#🌸— damian wayne.

[chikaras-garden]

Batboys as things that go bump in the night

So what if he’s not human?

Pairings: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne x fem!reader

Contains: Monsterfucking. Dubcon. Unprotected piv sex in Dick’s, Jason’s, and Damian’s. Blood in Bruce’s. Somnophilia and light breeding kink in Dick’s. Knotting in Jason’s. Oral sex (f!receiving) in Tim’s. Degradation in Damian’s.

Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked. Happy Halloweekend angels!

BRUCE WAYNE 🦇

A loner. A constant shadow over Gotham. A collector of all things macabre. And now, he has his sights set on you. You’re a pretty thing, dressed in all black at a late-autumn gala, and you can feel the intensity of his gaze on you even when your back is turned.

So it’s no surprise that, when you tempt fate by rounding a corner into a deserted hallway, you are not alone.

Stepping out of the shadows, Bruce’s hand clamps around one side of your throat, leaving just one side—the side of your pulse—exposed for his lips. He kisses you there far more than he kisses your lips, nibbling and suckling the soft flesh over your pulse. Your heart beats faster and faster as your knees go weak, but his arm tightens around you.

“I have you, darling,” he husks. His skin is cold against yours, but perhaps that’s because the all-consuming presence of a man like this makes your blood run hot.

His other hand comes up to cup your flushed cheek, thumb dragging along the shape of your face as if he’s trying to memorize you.

“So warm. Such soft skin,” he murmurs, bending his head low and kissing your neck. “Such a beautiful creature.”

Something twists in your stomach when he says that—creature. An instinct tells you to run, but you quickly realize that the look in his eyes has you completely enthralled. He’s watching you with purpose, always keeping your eyes locked as if looking away from you will break the spell he has you under.

“I have to taste you,” he whispers, voice raw with a strain whose source you cannot place. He inhales deeply and lets out a low, feral noise before you feel a twinned shock of pain that makes you gasp: blood rushes to your neck and spills from your broken skin onto his waiting tongue, which greedily laps at the sweet nectar he just stole.

DICK GRAYSON 🦇

You never remember what happened the morning after your nights with your blue-eyed visitor in black, but you can’t stop the way your body aches for the mysterious stranger. At first, you thought he was a dream, but even you know that your unconscious can’t conjure up something as beautiful as him.

He wakes you by laying on top of you, pushing his hot-as-Hell flesh against yours. You didn’t go to sleep naked, but you’re naked now; your clothes are gone, but you’re covered with him, his mouth latched onto one of your nipples, one of his hands painfully squeezing the other, and his red-tipped cock already bullying its way into your slick folds. 

It hurts, but the ache is so dizzying that you can’t bring yourself to care, especially when you’re aware that you won’t remember this by morning anyway. You feel as if you’re being burned alive and made new in just the way he wants you. And that feels good, doesn’t it? Why else would you have woken up with your pussy soaking wet? 

He picks his head up just enough to watch you watch him while his tongue traces the outer edge of your areola and flicks your nipple in slow strokes, teasing it into hardness with just the tip of his tongue. He’s kneeling between your legs, and his free hand slides down to gently stroke your belly—which is when you notice that his fingers, like his cock, are tipped with blood-red skin.

Then comes his dark murmur, “Let me fill you, pretty thing. Let me give you a little gift to help you remember me.”

Your breath catches and, once again, he latches on—teeth first, this time.

At the same time, he thrusts into you, cock heavy and fire-hot, searing your skin and all but tearing you open while you keen and grasp at him, fingernails scraping down his back. His warmth is inescapable as he thrusts into you with inhuman force.

And you swear that, when he comes, filling you with his infernal seed, you catch a glimpse of a ruby glimmer in his once-blue eyes.

JASON TODD 🦇

Honestly, you handled finding out that your boyfriend is a werewolf remarkably well. But because you’re a human, he has one rule: no knotting. That is, until an October full moon has him more feral than usual, trapped in a rut that he’s powerless to fight against.

Jason has you hiked up against his chest, barely balanced on his thick thighs with your panties shoved aside. One finger is pressed firmly against your clit, the claws that come with his half-transformed state lightly grazing your sensitive skin. He’s already buried inside of you, thrusting so shallowly that he may as well be humping your innermost walls.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, dropping his head onto your shoulder. His skin rages with heat while his muscles tremble, lips mouthing along any inch of your skin that he can reach. Head heavy on your shoulder, he rasps out broken sentences, each cut off by animalistic whimpers and whines. “God, fuck— I can’t— I shouldn’t— You’re—”

You have one hand tangled in his hair, thumbing the soft black-and-white fur that crawls up along his hybrid ears. His cock, impossibly thick already, stretches you even more open than you already were, and you throw your head back to let out a moan of mixed pleasure-pain.

