#his nightclub

[bulletsxlattes]

I like the way you kiss me, I can tell you miss me. - x

INPRNT

[radiance1]

Bruce has been chasing after Damian for years now, the once child now a young adult. He's missed 5 years of his son's life, due to a conversation where they both said the wrong words which resulted in Damian running away and somehow managing to evade all of them for so long.

He has to get to his son, before Talia sucks him right back up into the league.

They managed to track his location down to a nightclub, apparently, he was participating in a regularly held event that's been going on ever since 6 years ago.

So they went to the city the nightclub was in, disguised themselves in the crowd and was told to let each other know if they've found Damian.

He didn't expect to meet Talia and the same nightclub, but it made sense. If he was able to find Damian, then it makes sense for Talia to be able to do so as well, even after years hiding from the both of them.

He was keeping an eye on Talia, and she was keeping an eye on him as well, when the event started. The most popular-and only- DJ appeared and played music that had the civilians going wild, and then an entire stage sprang from the ground, multicolored lights coming to life.

This was an event in which multiple dancers had to compete against each other, for what was previously the chance to battle Wraith, the champion who also acted as the DJ, but that changed when Demon came around, overthrowing Wraith and yet, the two seemed to be evenly matched, taking the champion title from each other over the period of 5 years.

Now, who ever got far enough had the option to pick between the two, the Wraith or the Demon.

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Danny, or otherwise known as Wraith, managed to find a place for himself after losing everything to the Nasty Burger explosion, with the help of Vlad to get him back on his feet, he managed to find a place for himself in a nightclub in another city.

It was in that same city, that he didn't expect to see his twin, Damian Al Ghul, by himself. He explained that he left his father, and was on the run from their mother, Damian didn't know what to do with himself anymore.

Which-as much as he wasn't on a cordial relationship with Damian- reminded him of himself after the explosion of Nasty Burger. So, he took him in at his pretty decent size apartment, fully prepared to do what was needed for his older brother until he got back on his feet.

Then Damian followed him to the nightclub one day, and then the next demanded that Danny teach him so that he could earn his keep.

And Danny did.

He didn't expect for Damian to progress so fast that he was able to dethrone him, though. But he gave credit where credit was due, and if Damian was hellbent on doing this for a living, then he had to wear a mask to hide his identity, from you know, some types of fans and the League as well.

He asked Vlad for another neon mask- he had one himself- and Vlad gave him one surprisingly easy, and then he gave that mask to Damian.

And that, was how Wraith and Demon became regular champions that dethroned each other, until the manager told them to stop because no one else would be able to display their skills and instead made them both champions.

Either pick one or get two.

Their lives fell into an endless motion of DJing, dancing to earn money, and then going back home to a messy apartment, eating and then passing out.

It was a perfect routine that neither of them whished to disturb.

Then Danny saw Talia, and Damian saw Bruce, and suddenly that peace was threatened. Neither of them wanted to go back now, not after establishing this little thing for themselves that they carved out with their own two hands.

But it would be okay, as long as their masks stay on they would go unnoticed, after all.

They wouldn't even think that their children were dancers, would they?

[ratatatastic]

"LETS GO CAP, OVER HERE FELLA 🗣🗣" "coming! coming 😣💦!"

6.27.24

[sincerelywhistler]

🍷 Monroe Rebane🍷

Seductive Nightclub Owner

He’s a messy eater ;)

You’ve already met Alioth, but his boyfriend surely finds it lovely to meet your acquaintance as well. Maybe too lovely… keep an eye on that one.

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[thescreaminghat]

the 2nd and 3rd

[allthegothihopgirls]

jason parenting damian but in the most "pub dad" mixed with frat boy kind of way. if you even care

[leclercskiesahead]

Carlos Sainz at the grand opening of his smooth operator dance lounge

arialv

[foursaints]

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[foxgloveprincess]

okay but does anyone wanna hear about nightclub ari and the one that got away?

