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mixingandmelting · 3 months ago

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Crashing Unannounced

Summary: rating how bad they are with coming over without telling you

A/N: Inspired and can be treated as a part-two of this request here

Dick: Bad

Does it whenever he misses you especially when it’s been a long time since he last saw you, having a impulsive urge to just see you out of the blue, wanting comfort, worried about you

If he could, he’d be doing it everyday as it would mean he’d get to stay with you but he does respect personal boundaries

Also cherishes your safety and keeps it as his top priority. He’s not exactly a normal person to go out with, having been targeted as both Nightwing and Dick Grayson before

Mostly does it when you’re there where he tries to do it when your awake, knocking on the window with a grin that goes from hopeful to full out joy when he manages to surprise you in a good way

When you’re asleep and either of you are going through a bad time, he enters and ends up snuggling with you in bed

Ask him how he got here when you wake up and he’ll just mumble arbitrarily “through the door” before pulling you towards him and spooning you

Jason: Not as bad

He’s not as frequent as Dick where he also does it when he really misses you whether it’s random or he hasn’t seen you in a while and you’re awake. Though he does it more out of worry whether you're in danger, having a bad time, or sick or when he really needs comfort and support which equates to essentially you

Cares about privacy and personal space since it’s his first time in an actual relationship so he doesn’t want to cross a line

Also because being a crime lord-turned-vigilante isn’t the safest job career and can lead you to be put in danger

When it comes to coming over unannounced and taking you completely off guard though - yeah, he does that though

If you’re not there and he needs(wants) to see you, he’ll stay at your place and wait until you come back. Legit even texts where are you if he’s been waiting for a while and if you ask why, he’ll bluntly answer that he’s over your place

Has surprised you in your own living room where he’d be casually sitting on the couch, helmet/muzzle off surfing through the channels, looking up and asking you what took you so long before cuddling with you and hanging out

Tim: Really Bad

Bold of you to assume he drops by only when you’re there. He drops by every time when he’s around regardless if you’re there or not because he’s always wanting to be around you

Occurred even before the two of you started dating, watching over you to make sure your life is going fine and no one or a thing is causing harm to you because that’s how bad he had and still has for you

Knocks on the glass window to get your attention if you’re there so he could hang out for a bit

Most of the time though you’re not there, so he sneaks in to make sure everything isn’t out of the ordinary and that you’re still okay

Always leaves a gift as a sign that he was there because he ironically feels guilty entering your home and at least he isn’t randomly dropping by empty handed, right…?

In a way it’s Christmas for half the year with how many times he comes over

Duke: Good

He was taught to be a gentleman so it’s extremely rare for him to crash unannounced

Always rings on the doorbell or knocks on the front door if it doesn’t have one while coming over after he gets the okay from you whether it’s in person, call, or text

Even when he’s suddenly wanting to see you, he gives you a heads up that he’s going your way and asks if it’s alright to stop by

The times he actually arrives unannounced is when he notices you’re going through something and he wants to cheer you up or help you out. Maybe even plan a mini, impromptu surprise party with food, flowers, or a stuffed bear in the tow

If not, it’s when something bad is going down and he wants to make sure that you’re safe and sound

Makes sure to knock on the window but most times, again, he’s getting your attention through the front door

Damian: Worst of the worst

Every day, every time, whether it’s because he’s bored, he’s wanting your affection, he needs something from you. Sometimes even when there’s no reason, it’s just because

Depending on his mood, he’ll casually enter your bedroom and stay there until you come back so he could get entertained by your reaction

Or purposely wakes you up by tapping the window so he could talk to you

Bet on him observing your sleeping form both out and inside your home, feeling the tingles in his heart how peaceful you look before he places the gift he got you at your bedside

Of course, with a complimentary note that tells you not to think too into it, he only got it at a whim (it actually took him a few days to get the courage to get it for you)

Overall, it’s a reminder you’re not safe from him and it’s better to stay alert. Also the so-called “traps” you set up never work on him, so you can stop bother doing those now. He’s not a mouse

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

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yuwuta · 4 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 · 1 month 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 · 8 months ago

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my dude is getting Barbie Dolls and a Star

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leafwateraddict · 7 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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thewritingfairy · 5 days ago

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↪ 07.1 Duke and (Name)

07. An explosion of emotions trigger warnings: mentions of past abuse, cursing, shouting, medical + emotional + physical neglect, mentions of wanting to die (name), mentions of anger, spoilers for chapter 7 of nobody's child. Main m.list series m.list

Duke and you have a complex relationship. When it came to school you always made sure to use your last name, but somehow he still found out you’re technically a Wayne.

He promised to keep it a secret, as long as you would be his lab partner in chemistry, a subject he didn’t need help in. You never understood his reasoning. You never understood his actions, in fact you became confused the closer you two got. At first you thought it might be that he wants to get closer to your family, but then it seemed like he wanted to be your friend. He was interested in you, interested in who you truly are. So slowly you began to trust him, you began to share information you had yet to share with your family. You explained that you never felt like you, that everyone calls you them but that you have yet to tell your family. ‘Why?’ he had asked and your answer shook him to the core.

“I don’t trust them,” you said at first, a simply statement that holds no value but then you continued, “I was attacked in my own home, and Bruce refused to let me press charges because I had to understand the attackers circumstances.”

Duke remembers falling silent, shaking as tears fill your eyes. “When I woke up from that attack I learned that my family is to not be trusted. Not when it comes to safety and health, so who says I can trust them with anything else?” He remembers a chuckle leaving your mouth. He remembers how hollow it sounded. “It doesn’t matter I will get away soon enough.”

That day he learned the truth about the bat family, but the next day he finally learned your truth as well. You had been hunched over the teacher’s toilet as he walked by, the teacher trying to get you to calm down. You were puking your guts out, the teacher spotted him staring from the hallway. “You!” she had shouted. “You are friends with (name) right?” He had nodded without thinking. “Come hold their hair back as I get the nurse!”

He did just that, and that day he learned that you were chronically ill. “Don’t worry,” you had said. “I’m not dying, it’s quite usual for the folks in my family to get chronically ill.” when you said the words ‘my family’ he knew you were talking about your mother’s side. He also knew that you thought those words would comfort him, but they did not. It made him worry, especially with the fact that your father is Batman. Not like you knew, and that made him even more worried. How did the Batman not know that his child is ill?

“Does Mr. Wayne know?” he remembers asking.

“No,” you had said with a grin. “I’m medically emancipated, knowing how to forge a signature is quite handy.”

