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𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𓈒 𝅄 ✶ ۪ ݁ w/ the BAT-BOYS𓈒

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𝅄 ꒰ ⌕ ꒱ ۪ ݁ After being a brat all day, you send them pictures wearing lingerie, while they are out on patrol𓈒 ݁ ۪ ୧

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︩︪ ׅnotes𓈒⠀i’ve been working on this for two whole days. i loved every second of it but dear god did i give my sweat and blood for it. there are every reaction of the boys to the pictures also in phone text for alongside text id. hope you all enjoy!⠀ꞌꞋ ࣪

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𓏲𓏲⠀.. You’ve been a tease all day— pulling every trick in the book just to get a reaction out of your boyfriend. In the early hours of the mornings you didn’t let him go— clinging to him to make him stay in bed, while your touch turns from innocent to something a little more wicked. He’d warn you— hushed whispers by your ear telling you that you were playing with fire. You didn’t care. You wanted to touch that fire and feel it on your skin. That’s what landed you in this situation. ✶

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It was already evening— the time to curl up with your sweet boyfriend on the couch, watching the shows on the screen in front of you, while the two of you exchanged nothing but sweet nothings and soft touches.

That was the norm for most evenings, but not this one. You had a different plan for this evening. Jason would go out for patrol soon. He liked to make these moments right before he left just a little more special. While that was sweet of him, this time you craved more.

You made sure to show him that. Even now, when the two of you are curled on the couch together, you moved a little closer. Jason instinctively gives you more space, opening his arms and wrapping you in his hold. He doesn’t even notice what you’re planning.

You shuffle even closer, moving yourself on his lap. In response he lets out a choked breath he can’t hold back. Maybe he thinks you won’t notice. But you do. He moves on the couch, trying to make the two of you more comfortable.

You’re almost annoyed. Jason will never assume anything you do is seducing him unless you spell it out for him, after that he’s putty in your hands— eyes glossed over and knuckles white, wanting more and more of you.

You just need to try harder, tease him even more.

You squirm on his lap. You can feel his chest rise with every unsteady breath. You could turn around— see how affected he is by the look in his eyes. But you can feel how he hardens against you and that’s all the reassurance you need.

You push even more— while moving on his lap, your hand drifts across the exposed skin of his arms, mindlessly tracing shapes on the surface.

The dam finally breaks. His hands land on your hips, their firm touch hold you down. That just makes you feel how affected he is even more. You turn to face Jason. A truly wonderful sight awaits you.

His brows are furrowed. There is a small pout on his lips. Just like always, his eyes are glossed over, trained on you. There’s a silent question in them. His fingers dig into the plush skin of your hips and in response you grind even harder— he almost moans at the movement, but the sound gets stuck in his throat— only a choked whimper leaves his mouth.

“What are you up to, pretty?” He asks, one brows raised.

He keeps his firm hold on you, as if to tame you— for his sake, and yours as well. You know if you continue to tease him like this, all it would take for him to flip you over on this very couch and take you there is only your consent to do so— only a few words— ‘I want you.’

“Nothing.” You hum in response, the feather-light touch on his arm rises, reaching his chest. “Can’t we have a little fun?”

He chuckles, the sound akin to a melody to your ears. Jason moves against the couch, giving you more space to settle on his lap. You move your legs so now you’re straddling him. Your hands still stay on his chest. He’s opened himself up to you. By instinct.

“I think you want more than a little fun.” He murmurs while his hand leaves your hip and settles on the back of your neck.

He guides you to present the surface of your neck to him. You tilt your head. His lips softly settle on the sensitive skin. You can feel every tender kisses he leaves on your pulse. Every little kiss has you melting in his hold.

“I want to have fun too. Unfortunately, I have to go out for patrol.” He says with one final kiss on your neck.

“You’re no fair. Leaving me with only kisses.”

The pout on your lips makes him laugh. He tilts his head, eyes locked on your figure on his lap. You can tell he wants more. You can even feel that he wants more— his dick is still hard underneath you. Every time you move you can feel his hips thrust up slightly. He wants this just as much as you do.

“You’re such a brat— a needy brat.”

“Well, this ‘needy brat’ wants to spend a very long night with their oh-so sweet boyfriend.”

He shifts his hands beneath your thighs. You tilt your head in question at his touch. Suddenly, he’s lifting you up while he sits up. The way Jason can manhandle you in any position makes you crave him even more. Your wrap around him even tighter by instinct, trying to savor the feel of his body against yours.

