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saylorsaysstop · 3 months

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He Catches You | Bat Boys 18+

↪ Masterlist (Jason) | Masterlist (Dick)

↪ DICK GRAYSON

He told you it was going to be a late night and not to wait up for him. But that didn't take away the fact you were desperate for relief. It had been a rough day after all

You couldn't stop thinking about the other night when Dick rocked your world to the point you saw stars. Your mind replayed the images of his hands all over you, his lips marking you as his, the way he possessed your body with fire-fueled touches

So out came the vibrator

After you finished up the last of your work, the bright pink toy eyed you until you gave in and picked it up. You planted yourself on the bed and before you knew it, you were on your knees, moaning his name freely into the space of your shared apartment

Time got away from you because that one orgasm wasn't enough. The smell of Dick's aftershave and cologne on the pillow that you stuffed your face against to muffle the cries of pleasure was like a newfound drug that pushed you to the edge over, and over, and over again

Spread out and gripping the edge of the headboard to steady yourself while your other hand worked the vibrator inside of you, you never heard the door unlock. You never heard him step into the house

"Dick, yes! Oh, you're so good to me. Please, please, please. Let me come, Dick. Let me come, I'll be so good for you."

His neck grew hot. His stomach turned a flip. One minute he had a bag slung over his shoulder, the next he was stealthily making his way into the bedroom

His mouth dropped at the sight of your ass tucked into the air, your nails threatening to splinter the wood of the headboard. You needed more

His pants grew insanely tight at the sight of you rubbing your clit in tight circles as you panted his name, your hips starting to roll with the thickness of the toy working inside you

"DICK!"

He prowled to the edge of the bed, his eyes raking over the slick coating your inner thighs. You were almost there. One more orgasm and you'd call it a night

But what you didn't expect was a large, warm hand to dance up the bottom of your spine to your hair

"Look at that... Getting off, are we?"

His words were like a balm soothing your desperate need to come

''Come on, baby. Don't stop. Give me one."

You glanced over your shoulder, seeing your boyfriend's eyes glazed over with one powerful emotion: lust

"Dick, I-"

He instantly shut you up by reaching under you, his clothed front pressing into your naked backside. He used his thumb to play with your clit, adding delicious pressure while he kissed down your spine and watched the toy buzz

"Finish yourself off, baby. Let me see you fall apart... Love knowing you can't help yourself when I'm on patrol. You gonna come, sweet girl? Go on... Lemme play with your clit, help you out a little. You want that?"

Your whimper was the only response he needed before he finished you off in seconds

↪ JASON TODD

You thought you could be sneaky with it and have some fun in the shower before Jason got back

The two of you had argued earlier that morning about him getting hurt and not telling you which led to you not speaking to him. You valued his life like it was your own and you wanted to make sure he was safe on patrol with the boys

To satiate a need that he wasn't there to fulfill right now, you hopped into the shower and found yourself grabbing the detachable showerhead

The moment you put the water pressure on its desired setting, you knew this would be quick, but effective

Although what you didn't expect was for him to get home just as you were in the cusps of a hard orgasm with the showerhead sitting right on your clit. Delicious pulsations overwhelmed you as the coil in your belly tightened, and before you could give your mouth permission, Jason's name was heavy on your lips

"Jay, you feel so good. Please don't stop."

Your mind was flashing with vivid imagery of him railing you into the mattress with your feet sitting on his shoulders, his cock so big and filling that you felt drunk off of it when the night was over

Jason smirked to himself at the sound of your whimpers. He knew you loved that showerhead. He'd used it on you himself after all

Leaning against the doorframe with his shirt already discarded and the strain of his arousal pushing against the metal zipper of his pants, he watched as the fogged-up shower portrayed his favorite movie

His excitement grew when he saw your hand plaster the glass as an earth-shattering moan ricocheted inside the bathroom

"JASON!"

He grew thicker with need and decided enough was enough

"Hey, baby girl... Started the show without me, I see."

You stopped abruptly, the throes of your orgasm releasing you. You weren't embarrassed, not even in the slightest

Wiping your hand across the glass of the shower, your eyes boggled when you saw Jason standing upright in attention, his hand fisting around his cock

"Oh no..."

He smirked like a trickster. He reached you in two strides and yanked open the door. In a flash, he had your chest pressed against the cold tile wall and the showerhead in his grip

"Let's see if I can make you come harder, yeah? Bad girl, thinking just because we had a fight, you think you don't need me. This."

He pressed his length against your backside as he said 'This'

You knew he was going to punish you for it, and oh, you were beyond ready to make it up to him

↪ TIM DRAKE

College was hard and the studying felt like it would be the death of you. Tim was coming over later to help you out but before he did so, you felt the impending urge, the need to relax

As you sat at the kitchen table, unsure of when Tim would be coming through the door, you decided to offer yourself some relief. Maybe a quickie with yourself would be enough to calm your nerves

The moment your hands skated down your exposed belly and dipped underneath the waistband of your shorts, you shuddered from your own touch. There was nothing like Tim's hands on you but when push comes to shove, yours would do just fine

You teased yourself a little until you dipped a finger beneath your underwear to find that the slick had gathered. Collecting it and rubbing your clit in a few gentle circles before tightening up, your lips trembled with a soft moan, your eyebrows pinching together

Somehow you got lost in your touch. You leaned back in your chair and hurriedly shed your shorts. Tim wouldn't be here until later, you told yourself

You propped one foot up on one chair, your other foot on the other, and spread your legs wide. You pushed your fingers into your hot entrance and started rocking your hips back and forth, your cries echoing off the walls as you threw your head back and imagined Tim's hands in place of yours

"Tim, I love your fingers so much. They make me feel so good."

Little did you know though, Tim was standing outside of the door. He heard your moans and he inhaled sharply, the bag containing your favorite snacks as well as dinner balanced in his arms. He wanted you to relax. Now he knew how you needed to relax

He used the spare key you gave him to unlock the door softly. When he walked in and saw your legs spread, feet propped up, and your fingers hurriedly working your clit in circles, he nearly dropped his things

"Tim! I'm gonna come!"

Please do, Tim thought, his throat growing dry

His pants grew tighter and he felt like his t-shirt was suffocating him. So he set the items down in the living room and gently made his way into the kitchen area where you were furiously trying to come

He saw as your fingers exited your entrance, how wet and shiny they were. That's when your eyes caught him and you gasped, throwing your legs down and rushing to cover yourself

"TIM!"

"I didn't... I wasn't... Oh wow, you're so wet. I'm sorry!"

He blinked and watched you with a blush rising to his cheeks. But the ache to taste you- that battle was winning in his mind. So without saying another word, he walked over to you and got on his knees in front of you

"W-what are you doing?"

He spreads your legs and takes a look

"This all for me?"

"Y-yeah?"

"Good girl. So good. Let me help you, sweetheart."

Your eyes widen as Tim dives in, his lips claiming your clit. He wasn't about to pass up this opportunity. He'd finish you off before you could yourself

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emeraldkniight · 10 days

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LIPS RED ENOUGH TO KILL A BIRD !

tim drake x fem!oc

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. . . smut. porn with plot. age gap (the original character is older for 13 years, but Tim is legal age), fem dominance, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, the original character is a villain, probably this may have a part two. Teasing, oral sex, riding, dirty talk, fingering and hair pulling.

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. . . no copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.

𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲. . . as I said in my other posts, English is not my first language. I have tried to make corrections with the translator, but as you all know, it is prone to making mistakes, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or if anything sounds weird.

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲… I had this idea a long time ago and I want to share it with you. On the other hand, I have a few pending requests, but I'm working on all of them, so don't worry. Enjoy, and I hope you like it. 🌷

She was probably the most attractive woman he had ever met.

Don't get him wrong, he could admire the beauty of a female villain without being completely attracted to her. But he swore he had never met anyone like Adeline, known to the Gotham Mafia as "The Queen of Hearts," so fierce and domineering that she could easily take your head off.

Batman had been in contact with her since Dick Grayson was Robin, and Tim had heard stories of her iconic fame throughout his training. She was even described as a woman who used her physical attractiveness as a method of hunting and getting what she wanted.

It was just a rumor. Until Tim Drake finally met her.

She was dangerous. Neither the Falcone family, nor Maroni, nor even Two-Face dared engage in illegal activity in the territories she protected. She ran every criminal organization in Gotham, and the rest were probably just her subjects. Because of this, she has always had an extreme rivalry with Batman, as they competed to be the most feared figures in the city.

And besides, Adeline was fascinated by the hunt, but Batman would never be her prey, but unfortunately the little bird would not have the same luck as the bat.

After a period of apparent inactivity by the Queen of Hearts, during which she was actually plotting in secret, the current Robin was forced to relinquish his mantle to Damian Wayne. Now an independent vigilante, he called himself Red Robin. It was at this moment that the Queen began to play her cards again and regain her influence as the most prominent figure in Gotham's criminal underworld.

These were reasons enough for Red Robin to be forced to investigate her.

It didn't take him long to realize that she was an incredibly smart woman. She managed every part of her plan to perfection. Thanks to old files, he was even able to learn that she built her own empire all by herself, without anyone lifting a finger to help her. She had easily earned her place in Gotham's underworld.

She and her clan were a cancer that Tim Drake had to eradicate from Gotham before it was too late.

Adeline returned to her penthouse that night, and Red Robin waited for her in the shadows of her living room. The apartment was so spacious that only an incredibly paranoid person would think someone was hiding there; she was probably one of those people.

She approached the long leather sofa, her red stiletto heels echoing on the floor with each step. The room was still dark and Tim stood at the far end, admiring her curvaceous, graceful silhouette as she sat down and lit a cigarette.

— Do you smoke? — She asked, aware of the vigilante's presence.

He did not answer.

— Mm... my doctor told me to stop. But it's the only way to calm my anxiety. Strange, isn't it? How many packs of cigars does a Mafia leader have to smoke to be completely calm?

Her voice was just like her: attractive, haughty, and most of all, sharp as a razor or even a playing card.

— You killed five men on the docks last week. I want to know why — He ordered, as if she was somehow obligated to give him answers.

However, she smiled with incredible superiority. Despite the distance, Tim could tell that her lips were painted with a deep red lipstick. She had an exaggerated obsession with the color red, but he couldn't blame her, considering how good it looked on her.

— You know very well, dear little bird, that everything in this world is governed by two things — She said, and started to walk towards the standing figure of Tim, who was standing on the mat in the room. —Love and money... and believe it or not, I am very selective about the things I lend, so you can already guess what happens when someone in this city owes me money for a long time. Bills are bills, Boy Wonder.

Tim was completely silent as soon as he heard the woman say his former nickname. How could she know that he was the former Robin?

— You're wrong about the nickname, Queen. I have no relationship with Robin, let alone Batman.

She approached without taking the smile off her face for a moment. She circled the man's figure, touching his hair with her gloved hand, teasing him.

— Don't try to fool me, Red Robin. I know everything there is to know in this city, which is everything. I know about you, how you were replaced. You were neither the first nor the last Robin Batman had, with the incredibly handsome Nightwing being the first and the red-hooded mercenary the second. If you lift a stone in this city, I know it. I have informants on so many sides, you probably won't know when you meet one. So don't try to play my game with me, I made it, and that's why I always win.

Tim felt like he was being devoured by Adeline's withering gaze every second. He felt cornered, contained, disappointed that he had underestimated her and believed that she didn't know everything about him, his past and his family.

— So... you probably know that I have been investigating you. I've been watching your every move for months.