At the time he had wondered if you were joking, but the more time he had spend with your family without you ever being mentioned the more he realised that you had made the right choice. If he tried to ask about you, they would quickly change the subject. Telling him to not mention you, that you made it clear that you aren’t one of them. But truthfully, it was them that made you an outsider. It was visible to even him, an outsider, that the fault does not lie with you. It lies with them.

The longer he knew you the more he started to resent the Wayne family, with the days that your pain clouded your judgement and you begged for death his anger rose. But when he found that the Wayne family are the bats, he knew exactly what to do.

He would accept the invitation to be adopted by Bruce, to protect you, you might hate him at first. You might believe that he used you, but it will be something he must do. He had spoken to your other friends.

Friends you were arguably closer with, they admitted to him that you were fading away in your journey for freedom. That you need an ally in that cursed manor. And he will be that ally, sure it also means that he will be able to be a vigilante. Something he wants to do with all his heart, but at this point that was just an advantage that came with his need to help you.

You are a victim. A victim of a family that has become so tuned out to trauma inside their own family that they cannot recognise what they’ve done to you.

And when he walked through the manor doors, sure that you were at your work, just to be greeted by you screaming at Jason. It froze Duke death in his steps, but when Jason touched you, something snapped in him.

“Step away from them,” he had said, trying to control his tone, but when he took in the state you were in his control flew away. “before I knock your teeth out.”

Jason had stepped back. ‘Good he can listen,’ Duke had thought, tuning everything out as he turns his full attention to you. “(Name),” he had whispered, trying to place his hands gently on yours to stop your scratching. “I am here, it’s Duke, your lab partner, what can I do for you?” He had never seen you this distressed, he had never known that your pain could do this to you. If he did he would have stepped in sooner. He would have thought of a different plan, but he’s too far in to go back now.

“I need to die,” you had whispered, your eyes snapping to his as his heart broke at your words. “can you kill me?”

You were terrified of death, that’s why you are asking him. At least subconsciously you still knew you wanted to live. “You know I can’t,” he had said as he attempted to carefully brush your hair out of your face. You hate having your hair be touched in this state, but having your hair touched also brought you comfort. And at this point Duke would have done anything if it had meant calming you down. “But I can and I will listen.”

Those words always had a big impact on you, Maria had told him so. But in that moment those words meant everything to you. You were crying, but at least you had stopped scratching your skin off.

‘A win is a win,’ Duke had thought.

“You promise?” You had asked, your voice sounded so small and fragile. Your eyes were unfocused, and Duke feared that you could pass out any second.

“I promise.”

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msfantasy-comics · 16 days 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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bluetooththereptile · 1 month ago

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The other family

(Yandere batfamily x reader) (Coraline coded au)

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

This fic was inspired by this post.

Note: I've loosely based this on Wika by Olivier ledriot and tales of Bogymen taking abused and neglected children away to punish the parents.

Tw: yandere tendencies, child neglect, horror?

The sound of the crickets outside your open window was mixed with the distant noises of the fan in your room working to help with the heat that had haunted Wayne Manor for a week now, the heat wave that had hit Gotham a few days ago was unbearable, even during the nights. You tossed around in your bed, refusing to let go of the green dragon plushie that had been your loyal companion for your days at daycare. You looked into its faded eyes because of rough use and a pout came to your lips, maybe you should take Hamlet with you, yeah, the other mom would allow it right?

You had spent your days enjoying your slushies, and milkshakes, playing video games, and rolling on the cool sheets of your bed, but whatever you did you found yourself slowly losing your patience, they had said you could go back to them every weekend so where was the other cat? You poked your head out of your bedroom now and then to catch a glimpse of its white fluffy fur but it was nowhere to be seen in the dark hallway that seemed to stretch on.

Trying to pass the time you snuck out of your room to take another ice cream from the freezer, maybe its taste would calm your nerves, you were supposed to be asleep by nine pm but you knew you had to stay awake until midnight for the other cat to come and find you, it was it's routine by now even if it meant you'd get scolded by Alfred, the only person that cared for your sleep schedule, it was worth it!

You walked past the empty rooms of Others who had gone to patrol that night, your feet made little noise as you walked past the rooms one by one, turning past the corners to get to the main staircase of the Manor, you glanced at the few doors you could recognize in the dim light, holding hamlet closer to your chest as you walked past Dick's guest room, he always said he'd be there for you, but you couldn't remember the last time he had sat down to talk to you like he did with others, maybe it was because he was too old for you? But he always told others that he didn't care about that. You couldn't comprehend why you were invisible to your oldest sibling.

You walked past Tim's room as well before poking your head to the corner that lead to the room Mom and Dad shared, you padded closer, peaking in with curiosity through the ajar door to see your mom sitting behind her vanity desk, lazily filing her nails as she talked to her phone. Her back facing the door. She had put on her usual hair curling rolls, the sound of her soft chuckles in the air as she spoke with her friend. Mom never laughed like that when she was with you or Dad, unless she was shopping, maybe she liked buying gifts for herself so that was why she was happy shopping? You loved gifts too!

"Yeah I don't know, Bruce is getting rather boring, to be honest" Selina sighed as she leaned back in her seat, putting her slender legs up on the low-level vanity, "yeah, good thing I've dragged on the engagement, imagine I bite the trap" She snorted as she filed her forefinger, "Y/N?" You tensed at hearing your name "I'm not sure about the kid, I mean I never wanted a child to begin with but now that I'm strapped to a grown-up toddler what else can I do but stay? I don't know maybe I give up the custody to Bruce or something like that, you know me, I'm not for the domestic life"

Hearing your mom say those things was both confusing and sad, you didn't understand why mom didn't love dad, dad loved her so much! To the point that he always made sure to call her every day! Dad rarely called to the daycare to talk with you, unless he wanted to say happy birthday or something like that since rarely came home at night, Alfred would pick you up or send someone trusted to take you back home, but Dad made sure to take Mom everywhere himself! Plus if mom didn't like you why did she give birth to you? Were you unwanted?

You clutched Hamlet to your chest and buried your face into its fur as you walked passed the door towards the kitchen. Maybe you would take a bag of snacks with the ice cream, yeah eating always soothed you. Getting down the stairs you walked inside the kitchen, sneaking in to open the door of the double freezer only to be stopped by Alfred who gave you a knowing look, making you freeze as you sheepishly looked up.

"I just wanted a chocolate ice cream, it's too hot in my room," you said trying to give your best puppy eyes look, the older man put his hands on his hips giving you a scolding look in return "Too much dairy makes your stomach hurt, remember?" He spoke, his voice firm but not harsh, you pouted as you held the handle of the freezer's door "Please just tonight? I've been good today" you pleaded, Alfred sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before he gave in and handed you a small tub of ice cream with a spoon. "Just be careful to not spill it alright?" He spoke softly, his eyes saddening a little as he watched your small smile, you rarely smiled these days.