“You’ll have to be patient, pretty. Then you will have me all to yourself.”

That conversation was a few hours ago. Jason has been out on patrol and you have been left unsatisfied, needy on the bed you share with your boyfriend. You keep thinking of him. His hands on your hips and thighs; his eyes— so telling of how much he needs you.

You need him too, just as much he needs you. Why not send him a little present while he’s away? Just to remind him what he’s got waiting for him at home. The pretty red lingerie you bought a few days ago just to wear for him would be perfect for this.

Red is his color, no?

It takes a few minutes to finally to put on the lacy fabric— the way it flows around your body is downright sinful. For a moment you thing this might be a little too much.

Then you decide against that train of thought and start taking pictures— on the bed; in front of the mirror; on your knees— all just for your sweet boyfriend.

You sent the pictures and waited for a response.

[Text ID: Jason: “you just couldn’t wait until i got home.” Reader: “just sending you a little something to keep you company.” Jason: “you really are a tease tonight.” Reader: “only for you.” Jason: “let’s see if you’ll keep up with that attitude when i actually get home.” Reader: “all talk. waiting for you to prove it.” Text ID end.]

You turn off your phone, satisfied with yourself. You’ve successfully teased your boyfriend all day, and probably made him hard while he’s out there on the streets of Gotham fighting god knows who. You rummage the closet, looking for one of his shirts to wear to sleep. After finding it, you settle on the bed, the soft sheets lulling you to sleep.

It’s only after a few hours of sleep you hear the window of the bedroom open. You know it’s him— you can recognize his quiet steps and shuffle of his leather jacket anywhere. You pretend to be asleep, trying best to hide the growing smirk on your face.

“I know you’re awake, pretty.”

You can hear the smirk in his voice. He moves closer to you. You can feel how the bed creaks under his weight. Suddenly, there’s not enough oxygen in the air.

You’re in for a long night.

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Dick has always been so sweet to you— bordering on his affections being saccharine, something that makes your teeth ache with how tender every touch and word of his is. You know he’d give you anything you ask him. All he wants is to please you.

His eagerness makes teasing him even more entertaining. You know there’s a line you can cross— when he’ll turn the tables on you. Suddenly, you’ll be the one begging for him to touch you, to unravel you with his fingers and tongue— you’ll beg for all of him. You’re sure he gets off on your neediness. You’ll have to find a way to balance the scales. The first move is to catch him off guard.

Dick is currently in the kitchen, mindlessly humming the song that has been stuck in his head this week. His attention is on the cookie batter in front of him. He insisted to bake for you tonight before he left for patrol. You almost feel bad about what you’re about to do. He seems so caught up with his mission to bake for you.

But you need something else from him. You move to the kitchen. Dick notices you immediately. He only turns his head slightly your way.

“Hi, lovely! I’m sorry, I have to go out before I finish baking.” He’s so enthusiastic to see you. He immediately points to the batter. “Came here for a taste?”

Oh, you did come here for a taste. Just not the one he thinks. You’re sure his taste would be more delightful on your tongue.

“It’s alright. I can take it from here.” You tell him, approaching him from behind and wrapping your arms around him.

He melts into your touch. His back settles against your chest. You trail kisses along the exposed skin of his neck. You can feel how his spine straightens. You hum against his neck, still leaving soft kisses.

“Baby, what are you doing?” He asks with a shaky voice.

“Want me to stop?”

He looks over his shoulder at you and you see the frown on his face.

Cute.

He tilts his neck to give you better access, eyes locked on you. His hands lay on your hands that are currently still wrapped around him.

“I didn’t say that.”

You smile against his neck. He preens at the sensation. You continue your kisses, getting a taste of him against your tongue. You savor it all. His taste, sounds and the small ways he tries to move closer to you.

You want to push a little more. Let’s see how much more you can do before he actually flips the tables on you.

You free your hands from his. He notices the absence of your touch. His eyes find yours again with a silent question in them. You just smirk as an answer. He raises a brow and a similar smirk forms on his lips.

Your hands drift lower and lower. You can see how the smirk grows even bigger on his lips. There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes. Your hands settle on his sweatpants, fingers tease the waistband— tugging the fabric and tracing the exposed skin beneath with your fingers.

You can hear him laugh.

Maybe you’ve already crossed the line.

“Now you’re just being a brat, lovely.”

