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yintous · 23 days ago

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party 4 u

❪ masterlist ❫ · out of character (or not) things the batboys did while being head over heels for you ⸝⸝⸝ crackfic ノ situationship hcs

🗒️ not proofread, more content under the cut ; VERY SATIRE. inspired by my sweeter than honey work and stupid things i did for my ex-situationship

DICK GRAYSON

wholeheartedly cussed out a barista inside his head when he saw them subtly flirting with you at the cashier

when his jealousy is mild he’s like “oh my god. i hope they slip on a drink and ruin that stupidly clean apron.” or “i can make a better latte! (name) just hasn’t seen it yet 🙄”

and he actually did learn how to make a better latte—that resulted in you visiting his apartment for morning coffee (when you went home he turned to the sky and absorbed the sunlight. eyes closed and everything out of pure gratitude)

started journaling whenever he got impulsively jealous and frustrated over the unlabeled relationship and somehow it always ends up being a love letter to you???

when he senses your presence, he gives himself five seconds to fix his hair and practice a charming smile before facing you 😭😭😭 atp it’s a habit he can never get rid of

you once saw him smiling weirdly at a mirror when he thought you weren’t looking (he was trying to see what the best smile was…..literally scrolled abt the types of smiles people have before it all) and you had to resist the urge to outright giggle

JASON TODD

listened to radiohead’s whole discography when he first got jealous while glaring at his ceiling, arms crossed and everything

his brooding got ruined when his earphones started glitching and he had to hold one of them at a specific angle so both of them would have audio

brushes his bangs back whenever he sighs at the thought of you (you literally cannot leave his brain). he brushed his hair back so often you thought he suddenly started liking slickbacks

scrolled through a comment section full of people that were ranting abt the annoying stuff their partners do and made a vow to himself to never do the things mentioned to you

goons CANNOT get away from him when he’s having a day wherein he got jealous over someone else flirting with you 😭 and after allat beating up and shooting the said goons, he acts like nothing happened

as in he literally texts you a “good evening” text and asked if you were free for dinner (it was two am)

TIM DRAKE

he felt like he was in a bad romcom. desperate times call for desperate measures i fear 💔 tried to analyze your body language to somehow read your mind/feelings toward him (he got 0 sleep that day)

wasn’t a believer in astrology but proceeded to analyze his and your birth chart to see if you guys would fit (he somehow found your documents)

tried the “triangle method” on you where he looks to your left eye, then your right, then to your lips—and was genuinely confused when YOU looked confused

you overheard him ranting to himself about your situationship. he was putting a lot of emotion into it

(sometimes he literally mumbles in ANGER abt it when he sleeps)

tried to deepen his voice around you (esp during the times where you two banter) but it did nothing but make the mood awkward (grew the habit of sending vms instead of text messages while deepening his voice bc he thought it’ll make you like him more)

DUKE THOMAS

bit a little too hard on your bottom lip while kissing you

he could’ve sworn he saw the grim reaper because of how embarrassed he was when he heard your noise of pain LIKE 💔💔 every time he closes his eyes, he sees it happening again

like jason, his charger instead of his earphones broke while texting you so he had to angle his phone a certain way while trying to keep up a convo with you

to make it even worse, it was overheating and all too 🥀🥀🥀 in the back of his mind he could already see the image of his phone exploding right in front of him but he still didn’t gaf and continued texting you

was lowkey obsessed with your perfume and hated the push-and-pull situationship thing so when you were away from him, he went on a whole perfume hunt

and the salespeople who assisted him were so?? confused?? because of how specific his description was??? and the description felt targeted to a certain someone instead of it being about an actual perfume??

DAMIAN WAYNE

dedicates every art he’s consumed to you OR gets inspired by said art to create something similar to the media that was presented to him

once wrote a romeo and juliet piece but it was yours and his version of it with no death or wtv (he made one of the lines from the story his wallpaper)

made a 100 excuses about needing to learn body anatomy so you’d get the hint and FINALLY let him use your appearance to study anatomy (he needed an excuse to look at you more without getting teased)

overheard that you liked ear piercings on guys so he pierced himself while half asleep in his bathroom

he would’ve regretted it if he didn’t catch your eyes wandering to the new piercing the morning after

impulsively carved your name on his sword and he is NOT hearing the end of it from his family at all

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mixingandmelting · 22 days ago

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Cute Aggression

Summary: when he's jealous but gets the cute aggression because you're suddenly being cute

Dick:

He blankly stares at the wall across from him.

The plan was for him to full out sulk. Mope and stay grumpy in bed to make a point that your very attention-needy boyfriend was deprived of your attention because you were giving it to someone else. Typically, you would get exasperated, probe what’s wrong, and then he would have it his way in getting completely spoiled by you to make it up to him.

This time, though, you crawled under the blankets, poked your head from underneath and in front of his face, and pecked his cheek.

“…Are you still mad at me?” You shyly looked up at him with fusty cheeks. He simply blinks.

“So. Damn. Cute.” He grits out under his breath, ignoring your muffled outraged cries as he squeezes your blanket covered form.

Just remembering what had happened and led to him rolling you up head to toe in the blanket makes him want to squish you for the rest of night. Yell to the world you’re the cutest being in the universe.

“I can’t breathe , Dick!” Or that’s what he thinks you say when you start patting him on his chest (more like your feeble attempts to smack him if not for your arms restricted by fabric)..

“No.” Throwing a leg over yours, he decides holding you like this will be how he gets back at you for making him jealous while making him have cute aggression.

Jason:

There’s not a single drop of shame in him, waddling out the bar with you literally inside his jacket as he glared at anyone who gave you both an odd look.

You were his and he was yours. Nothing hard or complicated, right? Wrong. It seems like there are some people who can’t get a hint. And as much as he loves you, there are times you don’t realize you’re getting hit on. This time, right in front of him.

At first, he was outright brooding. Slouching in his seat next to you and close to shattering the glass in his hand with his grip.

“Jason… You okay?” Head slightly tilted, eyes wide probably from worry and confusion about his sudden bad mood. Both of your hands on his arm and gently squeezing it.

It’s the alcohol talking when the urge to break a table or punch the wall next to him returns. You were so adorable. Absolutely adorable.