You walked out of the kitchen, holding the cold tub in your hand before you froze at the sight of the white feline at the end of the hall, looking at you expectantly, the tub and the spoon fell from your hand as if you were under a spell and you enthusiastically followed the cat, eyes wide with excitement "Alfred!" You called in a hushed tone to the other cat who was sitting patiently for you, its crimson eyes blinking softly as its long tail swished about, Damian's cat Alfred never liked you for some reason, but this one loved being around you purring as it came to your vicinity.

"Hello, kitty kitty!" You bent down to pet the fluffy creature who arched its back to your touch, lovingly rubbing against your legs, gently kneading your slippers. The soft "mrrp" sound of the cat made you smile more, searching under its chin. "Good kitty!" You cooed, before giggling softly as the cat licked your fingers gently, rubbing its head to your fingers to make you pet it a little more, purring a storm.

After the cat had its fair share of your attention it turned around and padded away before turning back to look at you as if to say "What are you waiting for? Follow me!" You followed the feline creature with a big smile on your lips, walking through hallway after hallway, not noticing the walls and temperature shifting as the other cat guided you to another world. It was your weekly routine now.

It soon turned too cold as you walked deeper into the hallways and you started to shiver, holding Hamlet even closer as you finally walked through a single door at the end of the hallway you were at, entering the entrance hall of the Wayne Manor again, where you had started your journey with the other cat, but the coldness of the air and the eerie lights of the lamps and candles gave you the signs that you were at the Other Side.

You looked around squealing with joy at the sight of the other Alfred who held a large blanket for you, standing by a large chair close to the light fireplace greeted you with a warm smile, chuckling as you ran to him, opening his arms before snugging you in the warm blanket in his hands. He gently wrapped you up fully, putting you on the chair to warm you up. He hummed a soft song under his breath, making you giggle as he wiped your face with a warm towel he had nearby. The other Alfred rarely spoke for some reason.

"My baby!" The other mom called for you loudly, making your head snap up and you nearly fell from your seat from excitement at the sight of her in a comfortable set of clothes, so much different than what your mom used to wear, making you feel uncomfortable even if she was at home with you. "Mo-!" Before you could say anything you were in other mom's arms, showered with her kisses. "Oh, my baby! How I've missed you!" She kept kissing your now rosy cheeks, giggling with you as she held you close. She smelt of lilacs, and she was even more beautiful than your own mom, her silvery eyes were warm, just like her smile. She didn't wear too much makeup that would cake on your skin like whenever your own mom kissed you. Her skin was soft and her unpainted lips were always smiling, making your little heart flutter.

You let out a soft squeak when you felt more pressure around you, sneaking a peak from the other mom's embrace to see the other dad holding both you and the other mom, smiling warmly. "How have you been my sweetling?" The other dad's voice was deeper and he had the same silver eyes as the others on the other side. You felt your cheeks hurt from how much you were smiling. A loud laugh left you as the other dad tickled you through the blanket, the couple chuckling at the sight of your joy. The other dad was always home when you were visiting the other side, even if others were on patrol he was there, he still loved the other mother just like your dad did, but the other also loved...you.

The other dad held you two for a long time, as if he wanted to make sure you wouldn't run away just like the first time you did when you had gotten into the other side. Which had become a side joke with your other family. "You need a good bath and new clothes before dinner" The other mom hummed as she sniffed your hair, her comment finally breaking the hold of the hug around you.

The other dad picked you up without a struggle, making you giggle "Daddy!" You called, making a soft shuddering breath leave his lips at the way you called him that, you had started opening up to the couple and it filled them with joy, you had heard the other Alfred and the other Dick discuss this before, apparently, the other mom and dad were depressed for a long, long time. You couldn't see how the other mom put her hand over her mouth as she nearly teared up at the way you called the other Bruce that. "Again" the other dad whispered "hm?" You tilted your head to the side, holding Hamlet with your hand as the other held onto the other dad's shoulder "Call me again" the other dad insisted, and you smiled as you called him again "Daddy!", he closed his eyes as he buried his face into your hair for a whole minute, his board shoulders tense as he tried to hold back his tears, his baby was alive again, alive!

The other dad took you to your other room filled with everything you liked after he had come to his senses, the other mom had made sure to decorate your room to your tastes and had even changed the wallpaper three times for you. The fireplace there was on, and the bathroom was already filled with steam coming off of the glistening marble bathtub there, when you got close to the bathroom you curiously looked at the bubbles in the air, gasping. You had never seen a bathbomb make bubbles! "Bubbles!" You squealed in joy as you popped one, making the other dad's smile widen. He kissed your forehead before he put you down gently, the other mom undressed you carefully, and then she shooed her husband away when she started to take off your underwear "It's a private moment with me and my baby!" She had said, making the other dad groan. You jumped on your feet as the cold air hit you, making the other mom coo as she picked you up by your sides "It's okay! It's okay!" She then lowered you into the warm water, watching with satisfaction as your body eased down.

The other dad left the bathroom as the other mom washed you, soothingly wiping the dried sweat off you with a soft loofah. You had never been washed like this before, sure Alfred washed you nearly daily or you'd manage to shilishali your way in a shower, but it wasn't as enjoyable as this one. The other mom would coo and softly praise you for heeding her gentle orders to put your arms up, holding her hand over your eyes as she poured water on your hair, making goofy hairstyles with you as you watched yourself in the mirror at the other side of the bathroom. Your giggles filling the air, ignorant of the snow falling outside.

After washing you up the other mom carefully rinsed you, drying you up before she gently put soothing lotion on the soles of your feet and your knees that you had scrapped after a rough play at daycare. You loved seeing the other mom dote on you and pamper you like no other. She even made sure to dry your ear canals, making you scrunch up your nose as she hit a spot while drying up your left ear "It was itchy wasn't it?" She asked, chuckling as you nodded. The other mom laughed a lot with you, and you never grew tired of it. Her voice was like an angel's always making you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside.

The other mom dried your hair with a blow dryer, brushing it carefully before putting on a pair of very cozy and warm pajamas for you. "But Mommy I shouldn't wear pajamas to dinner!" You said, confused "Mommy makes the rules and you can wear whatever you want to dinner" She booped your nose after that, She then gave Hamlet back to you before putting on your fuzzy socks. You wiggled your toes to watch the googly eyes of the bears on your socks move, oh how much you had begged your mom to buy you those cute socks but she hadn't, calling them too silly.