It takes him only a second to switch the position the two of are in. Suddenly he isn’t the one cornered against the kitchen counter— it’s you. He’s flipped you from behind him and pushed your front to the cool marble surface.

You squirm in his hold— more firm than your own when you had him in your arms.

“Two can play this game, lovely. But I play it much better.” He whispers, his lips close to your ear.

Dick leaves a single kiss on your pulse point on your neck before returning your ear. He nicks your earlobe and you let out a small yelp. Your body moves on its own, slightly bending over against the counter and grinding against him.

You hear him groan behind you, an amused chuckle following.

“You just had to get a taste. Couldn’t wait until after patrol. You’re all bark, aren’t you? No bite.”

“Shut up—”

The words die on your tongue as you feel him push himself even closer to you. You can feel how hard he is against you. You whimper at the sensation. You try and grind against him but he stops you by the firm hold on your hip.

“Not yet. You’ve been a brat. You have to earn it.”

“But you’ll be gone for hours!”

“You can wait right, baby?”

He asks you in the softest voice you’ve ever heard. That’s the most infuriating and intoxicating thing about all of this. He has you bent over the kitchen counter, his dick already hard against your ass and somehow he still denies you. He knows you’re drunk on his touch and as a punishment for being a ‘brat’, he’s teasing you back.

The hours after he leaves for patrol are agonizing. You toss and turn in the bed. The sheets are too hot on your skin. You’d rather have something else on your skin— or someone else.

Unfortunately, Dick decided to punish you by leaving you high and dry by going on patrol. You know he’s affected by tonight as well, but he still has a way of making you the needy mess. He said he played this game better than you did. Let’s see if he’ll keep up this confidence after the little present you plan on sending his way.

Blue light be his color, but it always looked good on you as well. Especially when it’s the lacy and intricate fabric hugging your body. Sending the pictures were easy. You know he’d be even more affected after this.

[Text ID: Dick: “is this payback?” Reader: “you're the one who said you played this game better. i like proving you wrong.” Dick: “you really are all bark. will you be this eager when i get back? or will you melt in my hands just like before i left?” Reader: “keep thinking that.” Dick: “i am thinking of all the ways i'll get you begging. you don't have to remind me, lovely.” Text ID end.]

You spend the next hours in a haze. Your mind keeps imagining Dick— what he’ll do when he returns; what he will say; how he’ll handle you. Curse him and the hold he has over you.

You’re settled comfortably in bed, almost asleep when you hear footsteps approaching the bed. You didn’t even hear the window creak open. In the dark you can make out the blue of his suit. You don’t even have the time to close your eyes to pretend to he asleep, he’s already right next to you, hovering over your figure.

“Don’t pretend to be asleep, lovely. Prove that you have the bite.”

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There’s something mesmerizing about how Tim gets ready for patrol. It’s a routine he’s repeated almost every night. You’ve grown used to seeing him hunched over a desk, cleaning his weapons and going over the patrol route for the third time.

You like to watch him when he does all of this. His brows are furrowed, concentration evident on his face. His lips thin every time his fingers graze another one of his supplies. You do love his hands when they’re handling something. Especially when they’re handling you.

Unfortunately, tonight you aren’t receiving that attention from him. Tim is in another world right now, too far away to grasp how much you need him. You hear him hum in concentration. He flips a dagger in his hands, eyes locked on it.

You might actually be jealous of a dagger. Time to fix your problem.

You waste no time approaching him. Tim is used to your presence— he doesn’t even look behind to sense you walking over. Instead he leans on the chair’s back, as if he’s trying to maneuver closer to you. He’s sweet. But you need more than that right now.

When you reach him, your hands settle on his shoulders. You can feel him already preen at your touch. He lets out a small satisfied sound at the feel of your fingers against his shoulders.

You know he’s stressed most of the time— knots tangle themselves up underneath his skin and he can’t ask for help, or won’t allow himself that short reverie. But you— as his partner— take it up on yourself to help him unwind.

Your fingers push a little deeper. Tim tilts his head to give you more access. You peek over and see how he closes his eyes in pleasure of the feeling.

“Feels good?” You ask, even though you already now the answer to your question.

He hums as a yes, a small smile appearing on his face. “Feels very good. But why now?”

Nothing gets past him. Sometimes you want to curse his beautiful and genius brain. Your fingers trace circles on his skin, trying to untangle every knot. You feel him getting even more distracted. He’s leaning into your touch, searching for the pleasure only you can give him.