“Fuck,” he whispers, because he feels it too. “Baby, I’m— It’s—”

“Let it,” you gasp, feeling lightheaded with the pain of Jason filling you so completely, cockhead swelling so full that he couldn’t pull out even if he wanted to. “Please, please, Jason, I need it.”

All that gets you is another guttural groan from him, a sound as close to a howl as he can make without being fully transformed. Still swelling, his cock is thick, heavy, hot—pulsing inside of you, begging to stay there, to fill you, to mark and mate with you. You can’t imagine what it must look like, but you know that the feeling is divine: this oneness, this wholeness, is something you’ve never felt before. It’s almost enough to dull how much your pussy aches.

“Jason,” you moan, tears filling your eyes.

“I know,” he soothes, trying to stay sturdy and stable for you even though his whole body is trembling. “Fuck, it— Baby, you feel so good. Such a good fucking girl, letting me mate with you. Gonna make you feel amazing, I promise.”

TIM DRAKE 🦇

“Stay still,” Tim teases, clawed fingers clamping down on your hip. “Or no rewards.”

Your back is pressed against the chilly, damp wall of the bat cave, and your clothes are shreds around your feet. You know this is all your fault, that you should have avoided the man who has only made his obsession with you painfully clear. As soon as the half-dragon spotted you—his treasure, his paramour, his little human love—he pounced. 

Half changed with pewter green scales climbing up his skin and pupils narrowed into reptilian slits, Tim wastes no time in turning your clothes into ribbons of fabric in effort to get to you.

And then he drops to his knees, burying his face in between your legs.

The forked tongue laves up and down the folds of your pussy, skirting along the outside of your sopping hole until you’re shuddering, clinging to him. His hand digs in harder, talons piercing the soft skin of your ass, scaly palm forcing your cunt against his mouth until you feel the sting of sharpened teeth against your mound.

Even though his teeth sting your pulsing flesh, even though his licks are too fast to be completely pleasurable, you feel yourself grow slick around his tongue. Your head falls back against the wall and you begin to pant, heart beating so fast that you start to feel faint, teetering on the edge of consciousness.

His forked tongue reaches impossibly deep within you. The fleshy muscle feels wrong but also so good, skin fading from soft pink to greenish-black, its texture rough and bumpy, stimulating you from more directions than you have ever felt at once. 

He licks all the way to your cervix—a thing no mere mortal man could ever do to you—greedily biting, sucking, and growling against your throbbing, abused pussy until finally you come with a pitiful, worn-out scream.

You feel his ice-cold lips pull into a smile as he breathes, “Good human. Now give me another—or three more. Maybe five.”

DAMIAN WAYNE 🦇

You go to the guardian of an ancient library for help but, poor you, the sphinx’s riddles prove too challenging for you. In accordance with the legends, you expect to be smited on the spot, or at least banished, but instead—the sphinx shifts to his human form and decides that you are his.

How lucky it is that Damian decides he likes you enough to keep you captive instead of simply killing you as punishment. How lucky it is that he is clever enough to find a use for your frail human form. How lucky it is that he doesn’t find mating with you as repulsive as he originally thought.

“At least work for it,” he drawls, stifling a yawn while he leans back on the emerald-green settee. His arms are spread, powerful shoulders and biceps making him look even bigger than he already is. No, he never touches you—that would be demeaning—but he does offer you the privilege of riding his cock until you make yourself come.

You close your eyes and drive your hips forward and down, trying to strike the spot inside you that only he can reach. No sooner than your eyes flutter closed, though, he snaps his fingers in front of you.

“Look at me, pet.” His head rests on the back of the chair, lips parted with every breath that makes his chest slowly rise and fall. His face looks warm and you wonder what it might feel like to kiss those plush lips—but you’re also coherent enough to realize that he’s measuring his breaths on purpose.

You’re getting to him. You think. You hope. Maybe if you please him, he’ll let you go. 

He shifts his hips up and you cry out, nearly losing your balance on his powerful thighs, but a warm hand suddenly cups your ass to drag you back into place. He leans forward, stomach flexing, and murmurs in your ear, “Can’t even do this without help, can you? Useless little human.”