The other mom held you as she walked to the dining room and by the moment she opened the door others burst into energy and mirth at the sight of you, Everyone was there, even the other Damian was smiling! Speaking of your other brother he was quick to rush towards you and hug you tightly after the other mom put you down, Damian never hugged you like this, even if he said he was your older brother, him saying that always rang hollow, but with the other Damian? Oh, it was something else!

Damian held your hand as he guided you to your seat and helped you sit on it, petting your head and Hamlet's. The other mom sat at your left side and the other Damian sat at the right, and as others spoke with each other the other mom put a napkin on your lap and neatly snug one on your collar and chest before she put a spoon full of your favorite stew in your mouth, and you ate with enthusiasm. Chewing the savory roast with both your cheeks full.

The other dad smiled leaning on his elbow as he watched you eat, putting his hand on the other mom's shoulder as she put spoonful after spoonful into your mouth, his eyes soft and full of love for you. You still remembered the first time you had met him, his face was of shock and confusion "Angel?" He had called you but you had meekly mumbled out your name, making him gasp and speak of something along the lines of "Our prayers were answered, glory to Balor!" Who was Balor? No one answered you that.

The other mom was so kind, dabbing napkins on your mouth if a bit of food smeared the corners of it, watching you chew and swallow before putting another spoon of the hearty stew, giving you the juiciest cuts of meat that melted into your mouth. You scrunched up your nose again at her as you tasted a tangy bit, making her giggle "It's alright sweetie, just try to swallow it" and you did with slight difficulty. "Good job!" She clapped her hands together, the ring on her finger shining. The other mom had married the other dad, unlike your mom who seemed to hate that.

You noticed the small dark tint to her nails, her nails had started to darken more and more since the first time you had met, maybe she liked black nail polish? Your mom put on some now and then, but your mind couldn't see how she had grown taller at each visit, oh how her actions had turned more and more clingy, you weren't privy to her tearful night with her mate, when she'd hiss and growl as she shredded the body of another child by the alter of Balor, begging him to give her a chance of a sacrificial ceremony, to which the being had agreed to. Her lost child was coming back home once more.

Your gaze looked around as the other mom put a piece of bread for you to munch on in your hands as Hamlet sat on your lap. You noticed Dick, smiling at him as your memories with him flooded your mind. Even if the other Dick was busy speaking with the other Jason but he still waved to you every time you looked at him, as if he could sense your gaze.

You noticed the other Jason waving your way as well "Nice plushie" he commented, making you hold up Hamlet proudly "Ooh very nice!" The other Jason was so much kinder than the Jason you were used to, he would pick you up and tickle you, blowing raspberries on your belly and smile whenever you talked to him, even if you still could see the pain in his eyes he made sure to dote on you, playing with you and Hamlet.

The other Tim was busy eating his food, but he gave you glances, each time smiling as your eyes met, he had insisted on reading you books when you took naps at the other side since the very first time, though it had turned into more a rivalry with him and the other mom and the other Damian to take turns tucking you in.

The other Damian held your hand as he ate his food in silence, gently squeezing your hand every so often, offering his piece of food as if to mimic the other mom "Damian you know my baby gets stomachaches if you give your baby sibling too much dairy" She gently reminded the other Damian who with a loud "Hmph" took his spoon away from your mouth, making you pout. "It's okay sweetie, I'm just looking out for you" She chuckled as she pinched your nose gently.

The other Duke and Cass were nowhere to be seen, maybe they were on patrol that night, but you missed Cass's warm hugs and Duke's play times as you and him made pillow forts, having the other dad and Damian force siege onto it.

Everyone was happy, you were happy, and blissfully...ignorant. Maybe it was for the better as the other Alfred once had said to the couple "Let the child be oblivious to everything happening, it helps the transition to proceed smoother, stress and anxiety affect a child's choice."

It all had started with the bridge between the parallel worlds becoming thin when you had passed into a door during a restless night, entering a darker version of the world you lived in that was shrouded in perpetual night and winter, where the dark fae resided. You didn't know every human alive had a fae double living their own life on the other side, that was why you didn't know your own double had been long dead at the hands of the other joker, and how much your other family were overjoyed to find you there. And the other Selina, became obsessed with the idea of taking her child back by any means possible.

"It is against the rules" the other Bruce had said as his wife suggested the idea of taking you into the fold of the kin residing on the other side, but she had reminded him "They don't want the poor thing! We can give the sweet angel the love a child like the little one deserves! Look how eagerly the child clings to you! The child needs us, my love, the child needs me!" And that was when the family decided on setting a plan to turn your weekly visits, into a permanent stay.

"Sweetie" the other mom called for you" Everyone quieted down as they realized the moment of truth was going to happen "Do you want to stay with us?" The other mom asked softly as she rubbed your back "I'd love to stay the night Mommy!" You answered, making Alfred smile at your blissful innocence "No sweet baby, I mean do you like to stay with us forever?" The other father chimed in and you frowned as you tried to think. The other mom bit her lip nervously, maybe it was too early for her to suggest it? The couple watched anxiously as you tried to think about your decision "If I agree, I will be with mommy and daddy forever?" "Forever sweetie, and we won't leave you, ever" the other mom cooed, holding your hand as Hamlet fell onto the ground. "We will have lots of fun, mommy will be your best friend, and Daddy and others will play with you nonstop!" You smiled at the thought of it, melting the dark hearts of the fae sitting around the table. "Yes, mommy!" You agreed, and upon that, the mood shifted.

At hearing that the lights turned a greenish hue, as if on cue, and everyone seemed to grow taller and taller as your own body turned heavy, the illusion magic was wearing off and yet the couple was surprised to see you weren't panicking. "I'm sleepy Mommy" you mumbled with a soft yawn, and the female fae cooed softly at hearing that "It's alright sweetling, mommy will make sure to tuck you in" She reached out and picked up Hamlet from the ground, the plushie morphing into a grotesque figure of a dragon in her clawed hands before she tucked the toy in your arms. Your eyelids grew heavier as you sunk into the large seat behind the table, not noticing how everyone stood up from their seats, bowing to the haunting shadow appearing in the room.

A hissing voice spoke in a language you didn't know, and the female fae picked you up, holding you by the back of your knees and shoulders, passing you into the massive bony arms of the God of the dark elves, Balor, who wrapped you in its tangible shadowy form "Do not worry for the babe, rest this night my children, for tomorrow we will rejoice for a fae, reborn."