There was nowhere to hide you in case someone decided to snatch you for your cuteness other than the space between the bar and his legs and he wasn’t about to have you sit on the floor. So in his jacket you go, doing the job of giving the sign you’re quite literally taken.

“Jason, I’m too warm…”

“Too bad.” He zips up his jacket.

He’s not taking any chances of letting anyone else notice you’re too cute for your own good.

Tim:

Everyone says out of the two of you, you’re the clingy one. Not once suspecting it was him as he clings on you from behind like a koala.

Him being grouchy had nothing to do with the statement you made coming back from a gala. So what if he’s smaller than the average male? He’s always been a brains-over-brawn guy anyways. that’s why he wasn’t bothered by your passing comment about some tall guy’s height from the gala the two of you had attended whatsoever.

It was also NOT the reason for his lips and cheeks to puff out as he cleared another level in his Freakazoid game on the couch, ignoring the shuffling next to him or acknowledging you sitting next to him.

“Tim…? I love you…” A few minutes into the level you said that, Your voice soft and gentle as you leaned forward to try and make eye contact with him.

He nearly broke the controller in his hands and, instead, ended up covering his face with them out of self restraint. The very self restraint that breaks when you repeat it thinking he didn’t hear you which led him to pull you into his lap and start hugging the life out of you.

“Why are you so cute?” He grumbles into your shoulder, his grip around your waist tightening.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Nope, you don’t get to know. He doesn’t need you thinking he’s moody over something petty and teasing him for it.

Duke:

He sits next to you on the bench quietly, face completely flushed for one to many reasons.

It started with him being in a mood, kicking a pebble that happened to be near his foot while keeping his head low. He knows that the person you won’t stop talking about is just a friend but still, a part of him wonders if you talk about him as much as you talk about your friend with others.

And really, he’s aware he’s not good at hiding his emotions. Legit, he’s frank about pretty much anything and never thought much about needing to keep his thoughts to himself. Meaning, he knew and felt guilty that you’d pick up on it. Just not in the way you decided to approach.

“But Duke, you’re still my number one.” In the midst of you talking about the other, you suddenly wrapped your arms around one of his with a smile brighter than the sun.

On the spot, he lit up. Literally, like a light bulb, your words being the switch for his powers to turn on. Embarrassment doesn’t even cover how he felt, all of a sudden glowing in the middle of sidewalk from being caught off guard how cute you were being.

“…Well, that’s one way of saying you lightened up.” He gives you a half-hearted glare, not at all amused by your pun but unable to make fuss as your eyes twinkle so prettily.

Damian:

One hand gripping yours, anyone who glances at you he hisses and glares at.

The last thing he needs is for anyone else to get the wrong idea that he and you are “just friends” like that one guy earlier, who wouldn’t stop talking to you. And this was despite you pushing the word BOYfriend without a space in between while other twists it as “BOY friend”.

Since then, he’s been extra snarky, snipping, and laying the sarcasm thick. Clicking his tongue nonstop whenever he remembers the whole thing.

He even decided to get back at the other, give a surprise visit tonight (all behind your back of course; he doesn’t need another session of nagging by you or his family) while continue being, what you consider as, “annoying” as his way of telling you to give all your attention to him for one whole week. Well, almost.

“Can’t believe he won’t accept it when you’re my boyfriend. Right, Damian?” Fingers tangling with his, you flopped your head onto his shoulder while looking up at him with a pout.

It was at that moment he realized what “cute aggression” meant, his face burning and clenching his fists to stop himself from punching the tree next to the two of you.

“Damian, you can let go now-” He ends up stopping you by giving your hand an extra squeeze, the temperature in his cheeks now a degree higher as he’s unable to find it in himself to vocalize he didn’t want to.

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yuwuta · 6 months ago

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there’s a right and a wrong way to hold hands. you know this, because whenever katsuki extends his hand and you cup his in return, he frowns and releases tiny explosions from his palm—not big or intense enough to hurt you, just enough to tickle—until you’re giggling and readjusting your hands so that your fingers are laced together. he huffs to himself and then keeps walking, ignoring the way you tease him about being a romantic, much too focused on the feeling of your thumb is rubbing against the back of his hand, instead.

#he’s soooo picky about little things like that #how you hold hands which side of the sidewalk he’s on which seat he takes at a restaurant #it’s not even a platonic vs romantic position (tho i think if you’re f2l that distinction and pride is part of it)#it’s more so just like. he makes you His Responsibility to hold right and care for right and protect right #and this is how he knows to do that so. it must be done this way #LOVERBOYYYYYYYYY #(he is extra grumpy about it if you’re f2l and now started dating. like he does the silent signals and stuff to switch when ur on the wrong #side or sitting in the wrong seat #but he also vocalizes it with a scoff like ‘m not ur friend anymore hold my hand right’)#katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #bnha x reader #bnha smau #bnha texts #mha smau #mha x reader #💌

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miedei · 3 months ago

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the bau come over to dinner at you and roommate!spencer's apartment and make some observations <3 (aka spencer is sososo used to receiving love from you and they can't wrap their heads around it)

drabbles mlist | roommate!spence fic

The BAU team knows Spencer Reid. They know him to be brilliant, sweet, and kind. They also know him to be excessively clumsy, like a puppy unaware of it's now-long limbs.

They see him flounder in the office, in various police departments. They see him knock over chairs, mugs, stacks of paperwork.

They see it so often, that this sight in front of them is truly alien.

Spencer is moving through the kitchen with practised ease. His hands move without his eyes following them, grabbing and organising little jars on the counter. And, of course, he weaves his way around you, as if his body was crafted to work alongside yours.

Emily and JJ sit on the well-worn sofa, each half-heartedly holding up a conversation as they stare unabashedly through the open kitchen door. Their eyes track him as he passes behind you to get to the sink, softly brushing his hand over your back to let you know that he's there. They watch him handle plump tomatoes with care, washing them under the water with deft fingers as he rambles to you.

It's a strange feeling, to watch him so comfortable. To have never seen him in such a state. The two of them love Spencer, and they know he loves them, but this is something they've never experienced with him. They lock eyes, exchanging small smiles as they settle in to watch further.

