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jjenthusee · 3 days ago
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Sunglasses Pt.2
Happy Valentines Week Day 2!! SURPRISE 🤭 this is my first time drawing Nightwing! it also might have been silly to keep his mask on with the glasses but it also felt right?? lol
This is part of my Valentines Event! It’s my first event and i hope u check out the other posts if you’re interested 😌🤍💐
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wayneskluv · 2 days ago
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Wonder Woman's daughter x Bat-fam - Chapter one
summary: Your mom—Wonder Woman—just dropped you off at Wayne Manor like a kid because she apparently couldn’t find a “suitable babysitter.” Never mind that you’re a fully grown adult and more than capable of taking care of yourself. Now you’re stuck in a mansion full of brooding vigilantes, chaotic adopted siblings, and a butler who’s already silently judging your life choices.
You survived battles, monsters, and Olympian family drama—but can you survive living with the Batfamily?
word count: around 1.6k before i made final touches on tumblr editor
pairing/s: platonic!alfred x reader, platonic!damian x reader (he's a child in this fic!) and then maybe romantically dick x reader or jason x reader perhaps even tim. probably not bruce x reader. if anyone has any preferences, do let me know!
warnings: basically none at the moment. haven't pre-read. no beta, we die like jason todd. damian being a bit of a demon brat. demigod!user.
a/n: all images edited by me! if there’s an artist i haven’t credited, please let me know! i usually get my images from pinterest, and the credit is.. not great. if i’ve written something twice or misspelled something please PLEASE don’t hesitate to tell me. i very much appreciate it. but please be kind! i promise the next parts will be longer, this is sort of an intro into it. even if they aren’t longer, i’ll write a few.
# ── chapter one's POLAROID design - DAMIAN’S:
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WAYNE MANOR is.. a lot.
It’s not just the size—though the sheer magnitude of the place is ridiculous—it’s the atmosphere. There’s a certain weight to the air, something woven between the old wood and polished marble, between the paintings of long-dead Waynes and the ever-present shadows stretching down the halls. It’s a house of ghosts, of past lives and quiet grief, but also of something more. Something alive.
You follow Alfred through the halls, the weight of multiple sets of eyes trailing behind you.
“So,” Dick says, effortlessly slipping into step beside you, “how long are you crashing with us?”
“Not sure,” you admit. “Mom was vague. Something about a ‘diplomatic mission’ and ‘needing someone to keep an eye on me.’”
Jason makes a noise that’s somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. “You’re a grown adult. You need a babysitter?”
“Right?!” You throw up a hand. “I told her that. But apparently, my ‘tendency to attract trouble’ means I need supervision.”
Tim, still lounging on the couch with his coffee, raises an eyebrow. “You’re in good company, then.”
“I fail to see why we should be responsible for you,” Damian mutters, arms still crossed. “You’re more than capable of defending yourself. Do you require assistance dressing yourself as well?”
You smirk. “No, but thanks for the concern.” How old was this kid?
Damian bristles. Jason outright laughs.
Bruce, who had been silent up until now, finally speaks. “You’re here. You’ll train, patrol, and follow house rules. No exceptions.”
Ah. There it is. The Batman speech.
You tilt your head. “Define ‘rules.’”
Jason grins.
Bruce ignores him. “No reckless fights, no engaging Gotham’s rogues without backup, and no breaking my city.”
You cross your arms. “Define ‘breaking.’”
Tim groans into his coffee.
Dick pats your shoulder. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.”
You look around at your newly acquired dysfunctional family and resist the urge to sigh.
Mom really did just dump you here like a stray dog, huh?
You’re led to your new room—temporary room, you remind yourself—as Alfred sweeps open the door with his usual poised efficiency.
The space is huge. Bigger than necessary. A four-poster bed, heavy oak furniture, a massive window overlooking the eternal Gotham gloom. Everything is dark wood, old money, and class. The whole place smells faintly of leather-bound books and expensive cologne. It’s… nice. In a cold, excessively rich, mildly haunted sort of way.
Alfred clears his throat. “I took the liberty of preparing the room to your specifications. If anything is unsuitable, do let me know.”
Your specifications. Right. You’d told your mom you didn’t need anything, but she must have sent a list anyway, because there’s ambrosia nectar in a crystal decanter on the desk, a thick training mat rolled up in the corner, and a wardrobe that probably contains battle-appropriate outfits tailored to your measurements.
She really did just drop you off and send instructions like you’re a dog.
“Thanks, Alfred,” you say, running a hand over the desk. Solid mahogany. You could probably suplex a god onto it, and it would hold.
He nods approvingly. “Dinner is at seven. I trust you will have no issue finding the dining hall?”
You smirk. “I don’t know. This place is a maze. You sure I won’t end up lost and starving in the east wing?”
He doesn’t blink. “Then I shall inform Master Wayne that a search party may be required.”
Alfred departs, leaving you to take in the ridiculousness of your situation. You sit on the bed—comfortably firm, definitely high-thread-count sheets—and drop onto your back, staring at the ceiling.
Your mother owes you so much for this.
You spend the next couple of hours getting familiar with your prison.
It’s quiet for a while. Peaceful.
Then the knocking starts.
“Hey, Newbie.”
The door opens before you can answer. Dick. Of course it’s Dick.
He leans in, all easy grins and big brother energy. “Figured I’d check in. You settled?”
“As settled as I’ll ever be,” you say, sitting up.
Dick saunters in like he owns the place (which, okay, technically he used to). He glances around, nodding at the Amazonian touches. “Mom went all out, huh?”
“She thinks Gotham is held together with duct tape. She’s probably right.”
“Oh, definitely right.”
Before you can ask what he actually wants, another figure appears in the doorway.
Jason.
He crosses his arms, giving you a slow once-over. “So. You’re an Amazon.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”
Dick chokes on a laugh. Jason grins.
The next few hours are a crash course in Batfamily survival.
Tim appears just long enough to tell you that “if you touch my coffee, I will kill you” before vanishing into the night like a cryptid.
Damian tests your reflexes by casually throwing a knife at you in the hallway. You catch it without looking. He says nothing. Just nods and walks away.
Jason decides to test your strength. By handing you a gun. You crush it in your bare hand. “…Well, okay then.”
Dick drags you into the living room for an impromptu movie night. Apparently, it’s a tradition. Jason spends half the movie making snarky Amazon jokes. Damian complains about historical inaccuracies.
By the time dinner rolls around, you’re half-convinced you’ve walked into a madhouse.
Alfred serves a massive feast (courtesy of your inhuman dietary needs). You sit at the table, surrounded by Gotham’s weirdest vigilantes, eating like an Amazon in the middle of a completely normal family meal.
It’s bizarre. It’s horrifying.
It’s… weirdly nice.
Bruce, sitting at the head of the table, barely says anything. He’s watching you, but it’s not that usual piercing Batman stare—it’s more like a curiosity. Maybe he’s wondering what kind of trouble you’ll stir up. Maybe he just doesn’t know what to make of you. You’ve barely had a real conversation with him, just him dropping you here with all the grace of a father figuring out how to deal with his kids’ newest problem. But then again, Bruce Wayne isn’t exactly father of the year.
Dick’s usual charm is in full swing as he tries to make small talk. “So, you’re a demigod, huh? You’re gonna have to teach me some moves sometime. You know, to keep up with all the crazy stuff we have to do around here.” His smile is big, open—like he’s trying to make you feel at home, but you can tell there’s a nervous energy under it. He keeps glancing at you, like he’s trying to figure out how to approach someone who could probably snap him like a twig. You almost feel sorry for him. Almost.
