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repulsiveliquidation · 11 months ago

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Reservation || Laia Codina

warnings : smut (18+), fingering, cunnilingus, face-riding, lots of biting, thigh-riding.

summary : Laia goes on a little date with herself to celebrate the win over Brazil in the group stages where she meets a server who catches her eye.

Laia cheers with the rest of the team when they qualify for the quarterfinals. Pumping fists and lots of hugs later, she’s on a bus back to the olympic village with the rest of the girls.

“So what are we doing to celebrate, eh?” Jenni asks, wrapping her arm around Laia as she leans her head on Laia’s.

“I dunno but I need a hot shower before I even think about what to do,” Laia explains and Jenni rolls her eyes playfully, moving to make fun of Cata and her batman mask.

Laia goes on her phone, googling all the best spots for a little quiet wind down spot near the Olympic Village. She finds a quaint little family restaurant that’s away from town, which is sure to be absolutely void of patrons.

The pictures look promising and the local guide reviews are exceptional. As she scrolls through the photos and gets a little excited to try everything, there’s someone in those pictures that catches her eye and she’s hoping they’re there for service tonight. She calls, eager to make a reservation. A girl picks up.

“Bonjour, comment puis-je vous aider?”

“Uh,” Laia starts, remembering she doesn’t actually know anything in French.

“Um, connaissez-vous l'anglais??”

There was a bit of a word she understood; she smiled and nodded to no one in particular though Aitana did look at her friend funny.

“Yes, English!”

“Ah okay! What can I do for you miss…?”

“Laia!” She yells a little too excitedly, “can I make a reservation for one tonight please?”

“Yes, Laia was it?”

“Yes, thank you so much!”

“Of course, see you tonight, merci!”

Laia hangs up and looks quite proud of herself, sinking back into her chair on the bus. She looks out the window, mindlessly daydreaming about the girl she saw in the pictures while the rest of the girls begin to sing songs a little too loudly; before you know it Alexia yells at them to pull themselves together and shut the fuck up so she can sleep.

Of course no one listens to her and they continue to sing, Laia joins in just as they reach the chorus of their fifth Karol G number.

Jenni takes too long in the bathroom before she can fully rest a bit before her little date with herself in the evening. Laia feels a little nervous, unable to rest just a little before she leaves the room. Luckily the weather was nice and she could walk to the restaurant and enjoy the warm sun.

There was a little breeze, leaving her feeling quite refreshed and eager for her little date. Following Apple Maps on her phone, she finds the place rather easily. There were lots of locals out and about in the bars, watching the Olympics with their families.

Laia stood in front of the restaurant, waiting to be seated. There were a few people inside and it smelled delicious, she was quite proud of herself for finding this little gem.

“Avez-vous une réservation?”

”Um,” Laia looked up and saw her. The girl from the pictures. She stares at Laia with a little amused face, smiling bigger when she sees the little blush creep up on the Spainiards face.

“English?” Laia manages, smiling when the server nods and starts to take a menu.

“Does a pretty lady like you have a reservation?”

“Oh!” Laia gasps, “Sí, I mean yes, Laia.”

“Hmm, a pretty face to go with a pretty name. Come with me, you’ve got the best table in the house.”

“Really?”

“Oui, and it’s in my section,” you quip, winking at the deeply blushing Laia.

You pull the chair out for Laia, making sure to push it in carefully. With the menu in front of her, you begin to recommend the best dishes on it.

“What’s the best dish here?”

“Me, but I’m unfortunately not on the menu tonight.”

“Shame.”

“Yes, but our Salade de Chèvre Chaud to start would be lovely.”

“Sí, I’ll do that. And the Ha-chis, um, Parm-men-tier,” Laia tries, chuckling softly when you giggle at her.

“I’ll applaud you for trying but it says Meat Pie right under the French bit.”

“Oh,” Laia looks at the menu then up at you, watching as your eyes get a certain look in them.

“How about dessert?” You ask, leaning in a little closer than etiquettely acceptable.

“I want to keep my options open,” Laia says, her turn to be a little flirty.

“I like that, I’ll go put your order in. Would you like a bottle of wine to go with your meal?”

“Whatever you pick will be perfect.”

You wink at her and walk towards the kitchen, taking a deep breath behind the door. Your friend, Jessie, sees you looking flush and flustered.

“Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?”

“The cutest girl ever just walked in and I’m pretty sure we’re fucking after she has dinner.”

“What gave you that idea?”

“I saw it in her eyes, you know?”

“Maybe it was the delusion.”

“Maybe,” you say matter-of-factly, “she wants to give me an unforgettable night.” You punch Laia’s order into the POS. Jessie rolls her eyes at you and begins to take food that needs to be served and as you walk out to help her, you whisper a little confession to her.

“I’m gonna let her.”

“Here’s your Duck Salad and first glass of wine, enjoy,” you say to Laia, heart melting when she smiles up at you and thanks you in perfect French. You saw her on her phone earlier, mumbling to herself and she was clearly practicing phrases in an attempt to speak to you. When you bring her main, she’s got another nugget of information for you.

“Thank you, the salad was delicious,” Laia tried and when she finished, you were ready to take her home with you.

She finishes the last bits of her mashed potatoes, and since the restaurant is empty, you strike up a conversation. Laia was easy to talk to and was more than interested in talking more with you.

“Where are you from? You’re clearly not French.”

“Spain but I live in England,”

“Oh for work?”

“Sí,” Laia says with her big smile on her face. The boss was out with his lady for the night and since he was your dad, you were allowed to sit with a customer.

Laia offers to pour you some of her wine and you let her, watching your pretty eyes glimmer in the dim restaurant.

“What do you do Laia?”

“I play football!”

“What’s that? Is that an Olympic sport?”

Laia, flabbergasted, begins to sputter and explain the most famous sport in the world to the prettiest girl she had ever seen.

You knew perfectly well what it was and played a little with your brothers but decided that evening that you loved hearing her talk and this seemed like a good way to get Laia to keep talking.

“There’s eleven people on each–why are you laughing?”

“If you asked me to marry you right now, I think I would say yes. Are you always this adorable Laia?”

Laia understandably blushes and begins to stutter again, leaving you in a fit of more giggles. Laia stares at you as you laugh, feeling her heart grow fonder as the night goes on.

“Oh my where are my manners,” you say, standing, “would you like dessert?”

A mischievous grin adorns Laia’s face before she speaks.

“Only if you’re on the menu.”

You return her mischievous grin and vow to make her night worth it.

“That certainly sounds delicious, let me go ask the chef what he can do.”

You come back with her bill and an exciting update on Laia’s pending dessert.

“I get off at ten, wait for me outside?”

Laia nods excitedly, before looking down at the bill. It was zero.

“Wait, no! You don’t need to!”

“Consider it our first date on me,” you lean in and kiss her cheek, “I’ll be right outside,” you tell her before turning around abruptly “Oh! And watch out for Frankie, he likes head pats.”

Laia walks outside and sits along the street, keeping her eye out for anyone that looks like Frankie. Not long after, a fluffy, pearly white cat comes up to her, nudging his head against her shins.

“Debes ser Frankie,” Laia tells him, checking the little collar he had that rang when he sauntered. Laia gives him head pats as instructed, feeling the little guy purr and roll over onto his back for more lovings.

“My my, he normally isn’t that quick to roll over. I knew I was right about you,” you remark, kneeling beside Laia and joining in on giving Frankie affection. He’s more than happy to have two hands on him, mewing his head off in approval.

“My place or yours?”

“Mine isn’t exactly one-night stand friendly,” Laia says quietly, picking at her cuticles nervously.

“That’s okay, mine’s just up the road anyway,” you take her hand and begin walking up the street, the cool late night breeze blowing lightly on your faces.

“You really didn’t need to get my bill,” Laia tells you, smiling nervously at you. You wave in her face and smile, telling her it was your father’s restaurant so really it was on the house.

Your house though was a lovely two bedroom apartment that was in a quiet bit of town with no one around this late at night. There were a few tv’s on and you could barely hear the Olympics replays on them. Walking into your front room, Laia grinned and looked around curiously.

“I love that song,” Laia says quietly, reaching for the record sitting on top of your coffee table. You come around her and put ‘Turn Me On by Norah Jones’ in the player, turning around to face Laia. Her hands find your waist, pulling you closer as yours wrap around her neck. The familiar first verse plays and she makes you dance a little, which pulls a giggle out of you.

Both of you are nervous to make the first move and it’s because you’re both scared. As you ought to be.

“Putain,” you mutter in French before crashing your lips on the Spaniard’s.

The butterflies are replaced with fireworks. The nerves turned into desire. Clothes ripped from bodies and littered all over the floor. There were sirens in the background as breaths quickened. You nearly trip over your carpet when Laia walks you back to your couch.

Her lips are like sweet candy you’ve never tasted before, her skin burning hot to your touch. She kept her hands on your waist, pulling away panting.

“Do you want this?”

“More than anything, Laia.”

She presses her lips to yours again, hands much braver to explore you. The center-back reaches for your bra and unclasps it expertly, taking a breast in her mouth eagerly.

“You’ve –ah fuck–you’ve done this before…” you gasp, back arching into her mouth. She rips her head away from you and you whine, her hand kneading the other breast expertly.

“Sí, one or twice,” Laia responds, a naughty grin on her face. She leaves hickeys all over your chest, suckling softly on your nipple that hardened in her mouth. You whimper, hands tangled in Laia’s hair.

“Eres tan hermosa amor,”

“Fuck, keep talking to me Laia,” you whisper, pulling the Spaniard closer to you. She buries her face in your neck, kissing and sucking while her hands pull your leg over hers. Slender fingers slip into your underwear and a deep giggle rings in your ears when the fingers feel your soaked folds.

“¿Estás tan mojada por un maldito extraño, cariño? Wet for a stranger?”

“Y–Yes,” you whisper, eyes closing tightly as you feel Laia’s fingers slowly rub your clit. Her fingers are gentle but apply appropriate pressure, little shocks of pleasure surge up into your body. She takes your breast back into her mouth and sucks hard, pushing you into a flurry of ecstacy.

“Does that feel good, amor?” Laia asks cheekily, fingers teasing themselves against your pussy. Your hips grind up and down into the feeling, her fingers naughtily pull away. She pushes you up against the armrest of the couch while she kneels before you. Your legs open themselves for her and she smiles, kissing up your legs. Her slightly rough hands send goosebumps all over your skin, breath catching in your throat.

“More…” you beg in French, noticing that Laia immediately understands. Her hands press your hips down and her kisses begin to move higher and higher, closer and closer to your core.

Laia leaves hickeys all over your inner thighs, licking and sucking hard on your skin. You’re all red when she moves to your core, hair slightly tousled. You pull her up and kiss her passionately, tongues exploring each other’s mouths.

“Where do you want me touching you, sweetheart?” Laia asks, hands gliding over your tummy and inner thighs.

“Down there,” you point, feeling a pillow rest behind your head. You fidget and get comfortable, hands aching to take care of your little problem. Laia gets comfortable beside you and shushes you, slender fingers circling your clit again. She’s slow with her movements and nibbles on your ear, feeling your body lean into hers softly.

“Here?” Laia asks smugly, free hand slipping underneath your neck to cradle your head. You nod and your head turns into her neck and you bite a dark hickey under her ear. Laia moans, fingers slipping into your pussy which pulls a groan out of you.

The pads of her fingertips find your sweet spot a little too easily and it sends pure pleasure through your veins. Her palm rubs on your clit and you groan, breath hot on Laia’s neck.

“You look so pretty like this, princesa,” Laia teases, “I bet you’re prettier when you come, no?”

Her fingers inside you make space for a third, your appreciation of being touched goes unnoticed by her; the sound of how wet you are appeals to her ego. She growls in your ear and you gush, arousal sticking to her fingers.

“You’re getting close, sí?”

“Yes, so fucking close!”

“Mmh, been wanting to see you come the moment I laid eyes on you,” Laia whispers into your ear, her hands speeding up inside you. They press right against your sweet spot, eyes seeing blinding white when your orgasm sneaks up on you.

“Fuck!”

You grip her arms and your back arches fully off the bed, her fingers don’t stop till you’re seeing stars. You search for her lips and smash them on yours, taking in her breath and your whines. She pulls away and her fingers fill your mouth.

“Clean them up, that’s a good girl,”

You suck on her digits sloppily, saliva running down her hand and forearm. Your eyes never leave hers, boring deep into her deep brown ones.

“Want you to ride my face,” you whisper. Laia, taken aback, goes wide-eyed and nods slowly, kissing you hard. You lay back on the couch and Laia climbs on top of you. She’s cautious but with a little encouragement from you, she kneels over you and gently sits on your tongue.

Your hands hold her up and she begins to grind down on you slowly. Her jaw slacks and you groan against her clit, licking up all her built up arousal. Her hands grip your hair like you did earlier, hips grinding down harder and faster the more you lick.

Your tongue finds her hole and slips in; Laia groans and bounces just a little to ride it. Your hands however, enjoy kneading her firm ass as they help her grind on top of you.

You’re sure your chin is pruned with how wet she is, fingers coming around her body to flick at her clit. Laia’s eyes find yours and she zeroes in on your gaze as her thighs start to shake. The invisible pull behind her belly button becomes too much to hold in and the moment you feel her muscle tension go away, she comes right on your tongue.

