#dc x gender neutral reader

[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

[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.

[mr-celestial-writings]

Homemade Cocoa

Day 20: Hot Chocolate

Pairing: Damian Wayne + GN! Reader

Summary: Damian had invited you over after school. What kind of host and friend would he be if he didn't give you hot coco to warm up from the cold? Pennyworth makes the best!

DC MASTERLIST

CELESTIAL'S 25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS

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"I am Home! And I brought a Guest!" Damian called as you two entered the manor. Alfred appeared next to you both.

"Welcome home, Master Damian, Master [Name]. Let me take you coats." Alfred said, taking your coats as you take them off.

"Thank you, Pennyworth. [Last Name] and I will be in my room. Would you mind bringing us some cocoa?" Damian asked.

Alfred gave an affirmative nod, "Of course, Master Damian. It will help you two warm up."

With that, Damian began leading you through the Labrinth he called home. He was talking your ear off about one thing or another. You could hardly believe that this was the same Damian who threatened you when you first met.

You two eventually reached Damian's room.

"Pennyworth will be here with the cocoa soon. It's homemade. I can assure you, it will warm you up in no time." Damian stated, you sat down on one of the chairs in the room.

"Oohh, that sounds yummy." You said.

Damian gave a stern nod, "Pennyworth's Cocoa is unmatched. Then again, that could be said about his cooking in general."

You laughed softly, and it wasn't long before Alfred appeared with a tray. On the tray, there were two cups of hot cocoa, and a bowl of marshmallows.

"Your Hot Cocoa." Alfred said, setting the tray on Damian's nightstand.

"Thank You, Alfred." Damian said. You don't think you've ever seen him so... kind.

"Thank you, Mister Pennyworth!" You said. Alfred smiled and nodded, before leaving.

Damian handed your cup, "You can put in marshmallows if you want."

You hummed, looking at the steaming brown liquid. It smelled so good!

You took a careful sip, as to not accidently burn yourself.

Your eyes lit up. It was so chocolaty! So Creamy! The flavor was so enhanced! Better than the packaged stuff you usually had.

"Amazing!" You grinned.

Damian nodded in agreement, "I told you so."

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a/n: I love hot coco. I drink it pretty much any time of the year. I'm always cold and the apartment is often kept frigid.

[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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[riotlain]

Hi-hi!! As a nonbinary, your stuff makes me so happy(I’m so used to having to suck it up and read fem!reader fics 😔)

I saw your fluff alphabet for damian wayne, and was wondering if you could do one for the other batboys?(preferably dick?)

Good morning USA. I’ve got a feeling that it’s gonna be a wonderful day.

MLM BLOG !! WOMEN DNI

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Dick is a pretty active guy but also very flexible (Yes in every way). Staying in? Works for him! Fancy date? He’ll probably end up spoiling you.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Physically? I’d say his favorite parts about you are your hands. He’s a physically affectionate guy ok. If you paint your nails he would probably eat that shit up.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

In my opinion I think he would be the type to try and distract you when you’re down. Favorite show/movie, snacks, everything you like.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Family type. If you don’t want actual kids then you get a dog or some sort of pet. Nice house or apartment in Bludhaven.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Depends on the situation. When it comes to your safety and well being, he will be dominant. Something small like what’s for dinner or what to do for the day he would be more passive but will take the lead if you can’t decide.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

The forgiver. He is bad with his own emotions, covering them with jokes and sorta pent up, so in arguments he can easily say something he would regret. He would apologize very soon after though.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He is grateful but sometimes isn’t as aware of all you do for him.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