Jason, sitting next to you, shovels food in with no care for finesse. “So, you’re Wonder Woman’s kid. That explains the whole glowing warrior princess thing you’ve got going on. What do you actually do with all that godly power? Sit on mountaintops and brood or do you, like, break people’s faces for a living?” His voice is laced with amusement, but there’s a sharpness in his eyes. He’s testing you.
“You’d be surprised,” you say coolly, setting your fork down. “I’ve had a bit of experience with face-breaking.”
Jason laughs. “Good, because Gotham needs a lot of that.”
Damian, who had been silently poking at his food, suddenly looks up from his plate. His eyes narrow with some strange mix of suspicion and mild interest. “You will be trained, I assume?” he asks, not bothering to hide the condescension in his voice. “Or do you believe that your divine abilities will suffice?”
You almost choke on your drink. “Oh, I’m definitely trained, kid. What, you think just because I’m half-god I don’t need to learn how to fight like a human?”
Damian’s lips curl up into something that might be a sneer, but it’s more like the equivalent of a raised eyebrow from someone who’s always trying to one-up everyone. “I suppose that’s a good attitude, for now.”
You raise an eyebrow back, feeling the tension between you two starting to spark. “Keep thinking that.”
Tim, who’s been glaring into his phone the whole time, suddenly looks up. His expression is the usual deadpan, but you catch a flicker of curiosity. “You know,” he says, tapping on his screen, “if you really want to get the most out of this place, you’ll have to figure out which of us is your mentor. Bruce is… well, Bruce, so don’t expect much from him. But if you’re looking for a solid training regiment, maybe ask Dick or Jason. Just—don’t get too attached to the idea of normal training. This is Gotham, and we all have our… quirks.” He’s about to say more when Bruce interrupts with a sharp look.
“That’s enough, Tim,” Bruce says softly, but with authority. The room falls silent for a moment. Tim’s eyes flicker up at Bruce, then down at his phone. No more words from him.
It’s… strange. You’re used to the chaos, but this feels like a whole other level of dysfunction. They bicker like siblings, but there’s this undercurrent of something deeper—loyalty maybe? You can tell that whatever happens between these people, they’re bound by something stronger than just the weight of their shared lives.
You take a breath and cut in, trying to ease the tension. “Look, I’m just here for the short-term. All I need is a place to crash and a bit of guidance while Mom does whatever it is she’s doing.”
“Short-term?” Damian asks, raising a brow. “How short is short-term?”
You glance over at him, the corners of your mouth tugging into a smirk. “Not long enough for you to start calling me ‘sis,’ if that’s what you’re worried about.”
He glares at you. “We shall see.”
The dinner continues, awkwardly at first but slowly finding its rhythm. There’s a comfortable noise in the air now—the kind that only happens when people are used to each other’s company. And while you’re still very much the outsider in this strange little family, for the first time since you arrived, the weight of the world outside feels just a little bit lighter.
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sk4rlette8008 · 2 days ago
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#2 Batboys and their text:
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enviedear · 3 days ago
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any head canons about how jason and dick would each comfort you in a bloaty, pre-period, “don’t look at me” body image day? both would be toothachingly sweet, I’m sure
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ofc nonnie!! i just went through this hell (i feel shocked every month) and i don't mind dropping off some comfort for you, i hope you enjoy <3
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𐔌 JASON TODD 𐦯 jason’s approach is all comfort...and distraction. he’d immediately notice you’re not feeling yourself—because this man knows you like the back of his hand—and without making a big deal out of it, he'd immediately find ways to soothe you. he'll throw one of his hoodies at you and say, "c’mon, put that on. you've been wanting it for weeks." he won’t push you to talk about it if you don’t want to, but if you do? he listens, brow furrowed, nodding like whatever you’re saying. if you grumble about feeling bloated, he’ll hum and say, "yeah? your body's working overtime right now, it'll pass baby." and if you try to argue? he just raises a brow like 'i dare you to fight me on this.'
he’ll tuck you into his side if you want to lounge aound, put on your comfort show or movie, and keep one big, warm hand resting on your lower back or abdomen, rubbing lazy circles. and if you’re in a mood and don’t want to be touched? that’s fine too—he’ll just sit next to you, legs spread out and arms crossed, just keeping you company. he also absolutely enables your cravings, making a store run for whatever you want and not letting you feel bad about it. "babe, if your body wants a deluxe combo and xl smoothie, who are we to deny it that? besides, i want the same."
𐔌 DICK GRAYSON 𐦯 dick is all about making you feel cherished, no matter what. the second he senses you withdrawing, he’s draping himself over you, pressing exaggerated smooches to your forehead, cheeks, anywhere he can reach. "what do you mean, don’t look at you? honey, i look at you every day and think—wow, how did i get so lucky?" and he means it, too—his voice is so earnest it’s impossible to argue.
he’s the type to run you a bath with your favorite scent, plop you in it, and sit outside the tub talking to you the whole time, keeping the conversation light and affectionate. the sort of conversations that make aches and pains lessen. when you’re out, he’s wrapping you in your fluffiest blanket and setting up a whole cozy nest on the couch with heating pads and tea. he’ll massage your shoulders, your feet, whatever part of you is sore, and if you so much as sigh contentedly—he’s grinning like show pony that was just awarded gold.
if you grumble about how you feel, he’s quick to shut it down—not dismissively or anything, but in a way that makes you see yourself how he sees you. "you’re allowed to feel however you feel, but just so you know? you’re stunning, always. no off days." then he’ll tilt his head, smirk, and say, "guess i’ll just have to stare at you extra until it sticks."
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sirxlla · 1 day ago
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Okay I have a request if you could do it, btw I love your bat bros writings
What about how would batboys be if the reader was a tailor?
You're Their Seamstress/Tailor (Batboys)
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Dick: You had bent over, and since Dick was feeling cheeky (pun intended), he swatted your ass.
"I will choke the life out of you with my tailor tape, Grayson." You smacked his arm with a laugh and a smile.
"Hey, you do it to me all the time and it's not my fault you tailor your pants so well to your body."
You roll your eyes before measuring his hips, having to slightly press your face to his stomach.
"Hey there, do I gotta pay extra or does that come included in my fitting?" He remarks, being a smartass as per usual.
You finished up measuring him and started working on his suit, at some point while watching tv he passed out on your couch. You grabbed a blanket and covered him up before returning to your work tailoring his suit. He had a gala to go to and navy really brought out his blue eyes especially when paired with a baby blue tie. The color combination was so simple but it always made him look so handsome.
"God- Fuckin- Shit! Fuck me!" He had slept for a few hours but woke suddenly when he heard you cuss.
"You okay?" He asked with concern as he pushed the blanket off him and got to his feet before quickly making his way over to you.
"Yeah, I- I'm okay, I just sliced my finger open with the scissors." You got up and rushed over to the sink and let the cold water run over it. Dick was quick to grab the first aid kit to bandage your finger.
"It's alright fingers tend to bleed a lot." He said as he noticed the worry and pain on your face. Dick opened the triple antibiotic that has pain relief, thankfully. He dried your finger, put the antibiotic on it and then the little Spongebob bandaids youd picked out which made you smile. You had always thought it was worth the extra couple cents to get themed bandaids cause they gave a smidge of dopamine as well as protection for your finger. Having Star Wars, Hello Kitty or Spongebob bandaids did a lot to help you and others feel a little bit better after an accident.
Dick kissed your finger over the bandaid as he looked into your eyes. "My- My mom always said if you kiss it, it'll heal quicker. I know it's bullshit but little things like that help a lot when accidents happen." Remembering how his mom would kiss his boo boos when he was a kid, he didnt talk about her much so when he brought her up it was heart-warming to know he trusted you with that.