“Can’t I just make my boyfriend feel good for a little while?”

“I think you want to do more than just ‘making me feel good for a little while.’”

Tim tilts his head up, looking right at you. His eyes unravel every string of confidence you had just a few moments ago. You can feel the way your cheeks heat up. You’re sure he can notice how affected you are as well.

There’s a satisfied smile on his stupidly pretty face. You wish you could wipe it off of him, turn the tables on him for once.

Maybe you can.

Your hands drift from his shoulder, one settling on his jaw and another on his cheek— holding him in place. You see the way he licks his lips, almost in anticipation.

“You want a kiss?”

Tim raises a brow, as if offended you’d ask him that.

“What? You’re going to make me beg for it?” He quips, challenging you to push back.

You know how this will go. You might have him in your hands right now, looking up at you with those glossed over and wanting eyes, but he can play the long game a lot better than you.

“You’re such an ass—”

“You were literally desperate for my affections not even a second ago.” He interrupts your little tantrum. “Are you mad it didn’t go your way, baby?”

“Shut up. Don’t you have some equipment to show more attention to than you show me?” You huff, hands settling on your hips.

He laughs at the pout on your lips. Smug bastard— a pretty bastard— but still.

“Don’t be a brat and I’ll give you all the kisses you want. After patrol, alright?”

That’s how you ended up here— on the bed and utterly alone, missing your boyfriend and his stupid kisses. He’s probably out there smug, satisfied with the fact that he’s got you all needy and wanting for him.

You have to fire back somehow— show him what he’s missing.

You did get a new lingerie set a few days ago. It was supposed to be a surprise, but desperate times calls for desperate measures. Right now, you need him to be the desperate one, not you. The pictures you sent will have him just as needy as you. You’re sure of that.

[Text ID: Tim: “all you’re doing is showing me how much you need me.” Reader: “don't act too cocky. i can keep myself company.” Tim: “sure. while thinking of me right? leaving me on read isn't going to make me thing otherwise.” Text ID end]

You go to bed even more frustrated. He’s right and you know it. You could only get off when you’re thinking of him— pretty and long hands, skilled with how they unravel you; prettier eyes that lock on you and analyze your every expression filled with pleasure. God curse him and his stupidly pretty face.

You spend the next few hours like this, needy for him. In the dark of the bedroom, you hear the door creak open. You know it’s him— you can feel that it is him. Your body instinctively grows hotter in response to his presence. You try and pretend to be asleep, but nothing could get past him.

Tim laughs, so free and satisfied.

“You thought you could tease me like that and I’d return begging for you? I know you aren’t asleep. I’ve got to teach you a few lessons you’ve seem to forgotten.”

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Over the course of your relationship with Duke, you’ve learned that he is very kind— so eager to please and give, whatever it takes for you to be happy. Every satisfied smile you give him is a reward to him. All he wants to do is to make you happy.

He’s right in front of you right now, searching for his misplaced helmet. He has to be out for patrol in about an hour and he desperately needs that helmet.

You feel a little guilty. You’re searching right alongside him. But most of your attention is on his face— the concentration on his face; the way his pretty eyes dart across the room, a shining glint in them— basically, Duke is gorgeous, and you’re having trouble concentrating.

“Babe, have you found it yet? There’s no luck on my end.” He says, still looking around the room.

You’re really starting to feel the guilt. He needs his helmet and you’re too busy checking him out. He’s taken over your mind and you can barely even pay attention to your surroundings. That’s what makes you almost trip over something. You look down and see a flash of yellow near your feet.

Duke’s helmet.

You pick it up, excited to show it to him. Suddenly, a devious idea forms in your mind. Truly, an evil little idea. You could keep the helmet hostage just for a little while. Just for a minute. Duke could get it back. Maybe with a little kiss?

You find him still rummaging around the apartment you two share for his helmet. His eyes lock on you instantly, the light in them glowing a little brighter. There’s an equally bright smile on his face.

“Hi, baby. Did you find it?”

“Yes, I did!” You proudly show of his helmet, the triangle eyes of it staring right at him.

Oh, right. The plan.

“I would be lost without you.” He moves closer. “Thank you for finding it.”

“Wait just a second!”

He blinks, eyes growing a little wider. The smile is still on his face. He tilts his head, the confusion seeping onto his face.