This was not how you saw your night going when you picked the phone at the restaurant but it was a night to remember.

She climbs off your face and grins stupidly, grabbing your face to taste herself off you. She moans and is intentionally sloppy with her kisses, whining when the taste of her lingers on your tongue.

Laia’s eyes go dark and she flips you over. You’re sat on her thigh and her strong hands guide your hips to start moving. Your clit, soaked in even more slick, creates the perfect environment for riding her thigh. Your hips rock slowly, pressing down hard to increase your pleasure.

Your hands wrap around her neck and your face tucked into the side. She whispers dirty things into your ear in Spanish, her deep voice sends chills down your spine; you’re sure you’ve never been more attracted to anyone in your life.

“Such a good girl, making yourself come on me hm?”

“Oui,” you whine, sucking on her neck to make the bruises you left earlier even darker. She spanks your ass and sucks on your breast again, being sure to suckle hard. Your thighs burn but you keep riding, breath unsteady as your second orgasm builds inside of you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum…”

“Ven por mí, princesa.”

You do, riding her thigh hard and fast. Your thighs shake like hers did, kissing her soft lips messily. You pant into each others mouths, feeling smiles appear on your faces.

“That was awesome,” you tell her, slipping into her arms on the couch. She’s still smiling as she nods, leaning in to kiss you again. She wraps her arms tight around your middle, when the sound of the tv turning on startles the both of you.

“Frankie!” you scream, seeing the pearly white beast standing on the coffee table on the remote.

The replay of the group stage Spain-Brazil game was on. Laia’s face was on the jumbotron.

You look from the tv to the girl whose arms you’re sitting in and see the resemblance. Your jaw drops and your heart rate goes up.

You just slept with the Spanish center-back who was here for the Olympics. An Olympian.

“So when you said your house wasn’t and I quote “...exactly one-night stand friendly,” you were talking about the fucking Olympic village?!”

“Uh, yes?”

“I’m gonna kill you,” you say with gritted teeth, turning around in her arms. She jumps off the couch, leaving you to chase her all over your little apartment. Frankie curls up in the warm spot near the heater and watches you two act like children, tail swishing amusedly.

“How about!” Laia says breathlessly when you corner her in the kitchen, still stark fucking naked, “I’ll get you tickets to the quarterfinals and take you out on a proper date, my treat, to make it up to you?”

“I want a kiss for every goal your team scores at the end, tell Alexia and Jenni they better get to scoring if you want them.”

“Deal.”

Laia got a total of six kisses broadcasted on the very same jumbotron at the Colombia game, but the sight of you in her jersey was just as good if not better than the picture of you two kissing that was pinned on the wall at your parents restaurant.

#laia codina #laia codina x reader #laia codina smut #woso community #woso x reader #woso #woso imagine #arsenal wfc x reader #arsenal wfc #woso imagines #woso one shot #woso smut #woso fanfics

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omgfangirlland · 14 days ago

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I need part two of the Talia twin reader!

Reader meeting the justice League or Bruce and reader attending a gala but some of the villains like lex tries to hit on her.. I need an overprotective Damien to reader 👺

-🔱

Continuation of this drabble!

On a completely different plane of existence- sunflower seeds are so addictive. I open one bag, and in five minutes, the seeds are gone, and I'm left with regrets and salty lips.

You knew Bruce was Batman, that man can't lie to your face about whether or not he drank water that day, let alone him being a vigilante- his little adoption problem was- more of a surprise. You didn't notice it as a pattern, not at first, not when a tense Bruce stepped into the library with a very quiet Richard Grayson.

The boy had a greeting on his tongue, but it caught in his throat as his eyes landed on you. Bruce seemed- cold. Stern like his own father, but much colder- he truly thought he'd be a lonely rich man.

"Hi-" Bruce cleared his throat when his voice cracked, and Dick thought he was dreaming. What is happening right now? This is not the same man he met a few hours ago.

"Well, hello there. And you are?" The boy answered softly, meek, could barely look you in your eyes. "It's nice meeting you, Dick. And will you be staying with us long?"

Dick looked up at the man, as if asking him to answer, but Bruce just kneeled down to his height, placing a hand on the kid's shoulder. "You can stay here for as long as you want. We'll gladly take care of you as long as you'll have us- and if you don't want to stay here-"

Bruce was nervous, rambling about the many choices Dick has, and you just sighed, intrerrupting your dear husband. "I'd love for you to stay." You got up and walked to the boy, holding out your hand. "Come on, I'll show you to the room closest to ours. If anything happens during the night, you can come straight to us, but for now, I think we all should sleep and talk tomorrow."

Dick took your hand, immediately sticking to your side, letting you lead him out of the library. Bruce squeaked as you dug your finger in his rib, and Dick snorted, hiding his smile from the man in your hand. This can't be that bad.

And it was better than expected. It took a while for young Richard to stop sleeping with you two- the boy always snuck into your room at night- but neither of you were complaining, happy to see the boy trust you so much.

And sure, there were a lot of hiccups, but he could always gossip about Bruce with auntie Talia. But there was always something nagging at the back of his head.

"Why haven't you and Bruce officially adopted me?" He had asked one day as he kept you company in your office, and you just smiled at him, running a hand through his soft hair. "Is that something you want? We didn't want to overstep, it felt wrong to just force that upon you when you just lost your parents."

"I'd love it if you two did." He whispered, eyes getting teary. Your eyes looked through a drawer you opened. "Have you ever seen Bruce cry?" Dick frowned, lip trembling as he asked what that had to do with the topic of the conversation.

"Because I think you'll enjoy it." His breath hitched as he read over the papers you handed to him. Adoption papers. Adoption papers filed on the very next day he came to the manor, your signature already on it- all it needed was Bruce's.

Both Bruce and Dick cried that evening, and Alfred took a lot of photos and videos.

Then Jason came, and while Dick was still salty about letting the Robin mantle go, your excitement over his new costume as Nightwing made it disappear.

While it took a while for little Richard to be clingy, Jason was so from the start. It hurt to see him go searching for his biological mom.

Now- Ra's and Brcue were still at each other's throats, but your father's loyalty will always be his girls' first. As soon as he found out what Joker was about to plan, he snitched. Jason still got his shit wrecked but he enjoyed seeing his ma beat the fun out of Joker while auntie Talia dealt with the bomb.

"I'm sorry, mama. I shouldn't have-" Jason finally spoke once they were in the Batmobile, but you just shushed him, prepping his bruised face with soft kisses. He had nothing to be sorry about... Bruce did bench him, but it didn't last long.

"I think I'll take the red hood monocle. What do you think, mom?"

"Wha- Red Hood? What about my opinion?"

"Dad, we both know the only opinions that matter in this house are Alfred's and mom's."

Bruce looked at Dick, but the young man just looked at his plate, stuffing his mouth with more and more food. "I think it's fitting. It'll annoy the clown and kind of keep up Bruce's thing- the-" You waved your hand trying to find the correct word. "- thing of naming yourself around something that scared you-"

Jason wanted to argue, but only huffed and continued to munch.

Tim- well... you just woke up with him one night on the balcony with a tired and pouting Bruce. "Hello, madame Wayne. I'm not here to be adopted- I just want to be Robin." He smiled up at you, walked past, and took one of the empty rooms near your room.

Bruce just moved closer to you, wrapped his arms around you, and buried his face in your neck, groaning softly as he nudged you towards the bed. He refused to tell you how he met Tim, but you found out from the boy.

Bruce slipped from the ledge, hitting his jaw on a twin building and almost breaking his back on the fire escape railing. Tim was worried Bruce had died as the man just sat for a while, rag-dolled, on the bent railing, reevaluating his life choices.

By the time Cassandra came, you were pregnant with Damian, and the girl REFUSED to leave your side, she was worse than Talia, but you couldn't be mad at the young girl, not when she'd snuggle against you and look up at you with those surprised eyes every time Damian kicked.

Duke was the lucky charm(in your words) that made your water break after nine long months of the kids, Alfred, Bruce, and your father and sister essentially haunting you just to make sure everything was ok. Duke was terrified when your water broke, the teen almost crying the whole way to the hospital.

Your kids, all of them, yes, even you, Barbara, Steph- were all overprotective to some degree, but Damian was over the top right from birth.

The doctors couldn't touch you without him fussing, and he sure as hell didn't appreciate being taken away from you, thank you very much. Sadly, not even his father was free from his judgment.

Every time Bruce would try to kiss you or snuggle close to you, Damian's eyes would stare the man right down, his hands, if free, reaching to pull the man away. Disturbing his time with ummi like this- the audacity.

You, teaching him to attack on command, didn't help either- the boy would eagerly look at you for any sight of the command when Bruce was holding him, waiting to nibble with his gums on his father's face.

As he grew, he got more used to his father, siblings, and other family members(he still pulled on Ra's goatee). But his mortal enemies, Oliver Queen and Lex Luthor, had no break from the toddler, becoming more of a menace to them when he started walking and talking.

And Bruce loved it.

"Momma's a queen. You're bald. Ew." He'd said once to Luthor(after kicking his shin), and Bruce didn't excuse them both to reprimand his boy, no- he laughed and rewarded him. "But don't tell mom, she'll make you apologize." And Damian was okay with keeping that secret.

Oliver Queen was terrified of the boy. He was just talking to you one night at a gala, enjoying life and all that, then he saw this little blob of black running for him, and as soon as he realized it was Damian Fucking Wayne, he ran away faster than the Flash. The last time he let the boy near him, Damian almost bit a finger off.

"Huh, guess he had to leave." You shrug as you pick up your youngest, setting him on your hip. Damian immediately wrapped his little arms around your neck and hid his smile in your neck.

#anon ask #🔱 anon #fem!reader #dc x reader #bruce wayne x reader #damian wayne & reader #dick grayson & reader

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jaysgirlx · 1 year ago

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Can you do a fic based off of https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRcsG8Yu/ this TikTok when Jason and reader was talking and it got deep and he joked about off!ng himself and the reader sits with him all night just in case he wasn’t joking? Please? I love your writing so much and if this is a touchy topic feel free to ignore or correct. Have a nice day!

❝ 𝐈’𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ❞

❥ pairing: jason todd x civilian f!reader

❥ summary: Jason and you are close, you always have been so close that you thought you knew him well enough to read his mind except you're wrong about that, and what you learn ends up scaring you more.

❥ warnings: mentions of death/suicide/afterlife, reminiscing of torture, heavy angst, little fluff, happy ending

❥ wc: 1.5k

Your fingers, combed through Jason's black locks while he focused his attention on you. The two of you had moments on these where you sat together in a comfortable silence. They tended to happen when one of you was upset, usually you but tonight you could tell something was wrong with Jason. So you kept quiet and let him rest. You didn't know if late nights like these would last forever.

"How long are you going to play with my hair princess?"

"Until you tell me what's wrong Jay"

Again you both fell into a silence. This time it was awkward like maybe you should've played dumb but it was too late night to think that. Jason sighed and sat up on your couch and laid his head on your lap. You tried to remove your hand from his hair but he gave this look like this is what he needed at least for tonight.

You weren't sure if or when you and Jason had crossed the friend boundary. The two of you obviously had not slept together but you had kissed numerous times. Sometimes when he was anxious you'd kiss him just to calm him down and it worked, except for the fact you'd end up making out. Or when he would go on patrol and you were worried he would kiss you and then he'd end up cuddling you till you slept off. The kisses you both shared were like little reassurances of love. Though the two of you never actually spoke about what they really meant.

You had wanted to for the longest time but you didn't because in the end you always knew that Jason cared for you. You could tell by the way he always left you breakfast when he had to leave while you were asleep or by the way he'd walk you home if you had decided to work overtime. Jason cared in his own little way and you take what you got especially since he made the best pancakes.

"I fought with Bruce today, he took Dick's side on something and I just got mad…I know they both care, but it doesn't feel like it sometimes y'know? It still feels like they're Batman and Nightwing and I'm still Robin" He stopped himself from speaking further like if he spoke more, he'd say something he'd regret. Jason didn't want to drop all his problems on you because he knew you would listen and he knew you'd comfort him. You did so much for him and was slightly worried he was becoming too much. Jason didn't want to become a burden to you, he enjoyed spending time with you and he didn't wan to fuck that up.

