#dc x gender neutral reader

[nosyrobin]

Dick: Tim…just cause I’m married and dated an alien that has fiery hair, doesn’t mean you have to.

Tamaranean!reader: Hi! I love frogs :p

Tim who is holding hands with Tamaranean!reader: ….I love them.

[lazycats-stuff]

damian wayne x gn! mall goth reader who comes off a little intimidating because of their style n taste in music but end up being really sweet n the whole batfam ends up adoring reader

if not thats a okay!! sorry that i kinda didnt go into much description…

Okay, I have no idea what mall goth even is so to google it is. And don't worry with the lack of description I can conjure something up. And this GIF was the only one that was nice.

Summary: (Y/N) has a peculiar style and that puts the rest of the fam off. But soon they love him more than Damian.

Warnings: some goth stereotypes, mentions of self harm, but no one is doing it, it's in the context of stereotypes,

" Beloved, you don't have to meet them if you don't want to. We can cancel, " Damian said, worried about his partner. Why? Well, (Y/N) has a peculiar style known as Mall Goth and Damian found it really interesting, but people often think that goths are affiliated with Satanism or that they... Harm themselves to put it mildly. Or that they use drugs.

That they can't be happy, that they are all just cold and collected. (Y/N) once told Damian about someone asking if they are a vampire. While Damian wanted to laugh at that, but at the same time it was beyond stupid. Vampires aren't real, first and foremost. Secondly, why would someone say that? Like why?

Damian knew (Y/N) and (Y/N) is a happy person. Positive. Not affiliated with Satanism or Satan. They don't harm themselves or use any drugs. And no, they aren't a vampire. (Y/N) is a normal person who simply loves to express themselves via gothic style. Is that wrong? Absolutely not.

Does that mean that people can make fun of them? Absolutely not.

Damian wouldn't stand for that. He never did.

Because (Y/N) is an adorable soul, a gentle one at that and Damian loved that about them. Damian would often say that they were adorable and it was something that never failed to make (Y/N) blush. So of course, Damian weaponized that to make sure his beloved feels loved. And safe to say, he loves to see (Y/N) flustered. And (Y/N) tried fighting it, but Damian was charming when he needed to be.

And more often than not, Damian followed (Y/N) to the Hot Topic or Spencer's. Damian was always interested in his interests and often curious about those stores, since he was never in those stores... Safe to say, nothing can surprise him. Even though he was raised in the League of Assassins and nothing should surprise him. But Spencer's and Hot Topic did.

But everything for his beloved. And more often than not, Damian acted like a security guard for (Y/N), making sure that no one tried anything. (Y/N) deserves to express themselves in the manner that they want to and not being picked on. Bring goth isn't illegal. It's a subculture. A nice one at that.

Because many of them are nice people. And not Satanists.

The meeting of Damian's family came soon enough and he was nervous. His family wouldn't hate his partner, but (Y/N)'s style might put them all off. Bruce would always want his kids to be happy in their relationships. And if (Y/N) seems cold, Bruce might not like them. And since (Y/N) isn't cold and Damian knows it...

Safe to say, he's never been so nervous in his life. And' he's been trained by his infamous grandfather.

He didn't want (Y/N) to get rid from their gothic style and be something that they aren't and pretend to be something conventional. And besides, it's better for Bruce to know right away. It's better to be genuine and honest, especially in front of Batman. Although (Y/N) doesn't know about his... Night job. Safe to say, it's going to be nerve wrecking.

And Damian has never felt so nervous in his life. He picked (Y/N) up and drove him to the manor, nervous beyond belief. He shouldn't be nervous. He never felt so nervous anyway. Why is he feeling so damn nervous? Is this what fear feels like? Anxiety even? (Y/N) took Damian's into theirs and squeezed. They were parked in the car in front of the manor, trying to gather up the courage to get going.

" I don't know why, but I'm nervous beyond belief, " Damian confessed and (Y/N) nodded, feeling the same.

" I'm scared beyond belief. I don't want them to not like me because of the way I dress, " (Y/N) gave their own confession and Damian sighed, rubbing his forehead with his free hand.

" I've never felt so nervous in my life. Probably the only time I felt so was when I confessed my feelings to you. "

(Y/N) chuckled and nodded, remembering how Damian was nervous beyond belief when he has confessed. Damian huffed when he heard the huff.

" It's not funny. It was embarrassing to be so nervous when confessing. "

" But it showed you had feelings. And it meant that you have some really hard feelings for me. Which is nice. But... The more we worry, the worse it'll go. " (Y/N) turned their head to look at Damian who nodded.

" I agree beloved. But just be yourself. Don't try to be something you are not. Be yourself. They'll love you for it. " Damian leaned closer to his partner and kissed their cheek. (Y/N) smiled at that, squeezing back Damian's hand tightly.

" Are you ready beloved? "

" Ready as I'll ever be. " (Y/N) kissed Damian and Damian smiled into the kiss.

Both pulled back after a few seconds, still smiling. Damian cupped (Y/N)'s face, kissing their forehead.

" Now beloved, lets go. And I promise you, they'll love you. "

(Y/N) nodded and opened the car door, stepping out. Damian followed soon and walked next to (Y/N). (Y/N) rang the doorbell, waiting for someone to open up. And yes, Damian did warn them about (Y/N) being goth before this meeting.

Alfred opened the door, smiling at the two. " Ah, there is the person who captured your heart master Damian. I'm Alfred, nice to meet you. " Alfred extended his hand to (Y/N), who shook it with a tight grip.

" Nice to meet you, I'm (Y/N). "

" Please, come in you two, the rest are waiting in the dining room, already sitting since they are always hungry. " Alfred led them both to the dining room, where they were all sitting down at the table. They all turned to (Y/N) and Damian, eyes observing and analyzing (Y/N). Bruce stood up to shake hands with them and the rest followed.