[b4tm4nn]

i’m in love with gotham tiktok

[xoxokirby]

hi! do you have a masterlist or a tag for your fics?

hi there! i don’t yet, just because i still haven’t written a lot of longform stuff over here, but i probably will at some point!! when i do, it will definitely be put in my pinned intro

i do have a little bit of a basic tag system though:

🌺.moots, for anything involving my mutuals

🌷.games, self-explanatory

🌸.kirby’s spring, ❄️.kirby’s winter, 🍁.kirby’s autumn, for reblogs and art that i find aesthetically pleasing/fit the season

“kirby chats” is just me talkin’/headcanons

🎁.jayby, 🎁.hashiby, and 🎁.kirbō are my selfships

and as for fics, just typing in character x reader or the character’s name should help you pretty easily. but like i said, there’s not a lot here yet since these past few months have been the busiest of my life.😅

[yu-huuuu]

Hello! I saw your Jason Todd x reader post and think it’s really cute! 🥰🥰🥰 Does that mean you’re taking requests for the batfam, too? If so, then which characters are you writing for?

I'm glad you ask. It happens that I wanted to try to write for DC, but I did not know which character started, and i was deciding between Jason and Superman (Lmao).

Jason's two publications were an experiment to see if I managed to capture the character's essence (And also to see if people liked how I wrote the character, which is why the posts are always from Jason's pov).

And obviously see if I felt comfortable writing for the DC fandom (since I am still new worldwide of "writing", but it happens that I am enjoying it a lot). But, I'm happy that you like Jason's publications!.

And since many liked the writing I made, I suppose I will continue writing. As for characters I will write… I will publish the DC masterlist very soon to keep you aware.

I am very excited to continue writing for this fandom!, and believe me I have many plans and ideas of future deliveries. For now I will start with Batfamily, then with something simple with Superman, and maybe I will write in the future for Wonder Woman…

although I should not say much since that would be spoiler-

see u~ 🍄

[sillypinkboy]

Batkids' Love Languages (in my personal opinion)

Dick Grayson

Shows his love via small thoughtful gifts

Jason Todd

Very verbal about his feelings towards you

Tim Drake

Involves you in his current projects

Stephanie Brown

Works out with you

Cassandra Cain

Cuddles and movies

Damian Wayne

Shares his interests

Duke Thomas

Hangs out with you as you each do your own thing

Barbara Gordon

Loves to get you to talk about your interests. Ends up joining into said thing

[jade-and-101-cats]

robin

"Don't patronize me or I'll break your face."

-Damian Wayne/Robin, Batman #657

[youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms]

Main Masterlist

Welcome to my main masterlist, link to my nav. page is here

And here is a quick key to my fics

🥀 means angst

🌹 means fluff

🌹🥀 means both

🤷‍♀️ means I genuinely have no idea

❤️ means headcanon

🌸 means it's one of the dialogue ones

Characters/Fandoms I Write For (Is Open For Requests On Characters But Not Stories)

DC

Bruce Wayne (Batman)

Damian Wayne (Robin): mostly Bat!Mom and Aged Up!Damian

Dick Grayson (Robin/Nightwing)

Jason Todd (Robin/Red Hood)

Tim Drake (Robin/Red Robin)

Resident Evil

Chris Redfield

Leon S. Kennedy

Star Wars

Prequel Trilogy

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Original Trilogy

Luke Skywalker

1989 (TV) Event

Characters/Fandoms I No Longer Write For (Is Not Open For Deliberation)

Criminal Minds

Luke Alvez

Spencer Reid

Marvel

MCU

Bucky Barnes

Loki

Peter Parker (Tom & Andrew)

Natasha Romanoff

Pietro Maximoff

Steve Rogers

Thor

XMEN

Alex Summers (Havok)

Charles Xavier (Professor X)

Hank McCoy (Beast)

Jean Grey

Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler)

Logan Howlett (Wolverine)

Peter Maximoff (Quicksilver)

Scott Summers (Cyclops)

Warren Worthington III (Angel)

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Jonathan Byers

Nancy Wheeler

Steve Harrington

Other

Song Prompts

[leckeres]

🌸Damian Wayne🌸

[sardonic-sprite]

Am I allowed to send this back to the blogger who sent it to me? Well, we're gonna do it anyways.

 Send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!!! 🌸

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Wtf I think you unlocked a cheat code? What be this sorcery? Aight well be prepared for me to uno reverse it on you lmao.

FUCK I don't even remember which fics I used before for this, uhhhhh... ok here's the first go-round.

Anywho, next ones...

Oooh, Runaway. This one got to explore Tim and Damian's brother dynamic, but if they got off to a better start. It's also badass motherfucking coffee addicted best big bro Tim (a great version) and smol fight bean so tired just wants to be fucking loved lil bro Damian (also a great version). With a teensy bit of sappy batdad. Only thing I don't like as much is the version of Talia, but it's lowkey needed for the plot so I'll let myself off the hook.