She moved closer, so close that Tim could have sworn he felt her lipstick on his ear, and whispered:

— On the rooftops, in the windows of the buildings in front of this penthouse, everywhere I go, nothing escapes me, little bird. And although I've always loved the hunt, I must admit that this cat-and-mouse game you're playing is turning me on.

He wasn't quite sure how he had left her apartment that night without being attacked by her henchmen or her guards, but even though she was aware of it, Tim continued to watch her from a distance. He came to believe that the Queen of Hearts was so used to being followed that she didn't even flinch when she learned that she was a victim of it.

She went all over the city, from that fancy bar in Chinatown to certain abandoned businesses in the Warehouse District and finally to the same address as always: her apartment on the east side of the city.

From the moment Tim saw her through the large window, sitting on her couch, he knew Adelaine was waiting for him. With those black eyes, she seemed to be inviting Red Robin to pay her a visit. And under no circumstances could Timothy Drake refuse.

Adeline was not surprised to see the black silhouette in the room again. It would be a lie to say that she had inadvertently neglected the security of her apartment; deep down, she knew that Red Robin was trained to overcome even the tightest security systems. After all, he had been trained by Batman.

— You disabled the alarms. — He said, walking slowly toward her. — Were you expecting visitors?

A mischievous smile lit her lips. He noticed that she looked even more stunning than the last time, even though she was alone in a silk robe and classic red polish on her nails, enjoying a bottle of wine. Without a doubt, she was dazzling.

— Honestly, I was just waiting for you — She admitted, leaving Tim perplexed. — Did you enjoy spying on me from the rooftops today, as usual? This time it was even adorable; no man had ever shown that level of interest in me before.

Red Robin was distracted when he noticed a brown folder on the coffee table that appeared to be a collection of files. Confidently, he picked up the folder, eager to discover its contents.

— What is this? — He asked, lifting the folder so that the distinguished woman could examine it.

— Open it and you will know. No fear, little bird.

As he opened the folder, Tim froze. It contained a detailed file on himself: Timothy Drake Wayne. The document covered his childhood, the death of his parents, his legal adoption by Bruce Wayne, his career as Robin and additional details about his current alias. Unable to react, he simply studied the contents in silence.

Tim placed the documents back on the coffee table and watched her in surprise. He had profoundly underestimated Adeline, even going so far as to think he might be able to surpass her in intelligence and strategy.

— Believe me, I was also surprised to discover that the most influential family of millionaires in the city dressed up as vigilantes and fought crime. — She confessed, her classic red lipstick smile sending shivers down the young man's spine. — Though I must admit I wasn't surprised to discover that Bruce Wayne's third son was my stalker bird, I expected nothing less from a man as formidable as he.

Slowly, she approached him and motioned for him to sit down. Tim felt himself tense, aware that Adeline knew his secret identity. Now it was up to her to decide whether or not to reveal it to the world. He was sure that Adeline would not keep such a revealing secret without getting something in return.

— What do you want from me? — He asked. He was sure that even if she revealed his identity, he would not give in to blackmail or make deals with the mafia.

— Nothing from you. — She replied, approaching him and resting her hand on his knee — What Red Robin or Tim Drake may have is of no interest or use to me. To reveal your identity would expose you to my enemies, and I do not wish to do that. There is, however, something I can offer you.

He was on the verge of despair, convinced that he would have to reject any offer she made. But Adeline was breathtaking. He couldn't help but desire her and wonder what it would be like to feel her red lips and smooth, manicured skin. Her exquisite perfume almost intoxicated him. He knew he was behaving badly and would regret it later, but he thought he should not give in under any circumstances.

The next thing he knew, she was straddling him. Despite his attempts to pull away, Tim's body would not follow the commands of his brain. Instead, she placed her hands on his bare thighs and he closed his eyes, allowing her to devour his neck, leaving marks that would probably last for days.

Her robe had slipped down, revealing red lace underwear that immediately caught Tim's attention. Accustomed to her perfectly clothed body, she looked even more sensual than usual, half naked.

— I... — He hesitated, struggling to control himself. — I shouldn't.

Adeline pulled her lips away from Tim's neck and looked up at him with her classic mischievous smile, although this time her lipstick had smudged a little.

— You shouldn't, but you want to. And we both know you won't be able to resist.

Fuck, she was right. In her presence, Tim felt himself questioning his own intelligence. For a moment he decided to let her be right. After all, as she had told him, the queen of hearts always wins at her own game.

He sealed his lips with hers in a passionate kiss, accepting that he could not resist his urges. He kissed her with the intensity of one who surrenders at the last moment, and she reciprocated with the same fervor, allowing her tongue to meet his.

Tim soon realized that she was in control of the situation. Although they were both on the bed and he was naked, she remained clothed and dominated the scene by being on top of him.

— Fuck, what a good boy — She whispered, leaning down to kiss his chest and trace the contours of his torso with her lips. Tim shivered with excitement as he felt the brush of Adeline's lips on his defined abs, and then her tongue sliding along the curve of his waist. — But too impatient, I see.

Tim quickly grabbed a pillow to cover his face and muffle his moans. At that moment, Adeline descended until she was in front of his thighs and saw his towering erection, dripping with pre-cum.

A smile lit up her face. Gently, she began to caress him, instantly sensing the pleasure Tim was getting from her caresses and the woman's graceful movements. He moaned intensely against the fabric of the pillow and moved instinctively to pull her closer.

— Fuck, fuck... — He groaned, biting his lip.

Tim looked up and watched as Adeline stroked his hair, her eyes fixed on his body. Her hands moved gently down his cock, even going so far as to gently circle the head. From her perspective, the image was stunning; she had never been with a man in his twenties who looked so incredibly attractive. Despite his disheveled hair and the beads of sweat that accentuated his toned abs, he looked magnificent.

— Fuck, baby bird, you couldn't look hotter. — She told him, leaving short kisses on both sides of his inner thighs. — I want to devour you.

Immediately, Tim brought his hands up to Adeline's hair as she worked on his erection. Through her underwear, he could see the obvious wetness that showed her arousal. Meanwhile, she watched him enjoy her action and noticed the veins in his arms stand out as he held her hair.

Although she was an expert at it, she found it difficult to get something that big into her mouth without running the risk of gagging. Although the idea turned her on, she would not allow Tim to fuck her mouth. She was in charge, so things would be done her way.

— I'm going to cum. — He moaned loudly.

Since discovering her sexual attraction, she had found that she had a weakness for male moans. Tim's moans, however, were different; they were so hot that they completely captivated her.

— Hang in there like a big boy. — She said, pulling away for a moment to look at him — You'll have to fill me up later.

Tim was overcome with despair. He didn't know how long he could keep his cock in the woman's mouth before he climaxed and spurted down her throat.

He began to recall unpleasant moments in his life, hoping to distract himself and extend the time. After barely two minutes, however, he realized that he couldn't hold out much longer and that if she was going to fuck him, she should start now.

— Fuck me now, please. — He begged, almost crying. — I don't think I can resist much longer.

She paused for a moment and pulled away to remove the rest of her clothes. Then she approached him again and straddled him.

Tim watched her and was shocked to see her naked and realize how unbelievable it was that a woman like her was with him. Especially considering that although he was of age, she probably still thought of him as a young man.

— All right, baby bird. You've done surprisingly well. And for your good fortune, I usually reward those who behave.

Without thinking too much about it, she moved gracefully on his hips, allowing him to fill her completely. In a way, it was she who was enjoying herself, moving her hips to enjoy herself and at the same time to see him enjoying as well.

Tim struggled inside, aware that she was in control, but wanting to please her at the same time. He considered sliding his fingers to her pussy, and to his relief, Adeline moved to allow his touch.

As he had suspected, she was completely wet. Her clit responded immediately to his caresses, causing her to tremble with pleasure, which made her moan softly. Meanwhile, Tim caressed her throbbing clit with his fingers while Adeline's hips continued to move on him.

— Who assured you that keeping your identity secret would be free, little bird?

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ellieshand · 1 year

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MY CURRENT WIPS !!

ellie williams x reader | when we all fall asleep, where do we go?

ellie williams x reader | but little do we know, the stars welcome her with open arms

ellie williams x reader | your girlfriend calls me daddy*

ellie williams x oc | up all night, i won't quit i’m thinking i’m gonna steal you from him*

*smut

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ponyosfrogg · 10 months

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INBETWEEN

Summary: You wake up with no memory of who you are. Determined to find the truth and unveiling mysteries, you also test familial bonds.

Pairings (?): This is the first part of Tim Drake x Reader fanfic. Thinking about enemies to lovers dynamic. There will be a lot of mystery, angst, fluff and eventual smut.

Author Note: In this fic they don't have a lot of age gap but since i don't like the specific age mentioned in fics, i won't be saying anything about it. It's the first chapter of a long series. It's a Female wayne! fic. And English is not my first language, my work might have a lot of mistakes, sorry about them in advance. I hope you guys enjoy it, this fic holds a special part in my heart!

Warning: Some of the themes and contents written in this fic might be upsetting for some of the readers, read at your own risk. Some parts have strong language.

Damian paced anxiously in the green room, his mind filled with worry. Although he tried to hide it, his hands were sweaty with fear. His sister was laying unconscious on the white bed, and he felt a pang of guilt knowing that he had failed to protect her once again. He loved his sister more than anything, perhaps even more than himself.

Dick couldn't bear to see Damian's distressed state any longer. He continued to stroke your hair without removing his hand and called out to Damian, "Don't worry, I'm sure she'll be fine." At that point, even his optimistic personality was struggling. The worried child became even more angry at the calm reassurance. "Don't tell me not to worry! She's been unconscious for nearly four hours now, and the fucking person who did this is watching from the corner of the room!" Clenching his teeth, Damian attempted to approach Tim, but Jason blocked his path. "Calm down, kid. He said he didn't do it on purpose. You know better than anyone what happens when we are sparring. "

"It doesn't matter if he didn't do it on purpose! If she doesn't wake up, I'll kill him.." Tim replied nonchalantly. "Feel free to try, devil." Rolling his eyes without an attempt to hide it. These words and this attitude triggered Damian. If there's one thing you need to know about Damian, it's that he is an impatient person. Just as he was preparing to jump on Tim, Dick's firm voice stopped everyone. "She's waking up!"

You opened your eyes with a sharp pain in your head. It felt like a heavy train had passed over your body over and over again. The pain in your head enveloped your neck and entire body. As you attempted to sit up slowly, a few hands pushed you back onto the bed. "It's too early for you to get up." A voice you didn't recognize spoke in a reassuring tone. You struggled to part your lips and asked the question. "Where am I?" You had a thirst which made you feel like you've never drunk any water for your whole life now.

"You're with me." A younger voice spoke and you felt someone holding your hand. The voice felt very familiar yet distant. You fully opened your eyes and saw the faces standing before you. There was a boy (?) or just a young looking man holding your hand and the other guy sitting next to you watched you with smile. When you tried to pull your hand away and move back, your head throbbed with pain and you let a painful whimper leave your lips. "Who are you both?" You sat up more in bed and tried to distance yourself from them as much as possible. The young boy who had held your hand lost his smile because of your reaction.

"I'm Damian, don't you remember me?." As the child approached the bed, you retreated further as if you could merge into the wall. Seeing this, the older looking guy who stood next to you, slightly taller than the others, stopped Damian. "Can you tell us the last thing you remember, sweetheart?" His voice, his gentle manners and probably good-looking face helped calm you down a bit. You tried to think about the last thing you remembered, but your mind felt completely blank. And every time you tried to think, an incredible pain pierced your head. It was as if something didn't want you to remember, as if someone had come and stolen all of your memories.