(Y/N) smiled as hands were shook and soon they were all sitting down again.

" Damian, I didn't know you were into goths. " Jason lifted his cup of water, making Damian's eye twitch.

" Watch is Todd. "

" No violence at the table or threats of the violence, " Alfred and Bruce interjected at the same time and (Y/N) chuckled at that.

" So... How did you two meet? " Tim started, trying to ease the tension between his brothers.

" We met in a bookstore. I was looking for some mystery books, he gave recommendations and then later, went to get coffee. And then we exchanged numbers because we saw that we had good taste in books, " (Y/N) explained, giving them a short version.

" Oh yeah, he came home quite happy. We couldn't figure out why. " Dick poured himself some water and Damian glared at Dick. His brothers need to stop it.

" Really? " (Y/N) asked, turning to look at Damian, who seemingly decided to glare at Dick, rather than (Y/N).

" Yes, but we couldn't figure out why. And when he started going out more often, we thought he made a friend. We were close enough, " Dick added and (Y/N) smirked, Damian seemingly looked anywhere but at his partner.

" So (Y/N), " Bruce got into the conversation, " What do you do? Any hobbies? Interests? "

" I like to volunteer at the animal shelter, trying to not adopt anymore black cats. I already have two. Also working part time at my local bookstore to have some money during my college years, " Y/N) explained and Bruce nodded, impressed with it. He liked the sound of that.

A hardworking and loves animals? Damian's soulmate.

" Oh. And what do you study in college? " Bruce asked, curious about it.

" I study history. My dream would be to teach in a school one day. "

Bruce nodded. He himself liked history and to teach in a school? In this day and age? More than impressive.

" That is a noble thing. Especially in this day and age, and in Gotham as well, " Dick jumped in, Tim nodding in agreement.

" I would rather die than teach in a school. Absolutely not. Good luck, " Tim said and (Y/N) chuckled.

" I know, but I would really want that. I'm really interested in that. "

Bruce glanced and Damian, nodding at him subtly. He approved of (Y/N) so far and if (Y/N) and Damian ever tied the knot, Bruce would be the happy. (Y/N) saw Damian for him. Not the rich connections and doors that his last name can open, but for Damian.

The other brothers shared the same sentiment. (Y/N) is the one and only for Damian. And they are going to give Damian the if you hurt him talk.

[mlm-writer]

Prophecy (John Constantine x GN!Reader)

Pairing:  John Constantine (LoT ver.) x Gender Neutral!Demon!Reader (with two dicks and tentacles) Rating: Explicit Words: 1014 POV: Second Summary: The Big Tober Day 25 - Monsterfucking Note: Reader is not referred to with any gendered words. Reader just has a dick.... well two actually... king shark style.... Tags: demon fucking, anal, anal fingering, biting, tentacles, manhandling, wet and sloppy, double penetration, PWP and haiku at the end

A filthy moan vibrated through the tentacle you had shoved down John’s throat. You could feel his oesophagus bare down onto your extremity. When he seemed to choke, you retracted the tentacle to rest the end on his tongue. John opened his eyes, tears streaming down his crimson cheeks as he breathed around your appendage. “So pretty,” you cooed as your other tentacles caressed his glistening body. 

Two of them had suctioned down onto his nipples, pressing down and pulling on the sensitive flesh. Each movement allowed you to feel his cock twitch, which you currently had sandwiched between your two own, a tentacle wrapped around it to keep your cocks snugly together. “Please,” John whispered with his mouth still full. You shut him up by pushing the tentacle back down his throat, reaching as deep as you knew he could handle it. He moaned in satisfaction. 

You could smell his arousal, the air in the warehouse thick with the odour of lust. Your other four tentacles held John up in the air, giving your hands all the access you desired to his pretty hole. John sucked so eagerly; it was hard to tell whether the whine was from your tentacle slipping deeper down his throat or from a third finger joining the wet mess inside him. His flushed skin was like a furnace in the poorly isolated, abandoned building. The only light came from the moonlight coming through the windows near the ceiling and the summoning circle below you, where the flames warmed your body. The red light coming from below created erotic shadows on John’s body. You couldn’t hold back anymore and turned John over, your tentacles manhandling him into a bent over position with his ass at your mouth’s height. You bared your triangular teeth to the world, before pressing them into the softness of John’s ass. 

John moaned as he felt you almost pierce his skin. He didn’t care if you did. He had been edged so often by now, he would let you do anything to him. He just needed to cum; he needed your permission to cum. His cock was dripping arousal onto the weathered concrete, the cold air helping him to repress the orgasm he had been on the brink of - over and over. “Why are you always such a fucking menace?” He slurred, trying to wiggle his hands free so he could stroke his weeping cock, but your body and all its extremities left no room for him to move. 

His taunt was all the instructions you needed from him. You bit down on the other cheek, dragging your sharp teeth down to leave angry red lines. The sound coming from him was primal, desperate and obscene. You lowered him, aligning his fingered-open hole with your cocks. You pressed the tip of the lower one against his entrance. The tapered tip slipped inside easily. You pressed forward, stretching him more and more the deeper you went. The base was too thick for him, but you knew he would be able to take that and much more eventually. 

A euphonic song of gasps and moans came from the warlock as you worked him open with your enormity. He was hot around you, his arousal filling your senses. His filthy moans filled your ears. You could smell the precum that was dripping onto the ground. Your vision was focused on where you saw your length almost entirely disappear inside of him. Your fingers digged into his plump ass, your left thumb pressing into the crimson lines you left earlier. All that was missing was his essence on your tongue. 