"Thats why I get the themed bandaids! Its the little trivial things that mean a lot." You smiled as you were so glad he had the a smiliar outlook as you.
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Jason: It was very unsurprising when it came to how rough Jason was on everything from his guns to his jacket, to his boots so it was almost weekly that you were fixing something of his.
"Jay, how do you even tear this area?" You said as you held up the jacket that had definitely seen better days, a massive hole in the upper bicep.
"Easy, I've been working out." Jason says being a complete smartass, which you suppose is a good thing, considering if he wasn't, you would know there was something wrong with him.
"Hardy Har Har." Giving him an annoyed smirk flipping him off before grabbing your needle and thread. Unfortunately, a lot of the things that Jason needed patched up had to be hand-sewn, and so you painstakingly spent hours fixing any little holes he had.
"Angel, you know that's not nice." He laughs as he quickly quips back at you, sitting in the desk chair next to you, spinning around.
"I know, that's why I said it." You grabbed his chair and stopped him from spinning. "With the damage being the way it is, I'm most likely going to have to hold on to this for a couple of days, but I did work on something for you."
You put the jacket down so you could get back to it later and got up from your seat. Expecting him to get up and follow, but of course, him being him, he decided that it was a good idea to roll the desk chair across the floor behind you. You rolled your eyes and opened the cabinet to a fairly badass and upgraded suit.
"I worked with Lucius to improve a few things; the fibers are thicker but still breathable and light. Kneepads, chest plate, bracers and the helmet is the same design as before, but we added a better filtration system and a heads-up display on the helmet so you can track blood and run an analysis of whatever you need. The cargo pants are more tear resistant, the jackets new material but the old design." You ran him through all the little bits and pieces of the upgrades, and he almost looked in shock.
"You just did this? Like I didn't even need to ask you, you just did... I have been wondering about a new suit." The smirk that always seemed to lace his tone seemed to slip, now laced with appreciation. "How do you know I needed all this stuff?"
"Well, I talked with Bruce and Barbara on exactly what you needed technology wise and then I spoke to Lucius about the way you fight and things that are tearing and such. Considering he's done so much work with Bruce I figured he would know best and we got it figured out. If you end up not liking something let me know and we'll tweak it as needed."
"Holy shit, this is just..." He stands up from the desk chair and pushes it away from him a little bit. The wheels roll against the tile of the floor as he gazes at his new suit. "No, Angel. I have a feeling this is gonna be amazing." He grabs youand gives you a big hug, In this moment he felt so cared for and so appreciated as he squeezed you a little. "You're a goddamn genius, Angel."
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Bruce: You worked with Lucius on Bruce's suit, working with him on design and functionality. You and Bruce were arguing, the two materials he wanted to pair would make his suit heavy in the rain and he wasn't listening.
"You know what, do it your way, Bruce. Cause you're always right." You stared into his ocean blue eyes with annoyance and anger. Usually those eyes mean the world and could bring you to your knees but right now all you felt was annoyance and irritation.
"I will." He said it with a bit of a smartass tone, he was glad you backed down because he wasnt used to being questioned by anyone.
Guess what happened? The dumbass's suit was too heavy, and he ended up falling off a three-story building.
Thankfully, he's okay but now youre taking care of him. You didn't need to tell him I told you so, he knew he was wrong. While he was passed out in his bed you fixed up his suit and replaced the material that made it so heavy.
Bruce was never one for customizing his things too much but you knew how much he cared about his parents and sewed a small black rose into the undershirt of his suit. It was something he may never see or notice but it felt right considering how often he'd place roses where his parents were killed in Crime Alley, it was like they'd be with him at all times.
Bruce found it months later and immediately thought of you. He'd been thinking of you a lot and he realized how much you truly care about him by doing such little things like refill the water bottles in the batmobile and clean his suit without him asking. He sent you black roses as a thank you so you knew he saw it.
"You do so much for everyone and my family wouldnt be nearly as safe without you. I cant thank you enough. Let me take you out to dinner when you have time. - BW"
Your heart lept into your chest, you and Bruce bumped heads but it was in the same way an old married couple did, you both wanted what was best for the other. Bruce didnt want that other material cause he knew it'd be a pain for you to sew, even if he wouldn't tell you that. You wanted him safe, he knew that but you'd been busting your ass for the whole Batfamily so he asked for the other material even if in the end it did make him look stupid and dislocated one of his shoulders.
So due to that, he could at least get you to take you on a date, he needed a break too and it would be nice to get out and get away from all his kids to spend time with someone he was growing quite fond of.
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Tim: When it came to upgrading Tim's gadgets it was a pain in the ass because he always needed the newest tech and a way to upgrade it. Fortunately, when it came to the gadgets he handled that himself or he had Lucius help with it.
When it came to the suit itself it didn't need to be upgraded unless it had some serious degradation and it was getting to that point, it had holes and rips everywhere.
"No, Tim. We cant talk about it later." You spoke to him through comms as he was on patrol.
"I'm a little busy." You could hear the wind on his cape as he glided over and through the city.
"You're always busy, Tim. The suit needs upgrades and if we dont get to them now it'll be too late. If you dont wanna miss a night of patrol then we need to do it now."
"Alright, Jesus. Why do you always gotta be right?" He said with a easy-going joking tone as he landed on a roof somewhere and there was the sound of the rain patting down onto his cape.
"So I was thinking maybe some titanium coated armor, it'd be stronger but definitely wouldnt add much weight...then maybe we could keep the boots but the pants wear too quickly-"
"Yeah, all that sounds good. I trust you but I gotta go, just do whatever you want." He said as it sounded like he started fighting a group of thugs. "I gotta go, getting my ass handed to me over here. You know? Normal stuff." He said with a laugh.
You worked like a mule trying to get his suit together, referencing his measurements and the sketch you had done several versions of trying to figure which looked the best and was the most functional. Tim bounces around like a ping pong ball so you just put the new suit in place of the old one so he could try it when he got around to it.
"Hey, have you seen this suit?! This is amazing!" He asked you as if he didn't already know you made it yourself.
"I'm glad you like it." You smiled as you worked on other garments.
"I could kiss you, this is so amazing! I- I- I mean...Um, yeah. Thank you." He says as he quickly leaves the room in his suit before his face matches the red on the new chest piece.
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Damian: Being Bruce's son meant Damian would regularly have to attend galas. Damian wasnt so rough on his armored suits so mainly he needed to commision you for suits and the like.
He wasn't very talkative or sociable but secretly it was your favorite thing to do to dress up Damian like your own little Ken doll. Of course he'd never tell you but something about you lighting up everytime he needed something tailored just made his black heart just a very shades lighter.
"Mmm hmmm hmmm." You hummed to your music, your headphones on as to not disturb Damian while you fitted him with the new suit you had just finished but minutes before he walked in.
"You know you don't have to do that?"
"What?" You asked a bit concerned that you'd upset him in some sorta way.
"You can play your music out loud. I don't mind." He wanted to let you in and he could see how much you relaxed after he said that.
"I um- I don't know if you'll like it." You said concerned as you fiddled with your tailored tape.
"Well, we don't know if I will if you dont show me." Damian was in uncharted territory on talking to people and getting to know them but this felt good?
"I'm just listening to the Arcane soundtrack for this last season. It was so good." You almost started rambling but stopped, you liked Damian and didnt want him to think you were weird by going off about your interests.
"Yeah, it was pretty good, I really didn't expect that ending..."
"No, No, No! Wait! I haven't finished it. I just- I haven't had the chance. I'm on like episode four or five." You stopped him before he went on and accidentally spoiled it.
"Oh, so you haven't even got to the big parts then..."