"I don't remember anything.." You struggled to utter those few words. "Nothing.." The last thing you said seemed more like an attempt to convince yourself. Nothing? You were undeniably completely confused, and there was an immense pain in your head. If there wasn't an open wound, how could it hurt so much? Yet, you still put your hand on your head just to make sure.

Damian's eyebrows furrowed, almost covering his green eyes. He spoke with anger almost spitting out every word, "Did you cause her a fucking memory loss?!" He yelled loudly and lunged at the boy who was slightly taller than him standing at the corner of the room. Suddenly they were literally fighting with each other which caught you off guard. With fear you widened your eyes. The boy, whom you had just noticed, tried to intervene. He had black hair with a white part on the front that rested just above his forehead. He was wearing a black leather jacket and black jeans, giving him a biker-like appearance. The ugly sound of punches hitting the flesh from Damian's strikes made you even more frightened, and the guy standing next to you yelled, "You are scaring her!"

Damian struggled to control his anger and stood up. His knuckles were in great pain, but it was the least of his concerns. As he was about to approach the bed where his dear sister lay, Dick once again stopped him this time with his hand. "Leave the room." His authoritative voice commanded Damian once more, causing his cheeks to flush with anger. "You can't tell me what to do, she is my sister."

Dick took a deep breath and tried to calm down. He had become the fucking babysitter of these kids even though they were almost a grown ass man "She is not just your sister Damian. What you're doing right now is nothing but scaring her."

As Damian's attention came over you again, he easily could see the fear growing in your eyes. It wasn't something he was used to. He had witnessed this look of yours only three times in his life: the night both of your grandfather died when you found his body repeatedly stabbed, a loud thunderstorm when you were six or so, and now. He hated that look because it usually meant something uncontrollable was happening and he didn't like to lose control. He hated that he wasn't able to be there and protect you. He hated every second of it. Under normal circumstances, all he could do was hold you and reassure you that everything would be alright, that he would protect you forever, even though getting physically involved or showing affection to people openly wasn't his style. That was usually enough to calm you down, although it wouldn't stop you from crying. Damian, on the other hand, would just hold you for hours and let you cry in his arms until you felt better. Maybe even for hours, you would allow yourself to cry in his arms. Some of your family members were saying this connection was because you were twins and some of them were saying it was because how you guys only had each other at a certain point but no, that wasn't it. Both if you shared something more than that, a connection. He could feel whenever you were sad, and when you were in pain, it was also his pain. Calling it a twin-bond was nothing enough to explain how he felt about you. You were his family, you were his sister: his beloved sister. He would come to you when he had a problem, he would come to you when he was happy, he would come to you when he was overwhelmed by everything. You were his safe space, just like him being your safe space too. Now was the time you needed him the most, and why couldn't Dick see that? Why didn't he understand that all you needed was for him to hold you and give you hope that everything would heal?

Interrupting his thoughts, Jason's hand found his shoulder. "It's confusing for all of us to have this situation. For now, we should let Dick stay with her and let him understand her condition." Damian didn't want to leave your side, but he understood the underlying truth behind Jason's words. It might be something small, or maybe something big, but whatever it was, Dick needed to talk to you to understand what was going on. Although he wanted this position himself, he knew he was too angry for it at the moment. He was doing this for your sake and your well-being. While still facing Dick, he moved closer to you. "I'll be back soon.." When he was about to kiss your forehead, the lack of love and the frightened expression on your face appeared which prevented him to show any affection. He wouldn't want to do something that could hurt you. He said nothing more and decided to leave the room just for now.

I'm Dick," he said, as his blue eyes narrowed with compassion. You looked at him with empty eyes and asked, "Is it always like this?" He contented himself with a smile in response to what you said. "Yes, don't you remember who you are? Anything at all?" From the question he asked you, you could understand that he was one of the people who struggled the most with the situation you were in you can't help yourself but feel a little bit of guilt again. "No, I'm sorry..." You felt like you were in the middle of nothingness. Nothing meant anything to you, and nothing seemed important. The faces you saw, the arguments you watched, all passed before your eyes like you were watching some kind of movie. But every time you searched your mind, what you found inside your head was a void much greater than the emptiness you felt on your chest.

He smiled at you again and reached out his hand to hold yours. "We should meet again then, I'm Richard Grayson, but you can call me Dick. I'm your big brother," he said. You nodded your head in response to what he said and extended your hand. When your hands disappeared in his large hands, he smiled at you again. His white teeth shimmered like pearls.

You looked at him for a moment. He had a slightly tanned skin. He had navy blue eyes and black hair. His haircut was somewhat long, falling towards his ears and upper parts of his neck. He was wearing a partially tight light blue t-shirt that accentuated the color of his eyes and hinted at his regular exercise routine. "I don't want to confuse your mind too much; family ties can be a bit complicated." As he ran his hand through his nape and shyly took his eyes to check the wall, you couldn't help but smile. "Do you feel better?" You understood that he was referring to your recent panic attack. "Yes."

There was still some hesitancy within you. One part of you was urging you to run away, while the other insisted on staying. You didn't know where you were, who these people were, and staying here didn't seem like an appealing option. Nothing made sense to you, and you felt like a newborn baby, everything feeling foreign and distant, far from a comfortable environment. When he noticed you are drowning in your mind, he approached to comfort you, but you instinctively backed off towards the wall. "I'm sorry... There's no need to be afraid of us. We mean no harm." He distanced himself a bit to help you relax, and the front of his bed was completely open. Slowly, you let your feet dangle off the bed and stand up. Even that simple movement caused your whole body to tremble. The idea of a train passing over you was becoming more appealing every minute; this pain and hurting seemed inexplicable otherwise. Your eyes began to wander around the room.

You were staying in a room where green was dominant. The walls were dark green. The room was illuminated by a dim yellow light coming from a large crystal chandelier. Years ago, you and Damian had changed the room's lighting to yellow, as you had discovered that yellow light was much easier on the eyes compared to white light. However, this information was not in your mind at the moment beside your whole life's memory.

Right next to your bed, there was a large wooden wardrobe. You wrapped your fingers around the handle and opened it. It was filled with clothes, leaving no empty space. Colorful fabric pieces patiently waited to be worn inside the dark brown wooden wardrobe. There were pictures hanging on the wardrobe door. In one of them, you were with the white-haired boy from earlier. It looked like you were playing PlayStation together. You had raised your right fist in a victorious pose, while the boy next to you furrowed his brows. The photo was taken from a distance.

Just below that picture was a selfie with an older looking man. He looked like he was quite nice and kind. You had raised two fingers to make a piece sign this time and smiled broadly. He, on the other hand, displayed a content smile and looked at the camera. "This is Alfred." You hadn't noticed that he had come up behind you while you were looking at the photos. Dick placed his finger on the picture of the boy above. "And this is Jason."

Although you felt the knowing feeling about names, you weren't be able to quite put your finger on it.

The next picture was taken from far. Someone was carrying you on a bridal style and looking at the camera. it seemed like you were trying your best to not to fall from his arms so you were kind of blurry. His green eyes seemed very warm unlike Damian's. You could almost sense it through the picture. He also had lots of freckles which gave him a lot warmer look. There was a note under the photo: 'Toronto'

"This is Bart Allen, he is a close friend of yours." You just nod. You could feel the awkwardness since he was telling about all these stuff, even though they were hanging on the wall in your room. You felt like all these pictures actually should brought something back.

Another picture was also taken from far. You were standing right between two beautiful woman. Although both of them had red hair, one of them had a darker color. the other one just had a red-ish color just like ginger. They were smiling widely while you were laughing, both of them hugging you. Dick put his finger just on a woman with darker hair. "This is Kate" and slide it over the other one. "This is Barbara."

Under that, there was another picture of you this time with Damian. You guys were sitting on a couch and had a cat between two of you. Even though it was a selfie, you could see both of your bodies thanks to camera's angle. Damian was smiling and had a black shirt on him with capital letters 'Uncle Damian' written on it. You were wearing the same shirt that says mother and even the cat also had one. It was so hard to believe that this Damian was the same person you saw earlier. In this picture he seemed so relaxed, happy?

Dick might have read your mind since he started talking: "Yeah, it must be hard for you to believe but just so you know, he loves you a lot that is why he was angry earlier." then he stopped for a minute before starting to talk again: "to be honest he is always angry." there was an awkward laugh after that. There was another picture next to yours and Damian's, it was with Dick.

He was wearing some kind of apron that says 'World's Greatest Grandma' on it. He was holding a pot and you had eggs in your hand, showing them off to your camera.

The inside of the wardrobe was filled with many pictures. Most of them included of Jason, Damian, and Dick, but you didn't continue looking because these pictures were reminders of the large part of your life that you had forgotten. You felt like shit, and still, a small part of you insisted that these things couldn't be true. You felt like a reader who was reading other people's stories. You couldn't tell if you were really in the present moment or if you were just having a simple dream, though, a nightmare would be more true. Everything felt so terrifying. Perhaps it was because of the guilt you placed on the memories you couldn't recall, or maybe it was due to the uneasiness from the fight you had witnessed some moments ago. When you found yourself taking a deep breath and pinching the bridge of your nose, as if trying to calm yourself down, you continued shaking your head and looking at the pictures. Dick opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to distract you, again:

" Almost everyone in these pictures are your siblings" he said, and your eyes widened in disbelief. You couldn't contain your astonishment. "Our parents must have worked really hard," slipped out of your mouth involuntarily, and Dick burst into a loud laughter, finding it the funniest thing in the world. After laughing for a few seconds, he composed himself and responded to you. "No, we're all adopted." he said. Then he paused for a moment and continued, "Well, except for Damian and you. You guys are biological siblings, twins to be exact." You nodded your head. Maybe that's why he was so tense. Although you couldn't fully grasp the topic of the fight, you found yourself involuntarily understanding his displayed behavior. Then he pointed his index finger at another picture on the other door of the wardrobe. "This is your mother," he said as he directed your attention to the picture. You saw one of the most beautiful women you've ever seen (you wouldn't remember even if you saw something prettier tho). Her green eyes were as sharp as Damian's. Her brown hair reached her waist, and the leather jacket she wore gave her a completely different aura. Despite her captivating gaze, the underlying danger could be easily sensed. This woman exuded an image of 'I love you, but i have no hesitation about killing you.' As you looked at her, a strange feeling arose within you. Longing? Guilt? No, it was neither of those. It was fear.

You closed the wardrobe door and continued to exploring the room. Similar pictures to the ones in the wardrobe were all over the walls. Then you noticed the bed standing on the right side. Unlike your bed, it was pitch black. Several katanas were hanging on the wall by on his bedside. His wardrobe was at the foot of the bed and, compared to yours, it was smaller and longer. When Dick noticed where you were looking, he felt the need to explain once again. "Damian is a little bit particular about this situation, he didn't want your rooms to be separated." You walked over to his area and looked at a few pictures hanging there. "You really love taking pictures," he said, and you felt a bit odd when he mentioned your characteristic to you, noticing his own awkwardness too as he moved behind you. "You have pictures with almost everyone." As you quickly scanned the walls of the room, you saw more pictures. While you were observing them, Dick's phone rang, and he asked for your permission to leave the room and without waiting for an answer he left.

While you were watching the pictures on the wall, there was a great chaos in the room below. Jason had informed Bruce about the incident and Bruce said he was going to come as soon as he could but since he was on a mission at the space station with Justice League, Jason wasn't seeing this happening anytime close. Meanwhile, Damian had tried to attack Tim seven more times, engaging in powerful fights that turned the entire room into a battlefield. While Jason tried to keep them apart, he was complaining about the situation and wishing he could use his weapons on them. He was too old for this fucking family drama.