“What’s wrong?”

God, you do feel actually guilty for this. But you desperately need him, so you have to do this.

“I’m not giving you the helmet.” You say, trying to fake the confidence and holding the helmet close to your chest.

He smiles even wider. He’s really pretty when he does that. You tell yourself to focus, to stay strong against your boyfriend and his disarmingly charming smiles.

“Why not, baby?”

“Give me a kiss or two and I might return it.”

“Might?”

“Yes. I might deem you worthy of returning the helmet to you. Actually, make that three kisses.”

He chuckles, the smile reaching his eyes. He moves a little closer and you can feel your knees weaken. He doesn’t even know how much sway he was over you.

“You drive a hard bargain, babe.”

“The kisses, Thomas. Or no helmet.”

He narrows his eyes at you, but the smile doesn’t leave his face. There’s a mischievous look in his eyes. You want to look inside his beautiful mind and figure out what he’s planning.

“So, you’re holding my helmet hostage for a few kisses?”

“Yes, I am. Make your choice, pretty boy.”

“I think you’re just being a brat.” He rolls his eyes playfully. “Want a kiss? Ask for it properly.”

It’s now your turn to narrow your eyes at him, but in annoyance. He’s playing you, and you know it. Unfortunately for him, you’re stubborn and not giving in. You stomp your foot on the floor and hug the helmet closer to your chest.

“You won’t hear me begging. Good luck with that.”

“Really? Not even when I do this?”

“Do what?—”

Suddenly you feel his hands on your waist. They wrap around you and you instinctively melt in his hold. He feels so warm. You want to stay in his arms forever and never leave. He locks his eyes on you.

“Hi.” He mutters, a playful grin on his lips. “Am I getting my helmet back?”

“I already said—”

He must have a talent for getting you to shut up. He leaves a little kiss on your cheek, lips warm against your skin and his hand cupping your cheek. The small piece of his affection already has you going limp in his hands. You don’t even notice how his hand drifts closer to his helmet and how he quickly snatches it away from you.

“Hey! Give that back!” You exclaim, but no matter how much you squirm, he keeps you in his hold and the helmet away from your hands.

“Thought you’d give me the helmet back if I gave you a kiss.”

“You know I didn’t mean a kiss on the cheek!”

“So you didn’t like it?”

“I didn't say that…”

He lets you go from his hold. He slips the helmet on, finally ready to go out on patrol.

“Trust me, I’ll come home and I’ll kiss you senseless.”

You roll your eyes. “Sure.”

“Hey.” He clicks his tongue. “Gorgeous, I’m not lying.”

You smile at him one last time and he’s already out of your apartment for patrol. You spend the next few hours waiting for him to return so he can follow up on his promise. Your mind is already going wild with every scenario that could play out.

Would he kiss you first? What would he do next? Would he finally untangle the knot that has been burning inside of you this entire night? Duke is someone who loves to give at heart, especially when it comes to you. He’d be good to you, right?

Why not speed up that process— give him something to look forwards to?

You have that lingerie you bought just to show off to him. The ivory one with the small and intricate sun rays sewn in with a lighter cream color. He’d like that little surprise, right?

Only one way to find out.

[Text ID: Duke: “is this just for me?” Reader: “for who else, sunshine?” Duke: “You're driving me crazy.” Reader: “that’s the whole point.” Duke: “does the fabric have little sun rays on it baby?” Reader: “come home soon and find out.” Text ID end.]

You feel satisfied enough, happy even— you’ve successfully teased your boyfriend so much that he’s probably rushing to come home. You settle on the soft sheets of the bed and wait for his arrival, drifting in and out of sleep as you do so.

It only takes a hour or two for Duke to come back. He opens the door to the bedroom gently, careful not to frighten you. You’re awake, of course. You’ve been waiting for him all night. But you don’t plan on giving in that easily. You keep your eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.

“Don’t pretend with me, baby.” His voice is saccharine sweet. “I know you’re awake.”

He sits right by your side, his hand touching the exposed skin of your shoulder above the sheet.

“I wonder if you’re still wearing that lingerie. Don’t you want to give me a show?”

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

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

DICK GRAYSON

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

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

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

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

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

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

JASON TODD

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

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

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

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

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

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

TIM DRAKE

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

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

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

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

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

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

DUKE THOMAS

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

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

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

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

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

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

DAMIAN WAYNE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[mixingandmelting]

Cute Aggression

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

Dick:

He blankly stares at the wall across from him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jason:

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jason, I’m too warm…” 

“Too bad.” He zips up his jacket. 