"No, I've been working on your suit." You said as you smoothed the suit over his shoulders. The suit is a beautiful deep burgundy, the collars black with a black tie and white undershirt, simple but unique. He looks stunning, your hands held his wrist as you put on his cufflinks for him.
"We'll, I um..." Holy shit he was nervous, he'd not done this in ages...and he was never nervous but he wanted to make a good impression. He took a deep breath. "Hey, why don't you and I watch the last episodes together? Like make it a night tomorrow or something? I mean- Actually... do you have time tonight?"
"Tonight? I thought you were busy with the gala." You asked him, you didnt wanna say yes then make him feel obligated when he was actually meant to be somewhere else.
"I was but Jason and Dick can deal with it. I'd rather spend my night here with you if that's okay." You turned your face away from him as it was probably obvious that your heart was beating in eyes like an old cartoon.
"I'd love that." Your eyes glancing up at his a lot less nervous and a lot more hopeful.
That night was full of a lot of emotion from the show and you ended up a sobbing mess against his chest, thank goodness he'd changed out of the suit otherwise it would be soaked with your tears. He held you all through it and by the end of the night he was sure he was crushing on you.
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mixingandmelting · 2 days ago
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Drunken Haze
Summary: He deals with an extremely drunk you
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He doesn’t know what to make of the situation. 
“Woah. You’re so pretty.”
Words slurred. Eyes glazed over.  A dopey smile plastered on your face. You were passed out on the table for five minutes after a single can of beer. Now you’re back up, completely drunk. He’s genuinely glad that: one, you’re drinking at home and two, it’s only with him you’re with right now. Scarlet hue from cheeks and over your nose, if this is how you are from just a single can of beer, he doesn’t know if he could hold himself back from seeing you act like this at the bar. 
“Yeah?” He chuckles from how obvious you swoon over him, watching you sluggishly nod your head in an attempt to show enthusiasm. 
“Yeah. Like, real pretty. Superman pretty.”
Oh, now that definitely strokes his feathers. Getting up, he moves from sitting across from you to next to you. One arm rests on the back rest of your chair, the other supporting his head. 
“And what makes you think I’m pretty?” A teasing lilt in his voice, both amused and curious what you’ll say next. 
“I mean, for starters, you’re practically built like a marble statue of a Greek God. You know, perfect skin and those built muscles.”
He presses his hand against his mouth to suppress his laughter while you poke his biceps to emphasize your point. He’s heard plenty of praises from you but it’s a new experience to hear what you think of him, unfiltered. It’s both hilarious and endearing, funny and extremely adorable. You praising him sober are usually tame, apparently not wanting to feed his ego. This though? He can get behind this. Tease you more and see what else you’re thinking of him. He moves his hand and lightly pinches your cheek.
“And what if I said I’m your boyfriend-” He stops, letting go when you thrust your hand towards him. He stares, more confused at seeing you suddenly pull your collar up to your nose and start sniffing it. 
“Why-What are you doing?”
You take another sniff, eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed from concentrating.  
“I want to make sure I’m not stinky.” 
He blinks. Say what now?
“What?”
You don’t stop, going on to sniffing the sleeves. “I want to make sure I’m pretty in front of you. Since you’re my boyfriend and I want to keep you as my boyfriend.”
…Fuck. If only you weren’t drunk. If only you say this when sober-! 
He counts backwards. You’re drunk, he reminds himself as frustration builds up inside of him. But the desire to just squish you, pepper kisses and tell you how precious you are and that he loves you so much-! Quickly he gets up and starts coaxing you to bed, for both yours and his sake. He, mentally, sheds tears of pain and anguish as he does, finding this whole situation unfair. Why couldn’t you be more honest like now when you’re not drunk!? The only thing that comforts and keeps him from unleashing the rage inside him are the plans he intends to initiate the next morning involving you, him, and some quality alone time. For now, he shuffles you into the blankets, tucking in you and kissing your forehead with a warm smile when you giggle and tell him you can fly to the moon because he's with you.
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creativecupcake · 17 hours ago
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Love seeing how the family fell apart.
Family without light.
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Bruce and Y/N divorced after more than 15 years of marriage. The marriage was only for the sake of cooperation between the two companies, not for love. But after Y/N's father died and she took over the company, she decided to cancel the contract between them and divorce him. But... that's not what matters to Damian now... what matters to him is what happened after Y/N left the house. He thought that when she left, nothing would happen, he always ignored her or even fought with her or said harsh words in front of her and behind her. But... when did his wounds and injuries become so painful? After all, it's not the first time he got injured while fighting some villains. After all, he was trained by his mother Talia to be strong and feel as painless as possible. So he's surprised by the pain he feels from a mere scratch! His mother would be disappointed if she knew about this. But that's not the only change Damian has noticed. Y/N usually took him home from school and home to school and sometimes took him to the mall to buy food for his pets or to the Kent family's house. Now that she was gone, it was Alfred who drove him with Bruce and sometimes Jason. Tim barely had time for himself and Dick wasn't in Gotham. So when Jason was busy on a case and Alfred was busy, he would wait for one of them to come or he would walk home. As the days went by he was getting tired of it, the commute between home and school was too long... and he missed the places Y/N used to take him. She would take him after shopping to see the ocean or even to a fancy place to buy him nice clothes that fit his taste... she knew how to choose clothes... comfortable and cool at the same time. He missed when she would stop at the candy store or ice cream shop to buy his favorite flavor without telling Alfred. He missed when she would defend him in front of his father, she knew when he was lying or not. And when Bruce punishes him by stopping him from going on patrol, Y/N will bring the Robin costume that Bruce hid and then she will ask him to go in patrol, whether Bruce wants to or not. He missed her when she would stand waiting for him every day after school, start another fight in the car with her, and make it up to him with ice cream even though she didn't do anything wrong... He missed her... So he had a plan, a plan for her to come and take him from school to the market. A few weeks ago, Damian saw one of the students at his school calling their mother because they were sick. So Damian was going to call Y/N... and tell her he was sick and she would take him! Yeah, after all, it had been 3 months since the divorce, she must be missing him by now. Right?
"Yes Damian Wayne? What's wrong?" The headmistress said with a raised eyebrow upon seeing Damian hoping he wasn't here because of another fight.
Damian looked at her for a few moments nervous and a little excited. "I'm sick... I need to go home early today. Can I call someone to pick me up?" Damian said using his acting skills and speaking in a pale and sick voice. The principal was surprised and nodded "Of course you can, go ahead you can call your family." The principal gave him the phone and Damian took it after thanking her he went out and stood in the school corridor while writing down Y/N's number after writing down the number he was nervous and his finger hovered over the call button. after taking a deep breath he pressed the call button and put the phone to his ear... After waiting for an eternity (for Damian) a familiar voice answered. "Yes? Who's calling?" Damian forgot for a while why he was calling but he finally answered.
"I-It's me, Damian... I'm calling from school..." Damian said cursing himself for stuttering.
"Okay?... What do you want?"