Hotch and Derek are arguably the members on the team who have worked the closest with Spencer. From the day Gideon recruited him for the team, they've worked case after case with the younger man. Although they are so close, they've never been able to spend much time at his home, usually opting to gather at Rossi's.

It's a shock to finally see inside his apartment, and see this.

The two stand on the balcony, leaning against the railing as they take in the room beyond the french doors. Spencer has now floated to the cabinets in the living room, calling out softly to you as he attempts to locate the dish you're looking for.

"Is it the flat one we got last weekend? The one with the Delft Blue artwork?"

"No, the one next to it! Same size, but different— Oh, that's it! Thanks, Spence."

They observe as you appear in the doorway, delighted smile spreading over your face as you're presented with said dish. You turn back into the kitchen after planting a peck to Spencer's cheek.

The two profilers watch intently, expecting a flush to creep up Spencer's face any second, but— nothing. He barely acts as if anything is out of sorts.

They look on incredulously as Spencer doesn't cease his chattering, now delving into the history of Delft Blue pottery as he wanders back into the kitchen after you.

The endearing sight of Spencer in his home clues them in. This is his element, here in this apartment, with you. The disconcerting actions don't deter them. Instead, they also wander into the kitchen, playing at getting refills as an excuse to glimpse more.

Penelope is seated across from Spencer, Rossi across from you. The small dining table is barely big enough to fit the eight of you, but no one seems to mind. The surface is overflowing with plates, a seemingly random mish-mash of dishes laid out in front of them.

A record is playing softly, a rendition of Hungarian Dance No.5 melding in with the conversations that float around the room.

Both David and Penelope were just in a heated debate about the taste of scotch (she insists it's disgusting, despite allowing him to refill her glass every time), but their attention has been snagged elsewhere, and neither seem to be in the mood to look away.

Across the table, two heads huddle in closely. Spencer is angled towards you, his hands coming out to grasp your cutlery, and repositioning them repeatedly around your plate.

"...and if you place your knife horizontally, then your fork with the tines pointing to the top of the plate and the base of the knife, that means you don't want to engage in the conversation. A Victorian noble would never say it out loud, so they signalled instead."

Spencer is leaning into you without a care in the world, his entire body focused solely on his demonstration. He bends at the neck, bringing his face closer to yours as he shifts the cutlery again.

Rossi can't help but elbow Penelope, gesturing to your face when she looks at him questioningly.

Your eyes flicker from the plate to Spencer's eyes, wholly captivated by his words and movements. The lack of space between the two of you doesn't seem to register, or you don't care about it. Instead, you're listening carefully, interjecting with soft questions as he cycles through multiple iterations of cutlery placement.

The two of them can't seem to tear their eyes away from the domestic little scene. You are comfortable, not bothered by anything as the pair of you reside in your little bubble.

Penelope can't help but grip Rossi's arm when you reach a hand to brush a lock of hair away from Spencer's eyes, but he doesn't miss a beat. The sight in front of them is evidently commonplace, unremarkable to either of you.

It's run of the mill, comfortable and intimate. But not for a pair of roommates. Something else.

#read a very interesting article about victorian era cutlery signals and suddenly got the urge to write #my fav tropes roommate!spencer and bau team fic <3 #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x fem!reader #roommate!spencer #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #mie writes #spencer.r #criminal minds #criminal minds fic

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ramen-flavored · 9 months ago

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my dude is getting Barbie Dolls and a Star

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thewritingfairy · 1 month ago

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↪ 15. The beginning of the end

PREV PART trigger warnings: (threatened) violence, (past, kinda) medical + physical + emotional neglect, mentions of drugging, anger, the start of yandere behaviour, delusional behaviour, swearing, tell me if I missed any! main m.list series m.list

Jason is going to do something he’ll regret, and this time Dick feels no reason to hold him back. After your little stunt of just leaving to your friends house for a week, without a phone, and ignoring Damian at school Dick feels no reason to make shit easier for you. Perhaps he’s feeling petty, disregarded like a piece of trash. But then again, isn’t he just that?

In the week you had left Bruce had found your medication stash, and instead of taking it like he predicted he would he sabotaged it. Adding a little bit of drugs that’s meant to make you sleepy enough that you’ll need more help, at least that’s what he told Dick. He doesn’t know if he believes his adoptive father, it’s clear he’s spiralling.

Dick remembers your mama, he remembers her warmth, how she saw through his disguise and how she helped him with grieving Jason. Gods, she was an angel descended down to earth to leave too soon. It makes him think of how similar your future fate might be to your mother’s, it makes him question Barbara if she knew what he could do to bond with you further, but no one but Duke knows and he made it clear he’s not on their side. He likes to think your mama would have sided with them, would have given them the grace you refuse to give. She wouldn’t, she would curse them all to a crueller fate the Joker had given Jason.

But your pills isn’t something that enraged Jason. No, he found that it was quite a good idea. It was your blatant disregard for their feelings, to a degree Dick could understand why you disregard them but he won’t lie and say it doesn’t hurt.

So here he is, with Jason waiting for a few of your friends ready to threaten them. At least he convinced Jason to not go as Red Hood, isn’t he so kind?

Now, there is no time to get distracted, your friends will pick you up at work tonight and they need the fear of your brothers in them.

“I’m so excited for (Name) and Maria,” Francis says to Willow, grinning ear from ear. Oh perhaps the brothers will listen tot his for a short moment. “they finally picked an act for the talent-show.”

“About damn time,” Willow agrees, grinning just as big. “oh and I cannot wait to see that Damian’s face, he’s going to be so surprised that (Name) is even participating!”

Okay, now they’ve heard enough.

“Excuse me,” Dick greets them with his award winning smile (no really, he won awards). “could we have a moment of your time?”

Willow and Francis look at each other and pulled a disgusted face, a face that pissed Jason off enough to grab Francis’ collar. “We shouldn’t be polite to these little fucks,” he hisses as he drags Francis in an alley, something that makes Willow follow immediately. And by the look in her face she was about to kick Jason in the fucking nuts. “they need to be learned a lesson-”

“Get your hands off my fucking brother, you sibling beating bitch!” She shouts, kicking Jason in the side but it does nothing. The kick was like a little tickle and Jason laughs at how pathetic it is. Truly, (Name) you want these pathetic little fucks protecting you?