"What is your problem!" Jason couldn't hold his anger anymore, tired of this bullshit. He knew how you were important to Damian but you were also important for them. Blood doesn't mean a shit. And fighting with each other? No it wasn't going to solve anything.

"My problem is Tim! He punched her so hard that she lost her fucking memory! Do you know how much power does he need to fucking achieve that Jason!" At this point he was breathing out fire. Yes, being angry was part of his character now but he never felt more angry all of his life. He didn't know if he was angry at Tim or himself or maybe even her sister for forgetting her. Even though he knew it wasn't in her hands to decide whether she was going to forget about him or not, how could she? They were together since they were born, they did everything together and now she wasn't even remembering her. He was angry at Tim for punching so hard, even though he was aware of the fact that you were way stronger than he could see, and even though this kind of mistakes could happen when they were sparring, it still was over using his power. Most importantly: he was angry at himself for letting you getting hurt.

"We were sparring for god's sake! I still have the fucking bruise from sparring with you last time. It's completely normal, stop blaming me!" Tim yelled this time. Jason sat on the couch and sighed.

"It is going to be a fucking long night."

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theyraylovehate · 1 year

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Wheel of Fan Fiction Masterlist

Smut 🔥

Fluff 🌸

Angst 💧

*This is like brand new so most of the characters won't have anything just yet*

•Stranger things

-Billy Hargrove

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-Robin Buckley (Fem/NB only)

-Argyle

-Johnathan Byers

-Nancy Wheeler

-Jim Hopper

-Joyce Byers

-001/Henry

-Will Byers (No smut)

-Mike Wheeler (No smut)

-Max Mayfield (No smut)

Hateful Cuddling - Female reader 🌸

-Dustin Henderson (No smut)

-Lucas Sinclair (No smut)

-Eleven (Jane) Hopper (No smut)

•Marvel

-Iron Man/Tony Stark

-Captian America/Steve Rogers

-Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff

-Hawkeye/Clint Barton

-Hulk/Bruce Banner

-Thor

-Loki

-Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

-Black Panther/T'challa

-Doctor Strange/Steven Strange

-Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

-Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

-Starlord/Peter Quill

-Gamora

-Spiderman/Peter Parker

-Falcon/Sam Wilson

-War Machine/James Rhodes

-Valkyrie (Fem/NB only)

•X-Men

-Professor X/Charles Xavier

-Magneto/Erik Lensherr

-Wolverine/James Howlett

-Quicksilver/Peter Maximoff

-Rogue

-Jean Grey

-Storm/Ororo Munroe

-Cyclops/Scott Summers

-Mystique/Raven

-Beast/Henry "Hank" McCoy

-Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner

-Havok/Alexander Summers

•DC/Young Justice

-Batman/Bruce Wayne

-Superman/Clark Kent

-The Flash/Barry Allen

-Aquaman/Authur Curry

-Cyborg/Victor Stone

-Joker/Jack Oswald White

-Harley Quinn/Harleen Quinzel

-Wonder Woman/Diana Prince

-DeadShot/Floyd Lawton

-Kid Flash/Wally West

-Nightwing (Robin #1)/ Dick Grayson

-Red Hood (Robin #2)/ Jason Todd

-Robin (#3)/ Tim Drake

-Beast Boy/Garfield Logan

-Superboy/Johnathan "Jon" Kent

-Artemis/Artemis Crock

-Red Arrow/Roy Harper

-Green Arrow/Oliver Queen

-Black Canary/Dinah Lance

-Miss Martian/Megan Morse

-Aqualad/Kaldur'ahm

•Umbrella Academy

-Luther Hargreeves (#1)

-Diego Hargreeves (#2)

-Allison Hargreeves (#3)

-Klaus Hargreeves (#4)

-Five Hargreeves (#5)

-Ben Hargreeves (#6)

-Viktor Hargreeves (#7)

-Marcus Hargreeves (#1)

-Fei Hargreeves (#3)

-Alphonso Hargreeves (#4)

-Sloan Hargreeves (#5)

-Jayme Hargreeves (#6)

-Lila Aryu

-The Handler

•Harry Potter

-Harry Potter

-Ron Weasley

-Hermione Granger

-Fred Weasley

-George Weasley

-Ginny Weasley

-Draco Malfoy

-Sirius Black (Older)

-Cedric Diggory

-Oliver Wood

-Neville Longbottom

-Luna Lovegood

-Remus Lupin (Older)

-Nymphadora Tonks

-Lucious Malfoy (Older)

-Narcissa Malfoy (Older)

-Severus Snape (Older)

-Bill Weasley

-Charlie Weasley

•Marauders

-James Potter

Friendly Love - Male reader 🌸

-Lily Evans

-Sirius Black

-Remus Lupin

-Severus Snape

-Regulus Black

-Lusious Malfoy

-Narcissa Black

-Peter Pettigrew

•Greek Mythology

-Zeus

-Hades

-Posideon

-Apollo

-Hera

-Persephone

-Ares

-Athena

-Demeter

-Aphrodite

-Artemis

-Dionysus

-Hermes

•Divergent

-Beatrice "Tris" Prior

-Caleb Prior

-Eric

-Peter

-Christina

-Will

-Tobias "Four"

-Zeke

Zip line of Love - Nonbinary Reader (Requested) 🌸

-Uriah

•Star Wars

-Anakin Skywalker

-Luke Skywalker

-Leia Organa

-Han Solo

-Obi-Wan Kenobi

-Kylo Ren

•Supernatural

-Dean Winchester

-Sam Winchester

-Castiel

-Crowley

-Lucifer

-Rowena MacLeod

-Gabriel

-Charlie Bradbury (Fem/NB only)

-Chuck Shurley

-Jody Mills

-Ellen Harvelle

-Kevin Tran

•The Walking Dead

-Rick Grimes

-Daryl Dixon

-Glenn Rhee

-Carl Grimes

-Maggie Greene

-Negan

-Michonne

-Shane Walsh

-Rosita Espinosa

-Carol Peletier

-Paul "Jesus" Monroe

-Abraham Ford

‐Tara Chambler (Fem/NB only)

-Enid

-Ezekiel

-Aaron (Masc/NB only)

•The Walking Dead Game

-Clementine

-Lee

-Kenny

-Luke

-Javier

-Gabriel

-Kate

-Louis

-Omar

-Ruby

-Mitch

-Marlon

-Violet (Fem/NB only)

IT (2017)

-Richie Tozier

-Beverly Marsh

-Eddie Kaspbrak

-Bill Denbrough

-Stanley Uris

-Ben Hanscom

-Henry Bowers

-Mike Hanlon

-Patrick Hockstetter

-Victor Criss

-Belch Huggins

•Desendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Ben

-Jay

-Jane

-Chad

-Doug

-Lonnie

-Carlos

-Uma

-Harry Hook

-Gil

•Maze Runner

-Newt

-Minho

-Gally

-Teresa

-Alby

-Chuck

-Brenda

-Aris

-Thomas

-Frypan

-Jorge

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 1 year

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The Graduate

by allblessingstoyou

Reader is attending Gotham University with Tim and Steph, who invite her to hide away from her family at Wayne Manor for summer; Reader's old professor, Mr. Todd - whom she had feelings for - would return to Wayne Manor for a visit.

Words: 3714, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of Read It and Weep

Fandoms: Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Batman: Wayne Family Adventures (Webcomic), Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Stephanie Brown, steph brown, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Professor!Jason Todd, Reader

Relationships: Jason Todd x Reader, jason todd x plus size reader - Relationship

Additional Tags: professor!jason todd - Freeform, college professor!jason todd, Jason Todd is Not Red Hood, Jason Todd Has a Heart, explicit content, Oral Sex, oral sex (male receiving), oral sex (female receiving), Reader doesn't know about the batfamily, plus size reader, reader is chubby, i make a note of this bc it's mentioned in the smut, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/46651177

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

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luminouslywriting · 2 years

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Rules/Characters I Write For

1. I will not be writing any smut, so don't ask for it....spice on the other hand (totally allowed :)

2. All imagines will be directed towards the reader who is a female or gender neutral. This means I AM NOT inserting names or personalized characters that you, the reader comes up with.

Example: Y/N can be the sibling of (insert character), but she/they will not have a name that you request

Bad Example: Lyssa is the sister of (insert character), and here's her entire backstory...etc.

3. Please be respectful and don't steal from me. It takes me time to come up with these ideas.

4. I have the right to reject any requests/imagines/preferences that I feel uncomfortable writing about.

5.. Your request may require me to get more information from you about the idea you have or the character you want said reader to end up with.

6. Occasionally I do talk about mature subjects such as depression, self-harm, eating disorders, bullying, etc. I will have trigger warnings posted at the beginning of each chapter.

7. I am in college and this takes me a long time to write out sometimes. Please be patient and understanding.

Characters I Write For:

MCU: (Note that I will do familial/platonic female characters x reader)

Example: (Can I get a Natasha Romanoff x daughter reader?)

-Tony Stark

-Steve Rogers

-Peter Parker

-Thor

-Loki

-Bucky Barnes

-Scott Lang

-T'Challa

-Moon Knight

(Note that I will do Agents of Shield Team imagines, that means it's not relationships, but the entire team) Example: (Can I get a AOS team x anxious reader?)

(Also accepting requests for Alex Summers/Havok)

BATFAMILY: (Note that I will do familial/platonic female characters x reader) (These will include Kate Kane, Barbara Gordon, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, and Selina Kyle)

-Bruce Wayne (Gotham and other versions)

-Dick Grayson

-Jason Todd

-Tim Drake

-Damian Wayne

YOUNG JUSTICE/Live Action Titans/Teen Titans

-Dick Grayson

-Wally West

-Conner Kent

-Roy Harper

-Tim Drake

-Bart Allen

-Team Imagines (As a group, usually platonic)

-Female YJ Characters in familial or platonic ways

-Robin (Teen Titans Version)

-Nightwing (Titans)

-Jason Todd (Titans)

-Garfield Logan (Titans)

-Superboy (Titans)

NARNIA: (NOTE THAT I WILL DO PLATONIC/FAMILIAL FEMALE IMAGINES/X READERS)

-Peter Pevensie

-Edmund Pevensie

-Caspian

-The Pevensie Siblings (platonically or familial)

PERCY JACKSON: (NOTE THAT I WILL DO PLATONIC/FAMILIAL FEMALE IMAGINES/X READERS)

-Percy Jackson

-Luke Castellan

-Jason Grace

-Leo Valdez

-Frank Zhang

-The 7

-Any other characters will have to be specifically requested and I reserve the right to reject the request

HARRY POTTER: NOTE THAT I WILL DO PLATONIC/FAMILIAL FEMALE IMAGINES/X READERS)

-Harry Potter

-Fred Weasley

-George Weasley

-Draco Malfoy

-Golden Trio Era (Group/platonic)

-Newt Scamander

-Theseus Scamander

-Scamander Era (Group/Platonic)

-James Potter

-Sirius Black

-Remus Lupin

-Regulus Black

-Marauders Era (Group/Platonic)

STAR WARS: NOTE THAT I WILL DO PLATONIC/FAMILIAL FEMALE IMAGINES/X READERS, INCLUDES: LEIA, PADME, AHSOKA, REY, HERA, SABINE, AND OTHERS IF SPECIFIED)

-Obi-Wan Kenobi

-Anakin Skywalker

-Kanan Jarrus/Caleb Dume

-Ezra Bridger

-Luke Skywalker

-Han Solo

-Finn

-Poe Dameron

-Kylo Ren

-Prequels Trio (Platonically): Obi-Wan, Anakin, Padme

-Original Trio (Platonically): Leia, Luke, and Han

-Sequels Trio (Platonically: Rey, Finn, and Poe

STRANGER THINGS: (NOTE THAT I WILL DO PLATONIC/FAMILIAL FEMALE IMAGINES/X READERS)

Note that 90% of these will be friendship x readers

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-The kids (Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Will, El, Max, and Erica) (WILL BE PLATONIC/SIBLING/FRIENDSHIP)

#starwars #youngjustice #marvel #harrypotter #percyjackson #narnia #batfam

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daydreams-to-passages · 14 days

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Hello I'm Day! She/He/They pronouns!