"I've always got your side Jay if that helps and you're not Robin anymore okay and regardless of that, Robin didn't make you…well you" you say, caressing his face. "You're just you Jay and if they've got a problem with you well then they have a problem with me"

"Well, I think I hate myself if I'm being honest" Those words made your hands stop and now you started to really listen. You knew Jason wasn't exactly happy with his life but you didn't think he hated himself. He was so cocky all the time that you couldn't even fathom the idea of him hating himself. "These days getting up in the mornings is so difficult and a good night's rest…I don't remember the last time I had one"

"Well I think we all can relate to that, life kinda sucks for all of us Jay. Everything we do is out of our hands and it seems like no matter how hard we try we're never fully just happy"

"You got that right, the last time I was really happy was…well nevermind, But sometimes I think about killing myself"

"Well I mean we all have, I thought about it a couple of times when work gets hard but-

"No y/n, I mean like really killing myself, like just putting my gun to my head and that's it." He laughs but you still don't manage to find it funny. "I know damn well there will be plenty of people who will probably find it pretty, my brains splattered everywhere and my body lifeless"

"I'd really prefer you'd not do that Jay"

"Okay but in all seriousness-"

"I don't want to hear this Jay"

"I'd want you to plan my funeral, you'd make it beautiful and hopefully not gloomy"

"Jay is this a funny matter, stop joking around"

"I doubt there's an afterlife, seeing that I did die once and I don't remember any floating gates or firey pits"

"Jay please stop it"

"C'mon we both know without you, I'd be better off-"

"No." you said and it came out broken. Jason looked up at you, you weren't playing with his hair anymore, you were crying. He tried to reach up and your tears away but you pushed away his hand. He hadn't meant to upset you, he didn't mean it. Well, he did but he wasn't going to, not when you still cared for him. You were what he was living for. "No, you can't do that Jay"

He again tries to wipe your tears and this time you let him, he sits up and kisses your forehead wishing he had never said anything. You were his world and all he could ever ask for. Without you, who would be there for him after a bad run on patrol? or when his nightmares would start coming back? Deep down Jason Todd is scared of living, he's scared of living without you. "I won't sweetheart, I won't, I promise. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said any of that"

Now he's holding you and rubbing your back, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. The two of you fell back into your comfortable silence, while Jason made himself comfortable again laying his head on your lap. He hates seeing you that way, with that look of fear and worry. He never wanted to cause it. He wanted to say something but all those hours of patrol and working overtime finally caught up to him. He thought he'd just take a nap, he didn't want to burden you with how heavy he was, lying on his lap but he couldn't help you, your lap was so comfy.

For a while, you watched Jason and didn't know why you were. He said he wouldn't hurt himself, he promised. Still, you were scared because of the way he talked about it...it was clear it wasn't the first time. You knew he had fallen asleep, his tell was that his breathing had slowed. You picked that up when he started coming over early in that morning to nap with you. Jason was only ever truly calm when was he asleep with you.

Watching him like this felt natural like you had to do this. You knew he was serious about killing himself and you just couldn't imagine a life with him, without Jason. Gently you caressed his sleeping face, admiring how handsome he was. The things that happened to him, you knew they affected him but you didn't want to think he'd go as far as to…no you couldn't think of it.

You leaned your own body back on the couch and tried to relax. You'd stay all night with him if you had to, you'd make sure he was safe. You weekend a vigilante like him, you couldn't fight and protect him from villains but you could protect him from himself. It probably seems crazy that you want to protect Jason Todd from himself but it's all you know how to do. You're not completely sure if Jason loves you but you know that you love him.

"I will always be with you, I'm yours Jay, I'm with you" you whisper sweetly against his forehead, before planting a soft kiss. You watch him all night and he sleeps quietly and hopefully comfortably with his head resting on your lap. You didn't work the next day and you had stayed up all night before, this wouldn't be difficult for you.

Even if it was, it was for Jason and he was always worth any trouble. You wish you could tell him that but that's a conversation for another time, for now, you just want to make sure he is still alive every morning.

When Jason Todd wakes up the following morning, you're drinking what he thinks is probably coffee and reading a book. His eyes fixate on you and he reaches up to brush his hand against your face, you smile at the soft touch. HE lets out a yawn and finally speaks up, "Whatcha doing up so early, princess?"

"Just admiring you Jay"

"M'sorry for sleeping on you, and I'm even more sorry for making you feel upset last night, you're…you're very important to me y/n, and as long as you'll have me, I'll be here"

"And I'm with you, for as long as you'll have me" you say with a smile as you hand him the rest of your coffee. He drank the rest before gently pressing a kiss to your lips. Another reassure of his love

Jason Todd was yours for a lifetime and you were happy with just that.

❥ a/n: sorry this took so long anon! I kept rewriting it because I didn't like how it was going. btw comment to be added to my taglist.

❥ taglist: @meowkn, @nia-jul, @woodenanemone, @millyhelp, @yourlocalcringydaydreamer, @kazzattack, @orchidsangel

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reallyromealone · 4 months ago

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Title: zoo!

Fandom: DC

Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce wayne

Fic type: fluff

Pairings: superbat

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, child male reader, reader is Batman's son

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Summary: Clark wants to bond with Bruce's kids, the two recently starting dating and so starting with the youngest (name), the two go to the zoo

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Clark was excited that he was being trusted with his boyfriends youngest, the two dating for eight months now and finally the time aligned for them! He was gonna take little (name) out for a playdate!

He had hung out with the other batkids previously, both in and out of costume and now it was the youngests turn. (Name) Was crawling down the stairs like a big boy while Bruce walked slowly beside him, the two matching today in turtle necks and nice pants and (name) even wore the same shoes as the billionaire to boot "only thing different is socks and underwear" Bruce huffed a laugh at his son's love to match him and (name) did a little bounce "now, remember to be nice to Clark and don't run off ok?" Bruce spoke to his toddler who looked up at Clark and raised his little arms.

"Told you he liked you" Bruce chuckled as Clark adjusted the boy in his arms, (name) enjoying the height advantage to look around and even tried to get Clark's glasses "nono, baby bat!" Clark teased the boy "ya can't steal my glasses!" He tickled the boys belly who in turn let out little laughs "so what's the plan today, for you two?" Bruce asked, thankful to have a break and Clark was more than happy to give his boyfriend some time to himself.

"We're going to the zoo!" Clark cheered and (name) looked up at him and began clapping, still not the chattiest child but his enthusiasm knew no bounds. "Wow, you hear that? You get to see (animal)!" Bruce was in dad mode at this point, a rare sight that was only seen in private or if needed. (Name) Bounced in the heroes arms and made (animal sounds) as best as the toddler could "he's quiet today" Clark said taking the baby bag from Bruce and slinging it over his shoulder "he's more into sound effects today-- well that and the occasional demand for juice"

(Name) Perked up "joose?" His little voice hopeful and Bruce sighed "later, sweetpea" he promised and (name) let out a dramatic sigh "thirsy..." He wasn't, he just wanted juice and Bruce knew that "you can have water then"

The two bickered a bit before (name) grumbled and turned away from his dad, knowing he lost.

He would just get Clark to do it later.

(Name) Let himself get buckled into the car seat in Clark's car, kicking his little feet and staring at Clark "were gonna have a blast! I know I'm not Bruce but I hope you allow me in your life" (name) didn't quite get what that meant "we get kee?" "We can absolutely get ice cream while were there!" Clark promised the boy who beamed at him.

Bruce had a playlist for (name), trying to avoid him and screens as much a spossible and Clark respected the man's decision and put on the tots playlist and got ready to hear a lot of baby shark and the ants go marching. (Name) Surprisingly kept with the song, stumbling a bit and some words completely nonsense but he sang none the less and Clark couldn't help but join in, the boys clear joy infectious and seeing (name) grin at his happiness made Clark smile.

"Ire!" (Name) Yelled, pointing to a sign that had a tiger on it, resting in Clark's arms while they walked up to the zoo's entrance, Bruce making sure they had exclusive tickets "I understand you can pay for yourself but that won't stop me from spoiling you, you two enjoy yourself" is what he got when trying to argue with Bruce who handed him the VIP tickets and honestly he was thankful, it included free food and special viewing areas that weren't typical to the public. Putting on (name)s hat and some sunscreen to protect them from the Gotham summer rays "there! Now you're ready for the zoo!" He grinned at the tot who punched the air a little, clearly mimicking his brothers "go!" He said determined and Clark couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiasm.

The zoo was decently busy, not overly packed thankfully while mascots walked around and (name) looked excited at one of (animal) and began whining and wiggling "you can't run off but we can go say hi" Clark said to the boy who huffed but let the alien carry him towards the costumed person and seeing (name) beam was worth everything "aloom" (name) was happy when a balloon was tied to his arm and waved it around and looked at Clark happy.

First place they went was the big cats, (name) standing infront of the glass while a tiger stared back, Clark snapping photos of the boy mimicking the tigers movements with excitement before looking back at Clark.

From big cats to penguins, (name) enjoyed them all.

Currently the two were eating lunch, (name) eating animal themed food and watered down soda (Bruce warned him that he becomes a monster if he has it not watered down), Clark enjoying some pizza "so whatcha wanna see after lunch?"

"Willa's"

"Gorillas? Sure, but we gotta see the others after"

"Oki doki"

(Name) Was happy to be with Clark, he didn't really get why but he likes the man's company none the less. Getting cool merchandise and even getting to feed the otters much to the boys delight, Clark holding the boy and the various things they got along the way.

Before he knew it, his car had the trunk filled with things for both (name) and the other members of the family, bruce knowing that the boy would want to get stuff for his brothers.

(Name) Was out cold in Clark's arms when he walked up the steps to the manner, the boy clinging helplessly while Bruce watched with fond eyes "he wasn't any trouble?"

"An absolute angel"

"That's good" Bruce mused while taking his tot, the boy subconsciously recognizing his dad's colonge and snuggling into his shoulder "he loved the animals, he had to tell me every fact he knew" Clark teased and Bruce looked at the boy with pride "he does know a lot of facts, he spends a lot of time with Damien"

"If you're willing... Maybe we could all go?"

"Like the whole Kent's and Wayne's?"

"I mean, if that's ok with you?"

"Babe I love you but I think having our children in a space like that would lead to a fire or a kidnapped koala"

".....maybe a trip to my farm?"

"They do love cows"

"Perfect"

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bomber-grl · 5 months ago

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— Robin is Totally Cooler

Pairing(s): Damian Wayne x Gn!Red Hood Fan!Reader

Word Count: 1456

You and Damian were lounging around after school. It was one of the rare chances you got to hang out at Wayne Manor and spend time with him. You were sprawled out on the floor near a beanbag in his room, and he was on his bed, chilling with Titus. You were scrolling through your phone absentmindedly, while Damian worked on some school assignments in the background.

It was nice—quiet. You didn't always need to be talking to enjoy each other's company. But then, as you were mindlessly scrolling through TikTok, you stumbled upon an edit of Red Hood. You were, without a doubt, one of Red Hood’s biggest fans. You couldn’t lie, the guy was definitely hot—even with that mask (maybe especially with it). There was something about him that was just... Well, y’know. And, of course, you couldn’t ignore how, despite his connection to Batman and the Batfamily, Red Hood always seemed to be working on his own terms. He definitely had a different way of fighting crime, and there was something so intriguing about that.

Damian seemed to notice the audio looping on your phone, and after a second, he sat up, prompting Titus to leave the room (sadly). "Let me guess," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "An edit of your latest celebrity crush?"

He raised an eyebrow, already knowing the answer. It wasn’t like he didn’t know you well enough at this point to predict what you were up to. To be fair, Damian didn’t really care about your celebrity or fictional crushes. He was used to you being... Well, you.

You laughed awkwardly and nodded, showing him the screen. The video was a montage of Red Hood clips, ranging from news footage to civilian-captured videos of him taking down bad guys with his signature ruthless style. As soon as Damian saw the screen, though, his face immediately dropped—and you weren’t exaggerating when you thought it soured so much, it was like you’d just mentioned his worst enemy.

“Really?” Damian’s tone was sharp, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the screen. “Him? Of all the—” He cut himself off with a frustrated sigh, clearly trying to hold back his irritation.

You raised an eyebrow, a little confused by his reaction. “What’s wrong with Red Hood? He’s amazing” You grinned, scrolling through more clips, shamelessly gushing about how cool and badass Red Hood was.

Damian scoffed and threw himself back onto his bed, arms folded across his chest, a scowl on his face. “He’s reckless. Uncontrolled. And he’s basically a criminal, for God’s sake.”

You shrugged, still not seeing the issue. “He’s just—he’s different. I mean, who else is out there giving Gotham the middle finger and still getting the job done? He’s like... a darker Batman. That’s so cool.”

Damian, clearly bothered by the way you were swooning over his older brother, gritted his teeth. “Robin is cooler. He’s disciplined, strategic. And he doesn’t go around causing chaos like Red Hood.”

You stared at him, deadpan. “Are you… Are you a Robin fanboy or something?” You couldn’t help the teasing tone that slipped into your voice.

Damian flushed, but it was hard to tell if it was out of annoyance or embarrassment. He scoffed, turning away from you. “I’m not a fanboy. I’m just saying Robin is superior. His methods are better. More effective.”

Before you could respond with something snarky, there was a knock on the door. “Dinner time!” Duke’s voice filtered in from the hallway.

You sighed and set your phone aside, standing up. “Guess we can argue about this later.” You shot Damian a playful smile, then made your way down the hallway to the dining room, your heart still racing from your silly teasing.

Downstairs, the atmosphere was warm, and the table was full. Tim, Dick, Jason, and Stephanie were all gathered around, chatting and eating. Damian followed you in, still sulking a little, and sat down, glaring daggers at anyone who looked at him. Very much leaving everyone confused.

It wasn’t long before you casually brought up the subject again. “So, Damian hates Red Hood. Isn’t that weird? I mean, the guy’s a huge badass, and he can’t stand him.”

Duke, who was sitting next to you, raised an eyebrow. “Why does he hate him so much?”

You smirked. “Because he’s jealous,” you teased, leaning into the statement. “He knows I love Red Hood. You know, I think it’s funny that he gets all jealous about it.”

Tim almost choked on his food as he tried not to laugh, his face turning red. Dick just looked at Damian with an amused smile. Even Jason seemed to lean into the whole thing. “I mean, Red Hood is way cooler than Robin anyway,” Jason said with a smirk as if the words were the most natural thing in the world.

