me senseless. The next time around it was just Azriel to keep me sated. One of the most memorable times was last year when it was just Rhys and Cassian to help. However, I patiently waited for a day when all three mates would be here to take care of me, a day I secretly hoped would be today. 

I woke up this morning to an empty bed and a note that said they had all gone to Windhaven to check on the Illyrian camps. I didn’t mind their absence too much until later that afternoon when I felt my body start to sweat with need. I went to the bathroom to strip off my clothes, leaving me only in the black lingerie that Azriel had bought me for solstice last year. I couldn’t help but admire myself, running my hands down my body. It wasn’t until then that I realized what was going on, I was ovulating. 

The boys were in Windhaven which meant there was a possibility that they could all be here by tonight. But with the tensions in the Illyrian camps high, I knew it was most likely a long shot. So I spent the day dancing around the townhouse in nothing but my lingerie, loving the feeling of the fresh air on my skin. As the sky got darker I realized my mates weren’t likely to come home. 

I made my way upstairs to our oversized bed and tossed myself on top of the covers. I tried to sleep and push all thoughts of Rhysand’s hands, Azriel’s tongue and, Cassian’s cock from my mind. I was unsuccessful, and ended up finding myself writing all over our shared bed, begging for any kind of friction the sheets offer me. That’s how the boys found me, squirming around our bed in nothing but my lingerie. 

“Well, what do we have here?” Cassian drawled, leaning against the doorway.

I sat up straight, trying to act like I wasn’t about to reach a hand down my panties just seconds ago. 

“I told you both,” Azriel said smugly, walking into the room with Rhysand in tow. 

“Told them what?” I ask bringing my knees to my chest in a lame attempt to cover myself.

“I told them that you were ovulating today,” Azriel smirked. “I’ve been tracking your cycle since I got left out last time,” he looked to Cass and Rhys with a death glare. 

“We got back from Windhaven a few hours and decided to get a drink at Rita’s,” Rhysand explained, stalling towards where I sat on the bed. “We were talking about you.”

“You were?” I ask, sensing the seriousness in Rhysand’s voice. 

“Oh yes we were little one,” Cassian laughs. 

“We were talking about how amazing you would look pregnant,” Rhysand explained, his voice like liquid sex. 

“R-Really?” I say, not trusting my own voice. 

“Yeah,” Cassain answered, taking a step toward me.  “We think we're ready for a baby.” 

“Only if you’re ready though,” Rhys assured me. 

My heart skipped at their words. The idea of carrying any one of their children excited me. I couldn’t lie, I had been thinking about it since my last cycle. 

“What do you think, little one? Gonna let us put a baby in you tonight?” Azriel drawled, leaving a kiss on the shell of my ear. 

I couldn’t even speak, all the intelligent words leaving my brain. All I could think about was how feral the fae were when trying to conceive. My legs would’ve fallen apart if it wasn’t for my arms holding them together. I nodded my head, still unable to think. 

A collective growl filled the room as Azriel grabbed my arms and stood me up in the center of the room, leaving me on display for each of my mates. They closed in on me instantly and I had to crane my neck up to meet each of their gazes. Cassian’s hand slid under the strap of my bra inspecting me thoroughly. 

“Which one of you bought her this little set?” Cassian said, slipping the strap of my bra off my shoulder while Rhysand worked on the opposite strap. 

“I did,” Azriel said, rubbing circles into my hips as he left open mouth kisses on my shoulders. 

“Well thank you Az,” Rhys smirked, unclasping my bra. 

My body felt like it was on fire from three sets of hands roaming up and down it. Even if I closed my eyes I could easily tell who touched me where. The sensation of it all had me tossing my head back on Azriel’s chest, trusting him to support my body. He grasped my hips tightly to keep my knees from buckling as Cassian and Rhys stared at my breasts now free of the tight black lingerie.

“Look at those perfect tits Az,” Rhysand drawled. 

I felt Azriel’s large hand drift up my torso and to my neck pulling me against his body even more so I could feel his hard cock pressed up against my back. His hand on my throat gently pushed my head to look at him as he said back to Rhysand

“They are perfect,” he smirked, craning his neck down to capture my lips in his. 

“And soon they’ll be full of milk,” Cassian pointed out with a smirk, swiping a calloused thumb over my nipple.

Rhysand bends his head down to take one of my aching nipples into his mouth sucking it taut. The gesture catches Cassian’s attention and he leans down to give the same treatment to the other side. The sensation has me arching my back aching to be closer to them. I feel Azriel’s hands grip my hips and yank me against his body again. His hand comes to grip my throat once more as he sticks his tongue down my throat earning a moan from me. I feel Cassian’s lips pull off my tit with a pop as he watches me and Azriel. 

“Gods sometimes I forget how tiny she is,” Cassian drawls running his hands up and down my sides. “Look at her with Az she’s like half his size.” 

Rhys stops his menstrations on my other breast to see what Cassian is talking about, “She’s practically half all our sizes Cass,” Rhys chuckles. 

“Gods I just wanna toss her around like a little doll,” Cassian curses. 

“Do it,” Azriel smirks, pulling his lips from mine. “You know how much she loves it.” 

Cassian says nothing before picking me up by my hips effortlessly and tossing me onto the bed earning an excited squeal from me. 

“Told you,” Azriel beamed with male pride. 

Cassian stalked towards me with Rhys and Azriel hot on his heels and I started moving up the oversized bed towards the headboard. 

“Oh no you don’t,” he smirks, grabbing my ankles and yanking me down the bed. I wait patiently watching Cassian untie the leathers of his pants, my mouth nearly falling open as his large cock springs out. “Come here baby,” he smiles and I eagerly sit up and lick the tip of his cock. 

I looked up at him through my lashes donning my most innocent expression as I took as much of him as I could in my mouth. The rest I pumped with my hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Azriel and Rhys fisting their cocks at the sight of me sucking Cassian off. 

“Good fucking girl y/n,” Cassain moaned tossing his head back in ecstasy. 

I reveled in the salty taste of him, the feeling of every single vein in his cock massaging my tongue. I would never get tired of this, of pleasing my mates.  Cassian pulled me off him and pushed my upper half down on the mattress. My panties are ripped off and discarded somewhere in the room. There goes that set. 

“Stop Cass, make sure she’s ready, I don’t want to tear her,” Rhysand tells Cassian, the voice of a High Lord making its appearance. 

Cassian bends down to inspect my pussy, running a finger through my folds to find me absolutely drenched. “Oh she’s ready alright,” he smiles. “God baby your pussy is so fucking tiny. It’s a miracle you can take us so well.” 

“Cass please,” I whine, nearly coming undone at his words.