Dick tsked and forced Willow to stand in a corner with her brother who looks suspicious. “We don’t want to fight,” he says, but it’s a clear lie. And when he saw Willow’s deadpan he gave her a smile that Willow could only describe as crazed. “yet.”

At least Francis has the sense to attempt to protect his little sister, but all Jason could think about was smashing his head in the wall for filling you with thoughts of leaving. For giving you the confidence to act like a bitch (what they don’t know is that this won’t intimidate Francis and Willow, no, they’ll tell you all about it and whatever you do. Don’t worry they’ll stand by your side). “Don’t glare you little shit,” Jason hisses at Francis. “you have no right, who the fuck do you guys think you are?!”

Willow scoffs; “Maybe we need some context to two strangers pulling us in an alley and clearly having a fucking issue with us!”

She knows who they are, Dick is sure of it. She has to.

“Because all I see is two insecure men that can’t believe their little sibling is fucking awesome and no longer needs them!” She shouts, and now it hits him. Willow doesn’t see them as Dick and Jason, no. Simply as two poor brothers. “And now you are fucking intimidating us?!”

Well turns out Jason has less self-control then Dick remembers, because now it was Willow’s head who was smashed into a wall. Blood dripping down her face, and for a second Dick has a moment of clarity. What the fuck are they doing? They are meant to protect civilians, yet here they are smashing a small girls head in a wall. Francis makes a sound of surprise and quickly pulls Willow to his side, his eyes wide as he spoke; “You know at first I couldn’t believe (Name) that the Wayne’s are such pieces of shit. But now I know that’s even too kind.”

Dick chuckles. “As if anyone would believe you if you were to tell them what happened then and now,” Francis smirks as if he knows something Dick and Jason don’t, which he’ll ignore for now. “so run along and see this a warning. Stop corrupting (Name), or this won’t be the last of this.”

“Even without us,” Willow starts, slurring her words a bit. Jason still frozen in shock of what he just did and the fact that Dick didn’t stop him. “they would have ‘turned’ against you, you neglectful motherfuckers.”

With that the two they left, not knowing what storm was coming when (Name) comes home.

BAD ENDING 0.16 NEXT PART (main story) As the titel says, it's the beginning of the end! I know it hasn't gotten all too bad yet but from this chapter forward I will be going 2 ways, a bad ending and a good ending. Idk yet how many chapters they will each get, but basically the bad ending means that the batfam gets their preffered ending (with a few hiccups) and the good ending means you'll get an escape ending which will be ‘the main story’ because the good ending takes a different path than the bad ending. And the bad ending is more extreme so I'll make a seperate masterlist for the chapters for that and a seperate taglist.

taglist:@prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue, @bunniotomia, @devotedlyshamelessdetective, @princessbonnie-bell, @seemee3, @pix-stuff, @venomsvl, @amber-content, @stove-top96, @frank-vanderboom, @leeiasure, @1abi, @shadowytravelerlover, @chericia, @lithiumval, @lingxio, @cssammyyarts, @marsmabe, @foolishseven, @kore-of-the-underworld, @bunbunboysworld, @homeless-clown, @miashico, @alwaysholymilkshake, @1cxndy, @kittzu, @rtyuy1346, @exactlynumberonekryptonite, @hopingtoclearmedschool, @artistwithcreativeburnout, @alishii, @vanessa-boo, @holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni, @91-kya, @ryuushou, @jjsmeowthie, @justthere1956, @depressed--therapist, @xzmickeyzx, @cheappremingerfromdelululand, @plsfckmedxddy, @itsberrydreemurstuff, @trashlaternfish360, @leogf, @dirtydiavolo, @lilyalone, @welpthisisboring, @kenman00001, @nxdxsworld, @icefox8155, @ironsaladwitch, @holderoflostmemories, @asillysimp, @wisefuncherryblossom, @eyeless-kun, @marina27826, @muggleloveralways, @ironsaladwitch, @shyenemyperson, @iamaunknownsecret

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leafwateraddict · 8 months ago

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When you do the math problem wrong but still somehow manage to find the solution…

Was supposed to be my submission for @sansxyouweek Day 2: Act to Flirt but turned into a whole comic 💀 (i mean. I guess it still counts?)

#sans ability to read faces is so hilarious to me because he would clock how unaware i am of things IMMEDIATELY #the mixed signals on me would drive him crazy 😭#im sorry im so dense bbgirl #sansxyouweek2024 #sans x reader #sans x self insert #sans x you #oc x canon #sans #leafs art

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beanxiv · 24 days ago

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˗ˏˋ 📖 ─── BETWEEN THE LINES .ᐟ ˎˊ˗

batboys x fem!reader . . you love reading and he loves you

note: first dc smau !!!! i promise i'll drop the damian fic soon, i just finished this a little faster, ...low-key scared to post this btw ✪ layout is inspired by my lovely mootie @yintous ! (sorry for the tag 😓) i highly recommend giving her blog a huge follow because her work is so yummy content: suggestive, my damian favoritism shows, honestly self-indulgent bc i wish i had a bf to yap about books to, spoilers for the wicked king in damian's !!!!!!! use of petnames, typos that I try to pretend were on purpose, arabic translation: hayati (my fav petname ever) = my life [main masterlist] . [dc masterlist]

©beanxiv do not plagiarize, translate, repost, or feed into ai.

─── reblogs with tags are much appreciated 💝

#beanxiv writes #dc x reader #dc comics x reader #dc comics #dcu #dcu x reader #damian wayne #damian al ghul #damian wayne x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #tim drake x reader #duke thomas x reader #nightwing x reader #robin x reader #red hood x reader #red robin x reader #signal x reader

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seleneprince · 2 months ago

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(Fake) Incorrect Quotes Catgirl au (featuring The Signal)

Duke: "Since you're the next Catwoman now, I have a question."

Catgirl: "I'm not fooling around with the next Batman."

Duke: "...I was going to ask if you're going to join the Sirens too, but that's also good to know."

Catgirl: "........"

Duke: "But really? Nothing at all? I mean, having a sexually charged situationship with a vigilante is part of the role—"

Catgirl: "I'm going to stab your neck with my heels."

Catgirl: "Well, this is a nice change of scenery."

Duke: "This is a prison."