Damian’s face turned into a perfect storm cloud, eyes rolling back as he muttered under his breath. “Ridiculous.”

“Hey,” Jason said, leaning forward. “I’m just saying, Red Hood’s got the whole ‘gritty anti-hero’ vibe going on. The whole ‘I don’t follow rules, I make my own’ thing? Much cooler than Robin’s boy scout routine.”

Damian let out a loud exhale, slouching in his chair as if the conversation was physically exhausting him. “You’re all insufferable.”

Dinner carried on, but the teasing didn’t stop. It was all in good fun, and it made the meal more entertaining for everyone else—except, of course, Damian, who barely touched his food. You were pretty sure he was planning out a murder plan for everyone there.

A few weeks later, things hadn’t changed much. You were on your way to school with Damian, and Alfred behind the wheel of the car, driving through the streets of Gotham. Damian had been going off for what felt like hours about how "unusual" you were for being so obsessed with Red Hood.

“Do you even know how many teens have crushes on Robin?” he asked, voice dripping with frustration as he stared out the window. “Why can’t you be normal and like him?”

You turned to him with an innocent look. “I mean, I do think Robin’s cool, but Red Hood? Way more interesting. You know, with the whole redemption arc and the fact that he’s just—” You shrugged. “I dunno, cooler?”

Damian looked like he was about to say something, but Alfred chuckled softly from the front. “Master Damian, I don’t believe normal is quite in your vocabulary, is it?” His voice was playful, though he clearly wasn’t trying to get involved in the sibling squabble.

Damian shot a glare at Alfred, but the older man just smiled and mindfully kept his eyes on the road.

You couldn’t resist the urge to tease him a little more. “Besides, I’m way more into Red Hood than Robin. I’d never choose between you and Red Hood, though. I mean, we both know who I’d choose.” You gave Damian a nudge, knowing it would get under his skin.

Later that afternoon, you found yourself back at Wayne Manor, idly chatting with Duke while Damian was nowhere to be found. You made your way up the stairs and just as you stepped into his room, the door slammed closed with Damian standing in front of you, wearing Robins's signature hood and mask.

You blinked, a little confused. “Uh... what’s going on?”

Damian froze, caught off guard for a split second before the mask came off, revealing the smirk on his face. “Surprised?”

It only took you a moment before the realization hit you like a freight train. “Wait... are you—” You gestured at his outfit, the familiarity of it dawning on you.

Damian’s eyes narrowed, but you interrupted him with a smile. “Robin?”

Damian’s face twisted into a slightly amused but still annoyed expression. “Obviously.”

You were silent for a moment, your brain catching up. “So... Robin is you?”

Damian just stared at you, his expression unreadable for a split second before he sighed. “Yes. But don’t get too excited. I'm the coolest, I know.”

You blinked and smirked. “Well, well. I still like Red Hood better, though.”

Damian groaned in frustration, but you added quickly, “But I like you more than him.”

Damian seemed flustered for just a moment before he huffed. “You’re impossible.”

And, despite all the teasing and arguments, you couldn’t help but laugh. Maybe Damian had a bit more in common with Red Hood than he was willing to admit after all.

Word spread quickly about Damian’s jealousy pushing him to reveal his secret identity to you, and before long, he became the target of relentless teasing. Even Bruce couldn't help but give him a few scolds for being so reckless.

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arjudy224 · 1 year ago

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Alfred’s extra help

Batfamily x new maid part 1

The past couple years haven't been kind to Alfred. Although, he would never admit it... His years have slowly been catching up with him. After a recent attack on the household, Alfred took it upon himself to hire some extra part time help during the school year. The new help just so happened to be a college band kid in desperate need of money. This is how it went.

Jason:

It was the little things, Jason had decided, that made the family enjoy the extra addition to the household. The faint singing that could be heard three doors down as she made her usual morning rounds. Dusting. Bleaching . Sweeping. It didn't matter what she was doing: music always played in her head. If you were lucky, sometimes you'd get to hear it too.

Alfred:

Monday Mornings were Alfred's favorite. After a long weekend of dealing with super-powered vigilantism, Alfred looked forward to the way she would clock into Wayne Manor with shy grin. It didn't take much prompting to get a play by play of how the Gotham U football game went. The Batfamily had never considered her being targeted by Batman's Rogue Gallery until Halftime was interrupted by the Joker emerging from a comically large birthday cake. When reinforcements arrived, they were shocked to discover the entire Color Guard beating the Joker senseless with their wooden rifles. To any outsider, this would have appeared to be part of the choreography with the way each guard member chanted "5,6,7,8 SLAM DOWN."

Y/N couldn't figure out why Nightwing, Red Hood, and Red Robin had all come to check on her until Monday morning when the door opened to reveal a hallway full of smiling Wayne's. Even Damian couldn't help, but give her a hug... after an intense lecture on how dangerous the Clown Prince of Crime was.

Even more confusing was the way Damien's older brother, Jason, would always end up forgetting something at the manor when she worked. After chatting for a couple hours, she would say her goodbyes and silently acknowledge the fact he left empty handed... again.

Damien:

Damien admired the dedication on display. In the early morning mist when she thought nobody was awake, the wooden rifle would make an appearance. With the kitchen wiped down and the oven on self cleaning, all there was to do was wait. Damien admired her resilience when practicing rifle. Each brutal slap of the wood and metal on skin had to be painful, but she never complained when the bruises littered up and down her forearms. She was radiant. In her element, it was easy to get distracted by the crisp rotations on display. One day, he hoped she would feel comfortable enough to show him a few tricks... until then he enjoyed his early morning performances.

Dick:

Dick had warned her against working for Bruce from the beginning. The Bats mood swings could drain even the sweetest of souls. The relentless pursuit of a better Gotham has always been tainted by the blood of those lost. Bruce Wayne was not always known as the nicest guy to work for. Yet, after years of witnessing the tragedies of Gotham... Dick couldn't help, but notice the way her eyes shone with excitement whenever they would visit a new part of the city. The alley Scarecrow tested his fear toxin for the first time now is littered with book shops, ice cream parlors, diners, etc. In each street that’s rooted with trauma, a new sprout of hope grows out of the shadows. The quiet formality that he had grown accustomed to growing up in the Manor faded away. It was a nice change.

Tim:

Tim didn't even notice there was a change in the household until he stumbled into her conversation with Jason for the 3rd time that week. Typically, her shift would have been over at 3pm, but since her classes had been canceled that day she had worked overtime. With Jason's sudden reappearance after months of no contact, Tim took note of the way his older brother's voice deepened ever so slightly whenever she was in the room. Or how during Saturday night patrol they always managed to spot Red Hood "doing business" on a building close enough to the stadium to watch halftime. If anybody questioned it, Jason would have fiercely denied any interest claiming that he was merely "watching out for the Joker".

Tim mostly minded his business whenever she was working. His night life tended to consume most of his waking time, so if he got sleep (big if) he tended to wake up hours after she left. Mostly he appreciated the cute little animals she would make out of the groceries that week. One day, he opened the fridge to a cheese ball that looked like a turkey. Two olives made the eyes and each of the turkeys feathers were made out of crackers. His favorite had to be when she made a Robin out of Bell peppers and Grapes. Tim had left his sketchbook out the night before flipped to that exact drawing. After she had cleaned the kitchen, she left the treat along with a note explaining how beautiful she thought the drawing was.

#Jason todd x color guard reader #jason todd x reader #batfamily x reader #red hood x reader #Dick Grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #batfamily x band kid reader #batfamily fluff #batman #batfamily #batfam #batbros #tim drake #tim drake x reader #dc x reader

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momo-minomo · 4 months ago

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Fic Fairy Friday: Batfam Valentines Special

Happy Valentines Day everyone! I wanted to post this earlier today but I'm sick and now it's the very END of Valentines Day but it's the thought that counts, right? Here are a nice handful of ships for Tim, Jason, and Bruce. Enjoy!

The Fic Fairy Friday Masterpost

Tim Ships

(TimKon) under the small fire of winter stars by merils

Summary:

In winter, Metropolis gets an average of nine hours of sunlight daily. In the aftermath of a fight with Metallo, Kon is so exhausted he forgets about date night. Tim doesn't seem particularly upset about it, though. OR: "Why Doting On Your Solar-Powered Boyfriend Who Needs To Photosynthesize More Is A Totally Acceptable Date Night Activity": a treatise by Tim Drake.

(TimKon) all the quiet nights you bear by merils

Summary:

Kon has a rough day. Tim is determined to take care of him. After all, he didn't memorize all the variations of Kon's curl routine for nothing, now, did he?

Momo's Notes: This two fics by merils are an indulgence I couldn't resist including. I have a huge weak spot for lovers just taking care of each other on a hard day and they are adorable.

(TimKon) midnight sun by merils

Summary: Who would win: four men with guns who just happened to get Red Robin to walk into a trap, or one royally-pissed Kryptonian juggernaut? Yeah, it's not even a contest.

Momo's Notes: Yep! Another one by merils! I couldn't help myself! Tim is a certified badass who's absolutely terrifying and all of the bats are the most dangerous mofos in the room on any hero team but they aren't invincible. Sometimes they get in over the heads or just get unlucky. So having a bat in trouble and it making one of the Supers go absolutely feral? Swoonworthy!

(TimKon) Nicknames by MieczyslawS

Summary:

He scrubbed at his face, letting the soft wool pull him out of his brain funk, he sighed and mentally prepared himself to stare at the stalagmites until Bart and Superboy woke up. “Rob?” Tim spun around to see Superboy standing in the doorway, “ya alright?” he mumbled, blinking sluggishly. Tim, Kon and their nicknames over the years.

Momo's Notes: I'm a comics nerd so seeing little snapshots of Tim and Kon's relationship over the years from early Young Justice onward as they slowly grow closer? Love it!

(TimKon) daylight by dreamrecurrentdreams

Summary:

Seeing Tim again was confirmation of how much he’d liked hearing his name in Tim’s mouth, the way Tim’s pretty, pink lips shape around Kon, how he imbues it with so much emotion each time. Kon’s heard him say it every which way. At the start, when things were rocky, it was Superboy laced with frustration, ground under Tim’s gritted teeth, seconds from snapping because he had Tim at his wits’ end. Then, over time, it became Conner , falling out of Tim’s mouth naturally, seamless like their teamwork as they fought side by side through thick and thin. Kon, rounded with unshakable trust from the third Robin, a cynic trained to never let down his guard by Batman himself. Kon , impossibly soft with fondness from a boy with sharp eyes and pointy elbows. Kon wants Tim to keep calling his name, in other ways too. He wants.

Momo's Notes: Daylight feels like the perfect companion piece to Nicknames. And this one has a little spiciness at the end lol

(TimBerKon) a study by bernard dowd by cv_angels

Summary: Bernard opens the laptop, spinning it to face Tim with a flourish. It’s a powerpoint with a truly hideous red background, and Tim feels a moment of relief that Bernard isn’t breaking up with him before he registers the words on the slide.REASONS WHY TIMOTHY DRAKE-WAYNE IS A SUPERHERO, A STUDY BY BERNARD DOWD. - Based on my post on tumblr: "I’m obsessed with the idea that Bernard like. Figures out that Tim is a superhero but guesses the wrong one. Like he compiles all this evidence and makes a PowerPoint and presents it to Tim and is like “Tim. I figured it out. You’re Impulse.”"

Momo's Notes: I had to add a TimBerKon fic on here! There's just something adorable about Kon lamenting he missed his chance for the love of his life and Bernard being quick to jump on the "Tim has two hands" bandwagon!

Jason Ships

(Jason Todd/Tonystark/Bucky Barnes) Do Every Stupid Thing by thepartyresponsible Summary:

Jason doesn’t mean for the Winter Soldier to be a present for Tony Stark. The youngest Stark isn’t supposed to be involved at all. The plan is simple: intervene before the Winter Soldier can murder Howard and Maria, tranq the Winter Soldier until he’s sufficiently incapacitated, and then drag him off for further study and let the Starks carry on with their fraught, bourgeoisie bullshit.

Momo's Notes: This is a crossover but it's so damn good I had to include it. Basically while seeking answers about his own resurrection, Jason ends up accidentally falling in love with a feisty young Tony Stark and the Winter fucking Soldier. The series follows their relationship as Jason accidentally adopts first them, then Coulson and a teenaged Clint Barton, and later a teenaged Natasha as well. The alternating camaraderie and friction between The Batfamily and Jason's SHIELD team/found family is interesting and the side pairing of Clint and Tim being awkward flirty teenagers at each other while Jason is disgusted by how sweet they are is adorable.

(JayRoy) If your real dad isn't present store bought is fine by Here_we_go

Summary:

“Daddy!” the voice screams and suddenly something collides with Jason’s legs. He looks down, it’s a child, black hair, brown eyes, tiny little overalls and a tiny little backpack. She’s clinging to his legs and she’s definitely talking to him. What the shit? “See?" She shouts pointing, "My daddy's here now and he's going to fuck you up!" Jason looks up and sees a grown man, now stopped in his tracks, clearly having been following the girl. Jason doesn’t know what the fuck is going on here, but he doesn’t like it one fucking bit. - Jason goes to Star City to rub out a gang that's been getting too cocky back in Gotham. Things don't quite go according to plan. For JayRoy week day 2: Fatherhood/Family Dinner

Momo's Notes: This is a short little meet cute without a lot of romance but I'm including it because all love starts somewhere and these three are such an adorable family unit. I plan to do a full rec list for them of some point. Lian is so clever and feisty she runs circles around everyone. I love her. That goon better thank his lucky stars that Jason won't kill in front of a kid because he 100% he had it coming.