Your eyes closed as you slipped into a peaceful slumber. Before you found yourself in a bed of flowers, lying beside an angelic man in a lush garden. "Shush my child, sleep" the man soothed you "Birth will be painful" he murmured, gently tapping your chest as he lulled you into rest in your dream before the emergence of another life. "Your parents are waiting for you" he whispered in your ear with a warm voice, and then, your mortal heart stopped in his arms, your soul leaving your body that would soon the body of the many children in the garden of Balor, to land into the carefully preserved one of the sweetling of the other family of yours.

Born anew, in bliss and pain.

It took three days for everyone to notice you were gone, without a trace, nothing was lost but you and your favorite plushie, leaving your parents forever haunted by the memories of the child they took for granted.

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gilverrwrites · 11 months ago

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Fake Dating tropes with (some of) the birds and the bats. Ft. Babs, Bruce, Dick, Duke, Jason, Kate, and Tim.

GN!Reader, ≈200-250 words each CWs: None graphic mentions of sex, none-graphic injuries, none -graphic mentions of drugs, intentionally minipulative behaviours.🩷

Barbara

The two of you weren’t exactly not dating. Attached at the hip, making goo-goo eyes in person and inappropriate comments over the comms line when apart; it was obvious to anyone with eyes or ears that something was going on there, you just hadn’t put a name on it yet. It’s something the two of you had made plans to nail down and discuss during your sort of but not really a date-date tonight.

But you had only gone and got yourself shot during what should have been a simple trip to the bank. It wasn’t life-threatening, but you’d been rushed off in an ambulance, you’d need surgery, a lot of meds, and months, if not years of physio to get your arms back into shape.

Barbara didn’t know that at the time though, she’d been panic-stricken from the moment she found out. Emotions getting the better of her, brain running at 100 miles a minute as she rushed to the hospital.

“Partners and family only.” The nurse had told her. And without hesitation, she’d responded: “I am their partner.”

Her lie paid off, allowing her access to your bedside, as well as a full update on your status. There wasn’t another face in any universe you would have rather seen upon waking up from surgery. Now you just had to keep up the appearance of being a married couple until you were discharged, maybe longer.

Bruce

It’s a well-organised and thoroughly thought-out publicity stunt. Bruce needed someone new on his playboy roster, and you needed the media to circulate literally anything other than the less-than-flattering leaks that had been sold to them without your consent.

All you had to do was follow the itinerary. A couple of soft launch social media pics, a few whispers to the looser-lipped socialites of your circles, and some ‘private’ candid photo ops of the two of you dating:

Snuggling under the shade of an oak tree in Gotham Park, wearing matching caps and sunglasses that do little to hide your identities as you read a shared copy of Romeo and Juliet together.

Sitting in his car, in the parking lot of Big Belly Burger, munching on an unseemly large order of burgers and fries together. Nobody questions why the previously tinted windows of Bruce’s car are now clear.

Intimately and provocatively embracing, tastefully half nude on the balcony of your uptown apartment. The press didn’t need to know that you’re actually renting an Airbnb for the weekend, for exactly this purpose, and nothing more.

Everything was carefully planned, right down to the T for maximum impact and minimal effort. The only thing that hadn’t been accounted for was one, or both of you catching feelings in the time you’d spent together.

Dick

He’s never been able to say no to you, you know it, he knows it. So when you ask him in an act of desperation to be your fake-boyfriend for your ex’s wedding he’s quick to inform you that this is the dumbest idea he’s ever heard, and that he’s 110% on board.

He takes you shopping for matching outfits, picks you up on the day in Bruce’s flashiest car, suprises you with something pretty, compliments you loudly and romantically at every chance and won’t take his hands off you all the way through the ceremony. He's attentive and outwardly passionate. Not only is he playing the role of the world's best-ever (fake-)boyfriend, he’s making sure everyone in the vicinity knows you’re a (fake) couple.

It’s during the reception when that funny feeling really starts to settle in. The hairs on edge, butterflies in your belly feeling. Maybe it’s the happy, romantic atmosphere, the soppy music, the way his hands sit so perfectly on your hips as he sways you round and around on the dance floor. Maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you with those mesmeric blue eyes but damn if you don’t want to kiss him, right here, right now.

Duke

It was a stupid idea, and his family would give him so much shit if when they found out, but you’d argued that “we’ll never know if it might actually work unless we try” and that had sold him on giving it a go. Even if he thought about calling it off at every turn.

What was the stupid plan, and why was it necessary? Well, your ex was dating his crush, and you’d figured fake-dating might redirect their attention to the two of you. And if not, no harm done, right?

Big harm done. Over the next few months, Duke and yourself had spent most of your free time in close proximity. Sharing clothes, food, and ‘plan-related’ intimate details about each other. When you weren’t together you were glued to your phone, awaiting his texts, refreshing his socials.

Somewhere amongst all the dinner dates, and ‘strictly-business’ public making out sessions, your plan worked; his crush took notice, how could they not, Duke was perfect.

Your ex did not. Not that you cared, you’d moved on, to someone who was about to become equally as unavailable.

Jason

He was trying to infiltrate an infamous drug ring so he could take it down from the inside and needed someone in the know who could double as arm candy to sell his story. You’d already been trying to get your foot in the door for weeks now, but lacked enough street cred for them to take a chance on you. It only made sense that you would join forces.

For a while it’s fun, hanging off his arm, letting his hands roam your body freely, loud-whispering all the things you wanted to do to him for anyone to hear. You really enjoyed pretending to be his devilish trophy partner. You enjoyed the nights where it wasn’t pretend even more. But all good things must come to an end.

He served his purpose of getting you where you needed to be, but now he was getting a little too close to building a compelling case against the ring, you couldn’t let that happen, you had much bigger plans for it.

What? You’d promised information, not loyalty.

Kate

You’re both socialites with fairly large internet followings who run in the same circles. Your relationship has always been that of friendly acquaintances until a photographer snaps an innocuous photo of you both entering the bathroom at the same time and the media goes crazy.

Despite putting out very clear, separate statements, clarifying that there is nothing going on, your respective followers grab the ball and sprint with it until you both innocently start to play along. Leaving flirty comments on each other selfies, acting appalled when the other is rumoured to be dating someone else, tagging each other in scenic snaps that could be considered romantic: graffiti hearts, colourful sunsets, starry skies from the candlelit table of a wine bar.

It’s completely harmless of course, it’s all a joke, until it’s not. Until you actually find yourself flustered by her comments, really wishing she was sharing your dinners, until you brace yourself and send the first DM.

Tim

He really is the whole package. Handsome, hardworking, dedicated, polite, and as smart as he is rich. You can understand why your grandma was so excited, calling you from across the country to confirm if you were the mystery person spotted out and about with Bruce Wayne’s second youngest. You hadn’t lied when you’d said yes, you’d just neglected to tell her that you were only friends. You figured it would get her off your back about finding a nice boy for a while. It kind of felt nice, talking to somebody other than yourself about your big fat crush on him and in your defence, you hadn’t expected things to escalate so quickly.

