South Peanuts

Bruce sends his kids little notes using carrier bats. It first started when Dick moved out and he wanted to talk to his son but didn't want to call and then have dick hang up on him or decline, didn't want to see his message be left on read, so he bought a little circus bat and taught it to fly to wherever Dick’s scent was (ie he would hang a piece of dicks clothing up at one end of the cave) and built him a nest built of dicks old bedsheets and then tied a little note to its foot, just a little question about how the weather is in Bludhaven and if hes getting enough sleep and alfred misses him, nothing that can be seen as overbearing or forcing himself into his life, and the little bat flies all the way to Bludhaven and hangs on Dicks window and Dick sees it and memories slam into him full force because bats are batman and robin and he cant, not yet. So he doesn't open the window. Ignores him. But the little bat is anything if not as stubborn as the man who trained him so he stays. And after two days Dick relents because the bat hasn't moved an inch and is probably hungry, so he brings him inside and then he sees the note for the first time and opens it and then he breaks and the tears flow because Bruce cares and bruce still wants him. And dick spends time with the little bat and takes it on missions as Nightwing because they’re both nocturnal and then finally, dick attaches a little note to the bats leg and he flies off to bruce. And bruce sees the little bat on his window and opens it, when he spots Dick standing just below, smiling faintly. “Hey b.” 

Bruce gets a bat from the cave ceiling for Babs almost immediately after her accident with Joker because he has responsibilities but he cant leave her alone so he sends her notes everyday and hopes the bat is a good enough companion and when she becomes oracle the bat serves as an exchange of information and contacts and bruce still uses him to check up on her and babs rolls her eyes everytime, but its fond

And so then when Jason comes bruce finds another little bat hanging in crime alley and uses her as a therapy animal after he dies and trains her the way he trained Dick’s but the bat doesn't have anyone to fly to and bruce tries not to cry when he sends it out with notes and it returns because it has no one to deliver to… until one day it doesn't come back. And bruce is afraid and confused and a week later the bat is back, a new note attached to her leg and bruce takes it and breaks down and he gets to talk to his son again. 

Tim already comes with his own bat because Nightwing has one, but the little girl imprints on Bruce right away and Tim pouts but he cant really be angry, not when Bruce sends his bat over to him almost daily while hes in the batcave or his room or the tower with reminders to eat and sleep and coupons for coffee

When Steph arrives Bruce hates himself for firing her but he just cant right now, but he stills gets a bat from the cave and sends it to her and apologizes because he cant bring himself to leave everything unspoken between them and Steph actually adores it and every so often she’ll send him a note and bruce knows hes forgiven

For Damian theres no need for a bat because he lives in the house with Bruce, but then they have Goliath and well… he serves as a messenger when no one else can get damian out of the training area

bruce has never named the bats, thinking that was for them alone to do and he didnt want to get too attached because theres always a chance he pushed too far and his kids wont send a message back, but one day all his kids were hanging out in the living room together and bruce had just come up to join them when he hears dick say "hey wheres b? the movie's about to start?" and jason chucks a piece of popcorn in his mouth and goes "idk, ill send him a note." but tim goes "no i will!" and all together they yell "ROBIN!!!" and all their bats come flying from the cave and fly to their specific masters and Bruce cant fight the tears and when every little bat flies towards him and delivers their note he walks out into the living room and gives them the biggest hug

Johnny Cage (top) x Kenshi Takahashi (bottom) smut. Maybe manhandling kink and rough smut followed by fluff/comfort (feel free to write whatever floats your boat).

🎀"LITTLE MOMENTS"🎀

johnny cage x kenshi takahashi | nsfw

cw! explicit sexual content, no plot/what plot, fluff and comfort, rough sex, biting, fluffy end, aftercare, top johhny cage, bottom kenshi takahashi, choking, attempt at dirty talk (I'm trying something new pls help), coming inside

thank you for the request! i had a lot fun with this since this type of smut is out of my expertise. It was fun experimenting!

Red marks were prevalent on the man's skin as he was turned by the hips. The cloth around his eyes moved slightly against its knot.