Your tentacles moved, keeping John speared on your hardness as you pressed his back against your chest. Two of your tentacles held him by the knees now, keeping his legs spread. Another two held him below the arms. Another wrapped itself around John’s neck, lightly choking him. Yet another grabbed him by the hair [why did I give you so many tentacles?], forcing his head to turn so you could kiss him. Saliva covered his lips and dripped down his chin as you ravaged his mouth. The two tentacles you still had left wrapped around his middle and moved him on your cock like a toy. Your second cock rubbed deliciously between his cheeks with each thrust. You moaned into his mouth, hands reaching for his nipples. Even the lightest touch to the abused nubs made John whimper. 

With the new angle, John took you to the base so easily. The human’s skin was slick from the secretion coming from your many appendages. John felt like he was drowning. He was wet all over in your slick. Tongues danced sloppily as he was filled with your cock. “Another,” he managed to moan against your lips. You understood, one hand letting go of his red nipples to angle your second cock in line with his stretched hole. John’s delighted cry echoed through the building when the tip of your second cock slipped inside along the first one. 

John was near-incoherent as you speared him open with both your cocks. His length twitched pathetically against his abdomen, precum joining your juices on his skin. “You can cum for me John,” you whispered into his ear, your tongue darting out to tease his earlobe. He whimpered in reply, something about how you had the tendency to continue, how you were unlikely to stop, how it hurt so good. Your triangular teeth teased his ear as you chuckled ominously.

The warlock screamed like his life depended on it as you renounced mercy and tightened his grip on him. A wet squelch accompanied every thrust into his spit open body. You could feel John tighten around you, the most pitiful moans filling the room as he painted his own body and face white. “That’s it, warlock,” you delighted in his helplessness. Your tentacles manhandled John onto the floor, upper body against the concrete and ass up. “Now let’s fulfil your prophecy.” 

You continued on.  You were unlikely to stop.  And it hurt so good. 

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[god-complex-12]

Jason: If I suck some guy off for money, would that make me gay?

Y/N: How much money?

Jason: $500.

Y/N: No.

Master list

[jackoquako]

Clark, lamenting the fact that he couldn’t go near the priest without getting sick to lois and wondering if he’s actually been possessed this entire time: Lois I Gifgifddfduicgvhhoj *existential sobbing*

The priest who collects shiny green rocks and puts them in his pockets: ooh shiny green rock, score!

[technowoah]

THE ABCs OF JASON TODD (w League of Assassins!reader)

⚠︎:unedited, mentions of violence, swearing????

A for Adorable

Jason finds it adorable when you relax. Its kind of cliche, but you're tense 24/7 so when you relax its like seeing an angel from heaven treat herself. He walked in on you treating yourself to a nice bubble bath with scented candles Stephanie gave you for Christmas and music playing and everything. He made his presence known and left you to your solace.

You find it adorable when he smiles, or laughes. Or when he tries not to smile or laugh. You're blessed to hear his laugh and see his brightness of a smile. He'll restain his smile and finally give in and smile. Makes your day brighter and your heart soar. That little twitch in his lips finally breaks into a smile.

B for Bliss

Jason loves nights with you. Anytime at night no matter if its falling asleep next to you or patrolling at night, late night naked swims at the lake under the moon, dimly lit galas he begrudgingly goes to to only dance and banter with you. You're like the moon to his world he felt like he lived his best moments at night, or in the dark, so he loves to share the dark with someone who lights up his world.

You love that he lets you into his arms and life. His arms are inviting and hes the only one who he lets inside of his arms. Whether is on a rooftop or in your shared apartment watching movies. Your bliss is in his arms with kisses lost between eachother. Even when you dont want to be touched he'll still annoy you with touches. He loves to see you exhausted with his teasing and you secretly love it.

C for Children

Jason dosent think he'll be a great dad. He grew up with a shit mother and father so he believes his expertise would funnel into his own actions. You continue to tell him that he is not the same as his father. And when he continued to berate Bruce for his actions against him and his brothers he thinks that his actions would rub off on him.

Honestly he would never let his children get into vigilante buisness. Even if you both are vigilantes. He protects you with his life and vice versa. If both of you are loose cannons he coulr never deal with 2 or 3 other people.

Hes already stressed enough with hie own work and whenever bruce calls him so he dosent think he'll have time for children.

Jason secretly wants to have kids with you. No matter what your job is vigilante or not. But its ultimately up to you. And I mean when he works his own shit out too.

D for Dangerous

LOA! Reader (Leauge of Assassins)

People think that Jason is the most dangerous one and they are right. You are mostly the calm one but once someone threatened you are Jason's body guard. You lose all compassion for anyone that threatens Jason or you. You both can get terrifying, burning cities for eachother, Bruce's no-killing rule has nothing on you two.

Being apart of something so sinister, both of you have no filter.

Jason's enemies are hesitant about laying a finger on you. Knowing all hell would break loose with

When Jason gets hurt, you see red, crimson. You always makes sure to make the people who hurt him pay. You becomes the worst version of yourself, you hate that version of yourself but it just comes out and you actions start to give you quite a reputation of being downright cruel when Jason gets hurt.

Jason snaps when he sees you hurt, guns already in his hands. He knows she can protect herself, knows she can kill him with a flick of her hand, but he doesn't care. He doesn't want to see you hurt, he wants you happy and healthy by his side and he'll take a whole town down if he has to.

E for Everything

(You're My Everything - The Temptations)

That is Jason's favorite song. He had heard that song been played by you when you were both cleaning up the house. The first time he heard the song, he didn't think too much about it until the 3rd time he heard it from your playlist. Now oncr he heard the lyrics he is 1000% sure if you two get married he will play that for yall first dance.