Catgirl: "I was being sarcastic."

Duke: "........."

Catgirl: ".........."

Duke: "So, should we call anyone?"

Catgirl: "Usually I would call Selina or my Ma but I feel safer here."

(In an argument after getting caught in a heist)

Catgirl: "Oh, fuck you, you asshole."

Red Robin: "Later. Now listen here, you little—"

Duke: "I'm sorry WHAT?"

Duke: "That's the craziest and most reckless idea I've ever heard."

Catgirl: "...So, you're in?"

Duke: "Of course I'm in."

Catgirl: "Is there a particular reason why you always have to go behind me?"

Red Robin: "To make sure you don't run off and do something stupid."

Catgirl: "Aww, that's almost sweet of you."

(Later)

Catgirl: "He's staring at my ass, isn't he?"

Duke: "I swear, he doesn't even blink."

Catgirl: "I'm not really a thief. I just enjoy interior design and helping people decorate their houses."

Batman: "You emptied a whole vault and left a pepper bomb inside."

Catgirl: "I was redecorating it. The money didn't fit the aesthetic of the vault."

Duke: "Should I ask why you have a taser in your purse?"

Catgirl: "It's an electrified wip, actually. And no, you shouldn't."

Catwoman: *proud auntie noises*

Batman: "You promised to stop doing this."

Catwoman: "No, you said 'Don't let me catch you doing this again'. No one promised anything."

Catgirl: "And we haven't let you catch us again since then, so technically, we're following the rules."

Catwoman: "Let's say, hypothetically, your daughter got into some major legal trouble with a powerful person while she was assisting me. What would you do?"

Mrs Wayne: "Well, I’d kill you and feed you to my dogs. Hypothetically."

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starvoiddream · 2 months ago

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Bruce, delirious on pain meds: I hate to tell you this, but one of you was adopted.

Dick:

Jason:

Cass:

Tim:

Duke:

Damian:

Bat!sib: I bet it was Damian.

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petalbcrnes · 24 days ago

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ㅤ𓈒ㅤ୭ৎ 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝅄 . 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 ۪ ⠀ׂㅤ. ͡꒱

⤷ 💿 ﹒ living together for the first time w/ the batboys !!

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yintous · 1 month ago

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💭 thinking about waking up next to the batboys in the morning ｡｡｡ [masterlist]

notes. not proofread, more content under the cut, lowk cheesy, written in second pov, the only thing my writer’s block allowed me to finish 😭

Night and morning, DICK GRAYSON is all over you, his acts devoid of shame. His hair, his limbs, his everything, are wrapped against you. He is shamelessly generous with his physical affection and gives you his utmost attention, asleep or awake.

His subconscious refuses to let you get away from him, ever.

Waking him up is surprisingly easy because one move away from him results in his leg wrapping even tighter around your hips while a subtle whine falls from his lips. He would only let you go if you told him you needed to pee.

However, that does not mean his patience would magically grow. No, he will stand outside the bathroom door, so he would be able to droop his figure over you again once you were done with your business.

Once the sun rises and the curtains radiate a light that makes your eyes squint in retaliation, it will be the same— an endless cycle of his displayed devotion and adoration for you. As long as the pair of hands that are waking him up is yours, DICK'S smile will effortlessly ghost upon his lips before he kisses you; a morning without a kiss, he insists, is a form of torture.

Plus, the smell of your shampoo and the soothing note of your voice are enough to convince him that he is still asleep, helplessly indulging in a sweet dream; he is just a weak man, at least for you, who is he to deny such a glorious opportunity?

JASON TODD, like his older brother, is easy to wake up. A whisper or a slight movement is enough to make his eyes open involuntarily; it’s likely muscle memory.

Unbeknownst to him, he slightly drools in his sleep, leaving a dry trail on his cheek by the time he wakes up, right next to one of the scars on his face.

The confused and slightly dazed expression on his face is as endearing as it is absurd. Despite spending many mornings with you, his brain sometimes struggles to register that you are truly his.

Just as your hand caresses his cheek, he instinctively hovers his palm over yours, momentarily thinking of you as a potential threat. But then the sight of you softens him; his thumb gently brushes against your hand, and his lips press to your palm.

Normalcy can be elusive for him—he is acutely aware of that. Yet cooking breakfast with you, combined with your irresistible smile, makes him feel like an ordinary man. With you by his side, the day suddenly doesn’t seem so dreadful to seize.

Waking up next to TIM DRAKE doesn’t always mean waking up on a soft mattress, especially if you indulge in his tendency to nap anywhere at any hour. There are numerous places you might find yourself waking up: a mattress, a couch, the stools near the counters, or even on a random rooftop.

The one constant, however, is the sight of your boyfriend actively trying to pull you closer in his sleep, even when you’re already as close as you could be. His subconscious leads him to hold you as tightly as possible—one might think he’s having a nightmare.

But no, he simply enjoys holding you.

Waking him up feels like pulling teeth. He is definitely not the type to rise early and make breakfast with you; he is the complete opposite of a morning person. Without hesitation, he will drag you back into bed when you attempt to get up, eager for a few more moments of rest with you.

If you persist in waking him up, he may reluctantly comply—on the condition that his fingers can thread through your hair while you shower him with kisses on his face. In those moments, mornings don’t seem so bad to him, and he will consume your love for breakfast.

DUKE THOMAS wakes you up with morning kisses. He makes it his mission to rise before you, the early morning light casting a warm glow in the room, ensuring that your day begins wrapped in the love that flows so effortlessly from his heart.

His love is a rare treasure, so pure that it's the kind of longing poets can only dream of capturing in their sonnets.

He mutters your name with utmost care, as if it's a sacred incantation, kneading away the tension in your muscles with the hands of a delicate lover; a gentle touch enchanted with an intimacy that speaks of years shared.

It isn't long before the tantalizing aroma of breakfast wafts through the air, drawing your attention to the small tray perched on the bedside table.

Your heart swells as you take in the sight—each item perfectly arranged, your favorite breakfast lovingly prepared with attention to every little detail. From the fluffy pancakes dusted with powdered sugar to the perfectly brewed coffee, it’s clear that DUKE has poured his heart into every aspect of this morning ritual, just as he pours his heart into your life.