[johnslittlespoon]

curtbuckbucky nightclub au .* :☆ﾟ. ☽

open for drabble/more pics! <3

alright, i've never done a proper 'intro' post for a fic/au i have in mind, but this one has been rotting in my brain for ages and i know there's no way i'm not gonna write something for it eventually so here goes, bear with me <3 made a lil edit (took me fucking hours to collect enough stock footage lmfao) to go along with it too >:)

a modern au where college student curt is a regular at a new–ish queer nightclub, showing up every friday night without fail to dance his heart out, his way of de–stressing at the end of every week and getting his pent up energy out. he's the prettiest little thing, dresses up so fun– some nights he throws on dresses or crop tops with skirts or short shorts when he's feeling it, other nights he goes for more of a relaxed baggy pants and flowy linen button up type of vibe– always with the same pair of scuffed up sneakers on for ease of dancing.

the bartenders and other regulars adore their bubbly little club bunny, always looking out for him, doting on him with free drinks and food. and even if some of them eye curt like he's dinner when he's out on the floor swaying his hips, eyes closed to fully lose himself in the music, the glitter on his eyelids and cheekbones catching the lights just right, curt's not there for any of that. he dances with people occasionally, he's confident and carefree and likes the attention and it makes him giggle when he catches newcomers staring, doesn't mind a wandering hand here and there, but he never goes home with anyone. the same routine, every friday, dancing until his dark waves are curling damp with sweat against his temples and his black eyeshadow is smudged and he leaves to make the walk back to the flat he shares with a few roomies.

enter john and gale, longterm boyfriends who sometimes like to go out clubbing and find someone pretty to bring home for a fun time, only an open relationship in that sense– they have no interest in actually dating other people, both adamant that it's no strings attached, too head over heels for each other to have eyes for anyone else anyway.

they decide to check out a club they haven't been to yet, usually sticking to the tried and true ones, but a couple of their friends recommend it, so they give it a go one friday night. they've barely sat down at the bar with their drinks when they see a boy who, john comments to gale, looks like the 'energizer bunny' (gets a snort out of curt when he tells him so in the future.) even once they're buzzed enough to head out onto the dance floor together, neither of them can take their eyes off of the bundle of energy, mesmerized.

they both know the other is equally enamoured with the boy, drinking up all the glitter and bouncy curls and blissed out smiles, already knowing they just have to have him– the prettiest thing they've ever seen. curt's confused when they approach him, because he's noticed them too, has been admiring from afar, but he's also noticed their hands and lips all over each other, dancing much too close and comfortably to not be a couple. but john purrs out "we just like to have a little fun every now and then sweetheart, don't you?"

and no, not really, he doesn't. usually a night of exhausting himself dancing is his idea of fun, not ever looking for anything else, not finding most guys worth his time. but john and gale sweet talk him just right, spend time actually getting to know him when he agrees to let them buy him a drink at the bar, and fuck, they're both the hottest things he's seen walk into the club in a long time, and they're giving him all their attention? he decides that maybe he'll be brave and flirt back. despite his confidence and lack of caring what other people think about him, he's so shy and easily flustered when someone he's actually into makes the moves on him, doesn't even know what to do with himself when he realizes he's blushing at their compliments and the combination of their heavy gazes on him.

obviously they all get each other worked up as the night goes on, and curt goes home with them and gets his world rocked, spoiled and pillow princess–ed and showered in praise, not at all what he expects hook–ups to be like after having only been with people he's been dating. he expects to walk back home after since they all live in the same vicinity of downtown, tries to ignore his wobbly legs when he finally crawls out of bed, gets dragged back down by gale for one last messy breathless makeout while john gets him an uber before curt can protest or offer to pay.

normally john and gale don't get the numbers of their one night stands, but they want to make sure he gets home safe, and they can both gauge how the other is feeling and they know they'll want to see him again if they're lucky enough for curt to say yes, so john puts his number into curt's phone and tells him "text when you're home safe, yeah? or, y'know, text whenever you want." and curt isn't sure if this is john saying they both want to see him again, because he's dense and shy and they made it clear beforehand that they're in a closed relationship, but next friday he texts to let them know he'll be at the club again, and john and gale tell him they'll be there, the three of them going home together for a second time that night, and they fall into a routine from then on.