Anytime he plays that song you know thats his way of saying what he never could. That's his way of being vulnerable. Those nights where you both are swaying on the fire escape to this song. When he claims to be "practicing for when he gets dragged to Bruce's galas" you know he means "I wanna spend time with you cause I love you"

When my way was dark and troubles were near

Your love provided the light so I couldn't see, girl

Just knowing your love was near when times were bad

Kept the world from closing in on me, girl

I was blessed the day I found you, gonna build my whole world around you

You're ev'rything good, girl and you're all that matters to me

F for Forbidden

Jason didn't want you around him at all. His job was dangerous and didn't want you to get kidnapped or killed. He never wanted you around his apartment, his brothers, or even around him when he had his mask off. But slowly he found himself following you at night just keeping an eye on you making sure you're not in any danger and sooner or later he let down his walls and surprisingly, to him, you accepted him scars and all.

(LOA! Reader)

You were both killers, it wasnt meant to be and the Wayne family had their ups and downs with the Leauge so Jason Todd and a warriors from the Leauge of Assassins wasnt so much of a shock. Its Jason Todd. And you were already breaking free of the Leauge already so to rebels coming together to unite and fight crime wasn't normal, but wasn't a shock.

Honestly your relationship in the beginning was filled with other people doubting you, but you both proved them wrong.

G for Grace

(LOA! Reader cause I love them sm)

He loves seeing you in your traditional clothing, he had to wear them one time, but you look like a true queen in them.

You walk with your head held up high, and every step is precise. You walk and act with a grace that he loves to see. Every move is calculated, like the warrior you are.

Jason loves to see both sides of you. Your fighting, dominant side and your calm, loving vulnerable side. The good and the bad, hes so lucky

You loves to see him with a gun in his hand. You how he could go from a loving devoted boyfriend to Red Hood. Every move is done with calculative intent. You love the way he moves when he fights.

You're so happy that you can see both sides of him, the good and the bad.

H for Home

Jason is your home and you are Jason's home. Home is wherever the other person is no matter where. Simple as that. Jason didn't need to go back to the manor when he had you in his arms. This home he made with you had to be the best one he has had in a while. Loving, caring, trust filled home.

I for Impression

Jason isnt the best at first impressions. But he can read a person at first glance. All the detective work he indulged in. He couldn't say he loved you at first sight but he was definitely intrigued by you. Wanting to know more and more. Either fate was working for him this time or he just did it himself.

You knew Jason was a hunk. His muscles moving as he walked, the shirt that was just a little bit too tight, his hair, his walk, his gaze, you wanted more of him. To know what he was like, how he lived, what his personality was. You wanted more. And he did too.

J for Jealousy

Normally people think you would be the most jealous of the two of you, but Jason dominates that field.

He cant stand to see other people look at you like an object. Makes his teeth clench and a vein pop you would think he was gonna pass out from turning red. He hates it when people come up and flirt with you when you're clearly not interested, and if they dare touch you pray for them.

You like how jealous he gets cause the sex is so much better. He's usually rough, but now he's all fired up and 10x rougher.

Jason remember vividly you almost broke a girls hand because she reached up to grab his white streak. Jason couldn't pull you off the girl, I mean he wasn't gonna try to anways. It was hot to him

Kisses

Jason always makes kisses so enticing. Kissing him everytime give you butterflies like your first kiss with eachother. Pecks, makeouts, neck kisses, hand kisses leaving you wanting a imprint of his kisses on you. He loves giving you hickeys and biting you making sure you leave satisfied, you cant have him kissing you all the time so that would do.

J loves kissing you as much as you do him. Spending the morning with slow kisses is the best way to start the morning making him want to stay inside with you. His favorite pastime is kissing you on the forehead, as a way of saying "i love you" or "i got you"

L for Love

There had not been an official "I love you" but if you can remember correctly you said it first. Jason had never been in love before to feel love, this feeling was new to him. He was caught by surprise when you said it, he was in love with you yeah, but he didn't say it yet saying it outloud was foreign like another language. He loves you and you love him he knows that but he needs constant reassurance. Tell him you love him often because he cant love himself some days.

M for Memory

(Loa!reader maybe????)

Jason and you had found this secret place, this place with a lake and a waterfall, you both knew it wasnt in Gotham, but you two travel there all of the time. No bathing suits just you two enjoying the quietness in the dark, the moon and stars, and the extra lights you both brung, lighting up the water as you both swam through. No words had to be said, just light touches, kisses. Memory like this keep coming and going just them together and their love.

N for Nonchalant

He tried to be nonchalant with you he really did, but it didn't work. Anything you did would gain a reaction out of him. He was the nonchalant bad boy of the Waynes but with you he couldn't put up that front. He tried, but now he wouldn't allow himself to. He tried to be flirty you would match his energy and catch him off gaurd. His favorite thing is to do when no one is looking is to kiss your temples until you laugh, he couldn't keep up his stone cold persona around you as much as he tried. He couldn't

O for Overwhelming

Once out of the Lazarus pit Jason was not loved, he couldn't accept any love given to him either. Even when Bruce continued to love him despite his killing streak hr could never accept that someone as torn and broken as him was able to be loved.

When Jason gound you and you gave him as much love in your hear as you could, he as overwhelmed. Going back and forth with himself if he should run away, or stay because he loved you as much or arguably even more than you.

Somedays he teared up to himself as his mind raced between the people he killed, the mistakes he made, and how you loved him unconditionally made him wanna bawl. He dosent deserve this, or does he.

His heart ached. But with love nevertheless

P for Possessiveness

(Loa!reader 🤭)

His insecurities had slowly dissappeared as he spent more of his time with you. He devoted his life to you as you do him and your country.