One minute she’s bragging about her grandchild’s new boyfriend to the ladies in her swim aerobics class, the next she’s booked a flight to come and visit so she can meet him.

If you’d known what she was planning you would have confessed, but she’d already forked out the cash for her plane ticket so you swallowed your pride and begged Tim to help. He wouldn’t even have to do much, just spend the weekend nodding and smiling at an old woman’s stories and then he could reap the rewards of your eternal gratitude. You’d promised 6 months of undisputed lording it over you and a lifetime of freshly made cold brew.

Smile and nod, that’s all you expect, but apparently, that was too easy. Tim just had to make what was already an embarrassing situation, a million times worse. ‘Perfect grandson-in-law’, your ass.

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yintous · 12 days ago

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꒰ 💌 ꒱ ─── 𝓗EY LOVER! ㆍ₊⊹

gn! reader ; batboys and the little things they do for you. however, are they really considered little things when they harbor such significant contributions to your relationship? [headcanons!]

notes. fluff, not proofread, &&. established relationship. more content under the cut. happy reading :D! [masterlist]

DICK GRAYSON

on everyone’s soul, dick grayson is the epitome of yearning!!! (we’re all LIVING)

this is so random but i feel like he’d be the type to know when your alarm blares so he’d be the one to snooze it at the right time to avoid the alarm from blaring into your eardrums in the morning; he’d be the one to wake you up instead

whenever he’s free, he sends you pictures of things that remind him of you with little to no context. for example, he could send a picture of your favorite drink before sending a text that just said “you”

makes a list of upcoming things he knows you’d enjoy (such as new movies coming up that coincidentally have your fav genre, a new album from your favorite artist, etc). he marks them on his calendar and never fails to set up a date with you involving those things

has a habit of stroking your hair or back whenever he holds you because he knows it’s easier for you to relax that way

JASON TODD

def never forgets to send you “goodnight” and “good morning” messages

i like to think that he’s actually really gentle when it comes to his significant other as well as really communicative. after arguments, when words aren’t enough, he gives you little acts of service as a way to apologize

for example, he makes sure your food is heated up just right before you decide to eat dinner— if not, he was probably too busy setting up a warm bath for you, along with your favorite bubble bath products already restocked

i also feel like he’d be subtly clingy?? like clingy to the point he’d recognize your little habits and because of his clinginess, he recognized more of what little acts of services he could do for you

for example, if you’re the type to constantly forget your keys, your umbrella, etc., he’ll place them on a surface you don’t often miss, like a little reminder

TIM DRAKE

one time you broke your earphones and you suddenly saw new ones sitting on your desk, with a letter that had nothing but a small heart messily drawn on it

tends to make two cups instead of just one whenever he makes coffee or whenever he buys energy drinks, he buys two of yours and two of his (both of you down them together)

whenever you mention any problems— especially with technology, he makes sure to help you as soon as he could. you spilled water on your laptop? it’s suddenly fixed the next day. your necklace is tangled? turns out he had a bit of free-time a few hours ago and you’re free to wear it untangled once again.

if you are the type of person to yap about similar interests like certain tv shows, books, etc. he’d hold off from consuming its media so you’d have the opportunity to ramble to him about them in your own little way

DUKE THOMAS

the type to know your preference on EVERYTHING, like if you prefer earphones over speakers and vice versa, if you prefer black coffee over brown, etc.

def greets you at 12 am whenever it’s your birthday. he made it into a little tradition and would fall deeper in love with you if you returned the gesture

lists down all the songs you’ve recommended to him and puts all of them into a spotify playlist; he listens to the playlist whenever he doesn’t have you around or on his free-time in general

helps you untangle your hair in the morning and you swear he has a talent for it. his touch is as gentle as a feather

if you have glasses, he carries a microfiber fabric around just in case you’d need it to wipe your lenses

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mixingandmelting · 2 months ago

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Asked for No Pickles

Summary: A cashier gives you crap after you ask for no pickles. It’s unfortunate for the other that it happened right when he enters the building.

A/N: Part 2 here!

Dick:

Everyone says he’s the nice one. And he makes sure to play the part when he approaches the cashier.

Charming, disarming smile that gets most people to swoon, he flashes what others have dubbed as “the Dick Grayson smile” to the cashier(which he still doesn’t get. It’s just a smile-?).

“Sorry but my s/o asked for no pickles.”

He’s definitely working hard to keep his smile on, the cashier a piece of work himself when he scowls at him in disdain and starts slowly scanning him from head to toe.

“Listen here Mr. Boyfriend. Like I told your S.O. over there,” Dick kisses his teeth, not liking how the cashier jabs his thumb at your direction nor the mocking valley-girl drawl. “But it’s either you order the burger and remove the pickles yourself or get something else.”

Breathe Dick. Breathe. He’s no longer like himself from his Robin days; he’s an adult and peace is an option. But the urge to give the other a piece of his mind is so real. Show him what it's really like to roast a person. And he plans to, only to catch a certain someone in the corner of his eye.

“But you know, I do think pickles in burgers are overrated. They don’t really do much, you know?” He drawls out, ignoring the nudge you give him and cocking an eyebrow up “Just a few more crunch and tang that can easily be subbed in with onions and mustard.”

Hook, line, and sinker. The guy’s face blooms red, his eyes bulging from their eye sockets.

“Shut up! This place is a fucking fast food restaurant, if you something other than pre-ensembles burgers and get some fancy, personalized burger go get it some other place than wasting mine or other people’s time-“

The guy nearly slaps the hand that lands on his shoulder off until he turns around and sees the manager's not-so-friendly expression. With that he smiles in satisfaction, wishing the other the best of getting wrecked while taking you to the pizza place he first had dinner with you instead to spend the rest of the date.

Jason:

It’s a one and done deal. There’s no words, not even a syllable uttered. All he does is stand behind you, easily towering both you and the cashier. Looking down in condescension at the chump who was giving you a hard time about not wanting pickles at Batburger of all places. But of course, it wouldn’t be him if things were to simply end there.

“My s/o asked for. No. Pickles.”

“Y-yes, sir! Right away, sir!”

Under his breath, he grumbles “weak-ass” and “better be right away” loud enough for the guy giving you crap to hear. Then, wrapping an arm around you, he walks and waits with you at the pick-up counter.

“You okay? Did that guy say anything else?” He keeps rubbing circles on your arm as you lean closer and place a hand over his.