A light gasp came from Kenshi's lips as he pleaded for something to happen. The body in front of him was Johnny who had that stupid grin on his face.

"Johnny-"

The man came down sharply with a pinch to the blind man's thigh.

"Quiet."

Johnny lightly laughed as he entered once again into the other man.

Kenshi gasped which was followed with a noise. His tattooed hands clawed at the man's back as he was subjected to desperate and rough thrusts.

"Please-"

"Quiet!"

The blind man threw his head back as his sweet spot was hit hard and continuously by the assailant above him. The assault continued and Kenshi found himself trapped between the arms of Johnny. The weight pressured down and Kenshi groaned at the slight pain.

He felt the pressure ease up.

"God! Johnny!" A hand cupped over his mouth. He whined against the skin as he was assaulted even harder.

"Talk and I'll make it worse for you." A teasing tone from the actor followed that action. "How bout' some choking?" Kenshi groaned against his hand at that. Down below he throbbed and moved continuously as he was pushed down into the silk sheets.

"Got it Ken-Doll." The hand was removed and it went to the blind man's neck. Firm and tight. On instinct, Kenshi's hands clung to the wrist of the man above him. Kenshi opened his mouth for air, but nothing came in.

Once again he throbbed. Tried to make whines and whimpers but all that came was the strangled noises from being choked. "Feel good, Ken-Doll?" Johnny grinned darkly. The man below him simply tried to whine at his words and squeeze his neck.

The strangled words died and into bubbles. For some relief, Johnny removed his hand. The sweetness of air entering made the man in the sheets gasp. Gritting his teeth he hissed feeling his muscles contract.

A moan came from above. Kenshi lightly laughed, and a light slap was hit against his thigh. "Oh, you think that's funny?" A shiver ran up Kenshi's spine, and his filled crevice was suddenly empty. His whine did not stay long as a yelp was caused by the firm hands on his bare hips.

Like before Kenshi found himself on his hands and knees. His back was pushed by strong hands that were too calloused, and they weren't kind to him. Pecs and stomach were pushed against his back as a familiar organ filled him.

A moan spilled out before his mouth was taken by the other man. A groan within the kiss came out as Kenshi's blindfold was pulled lightly against his face.

A firm hand was on his hip as he was thrusted into and pushed down in the fabric below. It was all too much. The bruising speed was too much.

Kenshi ripped his head away for the need of air. Johnny made a noise of glee watching the man below him whine. "Too much for you Ken-Doll? Can't handle it?" He teased relentlessly.

"I'm gonna cum-"

"Do it."

A growl came from the topping male as Kenshi groaned as his throbbing cock came onto the sheets. The clenching of the muscles around Johhny was intense. The tightness itself made the actor cum.

"Fuuuck!-"

Johnny groaned loudly. His entire weight dropped onto Kenshi who groaned in pain and pleasure. He panted due to the overstimulation of his cock that was making friction against the ruined silk bedsheets.

The room was full of panting and moments breathing heavily. Ruffles of fabric moving and a creak of the bed moved as bodies moved around. Kenshi groaned as body weight was released and there was no longer any pressure. A whimper follow when there was friction between the sheets and his cock.

Pulling out allows a flow of white substance to come out. Thick and lots of it. Johnny patted the other's rear end and he left quick on his feet. Kenshi groaned as he picked himself back up, and just as he was on his knees hands grabbed him.

"No moving, Ken-Doll." The tussle of hair moved as his blindfold was loosened. "Let me take care of you." A chuckle from the blind man filled the air as he was pulled into the actor's chest.

"You were just manhandling me, and now you're talking me to be nice?" He laughed mockingly.

"Oh shut it." Johnny playfully teased. When wiping the other's lower section he grabbed onto the other cock and squeeze.

"Ah! Johnny!" A dark chuckle was heard from beside his ear, like a whisper.

"Don't be a brat."

Light laughter was released from Kenshi's lips. Cleaned he turned around and relished in the hold of the actor. "I'll hold you to it." They shared a laugh.

"You're such a brat."