curt gets giddy every friday, dolling himself up extra pretty for the two men, flushed at their attention every time and so thrilled to dress up for someone other than himself for once. he can already feel himself going all heart–eyes for them after the second or third time they hook up, but he knows where he stands, and he's having fun experimenting for the first time and having two experienced, sweet guys show him a good time every week, so he doesn't want to jeopardize that by getting his feelings involved.

little does he know that john and gale are falling head over heels too for this sweet energetic boy, loving how much he spices up their lives, both in the bedroom and out, realizing their flat feels so quiet now on the nights where they don't take curt home with them. so that leads to some serious conversations to see if they're on the same page about getting to know curt better, both of them learning how to navigate this new territory because neither of them expected to want to bring someone else into their world like this. they agree they'd like to take curt out on a cute date, during the daytime for once, to properly test the waters and see how curt feels– of course he slots into their lives perfectly, as if he's been there all along. <3

but along the way: lots of slow burn, miscommunication, endless filthy smut, curt trying to balance college and work and friends with his newfound feelings for john and gale, john and gale getting dragged to raves and festivals by their always adventurous bf, city night–life juxtaposed by early morning domesticity, etc etc.

this has been floating around in my head for a couple weeks since i got this vision of 2012–stalker–era barry with eyeshadow and glitter stuck in my brain and thus a whole universe/plot spawned from it. honestly would mostly be pwp, but would love to write a proper fic for it anyway eventually, each chapter littered with filth, obviously LOL. i have so many thoughts and so many little scenarios planned out in my head already... these three have me in a chokehold.

i need to make proper intro/drabble posts like these for my other aus too aghhh it just takes so longggg because i get carried away with the drabble and then i have to find the perfect clips for edits and the perfect pics to tie it all together and suddenly i've spent half a day on one post but. someday <3 leaving!bikeriders au next surely! thx for reading hope u enjoy this version of the boys and hopefully i'll have time to write it soon!

all posts about this au will be under #curtbuckbucky nightclub au :-)

[virfujiwara]

He doesn't drink blood btw

[pauls1967moustache]

[medusagorgongirl1]

Teenager Bruce Wayne 100% tried to get into a goth night club in Gotham with a fucking fake ass ID that claimed his name was "Robert Morrissey" and the bouncer was definitely about ask how fucking stupid was Bruce, but Bruce panicked and threw $200 at bouncer before running in

[ratatatastic]

I couldn't believe the line out there when I pulled in! I mean, it's a Thursday or—I don't even know, I can't keep track of the days right now!

yeah i bet bud you havent stopped drinking since monday night going straight from the scf celebrations to elbo room to a nightclub in miami you were at not even 5 hours ago

CBS News Miami | 6.27.24 (x)

[celestialbruise]

Modern cultivation fem ranwan mo ran has a minor qi deviation her heads messed up, she tries to propose to the gorgeous cultivator lady with phoenix eyes and the lady ? Is married? Mr can fight ! Not sure why her insistence on this makes the lady laugh but ohhh its a beautiful laugh

I loved this one! I was giggling every five minutes, thank you sm for your beautiful mind<3 I hope you enjoy this one!

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Mo Ran’s eyes fought to open against the stickiness of sleep. A moment later, she was sorry she had wasted her efforts, her gritty eyes immediately assaulted by the blindingly bright light. Didn’t she have curtains in her room she drew every night? And what was with the cloying smell of antiseptic in the air?

A moment after that, Mo Ran was no longer sorry. In fact, her eyes opened as wide as they could - she swore she would never blink again. Not if it meant missing a second of the breathtaking beauty sat by her bedside. 

Mo Ran asked without thinking, her voice hazy like a dream, “Am I in heaven?”

Amber, phoenix eyes darted up to look at her then, and Mo Ran’s breath snagged almost painfully in her throat. Oh. Oh, she was not only beautiful - she was divinity incarnate. Caught off guard, the woman’s expression was incomparably soft, soft as a spring breeze and gentle, overwhelmingly so, just like the pale morning light dappling her elegant features.

Then, Mo Ran’s question registered, and those petal-pink lips quirked down into a frown. 

“What?”