Cassian starts pushing his cock in me and the stretch has me backing away from him subconsciously. He grabs my hips and pulls me back towards him, pinning me to the mattress. I had been their mate for a while now but every time they entered me I still felt the stretch. Cassian was right, I was half their size, was a miracle I could take them. 

Cassian started trusting in me at a fast pace and the sound of our skin slapping filled the room. To my right and left Azriel and Rhys continued to stroke their cocks and as much as I longed to put them both in my mouth, Cassian had me in such a state of pleasure I couldn’t focus on anything else. 

“Fuck Cass look at her belly,” Azriel practically moaned. Cassian’s eyes snapped to my stomach where he could see the bulge from his cock thrusting into me. I moaned at the sight. 

“Yeah, you like that baby?” He smirks, leaning over to capture my lips in his. His pace speeds up and within seconds he’s cumming inside of me. 

Cassian pushes his cock in me a couple of times, his attempt at burying his seed deep inside me. He pulls out soon after and I whine at the sudden emptiness. 

“That’s the one that’s gonna get her pregnant,” Cassian beams with male pride, his cock already hardening. 

“Pfft, you wish General.” Azriel scoffs positioning himself between my legs. 

He pushes in slowly and I cry out at the stretch once more. Each glorious inch of him brings immense pain and pleasure. 

“Shhh be a good girl and take it all,” Azriel coos until his hips are flush with mine. “That’s a girl.” he moans as he begins fucking me hard. 

My mind goes to mush almost instantly and the moans coming out of my mouth are damn near feral. The need to be fucked and filled by each of my mates runs so deep in my veins. My hands claw and scrape and find Azriel’s forearms as he slams his hips into me, seeking out his own pleasure. 

“Az please let me cum, I-I’m so c-close,” I mewl, each word hard to get out. 

“Not yet baby, you don’t get to cum until we all have a load in that little pussy,” Rhysand drawls, pumping his cock. “Speaking of, step aside Az I’m not gonna last much longer.” 

“No, I’m not done with her yet,” Azriel growls, his possessive side coming out. 

“You think I can fit in there with you then?” Rhysand asks. 

“Now this I gotta see,” Cassian jests. 

The thought of two cocks fucking my pussy at once has my eyes glazing over and my mouth falling open like I’m in some sort of subspace. 

“I can take it,” I choke out between Azriel’s thrusts. 

“Pick her up Az,” Rhys says, his voice practically dripping with lust. 

Azriel doesn’t stop his minstations as he wraps one of his arms around me, lifting me off the bed. My arms wrap around his neck as my forehead bumps his and he stares me down as he fucks me mid-air.  

“Good girl,” he rasps, proud of how well I’m taking him.

The next thing I know he’s lying me down again, Rhysand’s warm chest replacing the mattress. His hands wander up and down my sides trying to soothe my nerves as Azriel stops moving. 

“Alright little one take a deep breath for me,” Rhys instructs and I can feel him lining his cock up at my entrance. 

I do as I’m told, taking the deepest gulp of air possible, excited for what comes next. The second I let my breath go I feel Rhys pushing his cock into me aside Azriel’s. The stretch is more than any I’ve ever felt before but the sounds escaping Rhys and Azriel’s mouths make it so worth it. Once Rhys is brushing my cervix along with Azriel tears prick my eyes and Cassian is kneeling before me in an instant. 

“Shhh breathe baby,” Cassian coos, glancing down to where both his brothers' cocks are seated inside my pussy. “Fuck, you’re being such a good girl. Just gotta take two more loads and then we’ll let you cum alright?” 

All I  can muster is a shallow nod as Rhys and Azriel begin thrusting in tandem. The constant feeling of fullness has me feeling numb while feeling everything all at once. I arch my back further and Rhys runs a hand down my hip to hold me in place so that he doesn’t slip out. My eyes glance to Azriel who has his eyes fixated on the bulge in my stomach being made by both his and his High Lord’s cock. All the while, Cassian brushes the sweat and hair away from my brow whispering praises to me. 

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” Rhys groans, the vibrations of his chest skittering down my back. 

“Me too,” Azriel moans and within seconds I feel his sperm coating my walls just like Cassian’s. 

Azriel cumming triggers Rhys to cum as well and even though I can still feel Azriel, the load my High Lord put in me is equally as distinct. 

“Holy fuck,” Azriel groans pulling out of me inspecting his work. My breaths are so ragged and my vision so blurred that I can barely make out Rhysand’s voice. 

“Take her Cass,” he mutters, or so I think. My assumptions are proven right when I feel Cassian’s arms snake around me, pulling me off of Rhys’ cock.

 I whimper at the loss of the fullness as Cassian lays me on top of his chest stroking my hair and kissing my brow. My body vibrates and my heart pounds with the need to cum. 

“Poor baby, you wanna cum don’t you?” Cassian coos tilting my chin up to meet his gaze. My eyes are glassed over and my face looks fucked out but I’m still able to nod. 

“Make her cum Cass, I want us each to get one more load in her before we’re done,” Rhysand says, already fisting his cock. 

“Rhys I’m not sure, look at her. I don’t think she can take much more.” Cassian warns, placing me against the pillows and moving down my body. 

“Do you want her pregnant or not?” Rhys snaps.

“Of course I do,” Cassian says. “Can you take three more loads baby?” he asks me. 

“Of course she can,” Azriel says, his cock already at attention from seeing his fucked out mate. 

“I-okay,” I sputter, still vibrating at the need to be touched. At this point, I was practically bucking my hips into Cassian’s face. 

“You want me to lick your pretty clit?” Cassian smirks using one arm to pin my hips to the mattress and the other to spread my folds. 

“Y-yes,” I beg. 

Cassian chuckles, his eyes fixed on my cunt, “Looks like we made quite the mess of her little cunt,” he muses and both Rhysand and Azirel peer down to investigate. 

“Shit Cass it’s spilling out,” Azriel curses. 

“Don’t worry brother,” Cassian assures him, as he presses two fingers inside me, pushing the cum deep inside me. “She won’t waste it. Will you baby?” He smiles at me. 

“No, I w-won’t,” I say, meaning every word my body still shaking. 

“Cass lick her little clit or I will, the poor thing is shaking,” Rhys orders Cassian. 

Cassian doesn’t waste a moment before lowering his mouth to my pussy  and attacking my clit. It only took five kitten licks for me to orgasm harder than ever before. My back arches off the bed and the tension from my body pushes more of my mate’s cum out of my aching hole. 

“Ah ah ah,” Cassian says, pushing two fingers into me again. “What did we say about wasting?” 

“Cass it’s your turn,” Azriel bites close to spilling his load. 

“Spread em’ baby,” Cassian smirks, spreading my legs for me anyway before burying himself inside of me. 