If you ever fall down. This one is actually. Like, it's fair. I'd say it's well-written. But what I take the most pride in is how I was able to rewrite the ending so as to have two options, one with a lowkey Sladick, the other with Jason and Dick Big Bro Teamup. Honestly there's little difference between the versions, but still. I ventured a little beyond my comfort zone, and I'm proud of that.

Bane. Yeah, this one's controversial. Still, I spent SO MUCH BRAINPOWER doing inception levels of theory of mind and like good God... I'm incredibly proud of how I was able to do that, and how I was able to build up the tension and keep people guessing until the end. Maybe that makes me mean. Ah, well, a friend and I are working on a sequel, so it'll turn out fine... after lots more agony. Oops.

A Wretch Like Me. This one... all my Rev Wayne stories have given me Religious Feels but there's something incredibly personal about this one, because when Jason and Bruce talk at the end, it echoes so many times that I talked with my Pastor H about things. I'd like to think he'd be proud of what I wrote, despite it being fanfic. I also published this one on Palm Sunday, so the sacrifice theme was vivid, and it might be the closest I've come to... Understanding passion week.

[cherryasagiri]

Who is the Cook in the Family?

Pairing: Jason x oc

Summary: Can you guess which one tried to burn down the mansion trying to cook? Jason, it was Jason. We knew it was Jason.

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 It was a relatively normal day in the Wayne manor, everyone off doing their own thing before the sun sets. Duke was playing catch in the yard with Dick, Damian was off in the Batcave, annoying Bruce to let him go on more independent missions, while Barbara talked with Tim about some new gadgets he wanted to make. Alfred stood in his usual spot in the Batcave, watching the pseudo-family interact. From time to time, he likes to think about the smile that graces Bruce's face whenever he is around the family's younger members. Seeing the man he raised from a fragile child to a successful man find true happiness is all he cared about. Thus, leaving Amena, Nafula, and Jason.

 Amena and her mother were in the living room, watching a children's program while playing with the new Bratz dolls she recently bought for her daughter. Nafula found a 2008 doll house for her daughter, so the dolls had something big enough to use instead of the smaller Barbie doll house. She was holding one of the dolls, her daughter showing her mother what she wanted her to do. 

"Mommy, it's nighttime, and Sasha needs to go to bed. Can you wash her up like you do with me?" she asked, placing her hands on her mom's leg.

"Of course, sweetie, make sure you do the same for Yasmin!" she exclaimed while taking the toy bath out of the upstairs room from the dollhouse.

For a split second, Nafula got a slight whiff of something harsh. It was a tad strong, making one of her eyes water. She didn't know what it was that didn't smell good, but she could only sigh; knowing who was behind it, she smoothed her daughter's hair before kissing her temple gently. She apologized for leaving the play date so soon and walked into the kitchen. The air was filled with smoke, the fire alarm threatening to sound if the person who caused it didn't fix it. She rubbed her eyes which were beginning to water due to the smoke mentioned, walking over to all the doors and windows to open them. She knew it would only do so much to draft out the smoke, walking over to the cause of the interrupted toy time with her child. 

She pulled out a chair while making sure not to make any noise as she wanted to surprise the person who was in front of her, making a mess on the stove. The grumbling and swearing they were doing under their breath made a smile appear on her face, trying her hardest not to laugh at their torment. It had been a while since she had seen them cook; the moment they had come back into her life, they wanted to do whatever they could to make up for what they had missed. 

"How did you go through life so far without knowing how to make a grilled cheese sandwich, Jason?" she finally spoke up, palm cupping her cheek as her elbow rested on the kitchen table. A slight smirk appeared on her lips, and one of her eyebrows raised. The woman was concerned with how he was destroying the kitchen, yet the smirk never left her face.

She laughed once he turned around. He was startled by her sudden appearance, knowing that she and their daughter were the only ones who could sneak up on him undetected. They, and also Bruce, of course. He didn't understand why they affected him like this; he had known his wife most of their lives but only a couple with his daughter, who honestly still didnt know who he was. He had always had a worry in the back of his mind when he appeared in Nafula's life again. A life where he had no idea he fathered a child. How could he not notice the change in her during her earliest symptoms? If he had known, he would have stayed behind. Be safe and wait for backup like Bruce always wanted. He would have been there for his daughter when she took her first breaths in this world. There is no time to dwell on the past; he has to remind himself. Maybe being in their presence and specific aura made him feel the most at ease and relaxed. 

Jason turned around fast to look at his wife; her smirk caused a huge blush to appear on his face as he gave her an accusatory glare. 

"Excuuussseee meeeee for being dead for a while and then wake up to forget how to speak, eat, and wipe my ass," he retorted playfully. The woman in question stands up and walks toward him with pride in her step.