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

Tim: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” 

“Nothing.” 

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

Duke: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damian:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ramen-flavored]

my dude is getting Barbie Dolls and a Star

[thewritingfairy]

↪ 15. The beginning of the end

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Okay, now they’ve heard enough.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[seleneprince]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Duke: "This is a prison."

Catgirl: "I was being sarcastic."

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

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

Duke: "So, should we call anyone?"

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

(In an argument after getting caught in a heist)

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

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

Duke: "I'm sorry WHAT?"

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

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

Duke: "Of course I'm in."

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

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

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

(Later)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Catwoman: *proud auntie noises*

Batman: "You promised to stop doing this."

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

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

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

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

[starvoiddream]

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

Dick:

Jason:

Cass:

Tim:

Duke:

Damian:

Bat!sib: I bet it was Damian.

[msfantasy-comics]

Head [18+]

Batboys x Reader

Request: Giving mind blowing head to the Batboys

Warning: Smut

Bruce Wayne

The birds sing in celebration of the rising sun

as the morning dew glistens off the green grass.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dick Grayson

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

An unusual scowl pressed onto his face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dick was never one for being quiet.

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

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

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

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

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

Jason Todd

Well that escalated quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tim Drake

You are the best damn assistant in the whole universe.

Most secretaries organise their bosses days and bring them meals.

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

But you really went above and beyond.

You manage everything in Tim’s life.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can’t ask you—“

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

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

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

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

The air is filled with sweat and musk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damian Wayne

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

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

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

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

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

“Ahh~” Damian hisses.

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine— I’ll just go—“

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

And my word— did you.

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

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

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

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

His fingers clench harshly at the arm rests.

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

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

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

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

Duke Thomas

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

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

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

Kneeling into a cushion you strategically placed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bluetooththereptile]

The other family

(Yandere batfamily x reader) (Coraline coded au)

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

This fic was inspired by this post.

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

Tw: yandere tendencies, child neglect, horror?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Born anew, in bliss and pain.

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

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[gilverrwrites]

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

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

Barbara

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

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

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

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

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

Bruce

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dick

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

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

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

Duke

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

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

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

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

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

Jason

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

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

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

What? You’d promised information, not loyalty.

Kate

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

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

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

Tim

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

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

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

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

[petalbcrnes]

Hello hello! I hope your doing well. Is it alright if I request a separate fic scenario where reader was being a little bratty with the batboys before they went out for patrol then sends nudes of themselves when the boys are in the middle of their patrol? I wanna see how they would react in their texts then how they are the moment they're home only to see reader pretending to be asleep while wearing the boys favorite pair of lingerie hehe

i’ve got a little present for you,,,, a present with 4.6k words,,,, with text messages + one-shot section,,,, this is my biggest work on this account and i’m not even joking. i was really going through it while writing this. ty @ramzuni6 for keeping my company while i lost my shit over this. ty for requesting it, my dear. i hope you like it 🥹💞 I FORGOT TO LINK IT 😭😭

++ i did not write for dami bc i only feel comfy writing fluff for him sooooo (atp im just coming to edit this ask,,,, at first i forgot to link the freaking work)

[yintous]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But no, he simply enjoys holding you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dick: Surprise

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

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

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

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

“Who wants what now?”

“Eek!”

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

“Pfft-“

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

“Dick!”

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

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

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

Jason: Weaponry

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

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

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

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

“Have you… ever considered…?”

“Why when I have you?”

…Fuck.

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

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

Tim: Social stalking

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

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

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

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

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

Duke: Light fluctuation

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

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

“Y-yeah, it sure does…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damian: Following around

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

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

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

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

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

He startles when you suddenly snap the book close.

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

“Tt.”

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

[zenyyyluvyuu]

Depth of the ocean {1}

Chapter: (1) (2)

[Yandere romantic jason todd x mermaid reader + platonic yandere batfam]

There's a tw (trigger warning) so be aware!

You saw it. You saw the human fall from the bridge. The human with a red helmet on his head.

You dive forward to where he falls. And there he is, body limp and suffocating. you hold his body, you hold it tight. You struggled to take his body to the shore. His body is big but you manage to take him to the land.