GOODNESS INCARNATE

yandere avengers x kryptonian! reader | sfw

CW! male reader, can be seen as either platonic or romantic, toxic behavior, overprotective avengers, obsessive behavior, golden retriever! reader, ambiguous ending

Summary! at some point something fell from earth and crashed into earth. A new hero rises up in the city of Metropolis and catches the eye of Earth’s Mightiest Defenders, and it ends up getting a bit too far.

Part 2 (Coming Soon!)

don’t ask about the timeline or anything call it an au where endgame doesn’t happen :D

Somewhere in Kansas a space shuttle fell to earth. It was never found, but the couple said to be incapable of having children had a child, and a dog too.

A child that was above from normal. That being you. An alien from the planet Krypton that had died. You and your dog, Krypto being the only one of your kind.

The last surviving Kryptonians.

Your new parents were a joy to have. You loved them and they raised you very protectively, and in return you cared for them.

With your strength, and Krypto you helped save your city Metropolis for the first time. The massive billionaire Lex Luthor caused massive damage and almost killed a bunch of people if not for you.

Dressed in blue and red you were a symbol of hope. The S across your chest being a family crest. One of the last of your parents own existence.

The people loved you, and you find the world was interested in you. A hero that came out of nowhere.

And certainly you were loved. Nick Fury couldn’t deny the need to get you on the team of train wrecks.

In fact, it could all be seen all the way to a Spider Boy who could only look at the footage in awe. The hero was someone who Peter Parker aimed to be.

Beside him was Wanda, the Scarlet Witch who looked on with awe in her eyes as well. As a woman who’s gone after bad thing after bad thing she couldn’t help but want goodness.

You were goodness. She could feel it, even if it was through a video.

Tony was apprehensive but even so he never seen someone so good. It was like you never faced horror ever. Your kindness and not a hint of showing off, or playing around while fighting.

Determination.

Captain America; Steve Rogers saw himself in you. Goodness that he could never achieve. One that smiled despite it all, while somberness swallowed him into a boastful mouth.

Bucky would have to agree. He was smiling once back then, and you were literal sunshine. A smile on those lips with such natural strength, and treating civilians with such kindness.

Thor found you adorable, and could feel that you were worthy of his hammer. Even through videos of you he felt like you were worthy. Absolutely beautiful he also thought. What man could fly through the air so gracefully like that. Without a care, and just as quick.

Natasha and Clint admired you. Albeit maybe it was a sense of something they never got. A man who hadn’t ever killed in his life, and was smiling. A sense of light they never got, and there you were.

Sunshine for them to bask themselves in.

Bruce felt wary but you were strong. No anger seemed to be in your body. Surely yes you seemed angry at Lex Luthor but that was for obvious reasons. You weren’t always angry like him. Angry only when necessary, unlike him.

Control of yourself is what you had.

A semblance of this world is that it was corrupt. A source of true good like you, and while you weren’t of them you believed in good.

Good in human beings.

The avengers knew better.

So when you’re recruited they aimed to make sure you’d ease into that reality. When offered the chance you jumped at it.

Imagine the surprise when Krypto arrived by your side. The avengers were no less taken aback and flustered.

You smiled big and wide. Nothing to hide and kind to them all.

Unbeknownst to you the immediate thought of you changed. A being that was good and needed to be protected. This group had been through terrible things, and it brought them down.

Made them turn darker.

Wanda knew that better than anyone.

Bucky hated himself for it.

Peter remembered the days when people knew of him, and how in those last moments back then he almost committed true murder.

They hid it well.

Steve would greet you with open arms and a welcoming smile, “Welcome to the team!” He would pat you on the shoulder. He would blink when it felt like metal.

You would laugh brightly, and saying a lot of people said that. Although it wasn’t like you were gonna say you were an alien. Not yet anyway.

They would find out anyway. Thanking Wanda for that, for she read your mind.

Imagine the wonder Peter had when he talked to you. Over the years now that he was Spider-Man he had lost his once happy attitude in being a hero.