The small smirk turns into a seductively sly smile. Nafula's hands begin to snake around his shoulders and pull him closer to her front. Her chest is pressed securely on his back while her lips are dangerously close to his neck. He notices the gloss coating her lips as he dreads the sticky substance touching his flesh. It's not like he hates her lip-glossed kiss, but forgetting it being there and being teased by Tim and Dick is something he is not looking forward to. 

"You're always talking about you being dead, Jesus Jason, we get it. You died. You want a cookie?" she questioned, laughing at her joke as she slowly grabbed the spatula out of his hand and craftily turned off the stove before he could notice.

Jason sighed as he realized he was holding in a breath before. He tried to turn his face away, but her intoxicating aroma enticed him to move closer to her. She glanced up at him, fluttering her lashes as the love started to fill her eyes. Jason was able to notice this, his own eyes staring into hers. He moved his head closer to hers, his lips dipping down to meet hers. This is as sensual as they've ever been when sex wasn't already on their minds. He closed his eyes when his heart started to race faster than it has in a long time, loving the feeling that his love for her would never waver. It was an encouraging feeling that boosted his confidence to finally lean down to kiss her.

Or he thought he was going to kiss her. He opened his eyes to see that Nafula was no longer in his face. The cool sensation on his skin where her arms touched and the coolness of his back started to set in. the racing of his heart made him forget the warmth of her presence. Jason regained his composure, turning his body to find and face his wife as he noticed what she was doing now. He watched as she cleaned up the mess he had made, taking out the sliced cheese from the fridge and the bread from the bread container and started to redo his sandwich. Jason noticed the burnt sandwiches he made on the trashcan and sighed. He fucked up, but he knew when looking at his wife that it didn't matter because she was there for him. 

"Well, to answer your question, I don't know, but thank God, I have you now," he boasted, knowing that if nobody got him, then he knew Nafula had him. Said woman, rolling her eyes and smiling even though he couldn't see her as she was still facing the stove. 

"That only sounds like you do stupid shit and pretend you don't know how to do simple shit so I could do them for your lazy ass," she joked, grabbing the plates with the already made sandwiches with a small bowl of tomato soup placed perfectly on the plate. 

She placed the plates on the table and smiled at Jason, who was still in awe of what his wife had done in the short amount of time. Maybe it was her insistence on raising her daughter on her own where she learned how to do things quickly, he thought to himself. Before she could say anything, Jason promptly jumped to his feet and headed to the living room to grab his daughter. They would have a nice lunch together as a family with a newfound respect and love for his wife. When he came back, he placed his daughter in her unique princess chair and sat next to her with a smile on his face.

"I just like to see my hot wife making me food," he finally spoke up.

"Please watch your mouth around my child," she sighed.

"Mommy's hot!" Amena yelled, the little girl giggling while tearing into her sandwich.

"See, even she thinks s–" Jason didn't get a chance to finish his sentence because a sudden jolt of pain shot up from his foot to his spine. Nafula's heel dug into his foot as she watched the male beside her try and hold in a yelp.

"That is why I call her MY daughter, Jason," she responded, smiling over at Amena. The young girl was none the wiser about what was happening in front of her. That didn't bother either of them; it was a lively rest of the day for this small family.

[chikaras-garden]

Hi petal! May I request Dick Grayson and Damian Wayne dick headcanons? Like, size and width kinda thing? Thank you!

Sweet Jesus. Yes. Goodness. Oh my god.

DICK GRAYSON 💦

Not the longest. Not the girthiest. A pretty pink head that demands kisses. But the curve of his dick helps him reach places inside you that no one else could ever dream of. This is a cock that finds every spot that makes you squirm and scream—and then invents new ones, just to be sure no man has ever made you feel as good as he does. 

He uses his whole body to fuck you. Hands cupping your cheeks, forehead against yours, breath fanning over your lips in between kisses. When he’s inside you, you’re two halves of one whole, and the point where your body ends and his begins may as well not exist. He’s so agile, so flexible; he’ll work as hard as is necessary to find every position that has you coming undone all over his cock.

Loves to stay inside you. He came so much, so hard, so fast—so he’ll just plug you up, you know? You don’t mind, right? He’ll be so impossibly gentle about it, too; laying on top of you, weight on his knees so he doesn’t hurt you, peppering little kisses up and down your face until his cock softens and slips right out.

DAMIAN WAYNE 💦

A cock so perfect that they should be making dildos based off of him. Very long. Very thick. Tanned and super veiny. Honestly, the worst part is that he knows this because he’s heard it a billion times. Praise does nothing to him after hearing so many people say he feels so good, that he splits them open just right—but the look on your face when he thrusts hard, fast, and deep until your eyes roll back in your head? 