This blog is exactly as it sounds. I write one-shot or short stories based on my hyperfixations.

My inbox is open ! Feel free to send in a request

My longer stories or all my stories can be found on ao3!

What I do write

Fluff

Angst

Crossovers!

AUs!

What I don't write:

Smut (of any kind),

Yandere (just not my cup of tea.

Fandons

Danny Phantom ( Danny ) [current hyperfixation]

DC ( Batman: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Duke Thomas, The Flash TV show: Barry Allen, Wally West, Bart, Green Arrow TV show: Oliver Queen, Roy Harper ) [current hyperfixation]

PJO (Percy Jackson, Leo Valdez)

Spiderverse ( Miles Morales, Pavitar )

Twisted Wonderland [will not write for anymore.]

More Fandom to be added later!

Current To-Do List!

DP fic - The Ordinary Life of Extra Female Student 9.

DP fic - Dear My Soulmate (OC + Reader insert versions)

DC fic - The Girl Friend ( Reader x Tim Drake)

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funnyexel · 2 years

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Mrs. Wayne

Summary: (Copy and Paste) I’m doing something very different for this story. I don’t know how long it’ll last for but hopefully long enough to get the message across. I am not going to be displaying the summary until the very end of this story. I’d like for everyone to guess. All I will say about this story is by the end you (Black Female Reader) will be married to Bruce Wayne (Batman) thus the title. One more note : **THIS IS A FANFICTION MADE FOR BLACK FEMALE WOMEN** I want to make this very clear!

Hey there! You might like this -> Mega List Masterlist

*THIS IS PART 3*

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They stare at each other, horrified at what they just witnessed. “Someone has to check on her.” Duke says. “You think?” Jason questions looking to Damian and Cass. Damian shrugs. Bruce gets out his seat and looks to Dick, without another word being uttered they both get in the elevator. Quickly running up the stairs, Bruce bursts through their bedroom doors, seeing a perfectly made up bed. He descends the stairs, Dick not in sight. He activates his coms. “Dick, check the west wing. I’ll check the east.” He turns his speed walk into a full on run. “On it.”

‘Please god, Y/n be alright.’ He repeated in his head. Going into each door with ease. Nothing. “Some of the doors are locked in the west wing, I’m gonna need some help.” Bruce ran to Dick in record time and helped him with the door. “Stop.” Bruce suddenly says to Dick, putting a finger to his ear as a jester for him to listen. “please! leave me alone!” Bruce runs towards the voice...your voice. Muffled but heard. “Someone! Please!” He turns around, hearing your voice the clearest in the door behind him. Unlocking the door in a panic, he sees your body lifeless on the floor. “be alive. be alive.” He repeats aloud without knowing as he throws himself at you, feeling your pulse.

It was faint but it was there. Hoisting you up in his arms, he takes you down to the cave. So focused on you, the others were trying to figure out what happened but all that came out to him was muffled background voices. Placing you on the med table with the up most care, he attaches patches to your body to monitor your heart. “Come on.” The muffled voices were slowly becoming clearer to him. “We still have to patrol. He will be fine with her.” And with that the voices turned to inaudible sound as he kept his eyes on you. He was now alone. At least, he felt that way. Its dark and cold. He hasn’t felt this way since the day you walked into his life....that heavenly day.

“Master Wayne. You cannot keep this up. You’ll have to see a doctor soon.” Alfred urged him. In those days, he really should have listened to Alfred given now his body isn’t as it used to be. It was nighttime and he needed an adrenaline kick. He stopped at some random café that you were working at. He walked through the door. That annoying bell that you’ve heard all day rang once more. “We’re closing.” You say putting the last chairs on the table. “Do you have any time for one coffee.” He says. You sigh and roll your shoulders. “Sure. I apologize but I’m not taking any complicated orders.”

You say not yet turning around as you make your way to the counter. If life was a cartoon he’d have a poster behind him saying “love struck” in big letters. That’s how he felt when he saw you and your eyes, that could pierce through any harden soul. “How do you want the coffee?” He snaps out the trance at your question. “Dark.” You nod and proceed to make the coffee. On the inside you couldn’t help but squeal at the fact THE BRUCE WAYNE is in the café you work at, right now. Mostly because you’d brag about it in the morning to your other coworkers.

“Here’s your Dark coffee.” You place the coffee on the counter and await pay. “Do I have to pay extra for the lid or?” He says in an almost teasing tone. “oh, right! The lid.” You scramble for the plastic piece, putting it on the cup. “Sorry.” You give a simple smile, taking the money off the counter and putting it in the register. He responds to your kind jester with a wave as he exits the small shop, almost bumping into the door on the way out. You cover your chuckle at the sight.

He misses your warmth. The light you’d bring into a dark room. The dumb light hearted things you would say in an awkward or tense situation. “Y/n, please wake up.” He’d never beg a day in his life but here he is, doing it for you without a second thought. He needed to call someone, then again he couldn’t even bring himself to move away from the table you lay. He got comfortable on a chair he dragged to the table. His eyes flickered from the monitors displaying your health to you, breathing soundly and peacefully. His rough palm stroked your soft cheek. ‘You did always obsess over your skin. I think it’s just perfect.’

He smiles at this. He thought everything about you was perfect, even though you’d stress about yourself every night. If your smile was crooked, if your body wasn’t the ideal body, if your skin wasn’t great and other things. He’d try his best to reassure you every night with words, body language and other activities. He felt a soft tug at the bottom of his shirt. He moved his hand from your cheek to your hand and held it. “Y/n? Sweets?” He spoke in a low tone. A small smile creep to your lips. “I like..it when you call...me that.” You whispered with pauses between your words, giving his hand a soft squeeze.

He smiled brightly like a child, hearing your voice. Soon after your hand went limp in his, the lines on the monitor with the pulses that represented your heart rate went still. Time stopped for him. That pure little smile still displayed on your face. “No. No. No. You’re not leaving me.” He reaches under the table and grabs the defibrillator, turning it on. He rubs the pieces together and shocks your chest. He does it again, switching it to a higher setting. “Come on.” He grits his teeth giving you one more shock then looking at the monitor. “Y/n Please!” He shocked your chest once more, switching off the machine.

He banged his palms at the edge of the table in defeat. Beep. Beep. Beep. He eagerly looks at the monitor, he’d never been so happy to see lines in his life. He grabs your hand, breathing heavily as he was on the verge of tears. “Alfred! Call Oliver and Barry, tell them to get here asap!” He yells urgently across the cave. “Right away, Master Wayne.” Alfred responds not wasting another second. “y/n, don’t leave me.” He pleads, sitting back down, holding your hand and resting his head on the edge of the table. Clearly in distress as he tries to steady his jagged breathing.

“find someone better.” He jerks his head to you. “what.” Pure confusion in his voice. “I’m..not good..for you.” You choke out with a smile. Tears fall down the sides of your face. “she’s killing..me. please for..the both of us..” You keep your lovely smile as tears fall heavily. You find the strength to lift your hand up to his cheek, lightly caressing it. He leans into your faint touch. “no. you’re the best thing for me.” He returns the smile. Your slow breathing turn into rapid breaths. “y/n? Y/n?!” He straightens his posture, as you try to answer him your body partakes in your hyperventilation. You grip onto his forearm, fear in your eyes. You aren’t ready to let go. Hell, who is ever ready to leave the land of the living.

Your hyperventilation suddenly stops, your body parts limp and still. Bruce stood in shock. His eyes slowly trailed to the monitor. The lines were low but still there. “Alfred!” He stood there never moving. “Yes, Master Wayne.” Alfred responds, worry in his voice. “Where are they?” Bruce tries to hide the sadness in his voice. “Barry Allen should be here any moment, Oliver Queen should be here in the next hour and the children will be here shortly, Master Wayne.” Alfred stated, taking a few steps towards the table. Bruce sinks back into his seat. Right then and there he decided that he won’t leave your side.

Alfred’s words were correct. Dick and the others frantically ran to the table, worried about their precious mother figure. “mom.” Cassy exclaims sadly as she caresses your shoulder. They were equally worried about their father. They had only left him for a few hours with you and he looks like a reck. “Alfred, what happened?” Jason asks as he puts his guns away. “She went into cardiac arrest and just began to uncontrollably hyperventilate. Her vitals are steady for now.” They couldn’t believe the words they were hearing. The thought of losing someone they each hold so dear to their heart, makes their heart ache ferociously.

“Did she say anything?” Tim questions, unable to look away from your restful state. “She- ahem. She was telling Master Wayne to find someone else because she’s killing her.” Alfred almost couldn’t say those words, as if they’re venom on his tongue. “She?” Duke inputs. “That’s what she said before hyperventilating, Young Master Duke.”

You could hear it. You could hear it all...his pleads, his order, his promise. You wanted to jump into his arms so much. You wanted to hug your family so, so, so very tight but she forbid you. She set you in a mind prison, having you suffer even more on the inside. “You miss your family, hm? Your little family falling apart?” She circled around you, her voice echoing throughout your mind palace. “y/n, don’t leave me.” His voice set off a fierce flow of hot tears. “please. don’t do this.” You prayed to her as if she was some type of higher power, your throat came dry after the first try. She roughly wiped a tear from your cheek.

“No.” She smiles. “mom” You gripped onto the sides of the chair that you were tied to. “What did I ever do to you!? When I find you, I’ll- I’ll-” Your throat feeling as if its collapsing on itself, at the image. “No..please..please! I am begging you! Hurt me not them...anything! I’ll do anything please...” She showed one of the many possibilities she can do with your body. Threatening to slash everyones neck. Your head hung down, trying not to keep the image swirling in your mind. She yanks your head up. “Look how pathetic you can get. Anything, you say?” She devilishly smirks. “anything, vicki.” Your tired out voice giving her pride. “Give me your body. I want to see my prize, when I slit your throat.”

You couldn’t think it but you knew you couldn’t. Maybe you could shut her out? “Not smart, y/n.” You look up to her. “I c-can’t do that.” You stutter out.“just- just..kill me here. I’ll spare them the pity.” You choke out a laugh, trying to feed into her game. “Oh? Sudden change of heart. Do you think I’m an idiot?!” She back hands you across the face, the impact slamming you onto the ground, breaking the chair and freeing you from your bonds. Sluggishly getting to your feet, a new income of strength washes over you. Walking over to Vicki, you grab a fist full of her shirt. “...’You’ll know pain.’ Sound familiar?” You get straight to business as your fist collides with her face.