"I... I'm sick... and Alfred is busy, I need you to pick me up from here." Damian answered lowering his voice, to show that he was sick. There was a long moment of silence… then Y/N answered, “Why should I?… I don’t have a connection to Bruce anymore, so you’re not my responsibility anymore.” Damian felt a lump in his throat… like he was choking, did she not miss him? Did she no longer love him? Or care about him? Was everything she did fake? No… it was real, he felt it! Damian answered in a voice close to tears while cursing himself internally for his weakness, “What?… But I… I… I’m sick…” Damian couldn’t hold back the tears that started to fall. “then call your mom… I’m busy, don’t call again.” Y/N hung up the phone before Damian could answer. Damian tried not to fall and cry, tried to wipe away his tears, tried to hide the trembling of his body, but he failed. After crying silently in the bathroom for a while, he washed his face and handed the phone back to the principal, looking down, trying to avoid her gaze. The day passed quietly, Alfred came late as always and got into the car silently as usual, but this time he was sadder. After several more months, Damian was about to forget about it and act like nothing happened. He was walking out of school and heading to his new seating area where he would sit while waiting for Alfred or Jason. But he noticed something… no, someone… It was Y/N! Damian's heart fluttered with joy and he wanted to run to her… She came for him!… That's what Damian thought as he prepared to run to her… But before his joy could be complete, he saw a twin from the same school he goes to. They hugging Y/N… Why? Damian looked at them in confusion… then he heard one of them say 'Auntie'… then Damian knew that Y/N didn't come for him… but for those two, Damian was hit with another wave of sadness, he was about to cry, he was close to crying but he didn't in front of people… so he silently walked to the spot where he sits to wait for someone to take him home while he watched Y/N from afar… she patted the two kids on the head… hugged them, opened the car door for them… Damian's breath was shaky, he was about to break down, why did she have to be nice to them, what about him? He also wanted her to look at him, smile at him, ask him how school was, and spoil him with sweets… he wanted someone to take care of him… he wanted her to take care of him like Talia didn't… he missed Y/N. He will do anything to back the days before she leave him... he promise to himself.
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MOONLIT BEAMS PAINTED THE APARTMENT IN AN ETHEREAL HUE, your body thumping on the couch beneath you, wooden floorboards creaking lightly as the sound echoed across the four walls. Your fingers drew lazy circles around the neck of the bottle of whiskey, before taking a deep swig, your throat setting ablaze at the burn of the alcohol.
The thudding at your door was unfortunately familiar. It’s like clockwork, once a week, maybe twice if he’s feeling eager. You love it, your body loves it. He always comes to you specifically, maybe other women but you’re never sure since the way he pleasures you sometimes makes you feel like the only woman in the world. Sometimes.
“—Open the fucking door.” a voice emerged from behind the door, an impatient edge in his tone. You huffed at his inconvenient timing before pushing yourself off the leather and moving to open the door.
Your arms crossed over your chest, blocking the entry as you just glared up at him through narrowed eyes. “You’ve got impeccable timing.” your tongue rolled sarcastically as you shifted slightly for him to shrug past you; and he just scoffed ignorantly.
“..what do you want, Jason?” you bit the inside of your cheek in anticipation as you leaned against the now closed door as he stood in-front of you, his broad frame towering over you and creating a gloomy shadow to rake over your body.
“You know what I want.” his voice was stern, almost assertive as if he left no room for debate. His crimson helmet glistening as soft beams reflected through the windows and his auburn eyes slithered along the shape of your body. The way your hair was slumped over your shoulders, only slightly covering your toned collarbones. Down to the baby tee you threw on along with the shorts, and those slippers you begged him to buy you; the pink bunny ones with the cute little bows.
He didn’t miss the way your eyes were faintly drooped, as if were a little intoxicated. You shifted in your stance at his staring, the silence thick and tension swamping your lungs. Your lips pressed toegther before you spoke up, speaking over the constant trickling rainfall slapping against the glass windows. “I don’t think so, honey.”
Right, you were standing your ground this time, playing ‘hard to get’. I mean, you seriously weren’t gonna let Jason take advantage of you everytime he’s horny after patrol. But the way he looked, just peering down at you with his rugged exterior.
His jet black hair sticking to his forehead as he discarded his helmet, the cool steel placed in the palm of his hand as he raised a single brow at you. His bronze jacket wrapped around his shoulders and his suit drenched in water. “That whiskey messin’ with your head?” he scoffed, head cocking to behind him gesturing to the bottle left on the coffee table.
You scoffed right back at him, shrugging past his broad figure, elbows colliding with his muscle as you sat at your couch, taking the bottle in your grasp. “You gotta ask more politely.” He narrowed his eyes at you skeptically, loud steps ricochet along the walls, “Ah, I see.”
His steps inched closer until he was standing with crossed arms above you, your piercing eyes fluttering fiercely at him: undoubted fire behind your orbs, the ember now seeping down every place in your body.
“—was never one for manners, doll.” he muttered low and rough, the nickname rolled off his tongue so effortlessly, as if it was just a conscious act. He tilted his head at you, playing into your game he landed on the couch with a thump, plopping next to you and taking the bottle from your hands, fingers brushing sending electric jolts to spark through both of your bodies.
He took a long swig from the bottle, lips dancing at the rim before pulling away, the alcohol burning his throat and sending chills down his body, hairs on his forearms raising. “..maybe you should consider learning.” your breath stammered watching him drink the whiskey, the action so alluring and attractive yet so tough.
Jason's eyes flicker to you as you scoot closer to him on the couch, you find yourself melting into the pit of lust and desire; his body tensing in response to your proximity.
He tries to maintain his stony expression, but it's obvious that your presence has an effect on him. He takes another sip of his whiskey, his mind warring between the desire to keep you at arm's length and the overwhelming need to pull you closer.
He turns slightly in his seat, facing you more directly, his eyes watching you closely as you close the gap between you. “No, thanks.” he gruffed coldly, fingers tighten around the whiskey bottle, the scent of your skin and the sound of your voice washing over him like a wave. His mind grows hazy, his thoughts swirling in his head as his attention is primarily focused on you.
Your eyes rolled at him, but there was undeniable tension and yearn in the rough of his voice. His abruptness and blunt tonecaught you off guard when he spoke, “Keep rollin’ your eyes at me ‘n i’ll make them stay like that.”
And suddenly, you felt the whiskey adjusting your mind; almost tormenting you as you could feel yourself giving into Jason’s games. The way his legs widened at his slouch position on the couch, big arms stretching to rest behind your head. He noticed your blazing gaze, the fire in your eyes almost burning through his skin.
Silence corrupted the atmosphere like a plague, and you shifted closer and closer until the barrier between your bodies was broken and you felt the warmth of his figure washing chills down yours.
He placed the whiskey down on the coffee table with a loud thud, your gaze faltering for a bit before he leaned in and ran his palm down your soft cheek. His fingertips grazed over your skin so lightly, and you couldn’t help but connect your lips with his.
The kiss started slow, deliberate and passionate. Your lips interlocked with each others, his tongue stroking yours ever so lightly. Though, the air grew thicker, and so did his desire.
He snaked his hands down your chest, finding your waist before pulling you into his lap; grip firmly on your hips. Your lips stayed connected , but you pulled away for air, taking a short breath and letting your eyes rake over his sharp features; lips parted and his eyes full of lust and hunger.
He couldn’t wait for you, he was eager. His palm pushing the back of your head into his as he kissed you again. Although, this time it was different, rough, even. His tongue darted out to lick your jaw and throat while he grazed his hands down to your hips as you began rocking against his.
The growing erection his pants became more and more harder by the second, and you could feel it. The dangerously massive length underneath you pushed against your heat.
You easily melted in his touch, your guided movements and sloppy kissing becoming more primal, more intense. You deepened the kiss, head pushing further into his and he groaned into your mouth rawly. That familiar sound sending electric waves into the pool forming in your stomach, fueling the heat and hunger.
His hands snaked up to pull at the hem of your shirt; struggled rapid movements. He became impatient and ripped the fabric off of you, “—what the fuck?!” a short gasp escaping your lips in shock at the sudden movement. “I’ll buy you a new one, doll.” he grunted after noticing your expression at the ripped shirt.