That has him feeling something he’s never felt before. He’s buried to the hilt inside you, you feel him all the way up to your lungs, and you reach down to grab his wrist and hold him right where he is. When your fingers wrap around him, he groans, seeing stars of his own. You reach around his hips and press your hands into his ass to pull him even deeper, and he starts forcing himself into breathing exercises to stop himself from coming right there.

Prefers you to come first. Also prefers when you have the time for both of you to come multiple times. He has a thing for coming on your tits first, and he’d love to come on your face if you’re into that, but sex isn’t finished until he fills you, duh.

@uc1wa I wasn't kidding

[grey-water-colors]

Masterlist

A masterlist of the works I've published. I work in X Reader format.

I take requests so if you like my work please don't be afraid to ask!

Fan favorites - ✨

My Favorites - 🌸

DC

Jason Todd

Song Fics

Try Losing One ✨🌸

All the times Jason loses her.

Damian Wayne

Series

Missing You Series (Finished)

A tour to show art for charity around the world quickly turns into a disaster. You're being followed around the world and your hero is all the way back home. Can he reach you in time?

Song Fics

Remember Me ✨

Damian is leaving again, leaving you to face your sadness alone.

Stay, I pray you 🌸

The place where you grew up, the people who raised you, as evil as they were, were still your home. How to leave behind your very being and how to move on? It’s easier with help.

Love, You Didn’t Do Right By Me

You finally take the step to let yourself be happy. Damian Wayne has hurt you for the last time.

One Shots

Sacrifice 

You had a chance with Damian, you thought you both were happy, but then your sister came into the picture. You hadn’t either of them this happy, so you end up making a sacrifice, but a real sacrifice means you always lose in the end.

Crossing the Line

You’re done with the League of Shadows. Tired of fighting a war that had been forced onto you. But before you leave, you have to face your secret lover and make him understand why you can’t stay.

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Song Fics

Our Word

A new life, with a new name, comes with heavy burdens of lies and secrets, but the truth always comes forward.

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Series

After All This Time Series (In Progress)

The real world is a scary place, even more so when you’re alone. You live alone in a apartment filed with the figurative ghosts of your memories. You’ve both changed since you last met your fiancé, but can love mend the gap after all this time.

One-Shots / Song Fics

Nothing Left to Lose ✨

Y/n is on a war path for revenge, but the love of her life is trying to stop her.

Ater All This Time (Can be read alone or as a mini chapter of the series above.)

Y/N relives the moments of her life where she is kept on the sidelines.

Disney

Bruno Madrigal

One-shots

That Would Be Enough ✨

Y/N and Bruno Madrigal go through the unimaginable pain of losing a newborn child.

My Hero Academia

Bakugo Katsuki

Song Fics

She Gets the Flowers Right? ✨

Bakugo leaves reader for someone else

Achilles Come Down🌸

Reader is going to jump, Bakugo talks her down. (Deals with sensitive topics, may not be suitable for all readers. Please read warnings)

[chikaras-garden]

Demonhead Damian when his lovely sugar baby is angry and giving him the silent treatment, how does this possessive man handle this?

Hot anger flares in your chest as you stride through the halls, and every assassin in your path knows not to get in your way. When you look like that—powers sparking, eyes alight—everyone knows that it’s more dangerous to cross you than to feign ignorance when the Demon Head inevitably questions them. 

The guards avert their eyes when you burst into Damian’s chamber and accuse, “You dismissed my maid!”

As he sits behind his desk, his eyes slowly rise to meet yours. Then, his eyebrow quirks—just a little. “Removing one of your friends? That is all it took to convince you to speak to me again? To think I had considered having her killed.”

“I am still angry with you,” you point out, inclining your chin in the face of his blatant nonchalance. He’s not afraid of you? Good. You’re not afraid of him, either.

He tilts his head, corners of his mouth twitching. “Come to me, princess.”

You scoff. “Hire my maid back.”

A beat of silence passes, and then he lets out a long-suffering sigh. “Very well. But I do expect you back in my bed this evening; sleeping alone is…”

This time, he’s the one to wrinkle his nose.

“…inadequate.”

[chikaras-garden]

Beyond!Damian but Talia doesn’t like you and makes you leave him so he hunts down his precious sugar baby like the possessive fuck that he is.

I think...I think we're developing a collaborative storyline. 10/10 so sexy of us. I'm going to start tagging asks related to this with demonhead!Damian.

tw you got kidnapped

Your knight in shining armor is covered in blood. His eyes are as alert as a hawk’s while he scans the small room you’ve been kept in, adjusting to the complete lack of light and the—frankly—absolute inhumanity of the condition anyone thought was appropriate for a captive, let alone you.