“Are you sure nothing else happened?” A new feminine voice fills the cave. “No, we’ve been watching her since we came back from patrol and that was hours ago.” Dick tells the woman. “She must have a strong mental state. The mind breaker, prays on a emotionally scarred victims and uses them for their own personal vendetta of havoc. If nothing has happened, that means she either is fighting on the inside or shes...lost the fight.” She hesitates the last part, trying not to set another dampener. “We brought this.” Oliver puts a weird looking helmet on the table close to you. “We tested it on the person before her and they’re fine. Felicity will put it on and Flash will power it up.” He explains to them as he puts the helmet on her. “What does it do?” Damian asks, feeling a little protective.

“It’ll allow Felicity to get in her mind long enough to see what’s going on. Then we’ll bring her back and figure out a way to help her.” Oliver looks to her vitals as Felicity goes to her laptop to check for the status of the head piece. “But the best way to stop this for good is to find the person behind it.” Flash cuts in.“So the person who’s inside her head.” Tim exclaims. “Yes and no. The mind breaker gets a victim and uses them on another victim. Confusing but that’s the best way I can put it. Flash, you ready?” She gets in position and waits for a response.“Almost.” He says running in and out of the cave. “Do we have to step back?” She shakes her head at Duke. “The helmet contains the voltage, you’re good where you are.”

No other word being uttered as Flash powers up the helmet and she’s placed in your mind. First she gets glimpses of the past hours. How roughly this woman was treating you, made her flinch. She soon saw you in present time.

“WHO!? WHO. IS. DOING. THIS?” You shouted in her face as you were throwing blow after blow. ‘A strong mental state, for sure.’ She says in her mind but it echoes to you, turning towards her you give a relieved smile. ‘Who is that?’ She asks you mentally.“Vicki Va-” You gag as Vicki takes this chance of distraction to choke you. Her weight pushing you down, its now her turn to be on the offensive. As you use both your arms to block your face, she shuts Felicity out your mind. Trying to focus on letting Felicity back in is easier said than done. Vicki’s first hit to your face, officially cuts off the link.

Opening her eyes, Felicity takes off the helmet. Everyone turns to her, even the big bat. “Vicki V?” She says trying to evaluate what you said. Alfred gives a knowing nod to the children and they disperse. Flash accompanies them on their search. Felicity goes to her laptop, checking the news and other sources. Alfred makes sure everyone is occupied before sitting next to Bruce. He rests a nicely decorated book in Bruce’s lap and goes to the bat computer to help the children. Bruce looked down slightly to the book. His curiosity taking over him, he looks to you then opens the book. Skimming the the pages as he flips to the most recent page.

-Today, Alfred found my diary. He was surprisingly understanding (which was a relief) but I need to find a better place to hide it. Back to my day, I canceled Bruce’s and I engagement photoshoot to release to the public. I told him some bullshit lie and cried over the phone to my cousin...

He’s scraping his mind trying to find the signs...

-I’m feeling a little better now that I’m becoming consistent in writing in my diary. Its impressive how many times someone (Alfred) can tell you to tell your significant other your feelings in the span of 2 weeks. Don’t get me wrong, Alfred is doing this because he wants the best for me but I want the best for Bruce. I want Bruce to be happy. Burdening him with my pent up feelings over the years, will probably give him another among thousands of reasons to break up with me.

Years?

-My cousin has incorporated herself in with Alfred and told me to tell Bruce. But all I did was eat ice cream in our room. I am a child, I know.

Fixing his posture, he began to focus more on the pages that flooded with words.

-I went online today (Alfred told me not to but I didn’t listen) and I balled my eyes out. Good thing Bruce was out all night. I saw posts of me on an underground website and people were calling me racial slurs (the normal racial b.s.) They could not come at me for anything else but my race. But I did see this one nice comment saying, “you are all jealous that she’s living the life you’ll never have and she’s most likely happy.” I stopped crying at this comment and went to sleep with a little smile.

He couldn’t even think at the moment.

-Okay, I’ve been thinking about telling Bruce today. But that idea went out the window when he came back all bruised up. Its kind of ironic because his physical state represents my mental state.

He just read.

-I’ve invited my cousin and her girlfriend over today (so they could come over in a month) and Bruce was all for it. I invited her over because I really need to bring myself to telling Bruce about my feelings. I don’t know how much longer I can do this to myself and I don’t wanna be sad during my wedding.

And read...

-I don’t know what has come over me recently but I feel so depressed. I couldn’t get out of bed today and when I did I basically avoided everyone (even Alfred). They noticed (of course) but I told them I was feeling sick and didn’t want to get anyone sick. I feel like my soul is in the dumps right now.

Trying to piece together how he let you feel like this behind the scenes. He slammed the book shut and placed it under the table. He was speechless. She wanted to make him happy. ‘You want me to be happy?’ He thought, squeezing the life out of your hand. Making you stir. “bruce that hurts.” You let out in a shaky breath. He shot to his feet, hands still interlocked. ‘Why did you hide that from me?’ He seemed dazed. “Bruce?” You slowly sit up. “you’re squeezing my-” Your sentence abruptly cut of by a hug. You tense at the suddenness of it but melt into it with a hum of satisfaction. “I love you.” He whispered, his head nuzzled in the crook of your neck. You smiled and blushed a bit. “I love you too.” You squeeze him tighter. ‘Should I tell him?’ You contemplated.

After a few seconds of thought you shut it down. ‘We’ve been through a lot today.’ Finally lifting up, you look up to him. He seemed happy but a little off or was it sad? You couldn’t put your finger on it. “How are you feeling?” He began to gently take the patches off of you. “My chest kind of hurts but for the most part I’m okay.” You rub your chest and smile to him. He couldn’t bring himself to trust that smile like he did before. That simple, innocent jester of happiness. He didn’t know before but now he does, he knows you’re secretly hurting on the inside and you’re doing a damn good job of hiding it. He wanted to confront her. To tell her, “I know. I know how you feel and I don’t want you to feel like this anymore. I love you, Y/n L/n. And I don’t want anything between us to change that.” But deep down he knew now wasn’t the time. You’ve been through a lot, he’s been through a lot. It just wouldn’t be a smart choice.

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saylorsaysstop · 3 months

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Sleeping Together | 18+

also shout out to @joyful-enchantress because after she commented on my Grayson post earlier, this all came to my mind. 🤪

**underneath the cut**

DICK GRAYSON

Dick talks you through it. He wants you to be vocal and makes it his top priority that your needs are met first

"Tell me what you need, baby." - "That's it, just like that, baby. You're close, aren't ya? Yeah, look at you. Come on, grind a little harder. I know you can do it."

Giving head is a sport for Grayson and he excels at it. He eats you out like you're his last meal

The man is an acrobat. He's flexible. All the positions he can get the two of you in should be new entries in the Kama Sutra

Dick loveeeees head in return. He won't ever make you do it or ask, but he loves that you're so eager to pleasure him

"I've been good, haven't I? No other reason to explain why you're gifting me that hot mouth of yours, sweet girl."

Dick isn't afraid to moan either. He knows when the noises start coming out of his mouth, you get off quicker

Let's go back to that acrobatic thing. He may or may not figure out ways to suspend you in the air... He may or may not be such a kinky man that he's got a separate room in your house where he plays sports with you... I'm not admitting it, I'm just saying

Loves for you to suck him off when your head hanging off the edge of the bed. He also loves to eat you out simultaneously

Dick Grayson is a boob man. Both hands on deck, he squeezes and teases your nipples by plucking them between his fingers. Loves to suck on them until they're stiff peaks. Likes to push two fingers into you while he bites your nipple, stroking until he hits that sweet spot. You're a goner after that

Loves for you to take what you want

"Atta girl, ride it just like that. This dick belongs to you, right? Act like it. Pleasure yourself... Yeah, go ahead and play with your clit. Wanna see you come. You're so pretty when you do."

Dick treasures loving on you after sex. He rewards you for your good behavior and a job well done with baths, massages, you name it. He ensures you're taken care of and reminds you that he loves you dearly

JASON TODD

Jason likes it rough. He loves it when he sees your marks on him, whether it be teeth or nails. He collects each one like it is a kill

Ropes? Knife play? Any sort of bondage? Jason Todd is your man

Loves to bind your hands above your head while he rails you deep into the mattress. Loves the idea of you being helpless and unable to take it anymore. Gets him off real quick

Loves some dirty talk

"Take this dick like a good girl." - "You're soaking wet, babe. All this for me?" - "Not gonna waste a drop of this cum, you hear me? You won't let a drop leak outta this cunt - my cunt. You got that?"

Jason likes to get right by your ear while he grunts with each thrust, nipping your earlobe in between before trailing his tongue down your neck and sucking on your collarbone

"Gonna mark this pretty neck up, baby."

You two go at each other until you're a panting mess. Clothes strewn all over the place. Jason and you stare up at the ceiling, laughing like teenagers as you calm down from the high

"I think that was my new personal best. Ten orgasms. Ten!"

Yeah. Jason likes to place bets on who can give the other more orgasms in one night. Right now, he's winning

Jason loves your butt. Loves to slap your cheeks as he bends you over his lap as a warm-up. Carresses and bites the plump skin when he's kissing his way down your body before he hikes your legs over his shoulders and feasts

Likes to feel you breathe against him. He loves to feel your chest rise and fall when he's on top and you're panting for every breath while chasing your orgasm

He's a man who likes to edge that's for sure

"Uh-uh... That wasn't it. You can do better than that. Moan a little louder, that's it..." - "I'm being mean? No, you just need to work harder to come. You wanted this." - "Atta girl. I promise I'll let you come after this."

Jason's aftercare is you two taking a hot bath together where he can just hold your back to his chest and actually talk. You're his safe space

TIM DRAKE

Tim, albeit quiet, is a delectable switch. One day he's all soft and endearing, the next he's plowing you into next week (and blushing when you mention it afterward

He does a lot of studying on sex. What positions feel the best for you, different ways he can go down to ensure he has you screaming his name for all of Gotham to hear

Gets a little possessive during sex, especially when he's losing himself in it

"You're mine, do you hear me? Mine, sweetheart. Mine." - "No one else is going to claim you. You belong to me."

He likes it when you pull his hair, especially when he's going down. Feeling you guide him further into you is like a bolt of electricity shooting down his spine

Tim loves to get you relaxed before sex too, especially if he knows it's going to be a long night. He'll run you a warm bath, pamper you with sweet-scented lotions, and get you nice and ready before he unleashes. Fun fact, those nights are when you know he's gonna get rough

Tim won't admit it aloud but he loves a good missionary position or where you two lay facing each other. He loves to caress your face and kiss you softly as he takes you

"Lift your leg, sweetheart... That's it. C'mere. Let me watch that gorgeous face of yours when you fall apart for me, yeah?"

Like Dick and Jason, he VALUES aftercare so. Freaking. Much! Takes a warm cloth to the mess he made between your legs and kisses along the heated skin, telling you how much he loves you

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queenoftodd · 3 years

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Dinner & Its Capitalist Agenda (Jason Todd x Female!Reader)

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Summary: Reader is dating Jason and accidentally wears vibrating panties to the first dinner with the Batfamily.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Female!Reader

Word Count: 3,278

Warning(s): Smut (fingering, penetration), Swearing.

Note: The idea for this was inspired by the film “The Ugly Truth”. If you want to be added to a taglist feel free to message me.

This was not how this night was supposed to go. How would you ever overcome the undying humiliation of tonight? You had been so excited to try on the gift that Jason had gotten you, that you didn’t bother to ask why the new lingerie came with a remote, one that you tossed in your clutch to ask him about later. This was also partly due to you rushing out of the house to Jason’s car, because you were both very late. Add that to the list of poor first impressions that you would be making on his family.