You a little older than him was still hopeful, and hadn’t started as a teenager. You were hopeful and Peter couldn’t help but admire you. That smile; the one he lost and you still had it.

You can’t blame him when he stole one of your notebooks. The pages had tons of notes of your perceived faults and self-hatred. Don’t blame him when he shows Steve and Tony.

Don’t mind the confusion when the entire team is praising you more than usual. Any time you lift something instead of the Hulk Bruce smiles. His anger dismissed and he’s praising you despite his shy nature.

Don’t be surprised when you get hurt and spit blood that you get tested by the scientist. Tony even going as far as tweaking your suit to make sure you’re more protected. It was sweet, but useless venture to say you didn’t need it.

Of course you needed it. You were young, and even had fewer experience than Peter. You had no idea what you were talking about. Bruce and Tony were older.

They knew better, and told you that.

Naively, you shrugged it off. Krypto would only tilt his head at the them, and albeit he became much more close to you.

Wanda didn’t seem to like the change.

Once or twice Krypto would stare at her. ‘Try it.’ The dog was protective and a nuisance. He could feel the darkness. The woman was more susceptible to the darkness. The obsession of getting you to herself.

The others so far, Bruce and Tony already got hands on you when you got injured. Although never really seemed to look into your mind. What if you got brain damage?

She could fix it. Her magic would change it from affecting you. Peter had too much time with you. She was more your age, so you should be with her.

In a way you reminded her of Vision. Kind and understanding. Normalcy that she begged for and clung to.

Maybe she could change the dog but you would notice. It would make you sad, and she didn’t want that. Surely she was wanting you to herself, but your happiness also mattered.

She would be careful.

Get Krypto’s trust was her plan.

The two who have killed before were floored with the kindness. With the protectiveness you gave them.

In act of almost being killed you rang over them with your huge size and protecting them in the blast. Your scream of pain was loud in their ears.

Thor heard it loud and clear. The enemy was on the floor in seconds. Too brutal for normal, and you questioned Thor.

The god gave an excuse that you completely fell for. Too sweet and naive for this world. A sheltered kid in the Midwest fields, with protective parents.

Still too unforgiving of this horrible world.

Thor couldn’t tell you that he almost aimed to kill the attacker.

Natasha would share a look with him.

They knew. Murder was out of the question, but when you screamed like that they knew that maybe maiming was the move. Clint would talk to you as the two discussed what to do with the assailant.

Hearing the news Bucky would want to check over your wounds. There were none but it didn't stop him from getting those mental fingers on your bare skin.

You would shiver. Cold against your warm skin. Shining like the sun Bucky would think. Steve would look too.

A body like his own and invincible to harm.

At least they thought.

Kryptonite was horrible. Lex Luthor's laugh haunted them. You on the floor and holding your chest. Blood flowing from your mouth and a bullet in your chest.

Bruce was terrified.

Peter and Wanda beside themselves.

And so when you awake from your slumber don't ask about the disappearance of Lex Luthor. Don't ask why you can't hear his distinct heat beat.

Don't ask your still on bed rest, and Krypto is so much more hostile towards everyone now. Wary of Wanda and her glares to your dog.

Don't ask why Bruce's lingering touch stayed.

Don't ask why your mind seemed played with.

Don't bother with the protective members who've been known to kill before to be so close to you.

Don’t tell Peter to leave your side. Don't ask Steve to stop defending your city, Metropolis.

All the avengers ask of you is to keep that smile on your face no matter how confused you are.

To keep there goodness, and to never be corrupted.

To be good.

Can you do a part 2 request for Tomas Vrbada x Muscular!Fem Reader in slightly smut?

Imagine Tomas sees his girlfriend in her nightgown. As she flexes her muscles to make him blush red

NIGHTTIME THOUGHTS

tomas vrbada x reader | sfw / nsfw-ish

CW! female reader, suggestive content, like only humping or explicit thoughts, fluffy, topish reader, Drabble

part 1

An empty bed and flushing ninja in it. How long ago had he’d been noticed by her, by you. A magnificent goddess with a overpowering stature.

