#THE ORIGINAL

[bluetooththereptile]

The original

When Bruce lost his parents, he was left distraught, both of you were, Bruce had lost his parents, and you had become an heir to a dying company, an old Manor and a guardian to your younger sibling at 19, it was destined to happen, finding yourself in the vast vaern beneath the manor that is.

You became the shadow that hunted down criminals at night, for your own goals at least, you needed to beat someone up for the sake of having a catharsis for the pressure, unknowingly, you planted the seed of a legend that would take root and shake the city of the dead.

How did Bruce find out? He was a smart boy from the start, and it wasn't long that he'd try to peer over your shoulder as you fidgeted with the gadgets you had made, you didn't know the stocks you'd buy for the Wayne company make it into an empire, you just had bought them because they helped you produce some up to tech of the time technology to help you beat the fucking light out of the people that either pissed you off or were trouble in general, yeah, you were angry and upset, but you tried to be a good parent to your sibling, that was why he wanted to join you.

"The bat needs a Robin" "I'm not a bat Bruce, and I hate them" you groaned, haunched over your desk, a picture that would never leave Bruce's memories, not even when you were sucked into the warp of the timelines, never to be found again. "Let me be your Robin" "Whatever, pass me the tape"

The reader is the original, the first bat, the one that was the foundation, the sibling, the parent, Bruce's beloved sibling.

[tvsnationalgeosapphic]

this is what happens when he sees the killer for the first time. or chili.

[just-vt]

years go by, nothing changes :)

[star1yn0]

HII! So I saw that you were taking requests and I was wondering if you could do an adam x fem!reader who’s really sweet and kind, but really dumb and oblivious to his flirting, ( ex, adam mentions something about her tits and she’s just like “thanks!” and adam’s just like (._.) )

Note: YESS LOVE THUS REQUEST I always love the idea of just a bimbo esk reader but I didn't know how you want it so I did my usual writing style can change if you want tho (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)

Warnings: flirting or at least trying to + suggestive content also this is a f!reader

Adam x bimbo!reader

You were always so sweet and kind to Adam

That's the reason he loves you the most a truly good soul

But....for God sakes you cannot take a hint

I mean before you started dating he would flat out flirt

"whoa those tits are looking nice today babe"

And you'll just go "thanks Adam" (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠) no blush or anything

It's like he said something about boring shit like work

But God did that just make him want you more

He tried everything in the book of sex jokes

You even got used to him calling you "sugartits" like I was your given name

After you too got together everything started to click

You sit there flustered as you finally realized that for all these years your husband had been making dirty comments.it wasn't long before he came home.openig the door to see his wife in a chair in front of him giving him "the look".

"fuck...what did I do this time?" he searches his Chin with his pointer and thumb" Oh was it the toilet seat or-". "You think you're sooo sly huh" he gives you a confused look "what?" You stand from the chair walking over to him " you thought I wouldn't figure out that you were saying dirty things to me" you say as you dig your pointer finger in the center of his chest.he let out a sign of relief " geez babe you know your not the brightest mentally right" he saus in a playful tone as he bends down a little to get face to face. His hands grabbing both of your cheeks and giving them the little granny pinch of love. "You had me worried for a second you were leaving me". God did you hate but Adore this asshole.you pull him into a hug.taking in his sent."never.......but I think it's only fair if you act on those things you said" you lift your head up. Arms are still wrapped around him. "oh really"........

Although you are still a bit dim at times

I think he'll still love you

Even if you don't get his weird jokes

Note: this was fun but also a bit hard to write lol hope you enjoyed (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

[splitpierrot]

“A part of this society has already died; I found it out, you see.”

got some brainworms

[pearlsinmyhair]

✧˚ · . think i need someone older

inspired by the unreleased isabel larosa song. this is my first time writing jake.

warnings: older man (37), younger woman (23). mdni. nsfw ahead. mentions of oral sex (fem!receiving). smut starts immediately.

“easy, baby girl. there’s no need to rush.” jake cooed as he held your tail, keeping you from pushing your hips back against him. he followed your movements with ease, always keeping the tip of his dick just inside your beckoning cunt, just enough to make you squirm.

“daddy, please.” you tried, burying your face into the crook of your elbow as your back arched deeper, trying every trick you had to get him to put it inside you already. but he just chuckled, rubbing his palm against your ass in a pitying gesture.