Bruce Ships

(BatCat) We, So Much Older by LemonadeGarden

Summary:

Selina Kyle doesn't particularly like children. They're too noisy and stupid and they cry way too much. Bruce's kids though, they're something else altogether.

Momo's Notes: This one is really cute. Despite her protests about not being mother material, Selena only ever falls in love with Bruce in this fic because he's a good dad. Bruce's emotional walls and facades are good enough that, at first, she can only see the best parts of Bruce when he's with his kids. And as time goes on, they bring out the best in her for Bruce to marvel at, as well.

(SuperBat) On the Way Down by TimmyJaybird

Summary:

A series of uninvited guests finally get Clark to confront Bruce about all the feelings he's harbored for years.

Momo's Notes: This fic and the Selena one both show my weakness for Bruce's kids interfering in their dad's love life because he's too emotionally stunted to do it himself lol. Poor Clark is doomed to have spooky ninja kids show up to fix things when Bruce is too busy wallowing in his own man-pain to be a functional adult about his relationships. I also love the respectful way fandom treats Lois in SuperBat fics.

(SuperBat) Loading and Aspect Ratio by JUBE514

Summary:

So, it didn’t start out like this. Alfred would scoff at the statement, about how Bruce was trying to justify the whole situation to himself. It had started out as a simple design, black everything with black outlines and black hood. It got a little more intense as the world went on, got wind of his ghost on the streets, and became scared of The Bat . So Bruce got a little more creative with it, Alfred and him had a good laugh over the name, the scare, and Alfred had a vicious streak of humor that he had passed onto his ward- So now the suit had a visible bat-theme, an insignia to drape in the shadows and to paint across the streets of Gotham. It only took a year into the whole charade of heroism for Bruce to overhear a conversation between some goons- some low level thug hired by the Riddler this week- about nothing at all pertaining to what the hell the Riddler was doing in the sewers but instead: “ The Batman can fly, you know, I’ve seen his wings.” -- A world where nobody has wings, but people think they do, and that changes everything.

Momo's Notes: There are no words for how much I love this fic. I've re-read it dozens of times. In year one of being Batman he gets the idea from some goons' chatter to add wings to the Batsuit but it's only when Dick joins him that he makes them fully functional AS wings rather than an Bruce being unable to help himself from being as dramatic as possible while committing to the bit. The SuperBat content is slowburn and I freaking love how into Bruce Clark is. It's like Bruce is a walking, talking kink button specifically built for Clark and his pov has these delicious little inhuman things sprinkled in like he can smell the leather of the suits and the dye on their wings from across the room. There's also a lot of amazing Batfam stuff with good dad!Bruce and Dick, Jason, and Tim being thick as thieves. Just as a warning, though, there is one pet peeve about this fic and it's that the author misspells Lois' name as Louis every time and never fixed it. It's minor, tho, and Lois isn't on screen very often.

(SuperBat) Clark Kent and his Robins (and his favorite Bat) by Zell_Hatoule

Summary:

Due to shenanigans that Clark cannot possibly comprehend, let alone understand, Bruce has somehow talked him into being Batman for a week. And then it keeps happening. Or. How Clark Kent and Batman choose to protect what they love.

Momo's Notes: Bruce and Clark balance each other out beautifully in this. They keep each other honest, remind each other to keep being men under the symbols, master tag team parenting, and there's playfulness between them that you don't often get to see in a Bruce pairing. This is a softer universe than our regular canon since here Bruce and Clark don't allow the job to take over their lives. They're heroes but they're fathers and lovers first and that makes all the difference to each other, to the Robins, and to certain multi-verse refugees who deserved better than what they got in their own elseworld AU.

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jasonsknight3 · 1 year ago

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While you guys are waiting for the first chapter I have written some more AKJ head-canons and such. Enjoy!

-Jason lives in a wearhouse. A space that has been hidden from the people of Gotham. Jason’s got it wire out too. Codes needed to open doors, alarm systems for people who possibly try to sneak in. His personal room is just a small part of the warehouse though.

-music tastes are crucial. I think this has probably been mentioned by others before but gotta say it again. Deftones (or something similar , Nervana (sometimes) , or even wordless hard rock. (The front bottoms too) Anything to quiet the noise in his head. To block out the negative feelings. To avoid.

-Besides knocking out people and relaxing that way. Jason also cooks when there is time. When he’s not planning, not tired, and not busy. He might just make himself something. Things he picked up from watching Alfred.

-speaking of learning, AK Jay is a good visual learner. He sees you do it once or twice and he’ll be able to do it. Not perfectly but sufficiently enough to work well. Fighting, cooking, music, he can watch and do it. He sees that he can do it.

-after two years of being in captivity his hair grew out before he cut it after escaping. Unfortunately his longer hair was used as leverage. Snagging and forcing him for whatever reason. That hair was very jagged too.

-vigorous workouts. Jason likes working out. It’s nice to relieve stress that way too. He’ll do it until he’s utterly sweaty and exhausted. When he’s pent up, working out is good.

- Jason has a camera, when Joker showed the pictures of Batman with his new Robin (Tim Drake) those pictures stayed in his mind. When he escaped and got set up of course he had to stalk Batman and his new sidekick. He took some pictures of his own. Maybe the photos taken were one of the nails in the coffin. Further proof of how replaceable he was. Just like guns, he is good with a camera. Focusing the lens and taking a shot. Something he grew familiar with his arsenal.

-AK Jason is bilingual (canonically too) he speaks English, Spanish, Japanese, French, German, Italian, Portuguese, and various other languages. His weakest is Russian though.

Pictures are:

Warehouse

Jason with the long hair in Arkham

Jason working out 😏(forgive the anatomy 🥲)

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otherone12 · 7 months ago

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I BEG FOR MORE BASEMENT GEE FICS

I've been obsessed with your account forever but these last few Basement Gerard Way fics make me need more of them. I love seeing Gerard as the comic-obsessed, introverted, whiny, trash-smelling, wood-scented geek in the room. I love your fics, I give you the best of luck, you deserve recognition or whatever in this

Black Coffee

(damn, i'm awful choosing titles)

Basement!Gerard Way x Reader

-> Masterlist

HEYYY!!! OMG THANK U SMMM!!! ngl I almost cried at this (yes, I'm emotional)… so consider this a gift 4 uuu!!! As well as writing the fic, I also wrote some drabbles of this relationship… I hope you enjoy them!! I'm so so sorry for taking so long, school was killing me (it still is, but I'll try to keep posting often). There are more basement!gee fics coming soon, and I'm writing a “Ray x FilmNerd!Reader” request!… I hope you like it! <3

Summary: You've finally talked to the quiet, awkward guy who always comes to the coffee shop where you work (those drabbles are about him being awkward/cute/nerdy with his new - and first - girlfriend).

- Word Count: 2.730 + 5 Drabbles

- Warnings: None :)

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps2: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person.

It was just another day at the coffee shop, where the morning crowd shuffled in like clockwork. I had my usual regulars, the early risers, the business types, the half-awake students. Nothing unusual. That is, until I saw him.

He looked a bit out of place. Messy black hair falling in his face, an oversized jacket that looked like it hadn’t seen a washing machine in a while, and a worn sketchbook tucked under his arm. He shifted nervously as he got in line, eyes darting from the menu to the floor, like he was afraid to make eye contact with anyone.

When he finally made it to the counter, he hesitated, glancing up at me, then quickly looked back down.

- Hi, welcome! - I greeted, with my usual smile - What can I get started for you?

- Uh- a coffee, black, please... - He muttered, really nervous, scratching the back of his neck. His eyes were wide behind his greasy messy hair.

He handed me cash with slightly trembling hands. The whole interaction probably only took a few seconds, but it felt… different. Like he was processing everything in slow motion, or like maybe he’d never seen a girl before.

He murmured a quiet “thanks” and shuffled off to wait for his coffee, sneaking glances at me when he thought I wasn’t looking. I shook my head, stifling a small laugh. Maybe he was a little weird, sure… but something about him was interesting.

Well, he started to come here every single day, always at the same time, carrying either a comic book or his sketchbook. He's always wearing a worn-out band T-shirt or an old sweatshirt, and his hair always looks like it's never been shampooed. He never talks to anyone, and no matter how many times I’ve handed him a coffee, he never seemed to get used to this, always avoiding my eyes and muttering.

After a few weeks passed, I observed his weird way of acting, and that made me even more curious about him. Taking advantage of the fact that, by some miracle, the cafeteria was empty except for him, I went to the little table in the corner of the cafeteria. He didn't take his eyes off the comic book he was reading, until I cleared my throat.

- Hi… - I started, and he looked up at me with wide eyes. I felt a rush of nervousness myself but forced a smile to hide it. - Sooo… I just realized I’ve never asked your name.

- H-Hi - He blinked, clearly taken off guard. His cheeks immediately flushed, and he muttered under his breath. - Uh… M-my name’s G-gerard…

- Well, nice to meet you! - I sat in front of him, introducing me to him. But as soon as I said my name, my gaze fell on the comic book he was reading. - IIs that a 1940's Batman #1 spring issue?!

- Y-yeah.. are you… into comics? - he still looked a little shy, but his eyes lit up.

- I kinda like the art of it… - I explained, - Can I sit?

- S-sure… - a light smile appeared on his face when I sat in front of him. - D-don't you have to… uh… work?

He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, still not looking directly at me and with a slightly pink face.

- Nah… If a client shows up, I'll run there - chuckling, I gave another look at his comic - So… some considerations about that comic? Is it nice?

- Y-yeah… I'm kinda obsessed with Robin's costume… - He looked at me with a little uncertainty, analyzing if I really wanted to hear it. I nodded, with a smile. - b-because it's incredibly dangerous, like he has no body armor and he wears the brightest colors… and it makes no sense.

The last thing I knew was that I got lost in our conversation, all of his opinions about the art, the lore and everything. I swear I never imagined we would have this detail in common... little by little I realized he loosened up a little, but it seems like he still has a lot hidden under his wrinkled sweatshirt…

Unfortunately, customers started showing up and I had to get back to work.

- So… I gotta go now - I sighed, standing up. - But it was nice to talk to you, Gerard… I guess you will be here tomorrow?

- I-i guess so… - he muttered, playing with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. - Was… uh… nice to talk to you. See you tomorrow then.

I smiled at him, and he did the same thing, and for the first time I saw how beautiful his eyes were. Well… there I go, back to my work, watching him leave the place.

Next day was going normal and at the usual time, he showed up, with his scarf, his black hoodie and his messy hair. Gerard walked to the counter to place his order. Unlike usual, he was a little more confident, although he still stuttered a little when placing his order.

- Hey, Gerard! - I smiled at him, was his gaze met mine - usual?

- Y-yeah, please. - He stood up awkwardly while I prepared his coffee.

- So… - I handed him his coffee. - any new comic stuff?

He looked confused, and a shy smile appeared on his face before he blushed a little and picked up the drink.

- I found some new stuff at the comic store… - his voice is a bit louder than a whisper - I-I can show you…

I glanced around the place, seeing that it was empty, except for one couple who were at some corner.

- Yeah sure!

Again, the time seems not to pass, and this talk with him turned into some kind of routine for us... Asking him about details of comics and hearing him explain everything… I'm not the ‘nerd kind’ like him, but I knew enough to keep the conversation going.

A few days later, as we were into our usual banter about comics and superheroes, something felt different. Gerard seemed a bit... bolder. His shoulders weren’t as hunched, and he was smiling more, albeit shyly, like he was starting to get even more comfortable with me, like we were friends... I couldn't shake the feeling that maybe we could be more.

I caught him glancing my way a few times, a thoughtful look on his face, like he was debating something.

- Hey… uh… - He glanced up at me, - I was wondering… d-do you want to… uh… I mean, only if you want to… maybe come over t-to my place? I have more comics there... like, a lot more. We could, um, look through them together?

I blinked a few times, surprised by the sudden invitation. We've become so close in just a few months, it's crazy.

- Sounds pretty nice! - my reaction made his blush light a little - I’d love to see what you’ve got.

- Y-yeah! I mean, since you like comics... you’ll probably enjoy it. - Gerard’s smiles grow, he gets excited every word that slips out of his mouth - And, uh, I could show you my... collection. It’s not, like, super impressive or anything... but... yeah… you should come tomorrow…

- Sure! I’ll be there!

When I arrived there, I was surprised. The basement was even more than I imagined, a treasure trove of comics, action figures, posters, DVDs, and CDs stacked on every available surface. It looked like the ultimate geek haven, where every corner had a story to tell. In addition, there were several drawings and sketches of people that he himself had created, as well as piles of sketchbooks on the floor.

- Holy shit! - I blurted out, spinning in place to take everything in. - This is awesome! You have, like, what… a billion comics here?!

Gerard shuffled nervously by the door, scratching the back of his neck.