“Oh gods Cass!” I cry out as he starts fucking me relentlessly chasing his own release.

“Fuck I love seeing that little bulge,” Cassian grins, placing a hand over where his cock hit my belly.

 Seconds later he’s spilling his load into me, a sound coming from his mouth that I’ve never heard before.  My vision nearly goes black, the only thing keeping me grounded is Cassian gripping my throat and pulling me up to kiss me as his second orgasm coats my walls. 

“Who’s next?” Cassian asks, pulling out of me. 

“Me,” Both Rhysand and Azriel say at the same time. 

“Back off Az, you got to have her first last time,” Rhys growls. 

Whenever I told people I had three mates they would usually joke about how territorial they would get over me. The irony was that my mates almost  never had a problem sharing me, but tonight? Well, tonight was just one of those nights. When mates were trying to conceive they were practically feral, I was honestly surprised things had gone so smoothly till now. 

“Yeah, and I literally had to share her pussy with you!” Azriel roars. 

Cassain drags me up to lay my upper half on his chest so he can run a hand through my hair and whisper praises to me.

“I’m pulling rank, as your High Lord I’m going first,” Rhysand orders, nudging my entrance. 

“Fuck off Rhys,” Azriel says continuing to fist his cock. 

Rhys pushes his cock inside me with a groan as he bottoms out. My body shudders and on instinct, I move away from him but he grips my hips and brings me down his cock again fucking into me hard. 

In my haze my head falls to the side, my cheek grazing Cassian’s abs, the very ones he let me rut on to get off a few weeks ago, and I meet Azriel. He looks glorious, pumping his cock while watching Rhysand fuck my hole. On instinct, I reach my tongue out and lap at the head of his cock catching his immediate attention. 

“You wanna suck it baby?” He muses brushing his cock against my lips. I open my mouth wide, sticking my tongue out in response.

 I know I’m so fucked out I can barely wrap my lips around him but Rhys pulling rank seemed like a dick move and I wanted to remedy it in any way I could. Azriel pushes his cock into my mouth letting out a guttural moan in the process. 

“Good fucking girl,” Azriel moans and it spurs me on to suck him even harder as he fucks my mouth. 

“Oh fuck,” Rhys roars cumming into me for the second time tonight. He knows better than to stay seated in me longer than necessary and pulls out as soon as possible. Azriel’s cock follows, his cock leaving my mouth with a bead of saliva dripping from it.  

“Are you fucked out my love?” Azriel croons, grabbing my jaw to face him. It’s evident from my hazy eyes that I am.

“One more load sweetheart,” Rhys whispers, pressing a kiss to my brow. “You want a baby in your belly don’t you?” 

“Uh huh,” I rasp still unable to form actual words. 

“Open,” Azriel orders his grip on my jaw tightening.  

Of all my mates Azriel was always the most dominant. I loved to test Rhys and Cassian, but when it came to Az? I knew it was in my best interest to be a good girl. 

So just like I had a million times before I opened my mouth nice and wide for him. His hand gripped my jaw, keeping it open before he spit in my mouth. 

“Now swallow,” he growled and I followed his orders once again. I opened my mouth to show him I had been a good girl and he rewarded me by pushing his cock inside me. 

“What was that about Az?” Cassian laughed stroking my hair. 

“Grounding her, if I’m gonna pump a load in her I want her to feel it,” Azriel groans. “We’ve done it before, haven't we baby?” he asks me and I nod enthusiastically. 

Rhys wipes the sweat from my brow as Cassian presses a hand down where Azriel’s cock makes a bulge in my belly. 

“She’s gonna cum Az,” Cassian informs his brother. 

“Fuck I can feel it. Her tiny cunt is squeezing me so tight I can barely fuck her.” Azriel groans. “Ready baby?” Azriel asks me and I nod once more. “1…2…3…Fuckkk,” Azriel moans, spilling his seed into me.

Despite the haze that fills my head I can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment knowing I did it.  I gave each of my mates two orgasms the evidence dripping from my sore cunt, wait fuck. 

“Waste!” is the only word I can get out as I feel all six loads of cum spilling out of me. 

“Shh, it’s okay mate,” Azriel coos, pressing a kiss to my brow laying down on the side that wasn’t occupied by Rhys. “Cass plug her up,” Azriel continues. 

 Without warning, two of Cassian’s fingers slide into my pussy keeping their combined cum from leaking out. 

“Get comfortable mate,” Cassian chuckles. “We’re gonna have to sleep like this.” 

And sleep I do. With Cassian behind me, my head on Rhys’ chest, and Azriel using my stomach as a pillow I’m out within minutes. I don’t know what the future holds as far as children go, but I’d say this was a good first attempt at conceiving.

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Creampie/Breeding/Rough Sex

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Your back was slammed against the wooden door as soon as it closed, your heart pounding in your chest. You threw your head back against the door as Cassian licked a stripe up your neck, a loud moan escaping your lips.

"Do you think it's fun to tease me like that, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice low and dark, almost guttural. He nibbled roughly at the tender skin of your neck, his teeth surely going in deep enough to draw blood. "Do you think it's fun to tease me like that in front my of brother... the Valkyries?"

You gripped his shoulders, your nails digging in as his hands roamed your body, leaving a trail of hot fire in their wake. You were unable to find words as Cassian continued to kiss and bite you, your mind overwhelmed by desire.

"Answer me," he commanded in that Lord of Bloodshed voice of his. It sent a fresh wave of heat to your already throbbing pussy. You loved it when he was commanding like this.

You sucked in a sharp breath as you forced your mind to work. "I didn't mean to, Cass," you whined, hoping he could find it in his heart to forgive you for your teasing. "Please."

He chuckled as he gripped your hips in his broad hands, hoisting you up so your legs were wrapped around his waist. "Are you begging already? You didn't listen to me begging earlier when you kept grinding that perfect ass of yours against me during training. So what makes you think I'm going to listen to you?"

Despite yourself, you smiled, feeling proud that you had riled up the General this much. Alright, maybe you had innocently ground your hips against him. Maybe you had worn tighter leathers than usual, opting for the ones that showed off the athletic curve of your ass and the plump flesh of your thighs.

But you hadn't intended for it to turn out this way, with a horny and angry Cassian. But with the way he was kissing and biting and grabbing you... you regret nothing.

"Just fuck me, Cassian. Or I swear I will walk out of this room, and you won't be able to touch me for a week."

Cassian pulled away, a predatory gleam in his eye. You could see the war in his mind, trying to decide between giving in to your wishes or running the risk of not touching you. You were just as competitive as him, and he knew you would stick to your word.

It seemed the male part of his brain won, and he let out a groan that rattled the windows. "Remember, sweetheart..." he said with a grin, leaning in to whisper in your ear, his breath ghosting across your neck, "you asked for it. I won't be gentle."