He was very possessive of you, and you are possessive of him as well.

If looks could kill you have killed over 5 other people. Hating the thought of someone else getting his bear hugs, his kisses, his body, his mind, his ups and downs, makes your skin crawl. He already knows you would stand up against his own family for him (because you already have, putting a sword against Bruce's neck multiple times) he knows you would burn the world in a heart beat.

Meanwhile he has killed for you, even when you havent known. Anyone who hurts you physically as apart of their job, he doesn't care what happens to them. He hates the idea of other people seeing your laugh, seeing your intimate side where you open up to him. His skin crawls when he knows that you could find so much better than him, but you stick by his side and he does you. Loving you to the afterlife where you will meet again.

Who doesn't want a badass warrior by their side?

Q for Quiet

He used to love the quiet and you did as well. You two were seperated before you two met and now you both cant get enough of eachother. You both hate being away from eachother, but you both have duties, but when you two are together the room is filled with lively talk, sounds of kissing, music, something always to fill the silence. Yeah call yall clingy, cause yall are, and hes proud of it. He'll wait till you get home, but to fill the silence he'll play your favorite song until you come to fill the silence once again.

R for Realization

(Loa!reader cause I said so 😌)

Jason realized he loved you when it was a rainy day. He took you out on his motorcycle during the rain without helmets, your laugh and rain ringing in his ears is peaceful. He also realized he loved you when you two met again. Sneaking away together because of the Leauges track on you and Bruce's disdain for the Leauge. He called you Romeo and Juliet with a hint of Bonnie and Clyde.

You loved him on the same day, the freedom you both felt believed that you both can be together you can both be loved. He loved you, and you loved him. It felt like the brightest of lights clicked in your minds. It was beautiful you loved. You were loved. He loved. And he was loved.

S for Sunset

The sun was orange. Orange is the color of unity. The both of you were sitting on the fire escape of his apartment. The orange waves blanketed over the both of you. Both of you unified under the sun. Complete and calm after a hard days work the orange completes the day, making you both see the beauty of that day no matter how hard or deadly it was, you both were alive and in that you both sent a silent "I love you" that glowed in the orange of the sunset.

T for Traitor

(LOA!reader)

He wasnt able to see you, and you weren't able to see him. Months and months without physical touch or sight. The Leauge was more strict with your freedom you had priorities, they didn't want you to love Jason. Especially Jason. The bat family didnt have the best umm....reputation with the Leauge of Assassins. But once you and Jason got together the Leauge called you a traitor at first you had to fight, but Jason fought by your side. The bat family wanted Jason to be happy, but they were still cautious. He stayed by your side. The Leauge kept you at your high rankings even though some did not approve of your relationship waiting for an "I told you so" moment, but that would not happen.

U for United

The world could not be against Jason anymore. He died, came back to life, tha5 couldn't be enough could it. The world tried and tried again to take you from him. Many times they tried and every time they failed. He wouldn't let you go and you would let him go. One day he wouldn't leave your side during a gala because he knew there was an evil presence.

Communication is a huge thing, no matter how big the fight is Jason wants to talk it out, he wants to fix things with you, find a solution together. He also made a pact with himself to make sure youre happy, and his forever. He wanted to make sure your relationship lasted the longest. When the topic of marriage came up he was happy, he didn't care if it was official or not, he really wanted to spend the rest of his life with you marrige or not, but he will happily marry you in a heartbeat.

He already has a ring for his soulmate, his backbone, his lifeline, his support, his lover.

V for Vampire

Biting. Jason loves when you bite him and he calls you his little vampire. You love making marks on his skin, claiming him to be yours and after those moments you love to stand back and look at the artwork you've created on his body, while wears them like a medal.

Bruce stopped over while he wask taking a shirtless nap. When Jason opened the door Bruce couldn't stop looking at the hickeys all over his chest. It wasn't embarrassing to him at all.

Jason loves biting you as much as you love biting him, hes a giver after all but Imma get into that in the next letter

W for Worship

Like I said before Jason loves giving 10x more than what you give him. He lobes your body, your mind, and soul. He worships the ground you walk on. The top of your head to the soles of your feet. You loved making him feel loved as well worshipping his body and mind by touches, kisses, licks, and appreciating, listening to his mind.

Making sure you feel loved and appreciated is his life's job. You are his priority and if you dont feel like it then he believes hes doing a bad job. But you always assure him that if he was you would tell him.

You made it your mission to make him realize that it wasn’t just him worshiping your body, but that you worshiped him as well. That he was just as important as you are to him, and that you cherished him.

X for X-ray

Yall hearts grow so much bigger for eachother. Hearts aching for eachother when you both are apart, you know that feeling of "I dont deserve this" and it feels like your heart is heavy. Thats how your hearts feel. Glowing and full of love for eachother. Beating for eachother.

Y for Yours

Will you marry me?

Will you...do me the honor - fuck

I would be the happiest man alive...

He couldn't get it right jesus christ. No matter how hard he tried how would this broken man staring at the mirror get you to take his hand in marriage.

"Love what are you doing?" You came into the room and he immediately shoved the ring into his pants pocket.

"Nothing." He murmured but you immediately knew so you walked over and wrapped your arms around him and he did the same to you.

"I love you Jason. I hope you know that."

"I love you too."

He could go a lifetime without proposing. It didn't matter. He loved you no matter what. Married or not.

"you still wanna get married one day?" He asked cautiously.

"It would be nice. Theres no rush. As long as I have you forever I'm fine." You smiled up at him and he couldn't be happier.