The two of you had been dating for almost six months now, and while you had met Dick and Jason’s best friend, Roy, you still hadn’t met the rest of his family. There really wasn’t any reasoning behind this, you both had very busy lives. Both of you set on making the world a better place by exposing Gotham’s corruption. You were an up and coming journalist for The Gotham Times, while Jason was a--well he told you he was a military contractor for Wayne Enterprises, but you always do your own background checks. You sort of stopped digging after the news headlines saying that he was dead, if he wanted to tell you then he would tell you. Besides, you were too in love with him to care.

According to Dick and Roy, his family has been dying to meet you. You had to admit that you were nervous, but determined to make the best first impression that you could. You would be meeting Bruce fucking Wayne. Despite the assurances that Jason gave you that Bruce was a regular guy, you still could not contain your excitement. Both as a journalist, but also as a longtime resident of Gotham. Vicki Vale would have a field day with you. You had even begged Jason to help you pick out something to wear that would both suit his sexual fantasies, but be modest enough to meet his father, and Alfred Pennyworth. Caretaker and grandfather-adjacent.

Of course you had decided on a crimson cocktail dress. Just enough opening in the chest to give Jason the perfect eye-view of your cleavage, but not enough to make you feel uncomfortable to meet his family. Jason didn’t want to bombard you with all of his family just yet, especially considering that you didn’t know about his vigilantism. So he strictly requested that the guest list at tonight’s family dinner only be anyone legally adopted by Bruce Wayne (and Damian of course).

This came to the rundown of everyone that would be there tonight. That was expected to be there tonight, at least. Jason did warn you that their jobs tended to keep them very busy, and his family might be called away to handle their respective responsibilities. You understood this of course, you were very familiar with being on call. Especially in Gotham.

Dick Grayson was a former Detective in Bludhaven, and you had met him at least three times over the course of being with Jason. Tim Drake worked at Wayne Enterprises and did something corporate-wise that Jason didn’t care enough about to explain it to you. Damian Wayne was the only biological son of Bruce Wayne and was currently in his senior year of high school. Jason informed you that he could be a smart-ass and bluntly rude. The last one that would be attending was Cassandra Cain. Jason said that she didn’t talk very much as she was raised to be mute, and only spoke in small increments when comfortable.

Your mouth gaped at the sight in front of you. The grandiose gate before you held all the secrets of wealth within the “W” centered in it. You could feel his blue eyes on you, your face was a mixture of emotions. Nervous, excited, and--did your underwear just vibrate? You shake the thought away, blaming it on your nerves as you turn towards your boyfriend.

“You ready?” He asks, waving up to the security camera outside the gate as it opened. He glanced back at your soft face, unable to contain the smile he got from looking at you so in awe. You did not grow up like this, in fact your family had never had a house of their own. Seeing the mansion that the man you called your boyfriend had spent several years of his life baffled you. Of course you had seen pictures of Wayne Manor, but never did you think that you would be a guest. You reached for his hand, giving him an assuring squeeze as he continued down the driveway towards the manor.

When Jason pulled into the parking area in the front of the manor you could make out four shadowy figures standing by the curb. Your back instantly straightened when Jason came to a stop. “I told them to meet us inside.” He groaned, placing the car in park. You were thanking the heavens that the glass was tinted so that they couldn’t see into the car, because the butterflies were coming in swarms in the pit of your stomach now. Taking a deep breath, you turned towards Jason. A glare forming on your face when you notice his amused expression.

“Y/N, you look amazing, how are you?”

You opened your mouth to speak being interrupted by his lips on yours, silencing your thoughts. The feeling of his hand on your cheek as he pulled you closer. “Knock ‘em dead, beautiful.” His smirk sent a warm boost of motivation your way as he parted from you, and climbed out of the car.

After a few seconds of mental motivation, you followed suit, reaching for the car door handle when it opened for you. Jason standing at your door, outstretching his hand for you to take as you climbed out. You prayed that your smile wasn’t too awkward or seemed unhappy. Jason brought you over to meet the figures you noticed earlier. Dick was a familiar face, which eased you a bit as you pulled him into a small embrace.

“I’m great, it’s good to see you.” You beamed. You could already feel the eyeroll from Jason behind you. What could you say? You enjoyed any time you got to spend with Jason’s older brother. Next was Tim, who held a more shocked expression as he looked at you. Jason had to be the one to introduce him, as he was shaking your hand, but his mouth was hung open. “It’s nice to meet you, Tim. I’m Y/N.”

“You’re with him?” A laugh didn’t fail to escape your red lips as you dropped your handshake from Tim to press Jason back with your right hand, sending him a warning look before showing a gracious smile to Tim.

“For six months now, yes.” You giggle and immediately feel Jason soften at the sound of your laugh. Next their was Damian Wayne who glanced at you in a way that made you feel like you were under examination. “You must be Damian.”

One of his hands was cradling his chin as he took your hand, eyeing you quizzically before placing a kiss to your knuckles, your eyes widening. Now that was definitely unexpected. “Todd, I’m impressed. Now I’m done waiting here for you imbeciles, I’ll be inside. Y/N, pleasure.”

And with that he walked straight into the mansion without another word. Your eyebrows knitted together as you turned towards Jason, his mouth hung agape, along with the rest of his brothers. A tug on your arm made you realize you had almost forgotten someone. Cassandra. She was smiling at you, it was small, and seemingly shy, but excited? You extend your hand to her with a small smile and she takes it, her smile brightening.

“Hi Cassandra, my name is Y/N.” I gesture towards Jason. “I told Jay that you were the sibling I was most excited to meet.”

She shook her head pointing to herself and your eyebrows furrowed until she said. “Cass.” You nodded in understanding, repeating her nickname until she gestured to you. “Y/N. J-lover.”

You could see why everyone in this family was so charming and mannerful. The way he carried himself from the top of the stairs to meet you in the foyer echoed a confidence you could only dream of. You felt Jason’s hand squeeze yours and you mentally cursed at how clammy they had become. Bruce’s smile radiated the room, but you could tell by the way Jason tensed next to you that this was a rare occurrence. He had told you many stories of Bruce’s stoic--or in his terms, resting bitch face.

“Well...she’s not wrong.” You heard Jason mutter behind you, you smiled as she released your hand following Tim inside. That was when you playfully whacked his arm, before taking his head and walking up the steps to the manor’s entrance with Dick leading you two in. Upon entering the house, you entered the grand foyer. Greeted by a man whose face has graced many Gotham media covers and stations.

Bruce fucking Wayne.

“Y/N L/N.” Bruce grinned, extended his hand to shake yours and you met it with a firm grip. Tucking your clutch underneath your armpit. You swallowed your saliva as you shook his hand. Giving what Jason considered to be your breathtaking smile, beaming at Gotham’s wealthiest bachelor. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’ve heard great things.”

“Mr. Wayne, it’s lovely to meet you as well.”

A flex of your armpit sent a jolt up your cervix, catching you by surprise. This resulted in you jolting forward a bit, Bruce now shaking Jason’s hand, as they turned to you. You cleared your throat to throw attention off of the present fluctuation occurring by your pussy. What the literal fuck was going on? “Y/N/N, are you okay?” Jason asked and you nodded, already feeling your cheeks heat up. Running away to examine yourself before dinner was not a part of your goal to make a good first impression.

Removing the clutch from your armpit provided a relief from the sensual feeling emerging below. Bruce had excused himself to head to the dining room, when Alfred came to meet you both in the foyer, briefly as he was finishing up in the kitchen. He was excited to meet you, but he had to tend to something in the oven. This gave you a moment to turn to Jason.

“Are you feeling okay? You just jumped out of nowhere.” I nod assuring him, considering the feeling subsided, it shouldn’t be that big of deal to draw attention to.

“I’m fine, I think it was just the nerves.” You lie, wanting to find a better time to excuse yourself to the bathroom to sort whatever was going on with you, out. Unfortunately he can read you like an open book, but for the sake of tonight, he just pushed it aside to discuss later. You followed him to the dining room where everyone was already seated and you had gotten a seat between Tim and Jason. Dick was across from Tim, Cass was across from Tim, and Damian was across from Jason. Bruce sat at the head of the table between Damian and Jason and once Alfred brought the courses in, he was to sit at the other end near Damian and Tim.

“Oh Miss Y/N, let me grab your purse, I’ll put it by the coat rack for you.” You handed him the clutch with a small smile of gratitude as he left the room briefly before coming back to take his seat on the opposite end of Bruce. You thanked him as everyone was looking eagerly at Bruce. Judging by context clues, they were waiting for him to make the first move to eat. Once he began to cut into the steak dinner that Alfred had made, the knives and forks clattered around you to also begin their descent on their plates. You smiled lightly as you began to dig in yourself when a buzz whipped up your folds, making you tighten your grip on the fork and knife.

A gasp passed your lips as a pulsating throb began in your pussy. You could feel Jason’s eyes on you, growing concerned as he noticed you weren’t looking anywhere but at your plate. “So, Y/N.” You’re eyes fluttered to Bruce, hoping your breathing was normal as you shifted in your seat. “How did you two meet?”

You cleared your throat, focusing on the sentence. “Jason l-loves to tell this story, right Jay?” You practically moan, shoving several pieces of steak in your mouth to avoid speaking. “This is oh...s-so good..” Your boyfriend’s eyes widened at the sound of your moan. For some reason his girlfriend of six months was getting turned on at the dinner table in front of his siblings and he didn’t know what to do. Jason had to distract them, mentally cursing himself as he opened his mouth to speak.

“It’s not that exciting of a story. Dick, how’re things in Bludhaven?” This diverted the attention from you for a while while several whimpers fell from your lips as you squeezed your legs together. You couldn’t take this anymore. Jason placed his hand on your thigh leaning towards you.

“Why are you moaning?” That’s when it hit you. The lingerie, Jason had gotten you vibrating panties. Your eyes widened, gripping his arm tight as you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning into his ear, your breathing heavy.

“Fuck.” You moan holding tightly on his arm. His body shielding you from seeing Bruce or Damian. “Lingerie. I’m...s-so wet, Ja--ah!”

“What--you’re wearing them right now? Where’s the remote?” He whispered through gritted teeth. He was struggling to contain himself at the breathiness in your moans. Fuck, the remote, you gave your clutch to Alfred.

“Clutch.” You managed to get out, focusing on containing your breaths, your body felt so hot. There was no doubt that you were so close to your climax. Jason grabbed your wrist pulling you from the table, surprising everyone at the sudden action.

“We have to go. Thank you for dinner, Alfred.” He nodded towards the lovable butler. Then he nodded at everyone else, still shielding you from everyone. “Bruce, Dick, everyone, it’s good to see you.”

Without another explanation, despite numerous protests Jason rushed you to the exit near the coat rack where your clutch was, but it appeared to be open. Two feet away was Titus, Damian’s dog. He was chewing aggressively on the remote currently causing you to moan in pleasure. Your hand flying to your mouth as your knees grow weak. Jason steadied you by the door before wrestling the remote from Titus, who would’ve bit him if Jason didn’t move quickly. Jason shut the remote off, taking the batteries out for extra precaution as he handed you your clutch and rushed you out the door.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Jason put you in the car and he raced out of Wayne Manor, speeding down the street before pulling down a trail by the woods. Once he parked you turned to him in confusion before he pulled you into a kiss. It was heated and you could tell by his eagerness that he was just as horny. Considering that he cut your climax off before you could get there, so were you. You felt your dress skirt ride up as Jason pulled the troublesome panties down smirking against your lips at the feel of your soaked pussy.