“Nah, just wouldn’t stop giving me a hard time with the whole pickles.” You instantly narrow your eyes when you see the expression he’s making. “You better not go after him tonight.”

He flinches. Awkwardly he coughs into a fist and turns his head away from you.

“Jason.”

“I won’t, I promise!” He raises both hands in the air only to lower them and quickly grab the food and drinks off the counter. After all, he’s not about to let you carry them when you had a shitty time to get it.

With that, you stick next to him for the rest of day to make sure he doesn’t go out and beat up the poor guy. You even cling onto him in bed, enduring all the teasing though for him, it felt like he was getting spoiled. You should’ve known better when you read the headlines the two days after the incident.

“JASON PETER TODD!”

With that, Jason bolts from the couch while you run after him, a rolled up newspaper in your hand that had a picture of the employee reading an apology essay at the front of the chain food restaurant. He did what you told him to do- leave him alone for THAT night! You didn’t say that for all the other days!

Tim:

Tim is a simple man. If anyone were to give you BS, he will make sure that person will be served ten-times as much one way or another. So when he enters the restaurant and witnesses the guy at the counter giving you crap for simply ordering no pickles, the cashier’s fate was sealed in ink, wax, and blood.

The same business smile that’s used for galas and talking to Wayne Enterprise’s partners plastered on his face, he gently grabs your hand when he reaches the counter.

“So sorry for the commotion, we’ll go eat somewhere else.”

And that’s all he says, turning around and walking out with you in tow. The rest of the day goes by with him comforting you and making sure you receive the treatment you deserve by taking you to the movies, walking at the park before suddenly pushing you into a department store and getting you tailored, branded clothes so he could have dinner with you at those fancy restaurants. Seems as normal as it could get with him, right?

It’s once he gets home, he finally lashes out. Every file he could get his hands on are opened on the monitors, not even taking him two hours to finish scanning through them because of how lackluster the cashier’s life was. However, he did find a plethora of black-mail worthy material including the guy’s most recent humiliating events and minor criminal activities. Rubbing his hands, he gets to work. Until he suddenly gets a text from you.

‘Leave the Batbuger guy alone.’

He pauses. How did you-Never mind. You’ve always had a knack of knowing what he’s thinking. He texts you, audaciously you later tell him, that he’s just working before going back to what he was doing.

He ends up being in a grouchy mood after you found out he was behind the anonymous reddit post regarding the cashier. He still thinks he was being lenient considering he only destroyed the guy’s social life instead of throwing him in jail but you apparently begged to differ, banning one week’s worth of cuddle sessions.

Duke:

He really tried to stay calm. Give the other guy a chance since he may never know, the other person might have circumstances to be that way.

“Look dude, all my s/o asked was no pickles.”

“Kid, can you not read? It says WITH pickles. Not WITHOUT.”

And with that, Duke’s gone. Genuine can not anymore. He was already having a hard time after witnessing you getting done dirty over asking once, ONCE, for a burger with no pickles. Now this? Like, excuse him, sir, but there’s a menu for customization right there?!

The next few words that come out of his mouth go uncensored, unfiltered. Logic getting spit out left and right, pointing out every single flaw like rapping bars. Forget about acting like a vigilante, he was raised in the Narrows and he was very well taught what to do, how to act, and what to say if anyone were to behave disrespectfully to him and to anyone he cares about.

“Duke? Duke! That’s enough” It’s literally because you have your hand on his arm that prevents him from taking a step forward and getting in the guy’s face. Well that and your expression which is a mix of laughter and horror but you and Colon (seriously what kind of name is that?) didn’t need to know about that.

Speaking of, it seems like he did enough damage when the other stays silent. Face fuming yet at a loss from where to start (more like trying to figure out what to say in his opinion, but whatever).

“Come on, let’s just go eat somewhere else.” He relents when you link your arm around his, looking at him pleadingly. Only to pause when he hears “fuck you” as the door gets close to being completely shut.

Instantly, the guy flinches when Duke snaps his head back towards him, making hand signs that he’ll be watching out for him.

To think people thought he’s the normal one. Puh-lease. There’s a reason why he’s part of the Bat family.

Damian:

“Damian, no!”

“Unhand me, Richard!”

“Not unless you put down that katana!”

Behind a bemused Red Hood, the guy, all tied up, shivers as Damian continues his attempts on attacking him. First off, how dare he insult you? Calling you stupid brat all the while accusing you of being untaught about ordering food. Only he, Damian, can call you names and berate you. Who does the guy think he is? Second, he’s not short!

If not for you hugging his arm, the man would’ve already been maimed (he’ll deny to his dying breath that he was blushing and enjoying you hugging him). But instead of saying thank you to you, what does he do? He proceeds to go on even more about you being a dumb kid who doesn’t even know how to eat a burger. And all because you asked for no pickles, too!

Which leads to now, where Damian had coincidentally found the same guy mugging an elderly lady during his patrol . And when he was figuring out how to break into the guy’s house too.

“I thought you don’t kill people anymore!”

“Who said I was going to kill?”

The struggling stops, Dick looking at Damian in confusion.

“Then why are you holding your sword?”

“To remove an appendage so he would start depending on his brain.”

The battle resumes, more fierce with Dick trying to warn about the risk of blood loss to which Damian replies it won’t if he’s careful and why would he care anyways.

“Uh, maybe it’s better we hand him over to the police.” Surprisingly it’s Tim who intervenes, awkwardly pulling up information on the mini-holographic monitor after performing a quick background check on the cashier. “It seems like he’s wanted for multiple crimes.”

“Well, might as well let the Bat Brat get a hit in.” Jason quips.

Dick covers his face, bemoaning why no one can be normal. Damian starts grinning victoriously. Needless to say, he was very satisfied especially when he got a thanks from a flushed you, knowing it was because of you he did it.

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gothamhappiness · 8 months ago

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Y/N: Oh hey, Duke, how are you?

Duke: Good and you?

Y/N: Well Bruce and I got such good news we'd like to share with you!

Duke: Sounds great, what is it?

Y/N: We're having a baby.

Duke: Oh my god, congratu-

Bruce *slamming adoption papers onto the table*: And it's you, sign here.

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blackbirdsblackberries · 5 months ago

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I Hate The New Hero!

Part 7 - Three Stooges And A Minty Accident

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4 - Pt 5 - Pt 6 - Pt 7 (You're here) - Pt 8 - Pt 9 - Pt 10

Just a warning, there will be an allergic reaction in this chapter, I don't know if it does call for a warning or not but I just want to be safe! Also, Characters are somewhat ooc, so, sorry for that!!

Water drips onto the tiled floor as you stand in the broken down bathroom of the apartment. Your hands grip onto the sinks and you look at your puffy, icky complexion.