You smiled back at him triumphantly, brows raised in expectation. "I don't want gentle. Fuck me, Lord of Bloodshed."

As soon as the words left your lips, Cassian pulled you from the door, his hands gripping your hips tight enough to leave bruises. The air left your lungs as he threw you onto the bed, the mattress groaning slightly under your frame. He wasted no time in ripping your leathers off your body, and you whined as he threw the ruined material into the corner of the room.

"Did you really hate them that much?" you asked as he knelt by the bed, his massive wings dragging along the floor.

Cassian grinned as his eyes roamed over your now-naked body, and you felt your pussy clench as the hunger in his eyes. "Quite the opposite, sweetheart," he said, his voice almost a growl. "I liked them a little too much."

You opened your mouth to snap back at him about how those leathers cost almost a whole paycheck, but your words turned into a moan as Cassian licked a hot stripe up your core. Your back arched off the bed, your fingers clawed the sheets as he tasted you like a starved male. He fucked you with his tongue, and then he moved up to circle your clit. Back and forth, in and out... It was amazing, but you needed more.

"Cass," you moaned, moving your hand down to grip his hair. "Please fuck me. Now."

Cassian pressed a final, gentle kiss to your cunt before pulling away and standing to his full height. His face was covered in your wetness, and he darted his tongue out to lick up as much as he could. He moved his hand down to unlace his trousers, his fingers trembling slightly from his own need. "Since you asked so nicely..."

You groaned as his cock was freed from his pants, his tip red and leaking. He was so incredibly big, and every time, you wondered how in the fuck your body managed to take all of him.

Cassian grabbed your ankles, pulling your body down until your ass was hanging over the edge of the bed. He opened your legs, placing your feet as wide as they would go, and you could feel your hips screaming in protest at the strange position.

"Keep those pretty legs open for me," Cassian murmured as he ran the tip of his cock through your wetness, coating it.

You moaned as he pushed into you with a single thrust, not giving your body time to adjust as he began to fuck you. Hard. It was the hardest he had ever taken you, and you fucking loved it.

"Yes, yes yes," you screamed, moving your hands down to grip his forearms as he held your hips to the bed. Your breasts jumped with every thrust, and you could feel his balls slapping against your ass. The room was filled with the sound of your screams and his grunts, all mixed with the wet sound of skin slapping on skin.

"Oh fuck, sweetheart," Cassian moaned, his head thrown back in pleasure. "You take me so fucking well. Your cunt is so tight around me... drives me crazy..."

You smiled as you listened to his pleasure-riddled babbles, his mind seemingly lost to pleasure. You felt that familiar tightness in your lower belly, a sign that your climax was close. You trailed your hand down your body to rub your clit, needing that last bit of stimulation to go over the edge.

"Fuck yes, baby," Cassian whined, his eyes on your finger and his cock moving in and out of you. "I love it when you touch yourself like that. So beautiful."

"Cass," you moaned, your eyes closing as your orgasm washed over you. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming. Oh gods. Oh gods."

Cassian picked up his pace, his grip on your hips tight. "That's it. Milk my cock, sweetheart." His pace began to falter as his own climax washed upon him.

You mastered your mind enough to say, "Fill me up, Cassian. Put a fucking baby in me." The words came from a deep, primal part of you, and you immediately regretted them as they left your lips.

But that regret was washed away as Cassian moaned, his mouth open in pleasure. With a final thrust, you felt his cock twitch deep inside you, his cum coating your walls.

"You like it when I fill you up with my cum, yeah?" Cassian taunted, his hips still moving as he pushed all of his cum deep. "Want me to breed you, sweetheart? Is that what you want?"

You nodded, your chest rising and falling as you fought to catch your breath. "Yes, baby," you whispered, your hand moving up to cup his face.

Cassian leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before reluctantly pulling out. You felt his cum rush out of you onto the bed, and you whined at the feeling of him leaving you.

He moved his index finger across your slit, gathering as much of his cum as he could before pushing it back in. "We can't let that go to waste, now can we?"

You grinned at him, already feeling fresh waves of desire washing over your body. "Or," you said, sitting up to grab Cassian's already hardening cock, "you could just fill me up again."

Cassian wasted no time in gripping your hips, flipping you over onto your stomach. He leaned down, his chest against your back, his voice a low whisper as he said, "Let me get you pregnant, sweetheart."

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I fell in love with the idea that Damian was doing graffiti with his friends but none of his family members knew it was him, that was a really funny idea

Jason: I have to admit that my graffiti with Roy in Crime Alley wasn't bad

Damian: really. I thought you would be angry because, well, you were made half naked by that person

Jason: Actually I think it's kinda hot

Damian: *Immediately planning to make them kiss later

Steph: I quite like the graffiti that J.B made for me

Damian: I have to admit, Brown, you don't deserve anything that good

Steph: You're just jealous because you didn't get yours from him, maybe he doesn't like you, kid

Damian: I don't need something like that, it just insults my name

Steph: Well if one day he makes you and you smile you owe me 10 dollars

Damian: tt

Dick: That guy captured how hot I was really well

Dick: *starts talking about all the things that should be included

Damian: *Regret following his friend's idea

Cass: Love the graffiti

Damian: That's pretty good but still not enough for you Cain

Cass: still love it

Damian: *Regretting doesn't make it better

Cass: Are you sad, he might want to make you

Damian: I don't need that tt

Cass: I'll ask him

Damian: *Regret again because appeared in front of Cass

Tim: I'm glad someone wants to appreciate my existence since you tried to kill me

Damian: You shouldn't be happy Drake, just because one person makes you doesn't mean you're famous

Tim: look who jealous now, just because he don't get one

Damian: tt fuck you

Harper: that person make better graffiti in one night than Cullen in one week about me

Cullen: Don't pretend to forget that you also tried to make one but failed, sis. This means he is much more talented than you

Harper: Nuh uh

Cullen: Don't use what I teach against me, I dare you

Damian: *Just listen and watch this match

Duke: I guess I'll have to look this guy up and thank him, that graffiti is amazing

Damian: You don't need to do that Thomas, he made it mean he doesn't care if you thank him or not

Duke: I still want to do them, I think there are only a few that he hasn't made yet

Damian: yeah tt

Kate: I'm so hot on that graffiti, and so are you Luke

Luke: Yes, I need to admit it. But aren't there only three left?