You nodded, mind too hazed to even worry before he leaned into your neck, laying warm, open mouthed kisses on your sensitive skin. Breathy gasps left your mouths while you were grinding harder on his clothed abdomen.
Jason pulled you off of him, laying you on the couch and leaning over you, admiring your beauty as you looked messy, intoxicated. Thick fingers pushed a hair behind your ear before he pulled off his shirt, tossing it onto the ground and unbuckling his belt.
Before you knew it, you were both naked, and he licked a long stripe from your throat down to the valley of your breasts all the way down to your abdomen, and he stopped right above your cunt. He spread your thighs gently, kissing the soft flesh. “mm..”
You let out light moans, but you were also eager for the his dick, so you interlocked your fingers in his hair and pulled him up. He glared up at you, brows furrowed. “..I want you, Jason.”
He chuckled dryly, jet black hair tickling your stomach. “Patience, doll.” he muttered lowly, another small kiss above your cunt, he was teasing you, making you desperate until you’d give in. “Patience..” he whispered again, eyes slithering down to your soaked cunt.
His tongue darted out, licking your warm folds, and laying sweet kisses there. He continued to tease you, to make you sigh in frustration and lust.
“—jasonnnn..” you whined, knowing he wasn’t gonna give you what you want, but to your surprise, he began to spread your folds, licking a stripe on your bud. “ohh— fuck..” you let out a breathy moan, his tongue dancing on your clit.
Jason was feral. He was lapping at your cunt, teeth grazing over your clit only making you wetter. His hands gripped on your inner thighs, keeping you in place and attempting to reduce your squirming. “Quit movin’ , baby.” Maybe the whiskey was making you feel more, making you feel every single inch of his mouth on you.
Your fingers were clasped onto his head, manicured nails scratching his scalp and pulling on his hair for some sort of relief. Your gasps and hiccups were loud, moans even louder. “—fuck!!” he was brutal, his pace was so rapid and he was eating you out like you were his final meal.
Your moans only fuelled his ego, and he spat onto your cunt, the saliva hitting you cruelly before shoving two thick digits inside of you. You sucked his fingers in so well, your walls tightening around him while he continued to abuse your clit with his tongue.
His tongue was relentless and rapid, carrying no mercy for your state. You were literally seeing stars while he devoured you, pushing his head deeper into your juices and sucking on your bud. You were squirming, and his hands clasped down onto your thighs even firmer, bruising.
He groaned into your cunt intensely, almost animalistic while your gasps were short and breathy. He curled his fingers inside of you, plunging them in and out repeatedly while you were moaning so loudly you were sure your neighbours weren’t pleased.
You couldn’t control your squirming when he was shoving his head into you and lapping at you so roughly and sloppily. He pulled away, glaring up at you as you propped yourself up on your elbows. His chin glistened with your juices, the city skylights reflecting on his strong, features. Though his brows were furrowed as if he was irritated at your moving. “—told you to stop fuckin’ movin’ .” he grunted lowly, eyes narrowing at you.
“..i’m sorry, jay— it’s just..” your chest heaved while you gasped for air, he didn’t even let you finish your sentence before he continued to destroy your cunt. “mm— so good! “ A whimper escaped your lips as his tongue ate you out like a man starved, and your moans grew louder and louder.
You were screaming his name, losing control and a whimpering mess. He scoffed into your cunt when he heard your breathy gasps grow louder and harder, knowing you were closer and knowing you were completely at his mercy restrained beneath him.
His fingers worked faster, plunging in and out harder as he pulled his head back to watch your expression; mouth formed in an ‘O’ shape while your head completely thrown back.“—lemme hear ya’“ he murmured lowly, staring at you intensely while his thick digits abused your cunt.
Your walls squeezed him so perfectly, his pace was so fast yet so amazing. Your moans grew pornographic, and lustful as your hips lifted up and down from the couch, you were so close. “C’mon, sweetheart.” his voice was nothing but a blur, your mind too hazed to comprehend his words.
Your orgasm hit you hard, moans and gasps bouncing off the walls as he watched you turn into a melting mess underneath him while your cum spilled from your cunt, seeping down onto the couch. “..there we go.” he groaned in satisfaction before leaning down, sucking and licking all of your juices, before his tongue flicked over your sensitive bud, not caring for the state you’re in.
He forced you to take raw intensity of the aftershocks, working you through them as your hands darted down to push him away, overstimulated. His hands flew up to yours, pinning them to your stomach as he kept his filthy pace on your clit; groaning into you.
Once he was done, he pulled off with a soaked chin, you were completely wrecked. Hair a mess, eyes all puffy from whimpering and crying and your breath panting. You were surely too tired to even actually fuck him, but to your surprise, he grabbed you by your ankles and flipped you over onto your stomach.
You let out a grunt as the man flipped you over roughly, “Don’t worry, i’ll go easy on ‘ya.” was all he said before slamming into you. Your walls clenched him in uncontrollably, and you were already soaking wet. Lewd slaps and slick filled the atmosphere.
Your groans turned into moans, which faded into short gasps and whimpers as you felt yourself getting closer. Jason’s fingers dug into your hips, lifting you up slightly from the leather as he hit deeper into your cervix. As he hit your sweet spot, he groaned almost pornographically at the feeling of being so deep inside of you. “You feel that, baby?”
You could only hum a strained groan in response, mind fuzzy and dumb from his raw, filthy thrusts. “What was that, doll?” His digits snaked up your hips, and to your lower abdomen where he felt his bulge inside your stomach. A low, gruff chuckle erupted from his throat as you gasped at the feeling of his fingers pressing into it. “Fuckk..” he grunted, “‘m gonna fill this pussy up so good.”
You gasped his name softly as you felt yourself getting closer, and he hummed in a faux sympathetic tone. “Jason— jay.. so.. so close..” your eyes rolled back, and your fingers dug into whatever you could manage to grip onto.
“That what you want, baby?” His cock was hitting your sweet spot so deliciously, so deep and hard. “..you want me to put a baby in you?” His pace fastened, asks he let out a guttural moan at your pussy fluttering around his cock, earning for his to twitch in response.
He pulled out before you could orgasm, and he flipped you onto your front, staring right into your puffy eyes from tears hinting at the edges. “—Want you to look at me while you come.” he panted, chest heaving and hair sticking with sweat. He immediately drove back into you, nestling himself so sweetly inside. His hands gripped your sides as he pulled you onto his thrusts, skin slapping.
Your eyes kept shutting, the whiskey was getting to your head and you felt a slight buzz; cock drunk. His fingers down, “—fuckin’ look at me.” grasping onto your chin roughly so your eyes can shoot open. His expression was focused, brows furrowed and bottom lip bit between his teeth as he tried to his back his moans.
Though, it was short lived as he leaned down, hands now holding you tight as he mating pressed into you, and your nails came at his back, scraping mercilessly as your mouth fell into an ‘O’ shape.
“mm..” he let out a moan. Then another. And then another which was deeper, more primal. He dug his face into your neck, “So fucking perfect.” he muttered, inhaling your scent and licking a stripe to your ear while he let out all his grunts, moans and slight whimpers.
“—Right there, jay !!” you moaned loudly, and he pulled his head out of your neck to glare into your eyes. His emerald orbs glistening in the dimmed lighting.
He moaned lowly, many gasps of pleasure escaping your lips while hispace getting uncontrollably faster; his tip twitched inside of you, your walls squeezing him in. “Gonna be a good girl ‘f me?”
You whimpered, nodding as you glare at him through drooping eyes, tears dried at your flustered cheeks. “Go on then, come on my cock.” he gasped as he felt your juices spill from inside of you, now coating the leather. The moan you let out was almost dangerous, it was loud and came from the heart. You were sure the windows and mirrors were gonna shatter.