Never mind that you’ve only been missing for a few hours. Now? A single minute out of his sight is sixty seconds too many.

Damian doesn’t sigh in relief, nor does he look at you softly or whisper soothing words. Instead, he grabs you by the waist and hoists you up into his arms with the desperation of a man who thought he lost everything. Here, while he embraces you like you're a fragile, breakable thing, you feel that he’s trembling, out of breath not from overexertion, but from terror.

“I will kill her,” you think he mumbles into your hair.

“Who?” you breathe, too disoriented by the fact that four assassins dragged you out of bed and left you alone here, in what you thought was an impenetrable fortress. 

Damian’s jaw tightens. So does his grip on your thigh and your back. “My mother.”

[chikaras-garden]

Imagine being with Ra’s Al Ghul!Damian, the demon head. OH LORD.

Beyond!Damian is so fucked up. Let’s do it.

You’re his princess.

At least, that’s what he tells you whenever you’re sprawled out on his bed, laying bare atop green silk sheets that make it impossible for you to find your grip. That’s what he likes: if you can’t stay put on the sheets, you’re forced to hold onto his shoulders—no, baby, don’t mind the scars—which means you need him.

His hand splays over the small of your back and, with a subtle flex of his arm, he hauls you up against his chest. As he kneels on the bed, he feels so sturdy and strong, stable and infallible.

“I won’t let you go,” he promises as he brushes the tip of his nose along your jaw, then down your throat. His free hand glides up your thigh and over your hip before his fingers hook into your panties and tug them down. He’s swift but not cruel; he’s not trying to hurt you. (Never mind the list of people he’d kill for you. Never mind the list of people he already did.)

When he runs his fingers up and down your folds, making you drip and squirm in his vice-like grasp, he chuckles. His eyes never leave your face, looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, like he could happily spend the rest of his life transfixed by you.

“You’re so soft,” he teases. “You’re perfect.”

The half-smile on his lips makes you forget the things he’s done, is doing, and plans to do. It’s his job to make sure that all you can think about is him and you.

[chikaras-garden]

Batboys as scenes from my favorite romance novels

Even when you’re alone, it’s like your love is torn from a page.

Pairings: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne x fem!reader

Contains: A very self-indulgent author. Scenes inspired by trashy Regency/Victorian romance novels. Oral sex (f!receiving) in Dick’s and (m!receiving) in Tim’s. Praise kink in Dick’s. Blindfolding, bondage, and vaginal fingering in Damian’s.

Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked. Scenes are inspo only, not direct quotes. I swear I can write cute smut. I have so many other favorite books and could do this another two times at least.

BRUCE WAYNE 💋 When He Was Wicked by Julia Quinn

“Do you ever wonder what I think about?” Bruce murmurs, head buried in your neck. He refuses to touch you with his lips, only ghosting his nose over your sensitive skin; you feel his breath, warm and lightly spiced, fan over your collarbone.

He lets out a low sigh that covers your chest like a blanket, and your heart echoes the way his breath trembles. Whatever control he thinks he has most of the time—it’s completely gone with you.

“Do you wonder,” he continues, “what I wish I could do to you?”

You’re laying back in his bed and he kneels between your thighs, supporting your back with one hand while his fingers absentmindedly toy with the zipper on the back of your dress. Like this, he notices everything about you: the way your hair sits, the warm sparkle in your eyes, the way your lips part with every breath.

And you look so unbearably kissable that he’s fighting against his baser instincts.

“I would start right here,” he answers himself, finally pressing his lips against your shoulder. You shiver in reply, and a low chuckle slides out of his throat. “I would kiss every inch of you. Twice. I’d figure out where to bite you to make you squeal, where to lick to make you whimper. I’d have you come undone on my tongue—and I think you’d like it. Maybe you’d like it so much that I’d have to do it again.

“And then I’d sit you in my lap,” he rumbles, lips pressed underneath your ear while he finally, finally, unzips your dress. His eyes are half-lidded, his mind just as hazy as yours is. “I’d fill you so completely, darling; your heart, your thoughts. I’d make every one of your breaths mine—forever, if I could.”

DICK GRAYSON 💋 Heartbreaker by Sarah MacLean

“Here, baby, give me your— Yeah, just like that.”

The second Dick says that, your breath catches and you feel yourself tense. Heat washes over you from cheeks to toes, and you let out a soft whine that makes blue eyes dart up to your own. All he did was ask you to move your leg, then take your thigh in his hand to bring it over his shoulder.

His eyes glint and he smiles like a kid on Christmas. You just gave him a fun new trick to use on you.