A tall woman with a magnificent build.

You were everything that he admired.

Especially in that nightgown you threw onto your body. It hugged you in the right places and in the moonlight it was utterly beautiful to see you.

Finding you beautiful is always how he gets himself in these situations; you on his lap. He adored your weight on his lap, and movement of your hips.

You were forceful with it. Hands surrounding his face to make him look you in the eyes.

Or maybe what got him in this situation is when your flexed your muscles. Any time you did that he was flushing red. Didn’t know why but he liked the thought of getting dominated by you.

“Who’s my good boy.” It wasn’t a question. That teasing smirk of yours had him shaking. His hands resting on your hips as you two pleased each other.

“Me.” He whispered with a wobbly smile.

You laughed as you kept on moving. “You are and will continue to be.”

He laughed as he was pushed down onto the bed. The rustles of your nightgown being thrown and his own pajamas being taken off it would be a long night.

Especially when he caught sight of your magnificent body.

God, Tomas loved his life.

More importantly he loved you.

i think there's something really wrong with me

I can take them (not in a fight)

By @ smallstarrrr on xTwitter

CARESSING WORDS

edgar allan poe x reader | nsfw

Cw! female reader, sub on sub lowkey, first time, recieving oral (r), shy reader, soft sex but it gets desperate, lingerie, vaginal sex, protected sex, author has no idea what their doing lmao

thank you to the person who requested this! This request too got lost in the cosmos

Awkward was an understatement when describing the situation at the moment.

Him in the doorway and you on the bed looking pretty, like a goddess. Dressed in a black babydoll with pearls and glittered scattered across your skin.

The bling shined against the lit candles of the Victorian Chamber around you two. Edgar was enamored, and yet he was frozen. He was sweating just watching you stare him with your doe eyes full of eyeshadow and dark lashes.

This was something you had been planning for so long and here you were so nervous to even continue it.

In fact, all of this was so stressful. You and Edgar were shy people and it took forever to even get together until the likes of Ranpo, Yosano, and unlikely Mushitaro got tired of it. Now here you were on the silk sheets dressed in black sheer and lace.

The shyness extended to one another, and there had been the underlining tension of wanting to do something sexual, but neither made a move or anything at all.

Edgar at this moment was reminded that all his fantasies were proven to be true and he was given them. Those times he sat in his chair trying to write but his vision was taken by you. He held your hips while you grinded fabric against the fabric or the very semblance of your walls around him.

Even worse it would happen when you were in the same room. If you noticed his red face or the boner in his pants you never said a thing. He greatly appreciated that.

However, now he couldn't deny his red face and obvious boner.

You noticed as he found your form to be going back against the smooth pillows. "Do you like it...?" You asked lowly and shyly. He didn't know how to articulate what to say.

The moving of hair with his black nails and long fingers revealed one of his; that misty violet which was of snow and the moon. Like a gemstone that rarely ever got to shine. Wobbly with the intent of lust.

A whisper of his voice haunted you, "Yes..." Shaky and shy.

Most embarrassingly for you; opening your arms to the man. Shaking hands that were freezing despite the numerous candles. You ached for his touch. Damn the shyness and anxieties that came with touching one another.

Above all his worries Edgar abandoned his way at the door. His clothes legs deepened onto his bed, and his arms curved around your body. Shaking as he held your body close to his.

"Eddie? Will you please-?"

"Yes, of course my dear."

You both spoke in trembles. Both are hot to the touch with embarrassment embroidered into your bones. "Here." He whispered, and he dwelled downward. There was a hitch in your voice as his breathing came in contact with your clothed cunt.

You cursed under your breath as he moved your undergarments aside. His breath was shaky as he moved to taste the substance at your entrance. "Please." You begged and he complied.

It was so strange. The way his tongue touched your velvet walls and inside. Licking up to your clit and back into the side. Like a meal he never tasted before Edgar was hooked. He groaned as you moaned. Your hands reached to his beloved locks and pulled. It pulled a loud moan of pain and pressure, and vibrations were sent up.