“look at you, acting so good.” he hummed, moving his hand down your spine and to the back of your neck. he pulled the inch of dick he had inside of you out, and you whined out of frustration and need. your pussy clenched around air, the tantalizing pull of jake’s body too much to bear, too much to deny.

it had always been too much to deny.

you had never found comfort in the boys your age, never found the burning heat in their eyes that you longed for.

but jake? oh, you would have never. he was the olo’ektan. he was off limits to you, a less prominent woman of the villiage. let alone that you were only twenty.

think i need someone older

but he had no mate, your friends reminded you, giggling behind their hands as the very man passed them on his way to a hunt.

and you had rolled your eyes, thinking that this little crush would blow over.

and after two years, it was all but gone. you had yet to find a mate, but you stopped looking for him in them.

and then, on the night of one of the hunting celebrations, he spoke to you.

“may i dance with you?” came a voice, soft but deep. you turned, startled at the proximity of it, only to find the man who you had worked so hard to ignore standing before you.

and like a lovesick idiot, you had nodded.

the dances of the omatikaya were close in nature, sinuous in movement, and sensual in rhythm. your body brushed against jake’s with every sway, his hand finding the small of your back and the dip of your waist with ease.

experienced, you mind whispered, and you shivered.

one dance turned into two, and two turned into four.

until you had somehow ended up on a ledge away from the villiage, legs spread wide by jake’s hands as he ate you out like a man starved.

he was so soft with you at first, getting you up to par with his own level of expertise before he started getting more… complex in your nightly (and, quite honestly, daily) escapades.

which brought your mind back to now.

his hand closed around the back of your neck, so very gentle but with the promise of more force. he lifted you head up, placing his chin on your shoulder as he leaned over you to look at your face.

“but acting good now isn’t gonna save you.” he whispered, and you keened as he rocked his hips forward to slide his cock through your soaking folds. the stimulation was much needed, but it wasn’t enough.

“i’ll be good.” you promised, your thighs shaking as he pushed your shoulders back down to the floor of the hut, your cheek pressed against the soft mat. “i’ll be so good, daddy. so so good. just give it to me.”

he tsked, still moving his hips in a steady rhythm.

“i know, baby. but daddy has to make sure you’re gonna be good. gonna have to fuck the brat out of you.” he whispered, and his hand came down on your backside in a sharp slap.

just a little bit colder

you squealed, jerking forward at the pain. but his hands grabbed your hips, keeping you still.

“this is a punishment, not a reward.” he said, voice low. his hand came down on the other cheek, and this time you kept your body still.

“if you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask, sweetheart.” he hummed, pressing the tip of his dick to your dripping cunt. “but you couldn’t just ask nicely. no, that’s not in your nature. you wanted this. you let that boy put his hands all over you, knowing damn well i was watching.”

you whimpered, and his hands traveled back to your hips.

“color?” he asked simply.

deep breath.

“green.” you said, your pussy clenching.

he slammed his length fully inside you in one movement, and you screamed at the mix of pleasure and pain that burst from your core.

“damn, baby, you wanted this bad. you feel how well she’s sucking me in? shit, i could just sit like this all night, plug you up until you try to fight me away.”

take the weight off your shoulders

you whined, moving your hips back to get some friction against your walls, squealing as he pulled out and slammed back inside.

his pace was brutal, his hips unrelenting as he pounded you down into the mat, the squelching of your pussy and both of your sounds of pleasure filling the hut.

“you hear that, baby? no one can make you this wet, definitely not some boy who wouldn’t even know where to start with you. only daddy can fuck you this good, isn’t that right, baby?”

you babbled, turning your head to the side to give some affirmation to his statement. he must have been content by it, because he gave you permission to cum.

his thrusts continued through it, fucking you dumb as orgasm after orgasm flowed over you, until your legs shook terrible and you were incoherent.

no, no boy could fuck you like this, you thought as jake pumped his seed into your abused cunt.

you had always needed someone older. someone willing to take you down a peg when you tried to make them jealous.

and as the soft pouch of jakes stomach pressed against your ass, the warmth of his cum deep in your womb, you closed your eyes and sighed contentedly.

think i need someone older

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your mom is the bomb!

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[literaila]

“i love you,” he whispers, and it’s more than a confession. something like a promise.

“you idiot,” you tilt your head at him, unable to keep the smile off your face. “don’t you think i know that?”

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Lord Frederic Leighton (British, 1830-1896) Daedalus and Icarus, ca.1869