Z for idfk what to put here

"Jason"

"Yes beloved"

"I love you"

you mean so much to me, I love the way you talk, your mind, and the love you give me. You are not broken, you are loved by your family and me Jason. I love you now and your history. I dont care what you did before all I care is what you are to me now. Jason I know you would never hurt me, i love you more than you love yourself. You are my everyday, my everything.

"I love you too"

You are the love of my life. I need you around me you are the light of my life, the sunshine to my darkest days and my guardian angel. You are the best thing to happen to me and I thank the heavens everyday for you being in my life. You are the sun to my moon lighting me up each night. Thank you my love for believing in me. Thank you for loving me and in return I give you my life, me soul, my love

[kingstonromcom]

Shadows of Trust // Bruce Wayne

Summary: Batman, bruised and battered from a night of protecting Gotham, seeks solace and treatment for his injuries from the reader. Unbeknownst to the reader, Batman harbors romantic feelings, while the reader remains oblivious to his secret identity. As they tend to Batman's wounds, a bond of trust deepens, and the flicker of a hidden affection lingers in the shadows.

Pronouns used: none

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a dim glow over the rooftops of Gotham City. Batman, the elusive protector of the darkened streets, returned to the Batcave with a heavy heart and a broken body. His vigilant efforts to keep Gotham safe had taken their toll, leaving him bruised and wounded.

In search of solace and care, Batman found himself seeking refuge in an unexpected place. The caped crusader arrived at a small apartment tucked away in a quiet neighborhood, where you, the reader, unknowingly held the key to his heart. You had become his confidant, a steadfast presence in his life, providing support and solace whenever he needed it.

As Batman knocked on your door, you opened it with a mix of surprise and concern etched upon your face. "Batman? What happened? Please, come in," you urged, stepping aside to allow him entry.

He moved with a calculated grace, wincing with every step, his pain masked by the shadows of the cowl he wore. Batman's piercing gaze met yours, and for a brief moment, you saw vulnerability and trust in those masked eyes.

"I've had a difficult night," Batman admitted, his voice gravelly from the night's battles. "I need your assistance, if you're willing."

Without hesitation, you guided Batman into the apartment, your concern growing as you took in the visible signs of his injuries. "Of course, Batman. You can rely on me. Let me help you."

He nodded silently, a rare display of vulnerability as he removed his cape and utility belt, revealing the damaged body beneath. His strong physique, now marred by wounds acquired during his relentless fight for justice, was a testament to his sacrifices.

As you fetched a first aid kit, your eyes roamed over his battered form. The severity of his injuries brought forth a surge of determination to help alleviate his pain and aid in his recovery. Unbeknownst to you, beneath the mask and armor stood a hero who held you in his thoughts, his heart yearning for a connection that went beyond the mask.

With careful hands, you began treating Batman's wounds, offering gentle comfort and unwavering support. Each touch conveyed a sense of trust and understanding, nurturing a bond that went beyond the realms of friendship. In the flickering light, secrets danced between you, veiled by the guise of anonymity.

Batman watched you with a mixture of gratitude and longing, his hidden affections simmering beneath his stoic facade. The trust he had placed in you extended beyond the battlefield, for in your presence, he found solace and a yearning for something more.

"You've always been there for me," Batman whispered, his voice laced with unspoken emotions. "Your support and compassion are immeasurable."

As your gaze met his, a subtle tension hung in the air, a palpable connection that neither of you could deny. In the depths of his concealed heart, Batman wrestled with the desire to reveal his true identity, to bridge the gap between the hero and the man he truly was.

"I care deeply for you," Batman confessed, his voice a barely audible murmur. "But the shadows must protect what lies beneath."

You felt a surge of inexplicable emotion, an unspoken understanding of the depth of his words. Though the truth

[ynbabe]

I need more young justice x pot head reader I cant get enough lmao,

Theyer just Like me FRFR

Ignore this if your request and stuff is off tho and have a good day :p

Thank you for another request 🍃 anon!! Glad to see you again!!

If you asked anyone in YJ who the instigators, enablers and experimenters were, they'd simultaneously say Dick, Y/N and Wally, and start weeping.

Last time one of you had an 'idea', Mount Justice had to be locked down because a paranoid Nightwing believed his shadow had gained sentience Peter Pan style and was now spying on him. Which later turned into a manhunt, when the dark-haired man realised it was his partner and best friend screwing with him.

This time you had the ingenious of asking the question- "What do you think a blunt would do to speedsters?" You thought out loud making the other members snap their heads at you.

Wally was already ready and Dick was preparing the first aid unit. You ran to your room to get your stash and as soon as you came back the hall was empty and a jumping Wally and a sighing Dick stood in the room.

"Pussies" you laughed, making the redhead laugh with you.

"M'gann actually ran out, I think she forgot she could fly!" He cried out, eyes wide, holding his stomach. Next to him, your boyfriend stood unamused, a blank expression on his face.

"If this opens up a wormhole into a world where I'm evil, I'm allowing myself to kill you," he joked and set up the camera. The first time you'd 'experimented' you'd jokingly set up a camera and it had stuck.

You lit the blunt and passed it to Wally, who stood in front of the camera like a 2016's youtuber would.

You wrapped your arms around your boyfriend's shoulder, nuzzling your face in his neck, "Aww, come on, you know you love us."

"I know, it's becoming a real problem." He chuckled.

Lost in your little world, you forgot about Wally and your experiment... That was until you heard a scream from above you.

"WHOOOOOOO-" the yellow blur screamed as it ran around the mountain. You could barely see him as little sparks of lightning showed up all around you and your boyfriend.

You lit your own blunt and fell back onto the sofa, "Well, now we gotta- actually I don't know what we have to do." You shut your eyes, putting your legs up on the coffee table.

"Sorry sweetheart, that's your problem," his voice came distantly, making you sigh as he stepped into a zeta tube.