- A-actually... it's not that much... b-but, um...- His face flushed a little as he responded,

- Are you kidding me? - I interrupted, wide-eyed, as I reached out to touch a vintage Batman figurine still in its box. - Oh. My. God! This is collector's stuff... You’ve got first editions, limited prints... This is incredible!

- I-I’m kinda... uh... a fan of... you know, comics. A-and stuff. - He smiled shyly, his fingers fiddling with the hem of his hoodie.

- Dude, that’s awesome! - I said, completely genuine, scanning a shelf crammed with Marvel and DC titles, mixed in with indie graphic novels. Everything was in meticulous order, and it was clear he cared about this stuff more than most people would understand. - I had no idea you had so much cool stuff down here.

- Y-yeah, well... I don’t, uh, really show a lot of people this stuff, - he admitted, his eyes darting nervously to the floor. - It’s kind of... my space, I guess. It’s... messy, and maybe a little... weird.

I stepped forward just a little bit more, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from him.

His breath hitched, and he swallowed hard, looking at me like he was trying to solve some impossible puzzle.

- I... um... you’re... really close,- he stammered, his voice shaky. - I mean, not that I... mind... or anything, it’s just that I don’t... I don’t usually... have people down here... or... or close to me like this.

I could feel his nervousness, but there was something vulnerable about it that made me want to close the gap even more. His eyes locked onto mine, and this time, he didn’t look away.

We got close enough for our lips to touch, then he involuntarily pressed his lips on mine.

It lasted only a few seconds before his eyes widened and he pulled back in shock, his face burning.

- I-I'm sorry - he stammered, hands trembling as he scratched the back of his neck, his voice faltering. - I shouldn't… I'm really sorry… i'm not used to having people around me, and i just… uh… kinda where too much-

His words trailed off into a mess of nervousness, like he couldn't even form a coherent sentence.

Before he could keep trying to apologize, I leaned in again, pressing my lips to his, more confident this time. He froze, completely still, like he didn’t know whether to react or if he should apologize for the first kiss again. His lips remained soft and unresponsive against mine, and I could feel his panic radiating off him.I backed off a little, rubbing his cheek with my thumb.

-y’know…it would be a lot easier if you kissed me back… - I chuckled. Approaching again.

His eyes widened even more, his whole face lighting up with embarrassment, and he looked like he was trying to process everything happening all at once. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out. He took a deep breath, glanced away, then back at me.

- I... I didn’t- uh, I wasn’t… - He shook his head, a nervous laugh escaping his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck. - I-I’m just... this is really… uh, a lot for me. I mean, I don't know how and…

- Gerard - I said, my voice gentle but teasing. I couldn’t help but chuckle softly, enjoying the effect I seemed to have on him. - Relax. Just kiss me back...

Our lips met again, but this time he didn't remain static. His cold hand moved up to my neck, while his thumb pressed lightly on my jaw. Our lips moved gently as he seemed to be really enjoying every second.

When our lips parted again, he was redder than ever, but his eyes remained on my face. He bit his lip, nervously.

- Was this… uh… nice? - he asked, voice barely above a whisper. His cheeks were still flushed, and his gaze darted between me and the floor, like he couldn’t settle on one thing. - I mean, I... I don’t know if I did it right. I’ve only really read about these things, you know? Like, I mean, there’s all those superhero issues where they do the whole kiss thing, but none of them are... uh... well, they’re not like... this.

He rambled on, nervously tugging at the sleeve of his shirt, clearly overthinking every word. At first I was afraid I'd gone too far, but as he didn't refuse and even worried about whether I'd done well, I didn't regret it at all.

- It was perfect, - I said softly, brushing a lock of hair away from his face. - You didn’t need a superhero comic to do it right.

- O-Okay... good... I mean, I’m... I’m glad. But I don’t... I don’t really know what this means, you know? Like, am I... are we... Are we, um, dating? Because, uh… - He faltered, eyes darting to the side as if trying to avoid my gaze. - I’m not really good with... social stuff, and... I mean, I know the whole ‘dating’ thing is, like, a level-up situation, right? Like, uh, like when Spider-Man gets his suit upgrade and-

- I think you’re overthinking it, Gerard. It’s not like it was some complex time travel stuff - I chuckled, with a soft smile - And… about the “dating thing”... do you want to be my boyfriend?

- I-I do! - His shining eyes and his huge sudden smile turned into some shy look, a bit unbelieving, his voice was barely audible, like he was testing the words out. He caught himself, clearing his throat as if he was afraid of sounding too eager. - But, like, are you sure? I mean, I’m not... exactly, uh... the smoothest guy in the room, and I’m kind of, uh... awkward, and-

- Gerard… - I cooped his face, looking deep into his eyes - You are perfect.. I mean… I think you’re perfect.

- Really? - His eyes searched mine, like he was still trying to process it. - Okay. I... I’m... I mean, I’ll try not to, like, mess this up.

- You’re not going to mess this up,- I said, leaning into him. - Trust me…

he nodded his head in shy agreement, while a small, insecure smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

- Can I... kiss you again?

- Of course you can.

I barely finished the sentence, his lips crushed into mine. It was slower, more confident, though still laced with that same shy excitement. It felt like the start of something special, something that didn’t need to be perfect, but was perfect all the same.

- I... I’m really glad you’re... okay with me. - his forehead rested against mine, and he let out a soft, relieved laugh. - All of me. Even... the awkward parts.

I knew the next day would be different from normal. Same coffee shop, same people, but knowing that the weird, shy, nerdy boy was now my boyfriend, so I couldn't be happier. The way I feel more comfortable with him than with anyone else is what makes me sure we were making the right decision.

I was behind the counter, wiping it down, when the familiar jingle of the café door caught my attention. I looked up to see Gerard standing there, his usual nervous posture gone, replaced by something… different. His shoulders were straighter, and he didn’t hesitate as he walked right up to the counter.

- Hey, Gee! - I greeted with a bright smile, already reaching for the coffee pot.

But before I could say another word, he leaned over the counter and kissed me, firm and a little awkward, but full of this newfound confidence. I froze, eyes wide, and for a second, all I could hear was the quick thumping of my heart.

He pulled back, he cleared his throat.

- Uh… I-I did it right? - his face immediately turning pink - I mean... I’ve never... dated before, so... I-I thought

I couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled out of me, my heart melting at his adorable uncertainty.

- You did perfect,- I reassured him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. His whole face lit up with relief.

- Okay, good, - he murmured, rubbing the back of his neck with a shy smile. - I... I was worried I might’ve

- Relax,- I laughed, giving his hand a squeeze before letting go. - I’m just gonna make your coffee now, okay?

He nodded, that sweet, hesitant smile growing even bigger, and I turned to get his usual order, feeling my own cheeks heat up. This was Gerard, still awkward, still nervous, but there was something different in his eyes today. Something that made my heart skip a beat.

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Drabbles:

(These are disconnected scenes that I think go well with this fic.)

1- Holding Hands

As usual, I sat by his side on the coffee table, he was calm, with a pen in his hand, focused on his sketchbook. His other hand was unoccupied, and without thinking twice, I moved mine to meet his, interlacing our fingers. The moment he felt my skin on his hand, he froze, slowly turning his face so that our gazes met.

- Is that okay? - I asked, afraid of maybe causing him some discomfort.

- Uh… yeah, I just… didn’t expect that… - A shy smile appeared between his stuterning words. - But it’s uh… nice.

- Good. - Moving closer, I teased him, placing a kiss on his cheek. - I didn’t think of moving it anyway.

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2- So... You Like Hearing Me?

This was one of those evenings that we just wanted to spend together. Gerard and I were re-watching Star Wars, and he started to explain every detail of one of those scenes, while I paid attention in every single word. But he stopped.

- Am being annoying again, aren’t I? - He sighed, scratching the back of his neck.

- No way! - I interrupted, my eyes lighting up with excitement. - I love hearing you talk about it. Keep going!

He blinked, stunned by my enthusiasm, and his cheeks flushed a delicate pink. A bashful smile spread across his face as he picked up where he left off, his voice even more excited now that he knew I was genuinely interested.

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3- You Are Not Ashamed Of Me?

We went out to the comic store. On our way there, I held his hand, and he looked at me, with wide eyes that I didn't understand at first.

- We are… uh… in public - Gerard looked around, worried - People can look and-

- And what? - I cut him off, chuckling.

- You don’t mind being seen with me? - His insecure tone was so damn cute.

Not at all! I want them to see - I squeezed his hand, smiling at him - You are my boyfriend, right?

He nodded, and I pressed my lips against his, a quick kiss that made him seem radiant

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4- Movie Night

As the weeks went by, it became common for me to go to his house to watch movies, and this time was no different. While we were cuddled up watching the movie, his hand naturally rested on my thigh, and when he realized it, panic overtook him.

- I'm s-sorry - he moved his hand quickly.

- Don't be - I smiled softly, and caught his hand before he could move it away completely. - I liked.

His breath hitched, and he swallowed, his fingers resuming their gentle touch. Feeling my encouragement, he allowed himself to relax, and soon we were cuddled even closer together.

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5- First 'I Love You'

We were sitting on his bed, laughing about something silly, when the laughter died down, and they just looked at each other. Gerard felt a warmth spread through his chest, and before he knew it, the words tumbled out of his mouth:

- I love you.

As soon as he said it, he froze. His face turned bright red, and he immediately started to backtrack.

- I-I'm sorry, - he stammered, panic flashing in his eyes. - I didn’t mean to... I mean, I did, but I know it’s too soon, and I-

- Hey, - I interrupted, placing a finger on his lips to stop his anxious rambling. - I love you too.

His eyes widened, the fear in them melting away into relief.

- You... you do? - he asked, almost disbelieving.

- Yes, Gerard.

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~ Sooo that's it! Lemme know if you liked! And if you have any ideas, my requests are open!

#my chemical romance #mcr #gerard way #gerard way x reader

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sundaylinedclouds · 2 months ago

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Neon The Lost

Both the hunter and the prey. A wolf in sheep’s clothing, she’s seeking something more than this town can give her.

Neon doesn’t know what she’s doing, she feels lost and unable to remove herself from the hell that is her town. She feels like she’s searching for something, someone she can’t remember yet. It might have to do with the necklace she found in the lake. Recently she’s been hearing voices and she’s become scared of looking in the mirror. Some days she wakes up and can’t remember who she is.

I know it’s not canon but she would def steal Kylar’s knife. He might just give it to her if she asks nicely too. I think that once she meets Eden she would start carrying a gun too. +++Violence ++ Delinquency lmao if this game allowed it I think she would straight up be Batman at night and beating the crap outta people.

I keep changing her hair color don’t mind me

Whitney likes her a lot. She beats the shit outta Whitney every time they meet. He thinks she is his girlfriend. She thinks he’s a bitch.

The 2nd to last time they met he had a black eye for weeks. But then she pushed him down in a quiet classroom and used him as a sex toy then left him high and dry. She sends mixed signals.

Syd is her favorite and she goes to see him everyday but keeps ++Corruption because she can’t help but tease him. She likes how he looks at her as if she’s everything to him. (In another life she’d be a cult leader for sure).

Lowkey wants to get him pregnant because she thinks he’d be a good mom and is actually pissed off she can’t. Can’t keep her hands off of him and really wants to take him in the church and claim him as her bride. ✝️ (If I were God I simply close my eyes for this part) ✝️ Enjoys it when he dumps his cum into her because she knows that he would never leave her if she got pregnant. Syd has a breeding kink and it’s canon guys.

Syd is currently Faithful but I think Neon would be a big fan of Corrupt! Syd too and likes to fuck him in the library in the mornings. Students have found that if you’re trying to return books and you see Neon around in the library you probably should try again later. Neon is often seen sitting on top of a desk with Syd’s head in her lap while he takes a nap.

Kylar… I don’t think she really likes him all the much but would probably live at his place to get away from Bailey and Robin. Neon doesn’t understand him but doesn’t mind his behavior unless it gets outta hands.

Def uses him for money. I think she scrolls on tiktok when they fuck tbh. (I don’t think he would ever reach stage 3 of max jealousy unless Neon gets kidnapped by Eden. She pays a decent amount of attention to him because she doesn’t like to watch him get bullied. She thinks he’s weird and unhinged but doesn’t really care because he’s good with his mouth. Kylar realizes she lets him more when he cross dresses. Neon really likes to fuck him when he’s dressed fem (I think she’s Bi but hate fucks men and doesn’t even realize it.)

Robin has a crush on her. Neon feels burdened by Robin, she continues to pay his rent but doesn’t trust him or respect him anymore. Avoids him when possible.

Avery, has no particular feelings towards him. Likes his money.

Bailey, if she could murder him and get away with it she would.

Eden, doesn’t like how he treats her like a pet who keeps trying to run away. Isn’t strong enough to kill him yet but is thinking about how best to end him. Understands his loneliness.

No feelings towards

-Alex, Great Hawk, Black Wolf

Ivory Wraith is hunting her. Her heart beats faster whenever she sees them but can’t tell if it’s fear or something else.