Each meal together is another chapter in your love story, written one delicious bite at a time.

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mixingandmelting · 2 months ago

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I loved your posts about how the batboys act when they’re crushing on the reader, and I was wondering if you had any hcs on any questionable habits they’d have when crushing on the reader. I’d imagine bc it’s Gotham city and it’s dangerous they’d be quite protective they’d probably know what route you take to work, when you get home, etc. or really just anything else stupid or weird they’d do if they liked you 😂

Dick: Surprise

Up from where he’s perched on the roof, he coos at seeing your eyes snap right then to left.

“Just a step closer to the street lamp…” He mumbles, his patience already running thin in anticipation and excitement. And, bingo, you’re right where he wants you.

Pressing send on his phone, he quietly jumps down and lands right behind you as you stand there, checking the text you just received.

“What does he want now?” You grumble your breath, not all realizing the head that leans over your shoulder and stays right next to your ear.

“Who wants what now?”

“Eek!”

For a minute, it’s silent. Your face beet red with a hand covering your mouth. His eyes on you in disbelief. Then:

“Pfft-“

He bursts out laughing, laughing even harder when you smack his arm and tell him to shut up.

“Dick!”

“That’s my name.” He quickly tilts his head, dodging your fist.

It can’t be helped, him teasing you like this. He’s a vigilante in love, head over heels for you to where he changed his patrol route so it would be timed when you leave work and he could follow you around with the excuse that he’s doing his job whenever he gets caught by you. Surprise attacks? He tells you it’s his way of making sure you have your guard up when it’s actually a small bonus for himself since your reactions always manage to send warmth and happiness down his spine, knowing your attention is on him.

Also how else would he be able to spend more time with you on a daily basis?

Jason: Weaponry

Same time, same place. He blankly stands in front of the glass shelf, mentally debating what to get you.

He’s been playing bodyguard, walking you from work to your place every night (sometimes following you when he’s being Red Hood but you didn’t need to know that) only to find out up to earlier today, you were walking in the city with the highest crime rate in the dead night and unarmed.

“Do you even know any self defense? Own self-defense?”

“No…? Why would I?” The urge to facepalm felt so real, questions on how you got it this far in his mind.

“Have you… ever considered…?”

“Why when I have you?”

…Fuck.

He rubs his face with hand, trying to smother out the flames blazing under his cheek. Whether it was intentional or not, he hasn’t figured out yet. What he does know is that you’re so smooth and cheeky, mostly likely unaware how the simplest things you do can affect him so much. Precious and so darn cute that it becomes another reason for him to worry about you from the desire of needing to protect you and your adorableness in case anyone else were to notice and snatch you away because of it.

The shopkeeper's bell rings and his hand holds a plastic bag for a change when he exits the store. A pepper spray, a switchblade - some beginner friendly stuff. He was on the fence with the personal alarm that’s disguised as a keychain considering he already had a tracker on you just in case. But having another one might not be so bad, right?

Tim: Social stalking

“Amateurs.” He snorts to himself, listening to his siblings’ conversation over the coms.

The whole following around the city is such an old classic. GPS tracking with the latest cutting-edge technology? Sure, it’ll help with keeping track, finding places to go and, maybe, where to eat on the next hang out. But the real way to do things is to do what he does: follow every social.

Snapchat, Facebook, hell even Pinterest and Tumblr, he follows you on, your socials a cornucopia of your likes and dislikes whether it’s current or in the past. How else would he have known to get you Elden Ring or that one hoodie you’ve been eyeing the past few days? Also, did you really think it was a coincidence that he’d bring up going to that one new bakery last week during the time you suddenly craved for baked goods?

The best part about it is how he’s still connected to you even when he’s not physically there and can’t text you. Reading and liking every post you make about your day fills his heart, saving any photo you take on to his phone with a dopey smile especially if it’s of you. You’re just a button away rather than miles, making him think about you constantly.

So he mutes everyone on his end and goes back to the problem at hand, that is figuring out how to become mutuals. After all, you don’t know that he knows and follows you. But he really wants to comment on your posts, especially on the latest featuring you in a Red Robin hoodie while fanning over it in the caption.

Duke: Light fluctuation

Small orbs of light surround the two of you as you both walk through Gotham Park on a summer night.

“Woah, look at all these fireflies! I think it’s the most I’ve seen so far!” Your eyes sparkle, smiling with childish glee and excitement.

“Y-yeah, it sure does…”

Mentally, he screams. He’s sweating bullets, begging everything in the universe that you didn’t hear his voice crack.

It became a thing now where every time he’s with you, he’d subconsciously emote through his powers. Just the other day, he had to distract you from looking down at your shadow because there were heart-shaped shadows surrounding yours. Last week was worse. He was on patrol, saw you, and started glowing like a glow-stick. A fucking glow-stick. The only saving grace for that incident was the sun coincidentally shining behind him when he waved at you though he didn’t appreciate the texts he got in the group chat asking why he was emitting light brighter than said star.

Now there’s this, his powers completely filling the park. At least there are actual fireflies blinking here and there in between but he’s pretty sure ninety-percent of those lights are from him.

seeing you haven’t suspected anything, he starts to unwind and enjoy the walk. Until his phone vibrates.

A hand over his face, he groans when it’s a text from Bruce, annoyance turned into horror at the news clip his mentor has sent him asking if he knew anything about the light-dome phenomenon that’s occurring.

“Duke, you good…? You don’t look great…”

“Just peachy.” His voice pitched, struggling to suppress his tears of despair.

Damian: Following around

He refuses to be slandered by Drake. Unlike the other who failed to trick his team members with a stupid disguise (like seriously, the best name he could make up was Mr. Sarcastic?), he was able to follow the son of Superman undetected by acting as the latter’s substitute teacher AND bus driver

Also, the older male does realize they do this all the time regardless of civilians or criminals alike, right? It’s nothing much different to that. If anything , it’s killing two birds with one stone where he’s able to observe you while being available to protect you if anything were to happen by following you around.

It can’t be helped, when, in his opinion, you’re not aware of your surroundings. It’s one thing for you to not realize that he likes you but it's another when One too many times, there would be someone getting too touchy with you for his liking leading him to have to them away.