Your breath hitched in your throat as he began to tease your clit, eliciting a louder moan. One you were grateful to let loose without worrying about his family. “Couldn’t let the panties have all the fun, now can we?” He huffed, moving his attention to your neck as he started on your neck. Sucking until his lips popped off your pulse, bound to leave a mark. He quickened his fingers pace, removing your panties completely as he inserted his ring and middle finger inside you. “Fuck me, Y/N/N. You’re so wet for me, huh?”

All you could do in response was whimper a small hum in agreement. Your vision was so blurred as his fingers fucked you deep in your soul. The car seat you were in flattened back, causing a laughter of surprise to fall from your lips as Jason climbed on top of you fully. You sat up to help unbuckle his suit. He had gotten all dressed up for you, a white button down tucked into some black dress pants and dress shoes that he had borrowed from Dick. His shirt was not buttoned all the way, exposing his chest.

“Y/N, fuck--you have no idea what you do to me.” And with that final thrust you climaxed, your eyes fluttering open as your body convulsed, releasing a warm euphoric feeling all over his cock, and the passenger seat of his car. You didn’t have a chance to catch your breath as Jason’s grip on your hips tightened and he continued to ram into you with this newfound stamina. His breath quickening and his moans of your name growing louder.

The belt was now somewhere else in his car, as he lowered his pants and boxers underneath you enough to ready himself at your entrance. You laid back down as he pumped himself, groaning as he was already so hard. It had taken you a few times to get used to Jason’s size, but now your pussy called itself the expert. You gasped, as he rubbed his cock up against your pussy, he smiled at the effect he had on you. How easy you unfolded beneath him.

You jolted back when Jason slammed into you, thrusting deep inside you. It didn’t take him long to find the right spot and stick to it. His grunts and moans harmonizing with your screams and gasps. “Fuck, Jay, oh--” Your vision began to blur as he picked up his speed, moving his hands down to your clit to rub it agonizingly slow. Thus increasing your pleasure.

You caressed his arm, looking up at him as you moaned breathily, “Come for me, Jason.” A look of relief flashes across his face as his own euphoria engulfs him. He pulls out of you, climbing over to the driver’s side partly to take a breath.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Y/N L/N.” He chuckled. “I can’t believe you wore those tonight.” You weakly smacked him on the arm as you pulled the car seat back into place.

“You bought me lingerie, you rarely buy me clothes--I got excited.” Your y/e/c eyes widened, looking at him, running your hands down your face. “Oh no! I totally ruined it tonight.”

He could tell you were upset, especially knowing how badly you wanted to make a good first impression. “No one noticed, I got you out before they did.”

“Are you sure?”

“I love you too, beautiful.”

“I’ll just tell them you were nauseous.” He shrugged, buttoning up his pants, gesturing for you to put your seatbelt on. “If they ask what happened.”

“I love you.” You say before leaning over the console to kiss him as he started the car again.

And Jason would tell you any lie you needed to hear in order to be able to meet face to face with his family again. Even if it meant making his siblings take a blood oath not to mention it. If they didn’t, there were always second impressions...right?

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A Few Kisses

Tim drake x female reader

Warning: smut

Tim Drake was an idiot. Okay, he was actually almost a genius. But he couldn’t tell you the day of the week to save his life. It was Valentine’s Day and he probably didn’t even know it was February. And he was elbow deep in work at the Wayne Enterprise skyscraper downtown.

You’d had enough. You were not going to be that girlfriend that saw her boyfriend once a month when he almost died from some major calamity or his mental health deteriorated until he was almost comatose. And today you were going to the office.

You ran your hands along the clothing that hung in the walk in closet. Definitely a bonus to Tim being stupid rich. You came to a dress and stopped. Tim had bought it after feeling guilty for missing a date. You hadn’t even put it on before he cancelled the next one and the dress hung in the closet since. You knew he’d like it.

Dark red with a thigh high slit and a low neckline. Tim always had a thing for legs. You dolled your hair and makeup before smiling in the mirror. He so owed you and you were going to punish him.

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You shed your coat in the elevator and sat it on Tim’s secretary’s desk. She gave you a surprised look before grinning as you breezed past and into his office before she could even inform him. Tim was hunched over paperwork, a blue print to be exact.

“Helen,” he said thinking you the secretary. “Can you get me a coffee? It’s going to be a long night.”

“No,” you answered and he looked up. The pencil in his hand dropped as he looked you over. His eyes lingered on your exposed chest and thigh before gulping.

“Wow, babe. Sweetheart you look amazing,” he said sitting up straight. “What- why? I mean, I’m not complaining by how did I get so lucky? What’s the occasion?”

“It’s February 14th, Drake,” you said walking around the desk to sit on the edge in front of him.

“Is it,” he said glancing at the calendar on his desk. “I didn’t even realize. I’m so sorry. How can I make it up to you?”

“Well,” you said pushing the slit open to show your bare pussy. Tim gasped slightly. “I can think of one way...”

“I’ll lock the door,” Tim said pulling at his tie. He pushed a button to electronically lock the door.

“Leave it on,” you said and you grabbed his hand when he went to his belt. Tim looked at you confused. “On your knees,” you said and luckily he looked down as you couldn’t help but smile as you were surprised he was just going along with it.

“Yes ma’am,” he said looking up at you from on the floor. He pushed the dress all the way over to get better access. Tim kissed your inner thigh before moving your leg onto his shoulder. He kissed your other thigh before doing the same with your other leg. Tim kissed everywhere besides where you needed him. You whined as he nipped at your hip.

Tim chuckled against your skin. “I’ve got you. Be patient,” he added. A cheeky glint was in his eyes. He thought he was in charge but you were patient and he was going to pay.

Tim finally kissed your folds before slowly licking around. You gasped softly. He started moving his tongue all over before flicking your clit and you whimpered. Tim held your thighs before darting his tongue in your core. He repeated the action a few times before going back to your clit. He licked and sucked at the bud.

You threw your head back, lost in the moment. Papers fell from the desk and you made small moans and whimpers. Tim looked up to a perfect view of you. It wasn’t long before your thighs started to tighten and you came against his face. You rubbed against him and moaned his name loudly as you finished. Tim licked you through your high before pulling back with a roguish grin. He wiped his chin and stood up.

“Feeling better, sunshine,” Tim said all cocky. He moved in for a kiss and you ducked him before fixing your dress and standing up. Tim looked at you confused and you almost laughed. His lips were swollen and his face flushed and he had the most obvious erection in his dress pants. He was just a shade off of desperate.

“I’m going back to our $2 million dollar penthouse for the evening,” you said moving to the door. He stared, open mouthed. “Either you can join me and I’ll make it up to you in so many ways,” you said with a wink. “Or you can finish paperwork.”

“I- that’s not fair. You’re just going to leave me like this?” He said looking down. “I can’t exactly leave the building with a full fucking boner,” Tim said bright red. “And I don’t see it leaving any time soon after what we just did.”

“You can hide an entire second life, Timothy. You can hide that. Please don’t make me be alone for Valentine’s Day,” you ended softly. His eyes softened and he sighed.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. I’ll figure it out,” he said giving you a hug. You turned your hips away as his cock pressed against you. “I didn’t mean to do that,” he added before finding his coat.

To Tim’s credit, he didn’t get caught on the way downstairs and calmed down enough to get back to your apartment in one piece. You made it up to him 3 times that night before you both crashed in a champagne bubble bath. It was one of the best Valentine’s Day you’ve ever had.

#friday night smut #Tim drake x reader #Red Robin x reader #Tim drake smut #Red Robin smut #Valentine’s smut #batboy smut #batboy x reader

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birdy-bat-writes · 4 years

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Sorry to make it nsfw but doing it in front of a mirror with Jason or Tim 🥵

No need to apologize! We stan smuttiness here😉😈 since I don't write a lot of Timmy smut, lets do him. No pun intended 😏😉

R18 warning♥️

Loosen Up

Warnings: Smut

Pairing: Tim Drake x Female Reader

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You drop into WE to see if Tim wasn't too busy for lunch and a coffee break. (Cough cough, @catxsnow coffee break👀👀) When you saw him he seemed so tense and agitated. His voice and expressions softened when he saw you. You had that effect on him. "Hey baby, what are you doing here?"

"I came to see if you wanted to go out for coffee, but I can see that you're very busy."

"No, no! I'm not busy. If you want to go for coffee we can go for coffee. I'm not too busy."

"Okay, not to busy but very clearly stressed. It's okay, Timmy, we can go for coffee later. Or better yet, when work is over, you can take me out for dinner. Right now, find a way to relax."

"Relax? How do suggest I do that?" His head was swimming with the tasks he had yet to complete and assign. You walked behind his very large office chair and placed your hands on his shoulders.

"Well, maybe loosen up a bit. Breathe in and out." You massaged his shoulder a bit and heard him sigh as he slumped into his chair a bit. He must have been really tired out. You kneaded put the knots in his neck and heard a low groan. "What was that?"

"Don't stop now." He practically moaned out.

"My, my, Mr. Drake. I highly doubt language like is appropriate for the workplace." You teased, sliding your hands from his shoulders down to his chest.

"Yeah? Since when were you all for me being appropriate in the workplace?" He spun his chair around and prompted you to sit on his lap. He kissed you tenderly. If he was being honest, this is what he really needed. The kiss became more passionate and heated. You were both panting for air when he begin to unbutton his shirt. He didn't bother to take off your clothes, opting only to slide your underwear off from under your skirt and unbutton your shirt just enough to get a view of your lace bra.

He had you turn and lean back against his chest as he grazed your inner thigh. His office was definitely large and had blinds over any and every window. The only piece of glass that wasn't being covered was the mirror on the inside of his office closet door, that just happened to be opened and parallel to you. His fingers danced along your skin, up your thigh and in between your slick folds. You moaned out and leaned your head back in ecstasy. Called back only when Tim whispered your name between open-mouthed kisses. His hand that once held your waist now snaked up to your chin and gently tilted it down. You opened your eyes to find yourself face to face with your reflection. You could see every heave of your chest, every magical ministration he performed on you, and the darkened eyes that bore into yours while he did it. “I want you to watch me make you come.”

The words made you clench around his fingers. He kept pumping in and out, hitting every spot that sent you into pure bliss. “Timmy, I’m close.” He moved his free hand to your chest and massaged each breast from under your shirt. It sent you into overdrive. You gripped onto the armrests, feeling the knot in your stomach get tighter and tighter until it burst. It was the most sensational high you’d ever felt, and you’d seen every obscene sight that brought you here, down to the sight of Tim licking his fingers clean.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Tim said, looking much less tense.

“Glad to know you enjoyed it. Can I have my panties back now?”

“Actually, I think I’ll hold onto them for now. You can have them back when I take you out for dinner tonight.”

“I’ve never seen this side of you Mr. Drake. I have to say, I quite like it.” There you went again, using that name that gave him goosebumps every time he heard you say it.

Brushing your hair behind your ear, he said, “I’d be happy to show you more of it tonight...”

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This turned into a ficlet so I’ll give it a taglist. Truth be told, I’ve never written an actual smut before and posted it. I’ve written a drabble or two but I’m definitely working on it. I’d love to hear your feedback though.

Taglist: @anothertimdrakestan @offendedfishnoises @comicsandhoney @river-bottom-nightmare @catxsnow @cries-in-fangirl-23 @batarella @idkmanicantenglish @hauntingsonofrobin @l-inkage @subtleappreciation

#tim drake x y/n #tim drake smut #dc smut #DC comics #Smut #Red Robin #red robin fanfic #tim drake x reader #BatFam #Tim Drake #timothy jackson drake #dc fluff #x reader #birdy bat asks

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