“Shit..” he groaned as he painted your walls white, orgasm hitting him hard. So hard that his head collapsed onto your neck, and your fingers came up to scratch the back of his hair. Small mutters and praises of sweet nothings left his lips while he moaned at the feeling of your nails on his scalp.
After moments of intensity, he pulled out slowly, glaring down at the mess that was left before he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
“..do we have to clean this up?” he muttered, brow raising as a low chuckle left your throat, though you were so exhausted. “..’s not gonna clean itself, idiot.” He patted your hip, allowing you to rest knowing he fucked you dumb as he cleaned the area. The small gesture making your heart pound as you watched him through half lidded eyes.
He stopped abruptly, thinking for a moment before glaring down at your state, an amused smirk on his pale lips.
“—Can we order take out?”
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a/n: guys im bad at dialogue im sorry
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axetivev · 3 days ago
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Dick talking to Reader while asking for a handshake : Heyyy! Y/N, it's been a while. How have you been?
Reader casually smiling while returning the handshake : I'm going well. How about you, Dick?
Jason who was behind Dick : Speak to them again and meet with the consequences, Richard.
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angelltheninth · 12 hours ago
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Hey I saw your different types of love confessions, I’m not sure if you wanted specific ones for each character or one type of confession for each character… but nonetheless it would be cute to see them if the Batboys, however you feel like!
Don't worry, I have an idea of what to do with this one.
Pairing: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne x Reader
Tags: fluff, developing relationship, love confession, first kiss, cuddles, flirting, realization of feelings
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A/N: Love the Batboys letting themselves feel love and be loved. They need that a whole lot in canon.
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Dick writes you a note confessing his feelings, it takes him several days but he's trying to get it just right. There are a lot of feelings that he has about you so rather than just one piece of paper it ends up as several. By the time he's done it's not so much a note as it is an essay. Might be easier to just tell you his feelings instead. And he would if his brothers didn't rat him out and pushed him to give you the... love essay since he spent so much time writing it.
Jason acts like it's no big deal that he has feelings for you. A crush is a passing thing and he thought it would leave him after you've been fooling around for a few months, but it only caused his feelings to increase. It's fine, no big deal, he just, you know, really cares about you and he wants you to know that in case he dies again and doesn't get to say it. But don't blow this confession out of proportion, it's not the first time he's fallen in love, might be the last though.
Tim didn't mind getting all cuddly with you on the couch when you asked him to stay the night. The two of you have been flirting back and forth for some time, but neither really voices your feelings out loud. It was a comfortable state that you were both in, but on the couch and in the relationship. But he was tired, he was cozy, he was all warm and happy with you holding him and so he turned to you, looked you in the eyes and told you he loved you.
Damian kisses you unexpectedly and refuses to elaborate further for weeks. The relationship between you two is left in absolute limbo because he is stubborn and refuses to talk about his feelings. It was up to you to literally trap him and confront him about it and even then he pretended not to know what you were talking about. When he heard that you were asked out by someone else he demanded to know who was flirting with his beloved.
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tangylemonade · 14 hours ago
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This is so bad for my mental health
thinking about dick grayson taking ur virginity for the first time and he’s trying so so hard to be soft and gentle but you’re just so tight and wet and he’s throwing his head back and groaning while praying to god he doesn’t hurt you as he talks you through it. “i know baby i know that was a stretch wasn’t it? but i promise it’ll feel so good, you’re doing so good for me/ aren’t you? my sweet thing.”
goodnight
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mariswxt · 3 days ago
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—————————HE TOOK ME BACK TO EAST ATLANTA (NAH, NAH, NAH)…
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INTRODUCING… BEACH PLAYA!DICK.ᐟ
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It began in Havana. You weren’t one to drop to your knees for a man’s attention, but what if that man did all the right things? What if he made you dizzy, wanting, desperate for more than just words? What was it about this one man?
Let’s go over the details.
It was how he took your hand and murmured in your ear, voice smooth as honey and corner of his lips turned up like he’d done it a hundred times before.
It was how he’d practically rehearsed his lines a hundred times, sweet smiles, all the while as he charmed your back to his chest, hand over his on your stomach and his lips brushing your cheek like it’s porcelain.
Nimble fingers brushed up the slit in your dress, raven hair tickling your cheek as he mouthed at your jaw and chin, murmuring his name into your skin while he etched his name there with his burning touch, your hip in his hand, moving with your body like liquid in this small, dimly yet warm-lit dance shack, the scent of sex clouding your head even if the only thing he’d done was grind against your ass and pant out honeyed nothings into your ear.
Two fingers tipped your chin so you’d look at him. Those pouty pink lips curled into a grin, and you knew he won— that he was used to winning. That whatever he just pulled now was his modus operandi and it worked flawlessly, as he dragged you out of the shack/dance club, out onto the sand of the beach while stealing deep kisses from your lips— god damn, did he know how to use ‘em.
It wasn’t even like you were a conquest— you were the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen, which was why he was laying you on the warm sand behind a couple rocks, hiking your dress up and licking up your inner thigh with a low moan, fingers digging into the plush of it with his eyes rolling back cause holy fuck.
When his tongue dipped past your panties, that’s when you knew you were hooked, no line or sinker needed.
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here’s some special tags for my babies @faiszt and @dollishvie! some girl dinner for y’all <3
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ecstxsyy · 2 days ago
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2NITE? | D. GRAYSON ❦
Wanna try out some freaky positions?
based on this ask.
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18+ mdni!
dick grayson x popstar!fem reader
warnings: oral (m!receiving), p in v, face-fucking, squirting, handcuff use, i just know dick talks you through it.
requests for v-day event are closed!!
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YOU LOVED making music, you’ve been passionate about it since you were a kid. But, never did you think you would be about to go on stage to perform in front of thousands of people. The nerves made your hands clammy, small jitters working their way through you. It was your Valentine’s Day show, so many fans were in attendance waiting to hear you sing their favorite love songs.
A countdown began in your in-ear monitor and before you knew it, the platform was rising and the stage was opening up. The backtrack to a new song you hadn’t released yet began playing in your ear and a smirk splayed itself across your face. The song playing was ‘Juno’, a song that you wrote for your boyfriend Dick, who was sitting front row in the VIP box. He’d never heard the song before, he tried to play it a few times when he would come to the studio with you, but you insisted it be a surprise.
“Don’t have to tell your hot ass a thing,” you sang through your sparkly mic, locking eyes with Dick as you came fully through the stage. “Oh yeah, you just get it.”
These words caught Dick’s attention immediately, a blush spreading across his cheeks. He listened intently, hanging on to every word that came out of your mouth.
“Whole package, babe, I like the way you fit,” blared throughout the arena as you made eye contact with your flustered boyfriend, dancing along with your backup dancers to your choreography. From the look on Dick’s face, you weren't making it home before he got his hands on you.
After your performance ended, you waved goodbye to your fans and turned to walk backstage. The stage crew greeted you with water and a towel to pat down the sweat from your forehead, catching your breath in small pants. A familiar face soon greeted you with a big smile.
“So, you like the way I fit, huh?” Dick teased, bending down to capture your lips in a soft kiss. You giggled as Dick tucked a piece of stray hair behind your ear.
“Oh I love it,” you fired back, making Dick’s cheeks bloom red yet again. His hand found yours, helping you stand as he let you lead the way to your dressing room. You opened the door to the small space and walked over to your vanity to start taking off your stage costume, Dick moved quickly to help you.
His hands unzipped the back of your sparkly dress, sliding it down your frame. Dick planted kisses on your neck and shoulder.