“Because you’re a goddess,” Mo Ran murmured, skinned so raw by this woman’s beauty that she had no choice but to be honest. “Or did you come down to lead me there yourself?”

The woman cocked her head, her ponytail swishing with the movement. Mo Ran wanted to know what it felt like to tug, to hold it wrapped around her hand.

“....Mo Ran?”

Mo Ran’s heart thumped almost painfully against her breastbone. “You know my name?”

“Mn,” the woman’s eyebrows dipped, a look of quiet but clear confusion write plain as day on her visage. Mo Ran hadn’t the mind to question it - she hadn’t the mind for much of anything. That vernal visage had ensnared her, unraveled her.   

“What’s yours?”

“Chu Wanning?” Her eyes crinkled at the corners, a sight that drew Mo Ran’s enraptured eyes. 

“Wanning,” Mo Ran breathed out the name as if it were worship. “It suits you. You know, I always hoped my wife would have a beautiful name like that. Chu Wanning. It must be fate.”

“Are you thirsty?” Chu Wanning asked then, disregarding Mo Ran’s declaration. She proffered a paper cup of water. “Does your head hurt?”

Mo Ran took the water, because her throat was dry, and not only because of the beauty by her bedside. Her head also kind of hurt, too. But these matters were ultimately unimportant in the face of the question burning on the tip of her tongue. 

Mo Ran had to ask, “Look, I know we haven’t known each other for very long, and maybe it’s crazy, but - but I like you, okay? You’re so beautiful, and you have such a gentle face, and you have such a soft voice and you brought me water and fuck you have the nicest fingers….”

Mo Ran’s breath hitched as the back of Chu Wanning’s hand touched her forehead, and the rest of her question poured from her lips like the reawakening of a river breaking free of the winter’s ice that had encased it. 

“Wanning, will you marry me?”

Chu Wanning slowly shook her head and Mo Ran’s heart sank, sinking further and further before finally hitting cold, hard rock bottom as the beautiful, ethereal woman held up her left hand, her ring finger already claimed.

“What?” Of course, someone as elegant and refined and charming as Chu Wanning would be married. Who wouldn’t want to spend the rest of their life by her side? Mo Ran’s dream of two minutes had been shattered, but she refused to believe this wasn’t salvageable. “So? I’ll bet they aren’t as good as me. Wait - do you have a husband, or a wife?” Mo Ran had to be sure before she made her argument.

Chu Wanning tucked a stray strand of hair that had fallen out of her ponytail behind her ear. “I have a wife.”

“Pfft, and where is she? She left you all alone? She sounds like a real bitch. Wanning, if you were mine, I would never leave you alone. To part with you for even a single moment would feel like an agonizing eternity. I wouldn’t be able to bear such a separation - not from the one who holds my heart.”

Chu Wanning looked away, her rosy cheeks darkening sanguine. 

“Mo Ran…..”

“No, really, hear me out!” If Mo Ran wasn’t connected to a bunch of wires and also feeling dangerously light-headed, she would have gone down onto her knees to beg, that's how desperate she was for this woman. “Um, can she cook?”

“She can.”

Mo Ran scoffed. “I’ll bet I’m way better at it than her. I could cook you anything. Just say the word and it’s yours.”

Chu Wanning cocked her head, “What if I only like very mild dishes?”

“Baby, there won’t be a chili pepper in sight,” Mo Ran said earnestly. “I’m prepared to fight for you, you know. Oh! Can she fight? I have muscles. I could totally take her.”

“My wife is very strong,” Chu Wanning said solemnly. “She’s a peerless zongshi who has fought countless monsters and evil spirits.”

“I’m sure I could still kick her ass,” Mo Ran said with unearned confidence, considering she was currently laid up in a hospital bed because of an apparent illness she hadn’t even thought to ask about, yet. “I’d do it, if it meant I had a chance to hold your heart.”

Chu Wanning shook her head, that mesmerizing ponytail, while clearly disheveled, still somehow looking as soft as silk. “Ridiculous.”