At first, yes. Being the kid of Batman and being Nightwing is his biggest secret. He also tends to mask how he’s feeling with jokes or something similar and struggles with sharing his emotions.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You help him grow as a person. Help him become more open.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Yes sometimes but also he knows how to make you swoon. Someone flirts with you? He’s there to top that x2.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He has experience, yes.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Being nervous confident at your door with a bouquet of flowers.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Yes but also no but yes. He would propose after a ‘Perfect Day’, being a fancy dinner date and other things you like. The marriage wouldn’t be too big, mainly just the Batfam, maybe the Kents, also his friends.. Maybe a little big if you consider how many people he’s friends with.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Babe mostly and occasionally doll but will do the really cheesy ones when he’s feeling cheeky.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

He is a hopeless romantic. He is a little obvious about his crush and his brothers all know just because of how much he talks about you. He expresses it mainly through gifts and physical touch. Maybe the occasional flirt.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Yes and yes. He loves showing you off to his family and doesn’t mind PDA. He doesn’t overdo it don’t worry.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Thanks to being raised in a circus, he’s a great entertainer! It’s hard to be bored with him.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Hopeless romantic. He knows what you like and how you like them. Typically pretty cliche but will go outside of the box often.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Your number 1 supporter!! Hes there to help you every step of the way and cheer you on! (Yes it’s the same as the Damian ask bc same goes for him)

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

He loves trying out new things! Flexibility is his middle name.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Empathetic and knows you well. He has a mental list of things that make you tick and things you love.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

You’re very important to him he would actually die for you. But also if you told him he couldn’t say, be Nightwing anymore that would probably fuck him up.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Loves circus dates. If you are fearful of clowns bro it’ll be gone when you’re dating him because he LOVES circus clowns.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Yes very affectionate, loves physical affection.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Hoodie stealer. Also scrolls through pictures of you guys on his phone and may give you a call.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Would in fact die for you man like you. Bulletproof love like Pierce the Veil.

[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!

[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"

[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.

[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.

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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.

[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.

[mr-celestial-writings]

Kitchen Aid

Day 21: Feast

Pairing: Clark Kent x GN! Reader

Summary: It's the Holidays! Clark brought you along to help Ma Kent. You two work well together, so what's the harm?

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"We're here!" Clark called, you by his side. You two removed your coats and scarves and put them away.

It was time for the Holiday get-together at the Kent household. You and Clark were asked to swing by early. Clark, unable to say no to his parents.

The house already smelled great, Ma Kent was already hard at work. Pa Kent came out to greet you.

"Was wondering when you two would show up! Martha's hard at work already. I keep telling her she doesn't need to prepare as much as she does for such a small get together." Pa Kent said with a laugh.

"My Boy and his partner need to eat! What kind of mother would I be?" Martha called from the kitchen. "Now come help me with the kitchen."

Clark, Pa Kent, and You all let out a soft laugh.

"You heard her, get to it." With that, Pa Kent went to get back to cleaning.

Clark led you to the kitchen, where Ma Kent was rushing around like a busy bee.

"Ma!" Clark greeted with a smile. Ma Kent stopped her cooking crusade, and hurried over to hug her baby.

"Clark! Honey! Thank you so much for coming on such short notice. You too, [Name]. I appreciate all the help." Ma Kent said gently.

You gave a nod, "Anytime, Mrs. Kent. Clark seemed so excited, and I didn't have it in me to refuse him." You explained.

Ma Kent laughed, "You better keep them, Clark." She teased.

Clark flushed, stuttering over himself, "M-Ma!"

Ma Kent just let out another laugh, "Now, Come on, you two. Dinner won't make itself."

You and Clark nodded, rolling up your sleeves, you both got to work helping Ma Kent.

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Hours of hard work, of sweat and tears, and it was time.

You and Clark set out the food as Pa Kent set up the table. Ma Kent brought out the ham, and you all sat down.

Everything smelled and looked so good! You were proud of your collective hardwork.

"You both did Great today. Thank you for the help!" Ma Kent smiled.

"Anytime, Ma. Besides, it was worth it!" Clark replied. He reached over and held your hand.

"Well, Dig in everyone. Don't let the hard work go to waste!"

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a/n: easily the best part of every Holiday: The Food.

[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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[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

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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 !!