Damian: I don't think so because that guy made some for the Rouge's to

Kate: Isn't it true I haven't seen him, I guess he'd make all Gotham freak then

Luke: probably

Selina: So O and I have already gotten one, doesn't that mean the only ones left are the two of you

Bruce: No. I got one too I checked, And it says fuck you

Selina: he doesn't like you then, that means now there's only one left that doesn't have one

Bruce: yeah

Damian: *Makes a super duper big about himself in the middle of the city

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You are my heaven (Bruce Wayne x f!reader) Part 2

It was supposed to be a little imagine of a dark and lonely Bruce Wayne switching place with another Bruce Wayne from a parallal universe, but I wrote more than I thought. It'll be into 2 parts, except if you ask for more. <3

You can find part 1 of this here.

Warnings: no proof reading, language, mention of blood and killing, angst/comfort

He met you up at the Italian restaurant and loved to place a hand on the small of your back. He loved even more how you instinctively leaned into his touch and side. He really couldn't go back to his world. This place was heaven, and he was going to take such good care of his new people.

He listened to everything you said and actually answered. He never checked on his phone and didn't show any sign of being in the rush. You noticed how relaxed he seemed. Just before the dessert, he even reached for your hand and gently kissed it. He openly flirted with you and did his best to make you laugh. It was his favourite sound, with your moans of pleasure.

"You're in a good mood today," You finally commented. "You even took the time to talk to the kids this morning. And not to order them stuff about patrol, " You whispered

It hit Bruce. Of course, the "kids" were the vigilantes he saw working with Batman. He couldn't imagine how amazing it must be to work with other people. To be the mentor of those people, too. Their leader. Maybe even their father? They were all so young, they clearly needed someone to be there for them. And you cared for them, like a mother.

"I... Last night was a little bit complicated, and I realise how lucky I am, that’s all," Bruce replied, hoping you might know something

"Yes, Dick and Cass told me you got attacked by that mad scientist and that he threw at you some weird potion. Luckily, nothing happened. You were a little bit dizzy when you came back home, and you instantly went to bed. I helped you undress, and you fell asleep on me, " You hummed. "Anyway, I'm happy if things…” You trailed off

“If things?” Bruce tried to get you to finish your sentence

“Could... be better, " You admitted and looked away

Bruce was speechless for a few moments. Were you saying that the Bruce of this world neglected his people? His own people? You? He fucking didn't deserve any of this then. It was making things so easy, no guilt, no mercy.

"What do you mean, love?" He asked with a tilt of the head. You still refused to meet his eyes as you answered:

"Well... You haven't been around a lot lately. I can't even remember the last time we had lunch together. And you... you aren't the nicest with the children... Jason came to see me for comfort after another argument with you. Steph had a nap with me on the couch after you pushed her too much during training..." You explained. 

You didn't want to ruin the moment, but you weren't too sure when you would be able to tell him about all of this. For once, he seemed open to the discussion and wasn’t distracted with his work. However, his silence worried you a little bit. Actually, Bruce was angry. It was obvious that the Bruce of this universe didn't know his luck. He was going to be better - oh, so much better - than him. It was a promise. He kissed your hand again

"I'm so sorry. I'll do better. With everyone." He told you, and you finally looked at him, astonished. You had expected some justifications or denials, not this.

"I'm so... relieved. Maybe you could have a little talk with all the kids? And I know that your relationships with the members of the Justice League were getting tense, too. We haven't invited the Kents at home in so long." You babbled. 

Bruce could tell how much you cared about the family and that you decided to push your luck. You wanted your children to be happy, and you wished for Bruce to do better with his friends as well. You were so caring. Bruce was falling even deeper in love with you, and he didn’t think that was possible.

"I will. I promise. What about us?" He asked. 

Of course, he was going to do his best for all those people he didn't know yet, but what he wanted the most was to be a good husband to you. He had fantasied about your life together so badly, and now that it was happening, it needed to be perfect.

You didn't reply right away, trying to quickly think.

"What about us?" You finally said

"I haven't been the best to you either," Bruce guessed

"You saw the divorce papers I asked from our lawyer, didn't you?" You internally cursed yourself. You should have been better

Bruce silently panicked but didn't show anything. Oh the fucker was really ruining everything. He needed to make you forget about this divorce. You were finally his wife, he wasn't going to lose you or let you go. You were his, like he belonged body and soul to you.

"Love,..." He started, but you cut him off

"I was just thinking about it, but I... I don't want to leave the family. It was just in case things went downhill, " You explained, a little bit concerned of what the man was thinking

"It won't," He reassuringly smiled at you

"What?"

"It won't go downhill. I'll do anything you all need from me. I'm so lucky to have all of you in my life. I can't take this luck for granted. I'll do better, " He promised

You weren't too sure Bruce wasn't lying, but you wanted to believe him so badly.

Bruce found a folder with information on all the people in Bruce's life on the batcomputer, and he was grateful for that. It allowed him to know about his history with everyone and to act on consequences. He did talk to everyone and tried to make things better. He apologised and offered his help. He took some time for everyone. He showed he was eager to make an effort. He showed he wanted everyone to be happy around him. He showed he was there for his people.

He also found the mad scientist.

He interrogated him in Arkham Asylum. The man hadn't thought a new Batman would come. He just thought it would send the Dark Knight into another world, and that was it. Bruce asked if there was a way to get the real Bruce back. The mad scientist refused to answer at first before admitting that yes, there was. After all, portals could go both ways. Bruce went to the scientist's repair and destroyed everything before paying hitmen to kill the man. There was no way he would come back to Hell. No way. He would even kill the former Bruce himself if he had to.

The night he came back from the scientist’s repair, he was his most charming self to you, bringing you a beautiful necklace full of diamonds. As he helped you put it on, he complimented you and kissed your skin. He seduced you all night.

In the bath with you, his hands never left your skin. He gently washed your body and hair. He tenderly massaged cream onto you. He covered you in kisses until you would giggle under his nonstop attention. You truly hoped Bruce would keep acting like that because you were falling back in love with him. Hard. You were happy, and you clearly didn't want to get a divorce anymore.

A few days later, you and the children had lunch all together. Without Bruce.

You all decided that a conversation was a necessity because “what was going on with the man for fuck's sake?”. It was impossible he changed that much in such a short period of time. It was obvious something happened with the mad scientist. But weirdly enough, he was now dead and his work was destroyed...

"It's not Bruce," Tim finally said

"What do you mean?" You frowned

"It's not the Bruce we knew. From what I've been able to find, the scientist was studying portals through different parallel universe" Tim added

"You're saying that... He switched of Bruces from two different worlds?" You asked

"I think it's what happened, yes." Tim nodded, and you all stayed silent for a little while

"What do we do?" Duke asked

"This Bruce is nicer," Jason commented

"And more caring," Stephanie added

"But it is not our father." Damian frowned

"But he is acting like one..." Dick replied

"And like a husband." Cass added "His body language... He is so in love with you, Y/N… Like he would do anything for you."