"I love you too, babe."

"WHOOOOO"

[yupyor]

The Thing About Midnight

Summary - Jason takes you out on a date in the middle of the night, saying it's far more romantic when more than half of the city is asleep.

You sighed, the day's exhaustion you had accumulated through the day getting to you. Jason was still getting ready, shouting now and then to prevent you from being on with everyone else, and falling asleep.

It was your 2nd anniversary. The day you and Jason met each other, and instantly sealed the deal. The day you both looked at one another, and decided that each other was the one.

It was odd at first, if you're being honest. At the beginning he would constantly disappear for a prolonged period of time, and then abruptly show up back with a subtle scar, or a few bruises here and there. It had you more than confused, and primarily concerned. It took him almost a year, and the painful moment of your relationship's near-death experience, for him to fess up about his otherworld activities.

It was scary, knowing the danger he was making him self susceptible too—though in the end it also had you liking him more. You don't know why, honestly, but the fact that he was an undercover vigilante out to make the world a better place made him even hotter. Like it gave you bragging rights, lol.

"Yea! My man fights to make the world a better place, literally. What does yours do?"(that was my attempt at humor, LOL)

You smiled, the softness of your expression not going unnoticed by the sudden figure that loomed over you.

"Is that what sleep deprivation looks like for you?" Jason joked, wearing nothing but a wet black towel wrapped around his waist. He looked better with his hair wet. "Normally people'd get cranky, so you smiling 5 seconds after yelling at me irritatingly through the door has me scared."

You ignore the comment, looking into the deep blues of his eyes, smitten. Now that you think about it, you've never actually told him how much you fell for him. Sure, you've both said the occasional I like you, and oftentimes I love you, but you never went into depth with it.

You were in a dark place when you had met each other, and he had stuck with you throughout that despite the present difficulty, guiding you to your way out, and simultaneously to happiness.

So in a way, he saved you. He saved your heart, and it would be unfair to not tell him, especially on your 2nd anniversary. You've already missed the first one, putting it off as trivial, thinking he already knew—but it wouldn't hurt just to make sure, or at least confirm his suspicions.

So you leaned back as far as you could with the chair supporting you, and nestled into his hunched form, making sure to make the eye contact of your life, and whispered, "I love you."

It came slowly at first, though all at once. The confusion, fear, and utter bliss coinciding in his eyes, and the contorts of his brows leaving you appalled. He seemed conflicted, and that made you question whether you had said something wrong. Which was very alarming considering you had only just said the 3 most important words that anyone who loved you could, like, ever say... Till he wasn't.

Jason smiled, the raw endearment in the depths of his eyes making more of a sight to see than his damp chiseled form wetting the floor beneath him, only breaking the lingering silence to mutter a few cherished words of his own.

"I know." He reaffirmed, the curves of his lips edging into a broader smile than before. It had lacked his usual smugness, devoured entirely by the moment between the two of you. "But I love you more!" Though thinking it would last was a fool's expectation.

The laugh that broke out of you at the revelation ruined whatever you both had going on at that moment.

"I'm serious!" You bemoaned, and all Jason could do was smirk, albeit fondly. He liked seeing your smile. It made him happy. He doesn't think we could go a day without at least seeing it once.

Making sure to leave a brief kiss on your forehead, Jason parted from you with a quick, "I have to get ready," disappearing into the darkness of your living room, and more than likely heading straight for your shared bedroom.

Maybe this night wouldn't be as bland and tiring as you had first thought it out to be. Maybe this would amount to be the most special night you and Jason would have throughout the longevity of your relationship—and maybe this night would make you fall even more for him.

Though you hope you both could eventually upstage it.

It was then you realized your love for Jason was beyond comprehending.

He was just... the one. A fact that will permanently remain true.

[youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms]

This is the Last Time I’m Asking You This

Words: 421

Warnings: angst, no dialogue, probably poor writing and OOC characters but whatever

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Takes place after Bruce adopted Dick but before he left and Jason came (probably before even Dick started going to Charity events with Bruce)

I haven't posted in a while...still not really back but decided to make this.

Based off of The Last Time by Taylor Swift ft. Gary Lightbody

Anywho, enjoy

Love Z <3

Y/N looked at Bruce as he stood in front of them. Their arms were wrapped around themself as a way to protect them from the cold air outside and the words they knew they were about to hear pass from the man in front of them, lips. They knew that their eyes were still puffy from the crying that they had been doing. All of it was so familiar to them.

This wasn’t the first time that this happened. Them and Bruce fight and call for a break and then he would always appear at their door, asking for them back. Here he was. Apologizing again. And they wouldn’t lie, this was his best yet. They didn’t think they had heard this one yet. 

And just like always, they let him in again. They wrapped their arms around his middle and held him close. They allowed themself to inhale his familiar scent. Allowed themself to fall back into him. They knew that it wouldn’t last long. That so soon everything would happen again. 

He would disappear just as soon as he reappeared in front of them.

And it did happen. Just as always.

The two of them were sitting in the back of the car as Alfred drove them to the charity event. They had left Dick at home, told him that they would see him later. Y/N promised to sneak some chocolate that they knew he loved back to him. They left the boy at home because they both knew that this night would end in a fight. 

Y/N's head was back against the back of the seat. They knew that Bruce could see just how badly this time was hurting them. Just how badly they wanted it to work this time. That they knew this would be the last time either of them saw each other. 

They looked at him helplessly, no words passed between them. No words exchanged as they stepped out of the car. As they walked into the charity event. No words as they watched him dance with Selina Kyle.

Dancing with Selina as he should have been with Y/N.