#degrees of lewdity #dol pc #character sheet #neon the lost

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batsythoughts · 1 year ago

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we want more giggles

Because you all have asked so nicely, here the continued adventures of Giggles and the rest of the Wayne family. Meeting Mama Harley and Auntie Ivy addition

It had been a couple weeks since little Giggles had come to live in Wayne Manor

Everyone enjoyed the new surge of life that came with having a four year old around. They even set up a schedule for who would stay behind at night to help Alfred with potential issues that would sudden appear

Bruce had set up a couple of appointments to make sure Giggles was on the right level of education for a child of that age

During the day, Jason would help with teaching letters since that was an easier thing for a toddler to process

For one hour each day, he would say one letter at a time and Giggles would have to write it on a whiteboard

It was near the end of one of those sessions when a knock sounded from the front door

Alfred went to get it, expecting one of the boys to have a delivery of some kind showing up

On the porch stood a very excited Harley Quinn and slightly calmer Poison Ivy

Harley clutches a brand new blanket as she eagerly asks if her baby was really alive and now living with the Wayne family

Alfred had a soft smile on his face as he encouraged both the women in. Telling them that Giggles had been settling in quite well with the whole family

Harley expresses her gratitude as she explains that she hadn't know that her child was alive for all this time because the Joker said they died immediately after the birth. She would never have allowed that kind of treatment to her 'sweetums' otherwise

Alfred listens intently as he lets her vent all the emotions she was feeling. Leading the women to the living room as Jason gave Giggles a pat on the head

Harley let out a sudden noise of excitement as she rushed over and scooped the toddler into her arms with a big smile. Placing kisses all over their face while rambling about how excited she was to see her baby

Jason watched as Harley put Giggles back down before unfolding the blanket on the couch for the kid to get a look at it

Harley encourages Giggles to feel it to make sure she picked one that was soft enough for her baby to enjoy using

Giggles looked confused at what Harley was saying as they wiped their cheeks where she had kissed them

It took a few more words of encouragement, but Giggles cautiously does feel the blanket before mumbling that it felt okay before going over to Jason

Harley's smile falls as she watched her baby go and seek comfort from someone else while she was right there

Ivy came over and sat beside Harley on the floor and asking if Giggles remember her and if they knew who Harley was to them

They got a small nod in response as Jason's neck became the hiding spot of Giggles' face

He asked what was the matter was since they knew Harley was their mom and he thought it would probably be a happier occasion to the little one

Tiny hands grabbed his shirt as he hears a small whisper that breaks his hear:

"He said mama didn't want me."

Jason gently shifts Giggles onto his laptop be able to look at Harley while stilll having the option to look away

He quickly assured Giggles that the Joker lied about Harley not wanting her child and that she was here because she wanted to be apart of their life now

Harley's shoulders slumped at what Jason said, quickly explaining that she had been told Giggles was sick and died after having given birth and she thought it was true

Ivy joined in by saying Harley was so happy hearing the news of Giggles being alive, she had already been making plans to potentially spend time together

It goes silent for a moment as Giggles continues to hold onto Jason with a quiet whine

Harley looks around the room for a second before noticing the Batman toy. She grinned as she grabbed it while saying that she was kinda sorta friends with Batman

Giggles perks up slightly while looking over at Harley with skeptical eyes at the news

Ivy noticing a shift in demeanor, eagerly adds that the two of them had many interactions with Batman over the years

Harley handed the toy over while saying that the Bat would be really honored to know such a unique child looked up to him

Giggles had a miniature grin while taking the toy back with a quiet 'no way'

Jason quickly joins in by saying he had seen all of them on the news together talking to one another

The child laughed while looking between all of them and saying they were just making it up

The three of them shared a smile while saying that they knew what they knew

Harley leaned a little closer while asking if there was anything that Giggles liked to do for fun

Soon they were all at the dining table with crayons and different pieces of paper as they each colored

Alfred came in with drinks for them all before asking what everyone would want for lunch

Harley quickly stands up while exclaiming that she could make everyone some mac and cheese (she might not have much experience with kids or cooking, but everyone loves mac and cheese)

Alfred tries to assure Harley that he can take care of making the food, but she was adamant with making it herself

After getting everything ready, Harley began making lunch with Alfred close by, just in case

In the dining room, Ivy smiles over at the child as they put the finishing touches on a butterfly drawing

She asked what Giggles thought of Harley so far. Giggles said that she was definitely nicer than the Joker had said

Ivy smiled while discreetly typing a quick message Joker, threatening to feed him to her plants for everything he said and did to this little ray of sunshine

After some time had passed, Harley and Alfred had come in with plates for everyone to eat (even one for Alfred, Harley insisted)

Giggles helped Jason move all the papers and crayons away before everyone started to eat

Giggles gave Harley a happy 'thank you' after eating a couple of spoonfuls

Harley felt proud of herself for making a good meal for her little one as she gently takes Ivy's hand

It goes quiet for a minute before Jason quietly suggests that maybe they could stay for dinner tonight

Harley begins to say she doesn't want to intrude and only wanted to check up on Giggles for the day

Alfred is the one to say that he would not allow the ladies to leave before that got to know how Giggles got along with the rest of the family

Ivy says that they would love to stay as they did have something they wanted to talk to Bruce about anyways

Alfred says that they would all appreciate having them for dinner and he would make sure to have enough food for everyone

Giggles gives a happy clap at the news before asking what they would want to do

Once everyone was finished with lunch, they went back to the living room

Jason picked up the book he was currently reading as he just sat close by while give Harley and Ivy the ability to bond with Giggles

Harley, trying to get a small of understanding of what all her child liked, asked if they wanted to watch a movie or if there was a favorite show that was on

Jason quickly said that Scooby-Doo, Courage the Cowardly Dog, and Bluey were a couple of favorites (there's just something about talking dogs)

Ivy quickly switched on Courage because it was the first one that she found when searching

The show plays on as Giggles sat beside Harley, who was gently running her fingers through her child's hair

Ivy was on the other side of Giggles as her arm rested on the back of the couch as she smiled at the two of them

The show continues to play on as Giggles starts to lean into Harley's side with a small yawn

Ivy lowers the volume on the TV a little as Harley began to move to lay down with Giggles in her arms

Harley gets the blanket that she brought and places it over the both of them

It doesn't take long for Giggles to fall asleep for a nap as the show continues to play in the background

Jason begins to flip the page of his book as he says they can change the show if they wanted. He did it all the time with some crime show that you also seemed interested in when it was on

While Courage was not the worse show for a kid to like, they didn't have to be told twice before changing to a different show

Harley placed a soft kiss to Giggles head as she continued laying down on the cushions

Ivy ran her fingers through Harley's hair with a smile at the whole situation they were in

It didn't take long for Tim and Damian to come home from school as they took off their shoes

Tim went to get a snack from the kitchen before going to the living room to work on a couple of assignments that he had

He started working on his papers before lifting his head in confusion as he looked over at the couch. He barely even registered the two villains as he walked over to the coffee table

Damian walked in as he looked at all of them. Shaking his head as he went to go check on his animals while muttering about Alfred getting his own collection

Tim, still mildly confused, went back to doing his homework. If Jason wasn't concerned about them being here, it probably wasn't a big deal

Giggles begins to slowly stir in Harley's arms as they slowly wake up. When their eyes open, a huff escapes them while still laying down

Harley reluctantly sits up and stretched her back. When she was done, she rests her head on Ivy's shoulder while brushing back Giggles hair

The child soon sat up and looked around the room. After seeing Tim sitting on the ground, quickly looking around again

"Where's Dami?"

"He's out in the barn, kiddo. He'll come back in soon."

Giggles gave a small whine at that, but didn't push the subject. None of the family allowed them out in the barn, saying it would be best when Giggles was older

Ivy was about to change the channel, but stopped when she noticed Giggles paying extreme attention to the screen. Even more than when the cartoon was on earlier

The show continues to play on with no interruptions when Damian comes walking back in from the barn

He sits down on the far end of the couch as he looks over at the group with a critical eye. Wondering if there was potentially a trap that would come with them being there

(He barely admits caring, but that kid doesn't need to go through anything else they didn't deserve)

When a commercial break had come along, Giggles looked over at Damian with a grin

Going over to his side of the couch, the toddler just stared at him while waiting for something

Damian didn't even look as he reachs a hand out and rests it on Giggles' forehead. Shaking his hand around gently before pushing the toddler backwards on the cushions with a smirk

Harley almost gets upset until the sound of laughter fills the room as Giggles gets back up to face Damian again

He softly says no as his focused on the screen. But the drawn out 'please' caused him to repeat the actions one more time before saying it was the last time

Tim snorts at that as he puts away the homework he had. Carefully putting them away in his bag before standing up with a quiet groan as he begins walking towards the kitchen

"Alfred's currently in there. He won't let you walk out with any form of caffeine this late in the day."

Tim stops short as Jason closes his book. The smirk on his face irritating Tim further as he sits on the couch near Ivy

Giggles quickly got off and went to the kitchen. Coming back with an armful of juice boxes

Going over to Tim first, Giggles hands out the juice boxes to everyone before settling in beside Harley again

Tim grins over at Jason with a raised brow before starting to drink from his box

Everyone watched the show in peaceful some time until the front door opened. Both Dick and Bruce arriving back to the manor at the same time that day

Harley and Ivy perk up at the sound of the men coming into the manor. The two sharing a glance before looking back at Giggles with concern

With the routine that the family formed after Giggles came to them, Dick immediately went to the living room to do his self appointed oldest brother duties (surprise uppies, cuddle times, and sibling gossip)

Dick stops in his tracks for a moment when he sees the two women sitting on the couch. They look back and make eye contact with him

It lasts a few seconds before he gives them a smile before reaching over the couch and lifting Giggles up

The child laughs as Dick lightly spins around before moving to sit down himself

Bruce comes walking in a little after Dick with a deep breath. Not completely surprised by the fact Harley was there. He was most shocked it took her this long to finally come over

When she noticed Bruce come into the area, Harley held Ivy's hand as the two stood up. Both of them going over to him as they expressed their gratitude for him taking in the little one

Ivy quietly said that their was something that they did want to talk about in private if he was willing to hear them out

He gave a quick nod as he guided the two to his study so all the children wouldn't overhear whatever was going to be said

When he closed the door, he fully expected to have to argue that he wasn't going to just hand Giggles over to Harley entirely

She might be the mother, but he couldn't fully deny that the situation could end up bad with everyone no matter how hard anyone tired

"Could we have Giggles stay over a couple of weekends every month?"

The confusion was clear on his face as Harley's words sink in. He blinks at the women for a moment before asking them to explain

Harley calmly says that while she does love the fact her child was alive, she knew she might not be able to provide the best life for said child

Instead, she wanted to be apart of their life and also help out with giving the family a few breaks during the month while getting to spend time with Giggles

Bruce thought about it for a moment, realizing that it wasn't that extreme of a request given the circumstances

He agreed that he was alright with it, but it would ultimately be up to Giggles to decide if they wanted to go over

Harley and Ivy quickly agree that it was okay with them to do it that way. And even if Giggles didn't want to stay the night, they would be willing to do day visits if that was the limit

They all left the study before going back to the living room

Giggles wiggled out of Dick's hold when Bruce came walking into the room again. Going up to him and giving him a hug while looking up at him with a smile

Bruce gently returns the hug as Harley kneel to the ground while asking if Giggles would want to maybe spend a couple of days every now and then with her and Ivy

Giggles thinks for a moment before giving a small nod and saying that it sounds like fun

Harley let out a laugh in relief while tightly holding Ivy's hand

The boys all stare for a moment as they watch the scene in front of them

Alfred came walking in while saying that dinner was about to be ready so everyone could go and get themselves settled at the table

The whole group goes into the dining room and take a moment to figure out the seating arrangement with the two extras joining them

Once everyone was settled, Alfred came in and set down plates in front of everyone

Conversation was light as the meal progressed. Mostly consisting of how the day went and of any upcoming events that would be occuring at school

The meal seemed to pass by too soon as Harley and Ivy said that they would need to leave soon

Giggles gave a small pout, but gave a small nod in understanding

Bruce began to see them off while exchanging information so they could all get in contact for custody swaps

As Harley and Ivy were about to leave, Giggles came running up with the butterfly drawing in hand

Giving it to Harley with a smile while saying she could keep it

Harley gratefully took it while leaning down to place one last kiss to Giggles head before saying a last goodbye for the night

"Bye bye, Aunt Ivy! Bye bye, mama!"

Harley has to turn away as she holds back tear because she was just called 'mama' for the first time. Ivy holds her close as they begin to go back to their apartment

Bruce closes the door while picking Giggles up, smiling at the child while walking back into the manor

"Mama's nice. She did want me."

Bruce has to keep his expression neutral as the child continues rambling. Dear God, he was going to beat that clown within an inch of his life

#batman #batfam #batfam imagine #batfam x reader #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #alfred pennyworth #harley quinn #poison ivy #giggles wayne #harley x ivy

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“I love you”

Bat!daughter oneshot

Bat!daughter Reader struggles to sleep due to nightmares and sometimes needs her dad to help her calm down. (This is based off of the song father daughter by Paul Simon and I suggest listening to it for a better understanding)

Warning: angsty (ends nice though), violence, trauma, death.

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The laughter chasing you only got louder, and fear had taken control over your entire body as you ran for what was probably your life.

“Little bat…come out come out….”

The horrifying and familiar laugh of the joker bounced off the concrete walls that surrounded you as you ran into what seems like a never ending tunnel of darkness.

The laughs only getting louder every time you stumbled or tripped as if the green haired man was already right behind you.

Your body felt broken and bruise with every step you took, you gasped for air in between steps, your lungs screaming at you to just give up, but you wouldn’t not when that lunatic was what seemed like a few paces behind you.