You'd like to say you had taken the humiliation with grace, just simply walked it off. But you didn't, you couldn't stop the tears falling down you heading home and you're sure if there were anymore tears left to cry you would still be crying.

Honestly though, what were you expecting? You had a feeling something bad would happen, it's the Waynes after all.

Your phone is now unusable so you can't even contact your friends Sherri and Tia, both of whom you haven't spoken to much in the past couple of days.

You feel bad, the girls had been there for you since day 1. You're sure that if you had told them about your hero persona they'd support and try to help you - because that's what friends do.

You sigh as you decide to take a warm shower, you can already tell you're going to get sick but can only hope that somehow the spider bite would stop it from happening too harshly.

The water is warm on your skin as you stand there disassociating. You wish you stay there forever but your parents definitely wouldn't appreciate you raising the water bills.

You get out and dress in something comfortable - and more importantly, dry.

The whole day has been a shitshow and you just want to die. But, you are anything but a quitter - at least, you hope so.

Deciding to open up the laptop you see the time is already 3pm, that means school is out! Sherry and Tia are probably online now, so, you message them on the laptop.

You desperately needed a distraction from everything so Sherri, Tia and you decide to head to a nice cafe - one that doesn't have a bucket of ice cold water waiting to fall on you.

Heading to your room you put on your shoes and fish out $10 from a small piggy bank in your wooden chest. You head to the nearby cafe, a pep in your step as you go.

Meanwhile Duke was hanging out with Steph and Cass, the two girls wanting to invite him along to one of their outings, they had gotten pedicures, did some shopping, walked around a park and were now stopping at a cafe to get some drinks.

They hadn't checked the GC all day - in fact, they had silenced it due to the amount of messages going through.

Steph orders a chocolate milkshake, Cass orders a mint tea and Duke decides to order a hot chocolate. He was meant to be patrolling today but today was oddly peaceful so he decided against it.

The three sit down at a nearby table, unaware of the three people waiting in line behind them.

You however were not so oblivious. As soon as you walk in your face falls and a bad feeling washes over you - something bad is about to happen. Your spidey senses didn't need to enact for you to tell.

Still, you power through. Your friends are excited about this cafe and you don't want to be a buzzkill..

"(Reader)? Helloooo?" Tia waves a hand in front of your face jokingly as you snap out of your dread-filled state. You chuckle and roll your eyes playfully "Stop it Tia! You aren't funny!"

Tia gasps and dramatically puts a hand on her chest and pouts. "(Readerrrrrrr), you're actually so mean! Are you a secret villain or something?"

Before you can respond Sherri comes back, having ordered the drinks for you all. The cafe is crowded and you guys either have the choice of sitting next to a group of suspicious men or the three heroes.

Before you can weigh in Tia and Sherri already move to the table next to Steph, Cass and Duke so you have no choice but to sigh and follow, hoping nothing bad happens.

Duke glances over at the three who had sat at the table next to theirs out of curiosity. Upon seeing (Reader) he stiffens up slightly - out of everyone he's the one who has some of the least beef with (Reader) because he's convinced that if (Reader) just talks to Aranea then they'd stop being such a hater.

Yet, he knows Steph will make a deal of it if she sees (Reader) there, with snarky remarks made loud enough for the other three to hear, glares and dirty looks and possibly even confrontation. Cass wouldn't really react, she doesn't have much of an opinion on (Reader), at least not that she speaks on.

So overall, he's gotta try and not have Steph notice. Luckily, despite the cafe being to busy everyone already had their drinks and food. It was only Duke's group and (Reader)'s group left to be served. And as luck would have it both orders came at the same time.

You're laughing with your friends, trying to not draw attention to yourself - you could feel Duke glancing at you from time to time and pray that he won't start anything.

You get your drink, excited to finally get (Favorite drink) after so long. These days you rarely have the chance to get it, either not having time or not having money.

Sherri is joking around with Tia and you take a sip of your drink, too engrossed with the conversation to notice something off until the third sip.

Pausing you stare down at your drink and lick your lips. "Uh guys, this isn't my drink.." You state, looking at them. Normally it wouldn't be such a big deal but this time it was - you just had three regular sized sips of mint tea.

Mint is an allergy you picked up from the spider bite. Something you are now deathly allergic to.

At the same time Cass has already noticed that it isn't the drink she had ordered. She noticed straight away but Steph was too busy rambling on about some high school drama to let anyone else get a word in.

It's not that big of a deal for her, it's just that this drink wasn't her favorite. Looking to the table next to her she sees (Reader) with their friends, the cafe is very loud so she has to strain to listen to their conversation but by facial expressions alone she can tell.

Nothing good is happening.

Sherri is freaking out, like seriously freaking out. She gets up from her chair and quickly goes to call an ambulance, only stopped by you gripping onto her arm - it's too expensive to go to the hospital by ambulance.

Tia is by your side trying to make sure you stay conscious, she's also searching up remedies to try and help.

Your tongue is swollen, your mouth is itchy and your throat feels like it's closing in. Your abdomen is screaming in pain and you feel like vomiting, you can't breath yet you need to cough. You feel dizzy, your pulse beating slowly in your ears. It's too much..

The commotion draws attention of onlookers including Steph and Duke - Cass was already watching.

Duke is horrified - your face is purple-ish red! You're scratching at your neck like an animal and your friends are freaking out so much that you'd think you were turning into some kind of monster!

Steph is shocked - when did you get there?! Also, whats happening? She doesn't think and just immediately gets her phone out and films it, she knows she should call an ambulance but this could help in the future! Plus, surely someone else had called paramedics.

Cass' eyes are widened in shock, and she feels frozen in place. Her instincts want to kick in, having been skilled in quick response. But she doesn't do anything but stare. Should she do something? Yes. Will she continue to be a bystander? Also yes.

Eventually Duke has enough of people just standing around and watching you have a severe allergic reaction - or atleast, that's what he guesses it is. He steps up to you and gently grabs your arm and pulls you outside. Your friends stay behind to clean up any mess - even though they desperately wanted to follow you and Duke.

An ambulance arrives and Duke sits in the back with you. You're freaking out, he supposes it's due to the allergic reaction. He's only a third right.

In actuality you're freaking out due to the hospital bill - and by extension your parents - as well as the fact that DUKE THOMAS is in the back of an ambulance with you.

Why? You have no clue. Your spidey senses don't go off but you're still scared, you hate the whole Wayne clan with your whole heart. After the issue with Dick today the last thing you need is to be in the back of an ambulance with Duke.

Yet, as your vision fades the last thing you see is Duke's worried face.

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