"I... I know.” You paused “Maybe we all deserve some happiness"

“Are you saying we should pretend we don’t know anything? Barbara asked “It’s true that the Bruce we had was… challenging, but he all saved us. And kinda took care of us. We don’t know what this man will do in the long run” she added, and you were forced to agree with her

“Let me talk to him” You offered, and everyone agreed.

You weren’t too sure when it would be the right moment to speak with your new husband about the situation.

One evening, as you were snuggled up in his embrace, you felt like it was the right time. It was only the two of you, and the day has been quite good for Bruce, so he was relaxed. You kissed his collarbone to bring his attention back to you. He instantly put his book down to look at you.

"Yes, love?" He hummed

“Who are you?” You whispered with a bite of your bottom lip

“What? You know who am I” Bruce pretended to laugh it off, but he tensed a little bit

“You’re different. The kids are little detectives, and they think you are coming from a parallel universe. And… I can believe that” You explained

“Why?” 

“Because my husband liked me, but never worshipped me like a divinity of love” You softly smiled

“Well, he should have” Bruce groaned

“So, this is true, right? You came from another universe. And the man I married is there, instead of you?” You asked

Bruce cupped your face and leaned his forehead against yours. He had been the happiest man in the world the past few weeks. He finally had everything he ever wanted and needed. He would sell his soul in exchange for keeping this life. He was terrified you would cast him away.

“He didn’t deserve you. Any of you. I guess he’s there, yes, but I don’t really know. And I don’t care. I want to stay here. Haven’t I been good to you? Don’t you want to keep me? Haven’t I been better than he was?” He pleaded.

You heard the fear and despair in his voice.

“Your world isn’t as nice as here then?” You asked 

“My Alfred died when I turned 18, so I never had the time to adopt any of the children. I did my best as Batman and CEO of Wayne Enterprises, but I’m alone and lonely. Maybe I fucked up too, because my life is a just a mess. I don’t know, but this is Heaven and my world is Hell.”

“We’re not married either?” You wondered

“I’m too much of a loser to interest you. No matter how madly in love I am with you. No matter how much I’ve always wanted to worship you. I’m so happy to finally have you as my wife. I’ll always cherish you.” He admitted and promised

You stayed silent, not knowing what to do anymore. This place was clearly a fresh and happy start for the man in front of you. But what about the Bruce Wayne of this world? Wasn’t it a cruel punishment to leave him in such a lonely place? At the same time, you weren’t sure the man you married would even take care of you like you now were. And you would miss that very much. The children deserved a better father, too. Jason actually started to hang out with this new Bruce. And now Jason knew it wasn’t the same man who betrayed him. Their relationship would be even better. There were so many advantages...

“Keep me” The man begged you “I’ll do anything you want” He whispered again

“I… do want you to stay. But I feel awful knowing he is in your world. Alone.” You admitted

“I can make you forget about him” Bruce offered before kissing you, his thoughts on ways to make everyone forget about the “real” Bruce Wayne.

He was going to stay in Heaven, no matter the price, no matter the sacrifice, no matter what. You kissed him back before gently pushing him away.

“What if he comes back?” You asked “Would you hurt him?” You continued

Bruce didn’t answer, so you knew he would kill him without hesitation. He was a love, attention, and touch starved man. He knew what it was to be so broken that nothing could work out. 

“Barbara and Damian… They need some convincing to not find a way and save the Bruce we knew. I still feel bad but… if I loved him, I know I’ve never felt for him what I’m feeling for you” You whispered

Bruce’s eyes lit up. Being loved by you because he was Bruce Wayne was a thing, but being loved by you because of who he was was so much better. He didn’t know what to say, so he deeply kissed you over and over again.

“Love you, love you so much. You’ll be happy with me. Everyone will be happy with me.” He whispered in between kisses

“You promise?” You breathlessly asked 

“I promise, my love”

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Part 3

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Thank you for the amazing fiction "the little things" could you please make a similar one with inner circle teasing azriel for being a shimp for his mate(younger archeron reader) of that's OK?

Azzy baby

Azriel was mesmerized with you. Had been from day one and even now months later he still couldn’t focus on anything else while you spoke. And even when you didn’t, he still watched the way you listened to everyone else. He wasn’t big on public affection yet he always pulled your chair closer to his. One arm draped over the back of it, casually caressing your shoulder from time to time. Or he would reach for your hand pulling it to his thigh and holding it there the whole night.

Not to mention that Azriel loved it when you played with his hands. He never thought he could experience something so simple. So probably not special to many. But he drank in any form of affection he got from you. From your sparkling eyes, the moment you saw him waiting for you by the library stairs. To the way you grasped his arm as you two walked through Velaris, leaning into his side. Or reach to intertwine your fingers together once the crowd got too big for your liking.

“Az”, your soft voice pulls him out of a daydream as he hums at you. A soft laugh slips past your lips, “Lost you for a moment there. Daydreaming?”, you tease him softly and he can’t hide a smile on his face. Something that used to be so easy as well. “Always when you’re around”, he brushes a strand of your hair away, leaning in to place a kiss on your cheek. “Girls are going for a walk, I will join them”, you mutter, convinced that he didn’t hear that part of the conversation.

“I will join you”, he pushes his chair back. “Oh, you will not”, Nesta shakes her head. “Strictly lady walk, spymaster”, Mor smirks at him once Azriel throws her an annoyed look. “Stay with your brothers”, you cup his cheek, “We won’t be long, promise”. He reaches out, hand on the back of your neck as he pulls you in, crashing his lips to yours. But you’re being pulled away from him way too soon and he can’t help but growl. “You’ll eat our sister’s face another time”, Nesta chirps. Enjoying this way too much.

“You are a goner”, Rhys lets out a laugh once you all have made it down the patio stairs. Azriel’s eyes still following you. “Look at how he looks at her”, Cassian adds, “Oh, brother, where is our cold unreachable Azriel?”. The spymaster shoots them a death glare. “I can wipe you both out on the mats, don’t get cocky”, he grunts. “Look at the scowl, missing your girl, Azzy baby”, Cass cooed, and for not even a moment a sweet sticky bun was launched at him.

“No, you can’t be taking part in violence”, Rhys snickered, while Cassian was left to gasp, “I will tell on you”, he threatens. “Don’t you fucking dare”, Azriel grunted but Cass was already running for the glass door, leaping into the sky. “Cassian, I swear to…”, and Azriel is rushing after him. “Got to be fast, Az, Cassian can play a victim well”, Rhys practically sang from behind. “Fuck you, Rhys”, the spymaster flipped his high lord over his shoulder before batting his wings in the hope of catching his brother.