You kept running for what felt like hours and eventually everything went quiet and the only noise was your gasping breaths and footsteps. Suddenly your footing failed you and in the darkness you felt yourself fall and expect to slam into the concrete. However your fall was broke.

“W-what was that” you questioned out loud confused as to what had saved you.

You felt your breath hitch and tears begin to fall as you looked at the horrific sight before you “D-dad?”.

There underneath you lay the body of your father his batman costume bloodied and ripped. His cowl has been discarded and his face showed bruises and blood, but worst of all his mouth looked like it had been split up the sides like a tormented and grotesque smile.

“No no no no, this wasn’t suppose to happen” you screamed out in horror looking at his mangled body, his normally blue eyes now a dark and pale gray stared back at you without any emotion.

“Dad P-please get up” you cry out

“Oh but bat brat he can’t” your whole body tenses and shivers as you turn around to face the cackling lunatic responsible for the sight before you.

You start examining him and see the glint of a hammer in one hand and the clinks of what could only be nails in the other.

Your eyes widen as you realize what is about to happen.

“NO PLEASE NOT AGAIN!”

The joker only laughs and takes a menacing step forward making you take on backwards .

“But didn’t we have so much fun together the first time.” He grins taking another step forward.

Realizing the situation you take a wider step backwards only to realize your mistake as you trip over your father’s corpse and land on the hard concrete hitting your head. You look up eyes glazed as the pale white face of the joker looks down at you with craze eyes.

“Oh i’m going to enjoy every second of this”The joker leans down bringing on nail to my forearm before i can move and swings the hammer!

You shoot up letting out a strangled scream as you thrash around fighting off your attacker. It takes you a brief moment to realize you are no longer in that dark never ending hallway but in your bed hidden under silk sheets.You gasp for air as you feel yourself try to make sense of what just happened.

Nightmares were not uncommon for you especially following the joker incident you had been subjected to a few months prior. Tears still spilling down your cheeks, you glance at your arm, the noticeable swells of red circular scars felt warm as if the nightmare had reawakened the pain in them.

You still gasp and sob quietly trying to find air that will soothe your burning lungs, when the door opens and light spills into your room. You look up and you see the tall figure of a dark hair man and a pair of crystal blue eyes staring at you with so much concern you almost cry even harder.

“Y/N…” he pauses assessing the situation before stepping into the room fully and walking towards you.

You bring your knees to your chest and tuck your head between trying to hide your face embarrassed that he had to come check on you.

“Go a-away dad” you stutter out muffled by your tears and knees.

“You know I won’t do that Y/N” you feel him sit down on the bed and reach out a hand that touches your hand ever so softly that it feels like a small brush of grass. “I am your father and you know I will never leave you alone in your moments of grief or fear.” He says softly. This causes you to let out a small sob into your knees as the weight of his words hit you your walls crash down and you feel it all spill out.

“He had me again but this time you weren’t there to save me and he had murdered you…and then he took the nails and-“

“Y/N it wasn’t real, none of it was. Look i’m still here and you’re safe with me. He wont ever kill me and he sure as hell will never lay a finger on you agai-hmph”

You cut him off as you basically leap into him, hugging him like if you let go he would disappear or turn into dust. You feel him tense for a second before he wraps two strong protective arms around you holding you tight as you sob into his shoulder.

You don’t know how long you sat there clingy to your dad, but he didn’t let go. He just held you and allowed you to let everything out onto his shoulder. He would occasionally whisper comforting sayings in your ear and made sure you breathed in and out with solid controlled breaths.

“Dad?” You questioned breaking the silence.

“Yes?”

“You’re never gonna leave or stop loving me right even when I’m difficult to take care of?”

He took didn’t even take a moment before responding.

“There could never be a father who loved his daughter more than I love you, Y/N”

You soon felt the tiredness of the night take over your body as you drift away into a comforting sleep. Bruce makes sure to lay you comfortably against your pillow before covering you in your blanket.

“I love you Y/N” he whispers brushing your hair out of your content and calmed face before making his way out of your room.

#batman #batdad #bruce wayne #dc comics #father #batfam #hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending #reader insert #fem reader

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caesariawritesstuff · 4 months ago

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Can you do 🌹💋 for BTAS Riddler. Reader and Riddler have some nice wine together chatting and then things get freaky™

Also using from the prompt list:

leaning back with their legs spread apart as they ask, with a smirk, "are you just going to stare, sweetheart?"

Worth Your While

Summary: A picnic between you and Edward leads to some desperate relief you both need.

Word Count: 1.8k

Content Warning: Mentions of alcohol, crime, oral sex, 69ing.

A/N: Ahh I hope you enjoy! This was a lot of fun to write!

The sun was setting on the horizon.

Brilliant streaks of oranges and pinks across Gotham’s skyline. It was the perfect evening – better than you ever could have hoped for. Your belly was full of meats and cheeses from the array of charcuterie spread out before you on the small picnic blanket, now just a remnants of of crumbs and barely leftover food. The taste of wine lingered on your tongue, and you snatched up your glass, sipping the cool white liquid, an explosion of flavors melding onto your tongue.

You couldn’t have asked for a better night.

Turning your attention to the man beside you, your heart fluttered in your chest. The sight of Edward there, bathed in the soft glow of the twilight, made your insides alight aflame. Edward Nygma sat with a glass of wine also perched between two fingers, his steely blue gaze cast out on the horizon. In this lighting, his reddish hair looked on fire, dancing in the firelight. The soft glow from the twilight made him look ethereal, like a God before you, and your heart leapt into your throat at the sight of him, beating against your ribcage like a wild drum.

He finally turned to you, blue eyes glimmering, as a slow smirk spread along his face. “Admiring the view?” he asked, his tone laced with its normal arrogance. He’d peeled off his green suit coat and now laid back in a white button down.

“Yes,” you said, though you wouldn’t tell him that the view was him. His ego was big enough, and you didn’t want to inflate it anymore.

Quirking a brow, he looked back at the horizon. It wouldn’t be long before the sun set behind the skyline and was gone, bathing the city in darkness. Gotham was always prettiest this time of day – in this peaceful quiet before night came and the monsters left their holes. You leaned back, propping yourself up on your elbows, enjoying the moment.

“Any plans for tonight?” you asked him, curious as to what scheme he had up his sleeve.

“My schedule is cleared,” he said, smirking. “My only plans are with you, my dear.”

That made you smile. “Good. Because I’m sick of sharing you.”

“Oh?” he asked, his smile growing. “Sharing is caring, dear.”

“Not when I have to share you with your criminal empire,” you muttered, rolling your eyes. “Almost every night I lose you to your puzzles and quest to ruin Batman. I just wanted you for one night.”

“And I’m giving it to you, sweetheart,” he replied, reaching out to grab your hand in his, bringing your knuckles to his lips, where he kissed the flesh softly.

You trembled, breath hitching in your throat. Despite being together so long, it had been ages since you’d slept together; he often crawled into bed in the wee hours of the morning, passed out, and you’d be gone to work long before he got up. Heat crawled along your skin like a thousand tiny pinpricks, and your pursed your lips, trying to hide your smile as arousal stirred in between your legs. Wetness dampened in between your thighs – and as you quickly realized – you noticed a sizeable bulge growing in between his own legs as well.

He leaned back further, smirking as he asked, “Well, are you just going to stare, sweetheart?” His voice was thick and heavy with the lust, making your insides dance.

You smirked back, quickly downing the rest of your wine, before you set your glass aside and crawled over to him. You immediately straddled him, both legs on either side of his hips, the curtain of you dress blanketing around the two of you. You cupped his face in your hands and brought his lips to yours in a slow, passionate kiss. The hardness of his erection pressed against your panties, and you rolled your hips onto him. He groaned into the kiss, his hands settling on your waist, as he kissed you with reckless abandon. His hips undulated against you and you moaned into his mouth, desperation clawing at your insides.

You raised your eyes – looking around – but the quiet hill which you two had found underneath one of the local bridges was completely abandoned. Only the soft rumbling of cars rolling overhead could be heard, the gentle chirping of birds on this warm summer day. There was a slim chance someone would stumble upon you, but you weren’t about to give up not taking this risk – not with your own arousal stirring so desperately within you.

You grinded against him again, threading your fingers through his hair as you kissed him wildly, tongue gliding against his own to taste the sweet wine. But as you quickly slid off of him, shifting to the side, as you cupped his hard on through the fabric of his pants. Edward hissed between his teeth as you unzipped, as slow as possible, taking the moment to tease him.

His blue eyes met yours. “You little minx,” he whispered.

That made you laugh lightly. As the zipper reached the end, you reached into the confines of his pants, wrapping your fingers around the warm shaft of his cock. He sighed as you pulled his length from its hidden cavern; it stood at attention, red with veins running along the shaft, precum already leaking from the tip. You braced him in your hand, tightening your grip, as you began to pump his shaft with slow, steady strokes. Edward leaned back a little more, gazing at you with heavy-lidded eyes, his mouth falling slightly open. Your smirk grew as you continued your movements, listening to the soft breaths escaping his lips. You swirled your thumb around the tip, pressing in, smearing precum across his head.

He moaned lowly. “Don’t stop, sweetheart,” he whispered.

You smiled wider – oh, no, you had no intention of stopping. Instead, you leaned forward, bending over, as you took him into your mouth instead. He gasped as your lips closed around his warm cockhead, and you swallowed him all the way down to the base, breathing through your nose to fight your gag reflex. He groaned, his hands fisting in the grass. You pulled back, almost all the way out, before taking him deep into your mouth again – repeating the motions, using your tongue to massage the underside of his cock as you went. His breath came out harder, softer, his head falling back onto the grass, eyes fluttering closed. You continued deep-throating him, gagging slightly each time he hit the base of your throat – but why should he get to have all the fun? It’d been forever for you, too, and you weren’t going to do all the work.

Smirking, you pulled back from his cock, hiked up your dress, and shimmied out of your panties. You turned around and were just lowering yourself onto his face when you heard him chuckle underneath you, a low rumble deep in his throat.

“Not wanting to let me have all the fun, sweetheart?” he asked.

“Of course not,” you replied, settling onto his face, resting yourself over his body as you leaned forward. Once more, you took his cock into your mouth, sucking him as you used your hand to stroke up and down on his shaft – before you felt his mouth dive into your wet cunt.

You gasped as his lips latched onto your dripping, aching wet womanhood. His lips found your clit, hungrily licking and sucking at the pert, needy bundle of nerves. You trembled as your eyes fluttered closed, his tongue working its magic on your clit with small flicks. Pleasure swam through your veins, building and building in your core, your toes curling at the sensation. It’d been so long since you’d felt this way, since his mouth had bee on your clit – and you were going to savor every single bit of it that you could. Your mouth returned to his cock, licking up and down the shaft like a lollipop; every time you reached his cockhead, you swallowed him, licking at the head, before taking him as deep as you could. Soft whines elicited from your lips with each time his tongue flicked against your clit. Stars danced behind your eyelids, and within moments, two of his fingers slid into your dripping, needy cunt, stroking against your tight walls.

It was like heaven as he devoured you, and you nearly stopped sucking him off, losing yourself the pleasure he was providing for you. His tongue flicked and stroked and massaged the soft bud, switching between fast and slow, only drawing more moans from your sweet lips. The way his fingers curled inside of you and thrust in and out made your insides feel like they were going to explode, like you couldn’t contain yourself any longer. More moans escaped your lips as you continue to suck him harder, faster, the vibrations of your moans from your throat only making him groan in tandem. The two of you devoured each other in the same, animalistic way, a symphony of lewd slurps and fleshy sounds filling the quiet space you were perched upon.

But with each flick of his tongue, you only felt yourself growing higher and higher, your climax building. His fingers worked faster, harder, and his tongue went into overdrive – stroking your clit with reckless abandon. Another soft mewl escaped your lips, and you grabbed onto his shaft, stroking him harder as your mouth continued to bob up and down on his cockhead. His cock pulsed in your hand, veins throbbing, saliva coating your fingers – before the pleasure built so high and high, a rubber band tightening and tightening inside of you – before it snapped.

You cried out around his cock as you came. Your orgasm washed over you in waves, your legs trembling around his face, as your whole body shook. The pleasure was a tidal wave, crashing into you over and over again as you rocked your hips against his mouth, desperately chasing the high he offered you. But as you did – a low groan escaped his own mouth – and he came, too. Cum shot from the head, spilling into your mouth. The bitter taste lingered on your tongue as you swallowed every last drop you could, desperately helping him chase his own high.

And when it was over, you finally pulled away, feeling the slick cum run down your chin. You gasped for air, trying to catch your breath, as you felt his fingers leave you. It took you a moment to collect yourself and roll off of him and onto your knees, before you finally found him lying there, a satisfied smirk on his wet lips, glistening with your arousal. You smirked at him.

“I needed that,” you whispered, your breath steadying.

He quirked a brow. “I told you I’d make this picnic worth your while, sweethear.”

And worth your while, it had been.

#caesariawrites #the riddler #edward nigma #edward nygma #the riddler x y/n #the riddler x reader #the riddler x you #btas riddler x you #btas riddler x reader #btas riddler x y/n #edward nigma x you #edward nygma x reader #edward nigma x reader #edward nigma x y/n

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