They knew they should’ve known this would happen. They should have known that this would be the last time they asked him to put them on top. To not break their heart again. That his claim that it had always been them was a lie.

They should have known that this would be the last time they were asking him of anything as they walked out of the event.

[riotlain]

Hi! So I saw that you do plastic man, I was wondering if you could a little something something for him (like gn reader with a cutesy date idea) if you aren’t too busy?? Please and thank you!!

just saw this since i forgot tumblr was real hii

NWLNW BLOG WOMEN DNI

Very much the cheesy romantic type

First date is taking you out to a nice restaurant and be all gentlemanly

Def the type to get you flowers

"Guys should get flowers too yknow!"

Kisses you on your doorstep kinda romantic

If you guys are official, you guys goes on more outsidesy dates

Swimming in a lake kinda dates

Loves picnics, especially ones at night.

He likes to plan dates but if you plan one he will dramatically swoon!!

If it's an inside date you're gonna be cuddling a lot and he will of course be flirting always 24/7

He has a sorta hard time balancing personal life and hero life but trust he tries !!

[nosyrobin]

Imagine two readers, you can chose which one you are. Spiderman!reader and Deadpool!reader from the same marvel universe. Spider!reader who’s sorta a beginner and Deadpool!reader who’s use to their healing factor. They know each other cause of their og’s dynamics with each other. Just imagine these two readers who are just young teenagers falling into the dc universe, Gotham specifically. Deadpool!reader obviously doesn’t give two shits while spider!reader is freaking out. Now they must find their way around with each other. Sadly these two red costume freaks are noticed by bats. And not the good bats. Two teens. One with survival instincts and the other who is a healing factor goof

[keenzinemugstudent]

Okay this is a new story I was thinking about when I was at work what if Clark and you were in a relationship but after he met Lois your relationship with him starting to drift and you break up you leave Metropolis and years go by Clark meets you again because the team needed your help but he also sees that you're with a child that strangely looks like him come to find out before you left you find out were pregnant and were planning to tell him but you caught him and Lois together so you left without telling him that you were pregnant with his child🤭😲😏I'm a terrible person but I love drama and Angst.

[mlm-writer]

Safe (John Constantine x GN!Reader)

Pairing:  John Constantine (LoT ver.) x Gender Neutral Reader Rating: General Audiences Words: 654 POV: Second Summary: The Big Tober Day 5 - Falling asleep together Tags: fluff, John is a self-loathing little shit but we love him for it, and uhhh cuddles?

A trail of steam followed John into the living room, the hot water still evaporating off his body. You smiled as he plopped down next to you on the couch. Now he was so close, you could smell your shower gel in his damp hair. You owned shampoo; John just grabbed whatever. You didn’t mind. How could you be worried by such minor things anyway as John lied down on the couch with his head in your lap. He was making your pyjamas wet, but it would dry in due time. “What are we watching?” Your boyfriend mumbled sleepily, eyes half-open as they stared at the TV. You put one arm over his chest, knowing he liked the weight of you on him in some way. 

“It has vampires,” you chuckled. John groaned. He hated all those tacky TV shows; you loved them even more now, because they always made your boyfriend start raving. Today, you were feeling nice, so switched the vampire show out for an animated movie. John was thankful for your mercy. He was barely two minutes into it, or he started demanding you were changing positions on the couch. 

You followed his instructions and lied down, with your back propped up against the arm rest. John then draped himself over you like a blanket. His weight was comforting. Sometimes you worried the warlock had his last day flirting with death. Those days you couldn't wait for the doors to open to reveal your boyfriend covered in the gunk of the day. The alternative was calling him all day, but you always figured neither you nor John would like that. 

Today had been one of those days. You felt anxious all day, which was instantly relieved when John returned, covered to the knee in graveyard dirt. It was now that his weight was on you, that you felt truly calm. He was here and he was all yours now. You looked down, watching the light of the TV dance on John’s sleepy face. You ran a hand across his back and arms, letting him know you were here too. 

John sometimes worried sick about you too. He wanted the world to be a safe place for you. Meanwhile, he was followed by all sorts of demons, making his presence the exact opposite of what he wished for you. Yet here you were, anchoring him and becoming the safe space for him instead. You made him feel like he was exorcised from the demons of his past, present and future. In times like this, he often wondered what he could do to repay you. 

“You’re thinking too hard,” you mumbled when you noticed the shift in John’s face. You were not stupid and you knew better than anyone that your boyfriend was just a bunch of edgelords in a trenchcoat held together by magic, cigarettes and self-loathing. He was so easy to read, easier to play like a kazoo. In response to your off-handed comment, John grumbled like he always did when you were super right. You chuckled. He was cute when he got a little pouty like he was now. “Come on, you’re tired.” You wormed yourself free and turned the TV off. John was on the couch a little longer, until you left for the bedroom. You undressed along the way, ending up in bed in just your underwear. You were lying on your bed for less than ten seconds, when John joined you, putting his head on your shoulder and an arm around you. 

You kissed his forehead, his eyes closing right after. “Let’s not wake up early,” your boyfriend mumbled sleepily. You hummed in agreement, your own eyes closing. You drifted in that peace, not falling asleep yet until you heard the soft snoring of the man lying half on top of you. That melody led you to the land of the dreaming as well. You were safe. 

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[lukabitch]

Just in case you’re new to my blog I only write for male/trans/gn readers because there is a severe lack of them. :)

[all-gummed-up-inside]

what are the fandoms that you write for? and do you only write for male characters?

I only write for fandoms I’m currently interested in, at the moment it’s the list Is: Detroit:become human, Overwatch, Faith unholy trinity, DC

And I only write male characters for NSFW/SFW and women are SFW only

I will also be adding this to my pinned so that everyone can see :)