You gaze at his red helmet. Still no movement, is he really dead? You webbed hands touch his helmet. You don't know how to free him from the helmet, you saw a button on his helmet and you press it thinking it was the button to open his helmet.

It really does open his helmet, revealing the human face. You frowned. His face is drenched with water but there are so many scars on his face even the j mark on his cheek. You stroke his face.

You remember that you saw a bunch of kids trying to save their friend from the water. You saw how they press his chest up and down, and give an air to his mouth. With that their friends woke up and threw up a bunch of water from their mouth.

You press his chest, you don't know if you do it right, Up and down. You repeat it. But nothing comes out and there's no movement from the man. You frown.

It didn't work? Then maybe you switch to the mouth. Your webbed hands hold his face. Your gaze meets his close one. With that you pinch his nose and your mouth is connected with him. You gently blow an air into it.

With that his hands shake. You saw it. It worked! You tried to put more air into his mouth. The color on his face is coming back. He trembled. You back off from his body.

The man opened his eyes. He turned to the side to throw up the remaining water inside him. You gaze at him. Not knowing what to do. He coughed. His eyes are bloodshot. He frantically looked around trying to find who saved him. And then he saw you. The mermaid.

You tilt your head as his mouth drops. Your long hair is Slightly drying. He saw you like you're a ghost. He manages to utter a few words. "W-who" his voice was slightly hoarse.

You don't know how to say human words but know what they're saying. You let out a voice "hungh" barely audible. Then your ear fins perked up. You hear a voice. You look at the dark around you both. You look back at the man still trying to gather his thoughts. You swim back to the ocean. Your tail flipping.

"wait-!" with that you manage to swim back to the depth. The man you have been saving tried to call you back but you has vanished to the ocean. His expression is blank. Not until someone called for him from behind.

"jason!" A deep voice echoes to the man that called jason. His shoulder tenses. He looks back at the source of the sound calling him.

The batman beside him was Nightwing. Nightwing's expression was full of concern as he came closer to the man that named jason. "Are you alright? Is that a mermaid??..did she just save you?.." Nightwing holds his shoulder.

"yeah..i didn't know mermaids existed.." his voice was rough. He looks at batman who stands tall at him. He can't read the expression behind his mask.

"did she hurt you?.." the batman voice came out deep. He observes the water that you dive in. Taking a metal note to check later, now he has to take jason to the batcave to check him if you got any injury. Batman comes closer to jason as Nightwing helps him stand up by putting his hand on his shoulder.

"no.. but she saved me.." jason also looked at the water. The face of you was still fresh in his mind. Your long wet hair. Your ear fins. Your eyes. Your webbed hand that held him. Your skin texture. And your beautiful tails.

He still remembers the feeling of your webbed hands on his face. Stroking his scarred face. His mind wandered as Nightwing helped him to the batmobile for him to be checked at the medbay.

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You swim further to the depth of the ocean. Your tails move faster. Your heart is beating fast. Your face is warm, you didn't believe it. You just kiss him, his lips and yours are connected.

But that's actually saving him. Your mind wandered as you swam further. He's handsome, but how could he have so many scars? Did someone do that to him.

Finally you are back in your cave, you jumped into your makeshift bed. Snuggling in it, you look at the ceiling. Your face is still warm. Your pet fish swims to you, happy to have you back. You pet your fish.

Your mind is still fresh about that man. His chopped lips. His scar. His thick eyebrows. His rough skin. It's completely different from you. Humans were so fascinating.

But you also didn't forget to check his body too. He kinda big. You wonder if you have legs, how tall you would be? You huff as you play with your fish.

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Meanwhile the condition in the wayne manor. The batcave was like a Shipwreck. The bat family is trying to find information about you and your species. The more focused one was Bruce, jason and dick, the rest was not too focused.

They still didn't believe the story Jason told them even dick or bruce. Tim thought they were hallucinating. Damian thought it was a joke. Barbara was between believing or not believing them. Steph laughing. Cassandra was silent. Duke was still confused and also thought they were hallucinating too.

The night ends with you cuddling with your pet fish. And the batfamilly sleepless night.

Ehehe i make another series... It also rot in my brain 😁😁 i hope you like my new series, and I'm sorry for the short chapter. I'm sorry for the cringe or broken English. And I'm sorry if the method of saving drowning people was wrong, I'm really sorry.

[thewritingfairy]

↪ 07.1 Duke and (Name)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘A win is a win,’ Duke had thought.

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

“I promise.”

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