[haveihitanerve]

Cassandra Cain is the biggest fucking Daddys Girl in the world, she is the only one, besides Dick Grayson, who understands the things Bruce says and does as caring and wanting to bond or be a better father instead of thinking hes being overbearing or annoying (even tho he is being annoying but she recognizes he loves her/all of them and just wants to protect them and doesnt think theyre unworthy by doing it) She is an unapologetic Batman fan and constantly wears his merch and rants (in sign language or otherwise) about how amazing he is and how good a person he is and how Gotham is better off with him than without and Bruce panics and is like "cass baby girl i love you but please stop posting seven page long essays about how much you love me, someone might find out i am batman" but Cass never listens because she just loves her dad so much and no one can take that from her and shes the one who smacks jason upside the head when he goes on rants about B and shes the one who holds damians hand and whispers translations in his ear when bruce is going on an angry, panic induced rant after he disapeared for three days and bruce was worried god damn it not pissed off that robin didnt go on patrol and yeah. just good daughter cassandra cain, the biggest fucking batman/bruce wayne fangirl in the world with her good dad bruce wayne.

[lalacliffthorne]

modern!Cassian knows the difference between grumpy and in need of a nap.

if I'm ever grumpy - I probably just need a nap. 🤍 first modern!Cass drabble, bc I need a cuddle and this man has my whole heart.

Rain drummed against the windows as the second knock echoed through my apartment, and with a low growl, I ripped open the door.

My eyes found a wide chest. Then they went up, and up, until they found hazel ones.

I glared.

"What?"

Cassian blinked, his dark eyes slowly dragging down and over my body, and I tried to fight the way my heart leapt against my ribs at the warm intensity with which he looked at me, every time, without fail.

One of Cassian's brows quirked up and slowly, a lazy twinkle spread through his iris.

"You okay there, baby?"

Fighting the warm shiver his warm, deep voice always seemed to cause, I glared up at him in annoyance, crossing my arms over my chest. "Peachy."

Cassian was still staring down at me, and one corner of his lips slowly curved upwards until a dimple formed in his cheek and my breath nearly caught in my throat. Then he squinted in thought.

"Have you eaten anything today?"

Pulling myself together and scowling up at him, I crunched my brows. "Yeah, why?"

"Showered?"

I felt my glare deepen. "Are you saying I smell?"

Cassian huffed, even as his grin widened. "No, and even if you did - you always smell fucking amazing, so -"

Trying to ignore the way his words caused my heart to leap high, I rolled my eyes.

For another second, Cass stared down at me with inquisitively narrowed eyes. Then he asked: "Napped?" The crease in his cheek deepened.

I huffed and sent him a glare, feeling my head thrum in annoyance.

"No, because as I've told you, I've been working on this stupid paper for the past few days now and -"

"Right." Cass nodded and stepped over the threshold. His scent washed over me, and I nearly stepped back when his warm chest bumped against mine, but before I could, his deep voice rumbled through me. "Let's change that."

Something dipped gently in my chest, and I felt my eyes narrow slightly as my scowl deepened and my head jerked back in annoayance. "Wha-"

Cass leaned down, and my heart leapt into my throat when he wrapped his arm around my legs and straightened up, lifting me over his shoulder.

My feet left the ground, and a soft squeak left me that turned into a breathless huff when Cassian's wide shoulder pressed into my stomach, making all air leave my lungs with a swoosh.

I scoffed, blinking and kicking my feet lightly.

"What the fuck -"

Cassian's body vibrated with his deep, warm laugh, his head tipping back lightly as he easily shut the front door with his heel. Then a warm weight settled on my ass, and I could feel Cass chuckle as his big palm patted my behind, grin audible in his voice. "You can thank me later."

Glaring into space, I deflated, flopping against him in defeat.

"I hate you,", I grumbled without heat.

"Damn, baby, that's harsh." Cassian crunched his brows casually as he kicked off his sneakers before he started to make his way through the small hall into my bedroom, his steps shaking my body. "Here I thought you were in love with me or somethin'."

I glowered at his backside. "Seriously debating that right now."

Though the view was nice.

Cassian's body shook with his chuckle as he crossed my bedroom, then he leaned down slightly. I marvelled at the fact that he was able to crouch even with me deadweight on his shoulder, momentarily forgetting that I was annoyed at him - the view really was nice. But then Cass let me slip off his shoulder, gently placing me back on my feet, and I glared up at him.

"I can't take a nap."

"You can always nap." Cassian's brown crunched in a matter-of-fact way even as dimples formed in his cheeks, and I huffed.

"No, you idiot; I mean I don't have time, I need to finish that stupid paper -"

"Baby, last night you said you were nearly finished, which in your world means it's all written and already at least half-edited. And since you still have a week until you need to hand it in and you've been at this for days,", Cassian raised his brows, his lips curving until creases dug into his cheeks, "you're done for today. So get your sweet little ass into bed." He winked.

"Shouldn't you buy me dinner first?", I bit back, trying to ignore how suddenly, I could feel the tiredness in every bone of my body.

Cassian chuckled, and my heart leapt into my throat when his hands slipped up to frame my face. Cass dropped his chin to press his lips against my temple, and I could feel him grin against my skin, then he mumbled: "I'll gladly buy you take-out later if you take a nap with me."

I glowered, desperately fighting the way my heart shuddered at his close proximity, his scent filling my lungs and how my body wanted to lean into his warm, wide chest.

"Hm?" Cassian raised his head and tipped my chin up to raise his brows at me, his grin slowly growing. "C'mon, baby, I know you want to."

Glowering up at him, I managed to fight back for a few more seconds. Then my shoulders sagged, my body melted into him, and I grumbled and buried my face in his sweatshirt, mumbling muffledly: "I really hate you."

I could feel Cassian chuckle, his body vibrating as he dropped his head and grinned into my hair. "Ouch. Should I leave or -"

Whining softly and grabbing at his sweatshirt, I somehow managed to pull back enough to glare up at him grumpily. Cassian's smile widened until dimples dug into his cheeks, and my heart leapt weakly into my throat when he arched a brow.

"Not hearing an actual no here, honey -"

"I dare you,", I grumbled into his hoodie, glowering up at him, and Cassian actually laughed. His shoulders shook as his head tipped back, and my gaze dragged over the curve of his throat, his strong jaw and the way his eyes crinkled with his wide smile.

"Alright." Dropping his head and grinning down at me, Cassian brushed some hair out of my face, his twinkling eyes piercing mine as his tattooed fingers gently grazed my cheek. "Not going anywhere, noted." His grin grew into a smirk. "Now get your ass into bed, baby."