Throwing your head back Edgar indulged himself into your entire being. Feeling as if he was eating you to your soul. Your entire being was in pleasure and it couldn't take it. Edgar was too good, despite the inexperience.

You whined loudly he separated from you when you were so close. "Edgar-" You whined for him. His lips drenched in you. His arms curving to take you into his arms without a care.

The clinking of a belt and shuffling of fabric filtered into the room. Soft hands take the large organ near your entrance. Breathing a lot so you could accommodate his size.

His fingers pulled you apart just as his tongue did. Edgar moaned your name sweetly. Kissing your lips hesitantly but it morphed into something more.

"Do it!" You breathlessly moaned for him to put it him, and he did. With a hiss, you were focused on him entering you. Edgar's voice was strangled as he was subjected to your tightness.

The rubber around him kept him from feeling all of you, but the tightness was there. Edgar relished in the tightness of you. You were endowed with his hold and care.

"I'm gonna!"

"Do it." Edgar rammed into you as he became more desperate. You were too much. Your velvet walls were so much and he loved it. Despite his inexperience Edgar proved to be exceptional.

He was beautiful as a writer just as he was a lover. He allowed you to drench his clothed stomach.

Feeling it he pulled out. You clung to him so that the hot organ could touch your sweaty stomach. Against it, he jerked himself as you practically ground yourself against him. The white substance covered you and your cunt beautifully.

"Eddie?" You questioned softly, a whisper to him. Your hands combing through his locks and soft smile on your face.

"Yes, of course." He endowed himself to you so sweetly. He loved you deeply as you did him. He was writer and showed his love dearly.

You were dear, as he was too.

He complied; once again entering you and sealed with a kiss.

honestly one of the main reasons I like dc is that they can’t keep a storyline straight for shit. anything I don’t like is just *not real*. that’s different storyline babes what are you talking about???

like at this point I can consider shit like wfa and hell even well written fanfics as canon bc who knows what’s going on with those funky little people?? certainly not the dc writers

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Jason and Bruce

Before I say anything, I like Jay and find his character interesting, and I dont know all the lore and cannon, so correct me if i get it wrong. Please don't throw hands. Im just rambling 🥲😅

I have two main thoughts on their dynamic, concerning how Jay interacts with Bruce.

Firstly, With what Jason went through, he was always going to come back angry. Which he has every right to be. He suffered a horrific tragedy. But he would always come back angry no matter what Bruce did. If he had killed the joker or not, he'd be angry at Bruce for something. Specifically mad at Bruce, which ill touch on later.

I find Jason tunneling his anger at the point that Bruce didn't avenge his death very interesting. Because everyone and they mama knows Bman doesn't kill. Ever. Like it's his entire shtick. Has he come close or wanted to? Yes. But he never does. So the fact that Jay is attacking that one stance is telling. He is angry and he wants to stay angry, whether he knows that or not. So how does he ensure that he can stay angry at Bruce and not have his father do something to fix his point of anger? He picks the one thing Bruce can't do, take a life.

If it was money or him being legally dead, that's an easy fix. Want out of Gotham? No problem. Anything? Anything else, Bruce can do. But the one line he never has and never will cross? No amount of money or legalities or anything can fix that. An immovable object and a relentless force, forever trapped together.

And the fact that he is mad at Bruce specifically is also telling. Because, not taking lives isn't a specifically Bruce take. But if Jason pulled some of the shit he has on anyone else? That's how lifelong grudges form, feuds that last generations. But he picked Bruce, again whether he realized it or not. Why? Because no matter what he does, what he takes, or who he kills, His father will always forgive him.

Just as much as Bruce's no killing rule is a main facet of his life, Bruces forgiveness is just as if not a bigger part of his identity. If any of his rouges decided one day that they were don't and went to batman for help, he would without hesitation. And who has seen that firsthand more than anyone? His robins. They've watched they're father, no matter how hopelessly, always attempt to drag these people up from the depths of insanity.

Jason will continue to rage at Bruce because he knows he will always forgive his child, no matter how much he weaponizes the one thing Bruce cannot give his son.