“You got those handcuffs you were talking about?” the dark-haired boy smirked while you nodded, grabbing them from one of the drawers in the vanity. You swung the fuzzy pink cuffs around your finger as you approached him.
“You’re under arrest, Mr. Grayson,” you said seductively, pushing him down onto the couch behind him. You grabbed both of his wrists, cuffing one before pulling it over a bar on the wall and cuffing the other. Once you were sure he was locked in place, you moved to kneel between his legs. You ran your palms up and down his thighs letting them run dangerously close to his groin.
Your small fingers moved quickly to unbuckle his belt, unbuttoning his jeans soon after. You slid his pants and boxers down to his ankles, letting his throbbing cock spring free. His tip was an angry red and leaking salty precum, standing prominent against his paler skin. Your soft tongue kitten-licked his tip, collecting the fluid and sticking your tongue out for him to see.
Dick groaned above you, trying to move to grab the back of your head but the handcuffs held him in place. You giggled and took his tip into your mouth, sucking on it softly before letting it go with a pop. His length stood hard, the vein that runs up the underside of it bulging out due to all the blood flow.
“Please, baby,” he breathed out, bucking his hips to try and push his cock towards your mouth.
“So needy,” you laughed out, taking him completely into your mouth. Your head bobbed up and down at an even pace, swirling your tongue around his tip every time you came up. Dick’s whimpers were pathetic but adorable, small whines pushing their way out of him. You were always so good with your mouth, so good at taking all of him.
You throated the length of his cock and his warmth filled your esophagus, you held your gags as best as you could to take him completely. Dick let out a loud whine you pulled off of him, taking in a deep gasp of air. He smiled at you proudly when you got straight back to work bobbing your head up and down on him.
“That’s my girl,” he moaned while watching you take your hands and use them to pump the rest of his length that wasn't in your mouth. You used both of your hands to twist while you jerked him off, Dick loved it when you did that. His hips went crazy, bucking wild off of the couch.
You could tell he was close, but you wanted some pleasure for yourself too. You took your mouth and hands off of him, standing to strip out of your tights and bra. Dick’s jaw dropped watching you strip for him, no matter how often he saw you naked you never ceased to make him feel like a teenage boy with his first porn magazine.
Once you were naked you straddled Dick’s lap, grabbing his tip and running it through your folds to collect your wetness.
“You got that wet just from suckin’ me off?” Dick asked in almost disbelief, he knew you would but the way you never got sick of it blew his mind.
“Just for you,” you whispered seductively in his ear, spearing yourself on his cock. He filled you so well, he had a decent girth but his dick was long and had a slight curve to the left. You clenched around him, slowly adjusting to his length before you started to bounce up and down on him.
You moaned at the way he felt inside of you, his tip rubbing against your g-spot. Dick tried to thrust his hips into you to speed up your pace, you tsked at him and slowed down even more. The groans that left him made you soaked, your arousal leaking out all over both of your thighs.
You tried to continue to tease Dick when suddenly there was a snap and his hands were on your hips, the pink cuffs remained on his wrists but the chain that connected them was obliterated by his pure strength. You thought he’d let you keep control but you were pinned beneath Dick’s weight in seconds. He thrust into you roughly, pounding your poor cervix with his thick tip.
Your moans were uncontrollable and went higher in pitch with every thrust, it was music to Dick's ears. Dick propped his string frame up with one hand whilst the other moved to play with your clit, your legs trembled around his waist and you were a writhing mess.
“Gotta stay still, baby,” Dick teased, grabbing both of your legs and tossing them over his shoulders to pin you in place. The new angle made you crazy, your back arching up off of the sweaty leather beneath you. Dick pounded his tip into your g-spot, abusing the sensitive bundle of nerves.
The change of position had your orgasm nearing quickly, his fingers speeding up their assault on your clit. Your orgasm hit you like a train making you nearly explode like a powder keg. Your moans came out as needy screams as your orgasm sprayed itself across Dick’s lower abdomen, you knew very well you’d never hear the end of this from your crew and manager.
“There you go, that feels so good doesn't it?” Dick coed into your easy, he removed his hand from your clit and stuffed his wet fingers in your mouth to muffle your moans. You nodded, tears of pleasure pooling in your eyes.
Dick slid out of you and pulled you up onto your knees, slapping his heavy cock against your cheek. You let your jaw fall open as he slid his length inside the warmth of your mouth, slowly beginning to face-fuck you. He used your hair as a guide, making you gag and choke on him.
Tears fell free from your eyes, smearing your mascara down your cheeks. Dick choked out a moan when you began to hum around him, his orgasm coming over him. He came in spurts, his load shooting down your throat.
“Swallow for me, princess,” Dick encouraged, stroking your cheek while you swallowed his thick load. You stuck your tongue out once you made sure you swallowed it all, showing him that you took all of it.
“That’s such a good girl,” he praised, helping you to your feet. Dick pressed a solid kiss to your lips, hugging your body against his frame.
So much for those fuzzy pink handcuffs.
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dollwhite · 1 day ago
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Siren reader
siren reader who grow up not telling any adults what went down in her life : Tt pussy
Night wing who’s just trying to tell Tim that when something big happens in his life he needs to tell an adult: I will knock yo ass out, I do not care that you’re a girl. 
Red Robin who did tell an adult… [reader] : i told reader? 😕
Like two feet away from them
Damian who’s never seen Dick recent someone so much other than his mother: intriguing… very intriguing
Jason who’s just wondering how tf they got into his safe house?
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oceansnotebook · 7 hours ago
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dc boys but they’re cats
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Not a request, I just thought it would be fun and cute!
again, if you didn’t see, I probably won’t be posting much through Feb 14-Feb 16!!
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enviedear · 2 days ago
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got an ask talking about childhood best friend!DICK GRAYSON, so now i'm thinking abt little richard grayson—who was all bright eyes and boundless energy when you used to know him—always climbing things he shouldn’t, always flashing a reckless grin before dragging you into whatever trouble he was about to get into.
but then life happened. some distance, time, and simply separate paths. you do hear about him in passing sometimes, mostly just a name that lingers in various headlines, in stories too grand to match the funny little boy you once knew.
but then you see him again.
he’s taller now, broader, carrying himself with an ease that wasn’t there before. or perhaps it was—it just read as pretentious. but now? he looks like he knows exactly who he is and doesn’t want or need to prove it to anyone. there’s something sharp in his gaze, something weighty in the way he moves, but when he looks at you—and recognizes you instantly—that grin you remember creeps onto his lips, bright and warm like no time has passed at all.
“wow.” the word slips out before you can stop it, because what else are you supposed to say when the boy you grew up with is standing in front of you—all grown up and looking—well, dream worthy.
dick laughs, like he knows exactly what you’re thinking, “what, didn’t think i’d make it this far?”
“oh, no. i knew you’d survive. i just didn’t expect you to…thrive.” your eyes skim over him—broad shoulders, leisurely stance, the way he somehow manages to look both effortlessly calm and infuriatingly charming.
he steps closer, tilting his head, “you’re one to talk, trouble.” he murmurs your old nickname, eyes dragging over you like he’s drinking in every inch. “you’re—” he stops, shakes his head with a grin that’s half wonder, half something else. "i mean, You were cute back then, but now? well, this is just unfair."
your stomach flips, “oh, stop it—you were always the looker,” a smile, "still are."
his grin softens, something fond creeping into his expression, “yeah?”
you nod, and maybe you’re staring too much, maybe he is too, but neither of you seem to care. because right now, in this moment, you’re just two people standing in the bright light of childhood, realizing that growing up might not have been so bad after all.
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writer’s note .☘︎ ݁˖ ain't this just the cutest idea? props to @artyandink !!!
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