“Oh baby,” he croons. “You’re gonna be such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

You whimper. “Dick, please—”

While his cheek presses against your thigh, his smile is nothing less than devastatingly sweet. “I know, baby; I know.”

He watches you like you’re a work of art, like he’s in awe of every breath you take. Eyes locked on yours, he kisses his way from your knee to the juncture of your hip and thigh, then lets you watch as his tongue darts out from his lips and laves over your soft mound. You tense, shivering, and nudge your hips just a little closer to his lips.

“Oh, good girl,” he groans as if your eagerness is bringing him pleasure. He rewards you, then, with a languid lip up your folds, another groan, and a muffled murmur of, “Look how you squeeze me when I praise you, baby. Fuck, just like that; just like that. Wanna feel you nice and tight, can you do that for me?”

JASON TODD 💋 Scandal in Spring by Lisa Kleypas

“I’m here,” Jason murmurs near your ear, lifting his lips only as high as is necessary to whisper to you. In a second, his mouth is on you again, kissing down your jaw and throat until his face is buried where your neck and shoulder meet. In one swift, light motion, he tugs your shirt down so he can mouth over your skin, and your heart begins to race.

Because, just a few hours ago, you were under the impression he was dead.

Equal parts astonished and worried, you brush your hands over the angry bruises purpling on his skin. You don’t know what to say except, “Please be real.”

“I’m real,” he instantly replies in a shaking voice, kissing down your chest until he reaches the point of a nipple and sucks it into his mouth. Warmth blooms where his lips meet your skin, and you know for certain that this can’t be a dream; your imagination has never been so vivid.

“I’m real,” he repeats. “Feel me.”

“But you’re covered in cuts—”

His eyes, glinting in the moonlight that streams through your window, dart up to your face. He looks at you the same way you look at him: as if you’re newly aware of how lucky the two of you are.

“They don’t matter,” he promises. He takes your chin in one of his hands, and you feel his fingers—rough with scars, freezing cold—as they slide toward your neck. “You’re all that matters, baby. I’m not going anywhere without you, understand?”

TIM DRAKE 💋 Devil’s Daughter by Lisa Kleypas

“Oh fuck,” Tim murmurs behind you. At first, you think it’s in ecstasy, given the fact that he has you bent over a low bookshelf with his cock shoved mercilessly in your cunt.

But then he repeats himself, and you turn your head—but you can only catch a glimpse of how his lips are pressed tightly together. “What’s wrong?”

He huffs out a self-conscious laugh. “Do you have any tissues?”

Huh? “No, I don’t think so—”

“I forgot,” he declares around the thick lump of embarrassment of his throat, while letting his head unceremoniously fall on your shoulder, “a condom.”

“Oh,” you say, and then you start to laugh. Here you are, having sex where you definitely shouldn’t be—in a private study room in the library—and of course this happens. It’s too funny. Perfect, even.

“That’s okay,” you assure him before you wriggle and turn in his arms. With gentle hands, you touch his hips and nudge him backwards; now, he’s the one against the wall instead of you, and you smile up at him while you drop to your knees. Biting your lip, batting your eyelashes, you have the perfect solution in mind.

All his mortification goes up in a puff of smoke when you take his cock—so pretty, pink-tipped and bobbing against his thigh—in one of your very capable hands. Leaning forward, you kiss up the shaft until your nose meets coarse, intimate hair; then, you kiss down again and wrap your lips around him, drawing precum and a soft moan out of him with your first curious, teasing suck.

DAMIAN WAYNE 💋 Widow in Emerald by Scarlett Peckham

You don’t know him, but that makes it better. You’re blindfolded before he ever enters the room, and his hands are cool to the touch and efficient in every movement as he binds your wrists to the four-poster bed. 

He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t kiss you. That’s the arrangement you have: you place your trust in this stranger as a means of learning how your body finds release. He, for whatever reason, wants to make music out of your whimpers and moans.

His weight shifts, and you feel him slide in between your thighs. His fingers spread atop your bare chest, and you marvel at how big his hands must be for his thumb to reach one nipple while his little finger grazes the other. He puts just a hint of pressure on your sternum, then drags his hand down your stomach until his palm cups your sex.

Cold. His fingers are cold as ice, and you wonder if he’s just like that, or if he did something to his hands before his time alone with you.

With a flick of what feels like a sturdy yet nimble wrist, two fingers spread your folds, gathering your beginning wetness and exposing you to the air of the room—no, that’s his breath, and you feel the sensation of menthol when he breathes a sigh against your clit. Those same two fingers slip into you now, and you shakily sigh. The pace of his breaths becomes your own as he sends waves of pleasure through you, fingers moving in and out in a slow rhythm that draws a veil between who you are outside this room and who you’re meant to be within it.