I sighed and let myself sink further into his towering, solid body, my chin propped against his chest as I blinked up at him. "Need to save everything first and turn off my laptop and -"

Cassian grinned and dropped his head, and my breath caught in my throat when he kissed my cheek, warm, long, lingering. The scent of his cologne rose into my nose, leaving me dizzy as my fingers grasped at his sweatshirt, then his rough hands slipped to the nape of my neck. Gently, they pulled my head back, and I barely had time to suck in a soft breath before his lips grazed over the corner of my mouth. Then they pressed onto mine, slow, lazy and causing my heart to leap high.

My eyes fluttered as my fingers dug into his sides, my knees wobbled, and a soft sound broke from the back of my throat that caused Cassian's lips to curve against mine until he was grinning. His fingers slipped into my hair, tangling into the strands, then he kissed me deeper, harder, unhurried, his tongue tracing over mine, and I nearly whimpered as I sunk into him, feeling his head bow to follow me and tall body holding mine up.

Cass gently sank his teeth into my bottom lip and chuckled at the small sound breaking from my chest. Then he slowly pulled back, and when I blinked, head swimming and heart pounding, he stared down at me, lips curving upwards and green spots in his iris melting into a warm, glowing mess.

"I-" I blinked and felt my brows crunch, trying to remember what it was that I had wanted to do, something that had seemed very important -

Cassian chuckled and let his hands slip from my neck, one sliding down my back to give my ass a light squeeze. "I got it."

I felt my breath hitch and lightly hit his abs, and Cassian's grin grew, creases digging into his cheek when a light chuckle left him. He dipped his head to press another warm, lingering kiss onto my cheek, then he winked and turned around.

Staring after him, at the shift in his wide shoulders under his sweatshirt and the hair brushing his neck and the tattoos rising over his collar, I blinked only when he disappeared from view.

Suddenly, I was aware of how exhausted I felt. My head had picked up its gentle thrumming now that I wasn't focusing anymore, my eyes were aching and burning, and when I turned to look longingly at my bed, any pretences left crumbled.

Cass was right.

I really needed a break.

Slowly turning around, I shuffled to shimmy out of my wide joggers. Kicking off my socks and pulling my big sweatshirt over my head, I dragged the t-shirt I slept in out from under the unmade covers. It was far too big and wide, and even though I had been sleeping in it for a few days now, it still smelt like the man it actually belonged to, warm and dark and addicting.

Barely keeping myself from burying my nose in the fabric, I slowly dragged it over my head. Then I sluggishly switched on the fairy lights, the previously cool and grey bedroom lighting up in a gentle, warm glow, and slinking over the soft carpet, I climbed onto the mattress. Burying myself under the thick blanket, I blinked tiredly.

Heavy footsteps entered the room, and when I looked over my shoulder, my heart did a gently skip against my ribs at the sight of Cassian's tall body. He moved to lower the blinds slightly, even though the sky outside was already gloomy and grey, then he turned around.

My breath caught softly when he pulled his sweatshirt and the t-shirt underneath over his head in one go, shoulders flexing when he carelessly tossed it to the side. My gaze greedily dragged over his torso, the curve of his wide shoulders and the smooth lines of his chest, muscles shifting under the dark, intricate shapes of his tattoos when he leaned down to pull the blanket up.

His hazel eyes caught mine, and slowly, Cassian started to grin, until deep creases formed in his cheeks. "Like what you see, baby?"

Huffing, I rolled my eyes and flipped him off tiredly, and Cassian laughed, the sound travelling through my bones and settling in my heart. Then the mattress dipped under his weight, and a soft, content sound broke from my throat when I felt his warm, massive body join me under the thick blanket.

Curling up with a soft, tired shudder, I readily raised my elbow, feeling Cassian's heavy, muscled arm slide beneath it and around my waist. Then he pulled me back, until I was snugly pressed into his chest, his body warm and solid in my back. His legs slid up to tuck under mine, thighs tangling with my calves, and his biceps slipped under my head to drag me further back into him, until there was no place we weren't touching.

My breath caught gently, and warmth rose in my chest, swelling and bubbling.

Cassian slid his rough, warm palm up my arm, and through heavy lids I watched as his long, tattooed fingers tangled with mine until they were linked together, the inked images on the back of his hand shifting with his muscles. My tired gaze trailed over his forearm, the veines prominent under his tanned skin, and something began fluttering against my ribs, quicker with every second until my breath shuddered softly.

Quickly dropping my head, I nuzzled my nose against Cassian's skin, feeling my eyes droop even as the feeling of his warm, massive body in my back caused my heart to thrum gently.

"Don't let me sleep for too long, 'kay?" My mumble was nearly incoherent, sleep already reaching for me.

Cassian huffed against my shoulder. "Fuck that, baby." A strand of his hair tickled my skin and caused me to shudder, and Cassian's lips curved against my skin. Then he slowly started to follow an invisible trail to the back of my neck, until my skin was tingling under the brush and press of his lips and my heart was thrumming.

Making a low sound deep in his throat, Cass buried his nose at the back of my neck, and his warm, rough voice vibrated through me when he mumbled back easily: "You need sleep, you get sleep."

I tried to half-heartedly elbow him into the ribs, but Cassian just tightened his grip around me, pulling me back into his chest and pinning my arms against my body, and I grumbled when I felt him smirk lazily against my skin.

Sighing, I pulled his arm closer against my chest and tucked his hand under my chin, burying my nose at his knuckles.

"I love you,", I mumbled against his skin, soft and sleepily, and for a second, I thought I felt Cassian's grip slacken softly. Then it tightened.

"See, and you said you hated me." His warm, rough voice tickled my spine, and I gave a soft, tired huff even as my lips curved and I nuzzled into his arms.

"Just say it back, you idiot."

Cassian chuckled, his thumb starting to slowly brush over mine as I felt his wide smile against my skin, could almost hear the creases in his cheeks. Then he mumbled: "It back."

My heart skipped high, and I started to scowl grumpily.

"You're an ass; you know what, I do actually hate you -"

Breathing a deep, warm laugh, Cassian shifted to lean over me, and his lips pressed against my cheek. My words got caught in my throat, and Cass started peppering kisses over the side of my face until I could feel his wide grin, my breath was coming short and my heart was fluttering against my ribs.

Smiling against my cheek, Cassian mumbled roughly: "I fucking love you, baby."

My heart missed a beat, and I somehow managed to find my voice, muttering back weakly: "Good -"

Cassian smirked against my skin and dipped his head to playfully nip my jaw, then he dragged me back into his arms and nuzzled his nose against my neck.

"Love you til the end of time, sweetheart." His warm, rough voice sent sparks down my spine, and I squeezed his fingers tightly.

"Idiot,", I muttered softly, and Cassian chuckled against my skin.

Exhaling, I let myself melt into his warm, solid body. My eyes grew heavier and heavier as I watched Cassian's thumb trace patterns onto my skin, feeling my mind slowly slip away until they finally slid shut.

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This was also fine.