Hence the current situation where he’s leaning against a tree and putting away the mini sketchpad with another completed sketch of you in it.

“What’s so great about that book anyways?” He grumbles as he watches you read the same book the fifth time this week at the stump of the same tree he’s on.

He startles when you suddenly snap the book close.

“Da- Robin, I know you’re in the tree.”

“Tt.”

Dammit. He got caught again. With that, he jumps down while preparing to face your annoyance. At least you’re thinking this is the first time, neither denying or confirming how many times he’s done it so far.

#dick grayson #nightwing #dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #jason todd #red hood #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #tim drake #tim drake x reader #red robin dc #red robin x reader #duke thomas #dc signal #duke thomas x reader #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne

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msfantasy-comics · 2 months ago

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Head [18+]

Batboys x Reader

Request: Giving mind blowing head to the Batboys

Warning: Smut

Bruce Wayne

The birds sing in celebration of the rising sun

as the morning dew glistens off the green grass.

The crisp air is keeping most at bay in their warm welcoming beds. But whilst most were snuggling up in their nests of blankets.

Your husbands hands tangle in your hair, gentling pulling the stands in pure bliss as he groans out at the feeling of your mouth pulling his soul from his cock.

You’ve performed fellatio on your beloved husband hundreds if not thousands of times by now.

And each time, the act is still as mind blowing as the last.

Your bouncing head draws all nerves towards his groin as all of his senses turn off. Only to feel how your tongue seems to dart, lick and massage at all sensitive nerve spots.

Finding new ways to have him involuntarily twisting himself like a pretzel despite your wandering hands grazing up and down his firm body.

Bruce believes without a shadow of a doubt that you give the best head.

Dick Grayson

“Dickie? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” You say, to your fiancé as you round the corner. Into your shared living room.

An unusual scowl pressed onto his face.

He raised his arms and crosses them over his chest with a pouty huff, his head turning back to the TV. You walk up behind him, your palms rubbing his shoulders, his tensed shoulders slowly becoming relaxed under your touch.

“I’m still mad at you.” Dick huffs, turning his eyes back to Season 2 of Charmed.

“You were away for 2 weeks and I was dying to know what happened next!” You defend but Dicks eyes widened with an accusatory stare.

“I don’t care about your excuses— you don’t watch OUR show without me!” He retorts, turning back to the TV. With a little humph.

Whilst it was a little endearing to see your big, hunky fiancé carry on like a teenage girl— you really don’t want to deal with his crankiness for the next few hour’s.

“Dickie~” You call out with that voice. Leaning down to his ear your sultry invitation sends shivers down his spine. “How about I make it up to you with that thing you like me doing?” You add suggestively.

Dick snaps his head up to you- his eyes scrutinising your own, as if to reassure your offer is genuine- gauging if he can get as excited as he’s already starting to feel.

His playful voice is gone, replaced with that deep bravado voice that gives you goosebumps. “Come mere’ baby, make it up to me.” He invites, tapping one hand on his lap, and the other hand being extended out for you to hold as you climb over the back of the couch and into his lap.

Dick was never one for being quiet.

But whenever you give him head — he’s screaming singing your praises.

“Uh- baby- just - just like that!” He praises, his loins quivering in pleasure as you roll around his balls in your mouth, sending dull waves of pleasure lapping down his thighs and up his stomach.

His head luls back in bliss, his arm now thrown over his eyes as he wheezes and strains, in ecstasy.

“Uhh— please baby — s-suck me off already.” He groans out as you smirk up at his sprawled out state, not that he could even see you with his head tilted up to the evens speaking praises upon your skill set.

Your antics have barely begun, and your fiancé was already puddy in your hands.

Jason Todd

Well that escalated quickly.

One moment you’re drunkenly slurring your bragging rights as a woman who’s brought men to tears with her skilful tongue.

The next Jason was scoffing at your proclamation, throwing yet another empty beer can over his shoulders into the pile you two are making in the Outcasts hide-out.

“Listen here lil-lady,” Jason hiccups, “All head feels fucking heavenly— yours aren’t special, ya’know that?”

Well, Jason was eating his words now, nothing surpassing his lips were close to co-herent.

Each drag of your head down his cock made his body shiver. Your tongue slithering up and down the underside of his shaft with each drag. Your hollowed out cheeks hugging his sides. Your throat constricting around his tip.

The alcohol making his reaction slow. So when your pace began to pick up, his delayed brain was slammed with endorphins when the sensation of your god-sent mouth begins to suck his soul right from his cock.

He cradles your head as his knees involuntarily jerks up in the air.

Your hands snake around the underside of his thighs, anchoring them back to the ground.

You look up through your lashes. Jason an absolute writhing mess, his head lulling around, you feel the spasm of muscles twitching under your hands until his eyes screw shut.

“Ah Princess, ah baby, ah doll—“ Jason begins to spill through nicknames until his voice cuts off when he spills his essence onto you tongue. His abs clench harshly, causing Jason to curl forward, still cradling your head as he continuously unloads into your moth.

When air finally filters through Jason’s lungs, tears begin to pour out of the crease of his star filled eyes.

Tim Drake

You are the best damn assistant in the whole universe.

Most secretaries organise their bosses days and bring them meals.

Some secretaries went the extra mile to assist on personal life chores to ensure their bosses days run a little bit more smoothly without letting their mind wonder to dwell on personal life chores.

But you really went above and beyond.

You manage everything in Tim’s life.

Your day usually starts with arriving at 6am to Mr. Tim Drake-Wayne’s home to act as a human alarm. Shaking your boss awake and handing him a croissant and coffee as you walk to the bathroom to place his towel, walking to his wardrobe to unzip his dry cleaning for the week and matching cologne, cuff links, watches, belts, suits and shirts for the day.

As soon as he jumps into the shower you collect his hero suit to send off to the Wayne manor for cleaning.

And that’s only the first 10 minute of the day.

But today you’re growing restless as the clock ticks over to 6:56am.

You didn’t need to wake up your boss since he’s already writhing in bed, masturbating.

On one hand you should just stay put and let him come to completion on his own.

On the other hand he has an essential 8:40am meeting at Wayne enterprises and he’s already behind schedule…

It’s not like you be the first secretary to offer a little more than what is office appropriate but after all these years— it honestly wasn’t that much more of an overstep.