“It’s really not!” Mo Ran’s voice broke as she folded her hands in prayer. Her heart was beating a painful beat, thrashing where it was kept trapped inside its cage of bone, held back from the one whose careful, safe hands it desired. “Wanning, I feel we’re meant to be together. Don’t you feel the same?”

“I’m sorry,” Chu Wanning said, dark lashes turning down as she pursed her lips. “But I love my wife,” she added in a mere whisper, her voice warm with love. “More than anything.”

Mo Ran could practically hear the exact moment her heart finally shattered, irrevocably. That was it, then. Such love, spoken with such deep, aching affection….

How could Mo Ran compete?

“Then…just stay with me. Please. Even - even if you love your wife, promise I can still stay by your side?”

Chu Wanning looked stricken, and Mo Ran hated that she’d been the one to put that look on her face. She’d kiss it away, if she could. But before she could apologize, or even hope to attempt to remedy such a seemingly hopeless situation, a cursory knock sounded before a doctor strode into the room. Mo Ran glared at the intruder, who looked steadily back, entirely nonplussed.

“Good. You’re awake. How are you feeling?” The doctor asked, though he didn’t seem to care either way. Chu Wanning’s glance flicked briefly towards the doctor, before seemingly tugged back by Mo Ran. 

“She seems to have….gaps in her memory.”

“Well, that’s to be expected,” he nodded. “It should only last a few hours. A day, at most. The qi deviation she suffered was relatively mild, as far as these things go. You’re lucky.”

Qi deviation? Mo Ran did vaguely remember flashes of light tearing through her vision, the feeling of fire coursing through her veins before it all disintegrated into a perfect, pitch black….

“Remember, when she’s discharged she’s not allowed to operate any heavy machinery or sign any legally binding documents for at least the next 48 hours. I recommend medicine, some hot tea and nourishing, mild food, and lots of rest.” The doctor fixed Mo Ran with a stern, no-nonsense look. “I trust you’ll allow your wife to take care of you?”

Wife? Mo Ran was married too? But she didn’t want any wife that wasn’t Chu Wanning! Was she going to have to get divorced now? She’d have to! And she very well should! After all, it wasn’t her wife who had waited steadfastly by her bedside, but an angel dressed in all white-

Mo Ran suddenly realized the doctor had gestured to Chu Wanning after these words were spoken. And it was only then Mo Ran realized Chu Wanning wasn’t holding back tears, but laughter. 

“Dummy,” Chu Wanning scoffed as Mo Ran turned her wide eyes onto her, but she was smiling, a soft, almost imperceptible, but breathtaking thing. “Look at your own hand.”

Mo Ran’s eyes darted down and widened impossibly further as the light caught on the matching band adorning her finger, the diamond glistening like a star. That light could rival the one that had just pierced the cracks running up and down her heart, filling her body with a radiant joy. 

“I’m married!” Mo Ran gasped, elation coursing through her veins like honey, warm and rich and syrupy-sweet. “I’m married to the most beautiful woman in the world!”

And Chu Wanning laughed, a soft, sweet sound that was perhaps the most beautiful sound to be found in all of the universe. That laugh left Mo Ran grasping for her, eager to pull this angelic creature into her arms to hold onto her, forever. To never forget her ever again. 

“That’s the happiest I’ve ever seen someone after a qi deviation,” the doctor muttered. Mo Ran paid him no mind, lavishing Chu Wanning’s face with tiny, greedy kisses, ignoring her half-hearted protests and the doctor’s scoffs about ‘newlyweds’ as he beat a hasty retreat from the room. 

“I’d still do anything to make you mine,” Mo Ran whispered against Chu Wanning’s trembling lips, lashes catching on her wife’s, their noses pressed together. “Even if it meant kicking my own ass.”

“Silly, that’s what you are,” Chu Wanning murmured fondly, pulling away to flick Mo Ran on the nose. “Don’t scare me like that again.”

Mo Ran couldn’t promise that, of course. Not with the lives they led. But she captured Chu Wanning’s hand and brought it to her lips, pressing a kiss to her skin, a wordless promise to always return, through hell and back.

[talk-danmei-to-me]

For the fanfic prompt please. Ranwan. Premature ejaculation: Mo Ran specific. Omegaverse optional.