“Mr. Drake-Wayne— I’m sorry to interrupt but we really don’t have time—“

“Wait! I’m not decent!” He yells across… as if you didn’t already know that, you’ve had to listen to him for the past 57minutes.

“I’m aware sir, but you really don’t have time for ‘personal’ activities sir…” You say, hearing the growls of frustration. “Would you like a hand?” You offer, but your met back with silence.

“I can’t ask you—“

“You’re not — I’m offering.” You reassure. “Trust me sir — it’ll be a lot quicker if I—“

“Okay.” He agrees quickly, much to your surprise.

You open the door, your familiar form filling the doorway with your red bottom stiletto heels, pencil skirt, and tight top.

“We really must make this quick.” You say, pacing quickly on the bed where Tim is half leaning against the head board, pink tinging his cheeks. You begin to crawl up the centre of his bed, pulling down the blankets that covered him, where his member sprints to life. The tip is a roaring red colour, and his cock looked awfully swollen.

The air is filled with sweat and musk.

You look down at the slit of his shaft, where a pearl of pre-cum collects. You give a few tested strokes as Tim begins to whimper.

“Sir, if you need help, than you can just ask me. Otherwise I can organise a proper escort service to—“

“No!” Tim quips quickly, “I’m fine with your assistance for as long as you care to provide it…” he says to which you nod. Sliding down onto your stomach to provide some kitten licks to the tip, to test the sensitivity.

With how vocal Tim is being, this really won’t take long. Your mouth captures the tip as Tim throws his head back, your left hand moving to capture Tim’s balls to play with as you move your right hand to press just below Tim’s navel, his Ren 4 pressure point.

“Ugh—god—ah—what’re you doing? F-f-feels good!” Tim praises, huge heavy breathes heaving from his chest as your head bobs along his cock, drinking in his cum as he releases down your throat with a cacophony of moans to follow. Tim looks down at you with his blissed out glassy eyes.

He’s never cum that hard or so quickly before.

A sense of dread pulls at his heart strings knowing he shouldn’t have done that, and that he shouldnt repeat this again. But already, he’ll beat off to this memory for years to come.

“Sir — you really have to begin showering now. And please.” You say, crawling off the bed and fixing your skirt. “If you needed help, it’s faster if you just ask me.”

Damian Wayne

This was just meant to be a quick and easy task.

You wanted to drop off some baked goods to the Wayne manor.

Showing up unannounced was out of your character— but hell, it would’ve been rude to not say a quick hello to your best friend Damian Wayne.

Besides, any excuse to see your crush was a good excuse.

But just as you got ready to excitedly knock and see that handsome face, you were taken aback by the sounds that came through the door.

“Ahh~” Damian hisses.

Your face begins to heat up, hearing the familiar wet skin sounds.

“Uh— fuck.” He groans, almost frustrated. You stand stock still, unable to tear yourself away, listening to your crush touch himself. But before you knew it— you were pushing past the door when you unmistakably heard your name roll through the air— followed by a moan. “Oh—shit!” Damian scrambles at your sudden appearance, his mouth opening and closing. For the first time ever Damian Wayne doesn’t have a single word to say.

You couldn’t help but smirk at Damian’s failed attempts at hiding himself.

“I heard my name— I thought you were inviting me in~” You coo, sliding down to your knees in front of Damian’s chair. “Can I help?” You ask.

Where Damian’s skeptical eyes remain narrowed on you. “Don’t you know how to knock?” He scolds, making you click your tongue in annoyance.

“Fine— I’ll just go—“

“I suppose if you insist— you can make it up to me.” Damian concludes, quickly. Receding his hands back to the arm rests of his chair, his head leaning back in relaxation— waiting for you to take matters into your own hands.

And my word— did you.

Because as soon as Damian relinquished control to you, your tongue makes a sudden and abrupt appearance right at the base of his shaft, licking the underside of his shaft until you reach the top, allowing your tongue to swirl the head until you begin to suckle the tip.

“Ah-hmph!” Damian grunts, your tongue sending an electric shock up his spine where his brain begins to fizz endorphins.

Oh—shit, do that a couple more times and Damian will be spurting down your throat and you’ve only just begun!

Your eyes lock onto Damian as your cheeks hollow out, taking him in.

His fingers clench harshly at the arm rests.

He can’t cum so quickly. You’ll think he’s a two pump chump!

Just as Damian’s resolve to hold out is built up, your head bobs up, and on your decent dawn your tongue begins to slug along the underside causing his nerves to shoot bolts of pleasure along his loins.

Damian’s hand shoots to the base of your skull, grabbing a fist full of your hair, ready to rip you off before he completely unloads his balls down your throat.

But as soon as you feel Damian’s family jewels accent. Your head shoots forward, making sure to swallow every drop he had to offer as he releases the most ungodly moans you’ve ever heard.

Duke Thomas

“No” Duke protest, “Babe let me— oh god” His knees buckle under the weight of your heavenly mouth encapsulating his tip. “Let — me — ahh”

Your boyfriend screws his eyes shut, attempting to tip back the scales of pleasure before it’s too late.

But just when he thinks he’s in control of his pleasure centre, he looks down at you.

Kneeling into a cushion you strategically placed.

Your lingerie clad form looking so pretty with the way your hips are sticking back and the way your chest is looking so full.

Your hair cascading behind your ears, ready for a fistful to be taken.

But the lewdest image made Dukes mind go blank as your eyes collect tears at the corner from taking something so big. You mouth sucking in until your cheeks hollow; as you slide down— not daring to take your eyes off your man as you account for every movement, making sure to repeat actions that make his eyes roll, his face twitch, or the way his mouth slowly opens.

And just like that— he spills into your mouth, unloading everything he has in that moment whether he wanted to or not.

“AH — Baby!” He calls, throwing his head back, his whole body vibrating in ecstasy.

He didn’t even notice you have gotten onto your feet as you press kisses into his neck. “Happy Anniversary, Love.” You greet sweetly, as if you didn’t just suck his essence out three seconds prior.

But if you thought you were getting away with your shenanigans— than you’d be dead wrong.

Duke lifts you up by the bottom of your thighs, throwing you onto your back as he sinks to his knees right were he belongs.

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