Omegaverse accepted! Hopefully, I have achieved the assignment 😉

Enjoy!

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As soon as the day was done, Mo Ran headed straight for the Red Lotus Pavillion. It had been days since he'd last seen his shizun's face. He didn't want to wait anymore. Xue Zhengyong claimed Chu Wanning was in seclusion, cultivating, but Mo Ran didn't believe him. In the past, when Chu Wanning cultivated, he'd required his disciples to watch over him. Now, he was alone. Something didn't feel right.

Mo Ran had only just crossed into the gardens of the Red Lotus Pavillion when the unexpected sweet stench of pheromones filled the air, instantly sending waves of desire coursing throughout his body. His cock throbbed with anticipation and his feet developed a mind of their own as Mo Ran raced towards Chu Wanning's door, mind one track. Abandoning all proprietary, he crashed through the door in order to see the man inside as quickly as possible.

Mo Ran stopped dead in the threshold. His eyes fell on Chu Wanning, splayed out on the bed atop slick stained sheets, robes wide open. An erotic mix of soft moans and sobs filled the air as Chu Wanning worked his cock with one hand and ruthlessly fingered himself with the other. Mo Ran's cock ached as he watched his shizun bring himself to the brink again and again with no relief. He wanted to be inside him. He needed to fill him.

The scent that drew him in turned intoxicating within the enclosed space of Chu Wanning's bedroom. Another climax racked his body, but his hands continued to move. Mo Ran knelt beside him, his sense of self faltering by the second. The need to conquer, the urge to defile, the love he felt, battled in his blood, setting his nerves on fire. He ran his tongue along his teeth, pressing into his canines, imagining the taste of his Wanning's neck as he broke the skin. Mo Ran bit down, pain halting his impulses as he tried to plan appropriately, what to do next. His fingers twitched as he brushed Chu Wanning's sweat soaked hair from his face.

'Wanning...'

Chu Wanning paused in his ministrations and blindly reached out for Mo Ran, 'It hurts.'

'I know, baby.' He placed a line of soft kisses against the line of his knuckles, the tang of his slick evident on his skin.

Mo Ran wanted to taste more. He leaned in and captured Chu Wanning's lips. Chu Wanning grasped at the lapels of Mo Ran's robes and pulled him onto the bed.

Mo Ran broke the kiss, 'How-'

'Medicine,' Chu Wanning gasped as he rutted against him, 'I stopped... for you...' his breath hitched.

Mo Ran leaned in to kiss him again, but before he closed the minute distance between them, Chu Wanning wrapped his fingers around his leaking cock drawing a surprised gasp from Mo Ran's throat. With clumsy, yet purposeful strokes, he began to jerk him off.

Embarrassingly, Mo Ran's hips bucked forward, riding the waves of pleasure Chu Wanning offered. Usually, he focused on making his lover feel good, yet here he was getting carried away. A wanton moan escaped his throat as he let Chu Wanning toy with him. This was dangerous. At this point, desire had rid Mo Ran of all rational thought. He would do anything Chu Wanning asked of him. And if Chu Wanning allowed Mo Ran to do anything to his body, Mo Ran wouldn't be able to stop. He would devour Chu Wanning completely. Chu Wanning weakly raked his teeth along the line of Mo Ran's neck as he worked his cock.

'Want you inside,' he murmured, his strokes frenzied.

Mo Ran found himself fucking his fist, imagining how fantastic it would feel to be inside, how good he could make his Wanning feel with his knot pulsing inside him. His whole body tensed. Mo Ran groaned as his release joined Chu Wannig's come splattered stomach. Chu Wanning released his hold on Mo Ran's cock and brought his hand up to his stomach, wiping up the mess with his fingers. He gazed at his fingers, covered in his lover's come. Mo Ran watched, dumbfounded by his body's response. A string of apologies raced to the tip of his tongue, but all thoughts died the second Chu Wanning straddled him, he pressed his fingers inside and resumed his earlier ministrations.

'I'm ready,' Chu Wanning promised grinding against him to increase the friction and reawaken Mo Ran's weakened cock, 'Please, put it in.'