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notepadsandtealeaves · 10 months

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Dick Grayson x F!Reader in: The Penalty Round

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

|| GN!Reader | M!Reader | Ao3 Version ||

|| Dick’s Tag | Batboys M.list | Batboys Tag | Personal Blog ||

|| The SFW prequel: The Curious Case of the Lovers in the Library || || F!Reader (Ao3) || GN!Reader (Ao3) || ((some links pending))

↠ Requested By: The ~heaux~ in me ↠ Reader Gender: Female ↠ Content Type: NSFW af ((make no mistakes, I will 100% fight a kid if I see them on this post)) ↠ CWs/TWs: There’s nothing too out there, but still make sure to peep the in story note for the deets. ↠ If you’re looking for a beta-ed work you have come to the wrong place, my friend lol. ↠ Total WC: 3k~

“‘And the loser will be completely at the mercy of the winner.’ Those were your exact words, baby, don’t you remember?” His eyes are bright with an impish sort of glee as he pulls back to take in your replying expression—the needy glint in your gaze, the alluring way your lip sits trapped between the pearl of your teeth, the ragged breaths that leave your chest heaving… “Oh yes, that is definitely a look,” he comments, a harsh exhale punctuating his words. “And a damn good one too…” You could certainly say the same about him. His amusement has been slowly draining away as he continues to regard you until all that is left behind his something darker, hungrier…

↠ Who says you can’t win for losing?

This brief bit of spiciness with my second favorite Bat is brought to you by The Thirst™ lol. I’m trying to get back into the swing of things, so if this is just “meh”/anything seems off blame that…

|| The Penalty Round

💦 Tags: Reader uses she/her pronouns | Reader has female anatomy | Pre-established relationship | Dick’s waistline being problematic | ((said problem is that my legs are not currently wrapped around it #madaboutit)) | ((why is it like that, if not for us to grab, huh? HUH??!)) | A v. brief mention of cum eating (Reader) | Oral (Reader giving) that leads into throat fucking (kinda rough, but not too much) | OP’s Dick’s praise kink is showing | Which means there’s lots of pet names (good girl, baby, honey, etc.; Reader receiving) | Reader gets that good oral-handy combo | Unprotected sex (remember to be safe IRL, so on and so forth) | Vaginal sex (more specifically a mating press, Reader receiving) | Knowing me there’re probably some v. light dom/sub undertones | ((that wasn’t necessarily my intent, but it is kinda my brand lmao)) | And finally a bit of afterglow‘n’cuddles before falling asleep in Dick’s arms because that is the Good Shit™

“Ready to settle up, love?”

The question is posed over the muted sound of Dick depositing you onto his bed. His preference for a softer, cushier mattress doesn’t allow for you to bounce, but rather you sink into its plushness with a giggle. Any answer you might have given is lost under another peal of mirth as he follows you down with a laugh of his own. Long limbs cage you in as he settles the perfect amount of weight onto you and the feeling grounds you even as the drag of his lips over your pulse point has you arching into his touch. Kisses tease themselves up the length of your neck and across the breadth of your face; he’s thorough, covering every spot readily available to him while simultaneously avoiding the pout of your lips. It doesn’t take long for you to voice your displeasure, but your breathy whines are only met with a playful chide.

“‘And the loser will be completely at the mercy of the winner.’ Those were your exact words, baby, don’t you remember?”

His eyes are bright with an impish sort of glee as he pulls back to take in your replying expression—the needy glint in your gaze, the alluring way your lip sits trapped between the pearl of your teeth, the ragged breaths that leave your chest heaving…

“Oh yes, that is definitely a look,” he comments, a harsh exhale punctuating his words. “And a damn good one too…”

You could certainly say the same about him. His amusement has been slowly draining away as he continues to regard you until all that is left behind his something darker, hungrier. The weight of his want has lidded a gaze that is more pupil than iris, with the vivid blue having been ceded ground like a freshly eclipsed sun. Altogether it’s a look that says he’s more than ready to devour you whole and with the way he’s got you feeling right now you’re beyond down. He knows this, of course, and it definitely shows. A smirk slowly creeps its way across the plush of his mouth as he rises up to his knees.

“But if you’re that eager to do something with those pretty lips of yours, well…”—his thumb drags across your bottom lip with a deliberate slowness, reveling in the slight bounce it gives when his touch moves to trail down your chin—“I guess I’ll just have to put them to work then.”

He reaches back to gather a fistful of his shirt before pulling it up and over his head. Though the movement is tantalizing in and of itself (the way his arms and stomach flex as he shrugs out of the clingy material has to be illegal, at least in a few states) what it leads to is undeniably better. You whimper at the sight of him—the sleek, but powerful musculature, its broadness tapering out into a taught waist that just begs to be held on to, be that under the curve of eager palms or trapped between equally willing thighs.

His hands are purposeful as they ghost their way over his frame, from the soft whorls of hair that cover his chest and beyond. The short, downy soft strands’ raven hue contrasts beautifully with the natural tan of his skin enticing your eyes to follow the trail down to the sharp V-cut of muscle and further still to the joggers that sit sinfully low on his hips. It’s here that his hands linger, just for a moment, just long enough to make you squirm with impatience. His fingers dance along the band a few times before he finally, finally hooks his thumbs in and pushes the material down. The move isn’t nearly as smooth as everything that has preceded it, can’t be when his ass is that damn fat, but at this point you’re too gone to care.

With that final barrier gone his cock sits proudly on display, curved deliciously and bobbing under its own weight. Your mouth goes dry as you take in the dark flush of it, the way precum pearls against its tip before spilling over into a trail that your tongue is desperate to follow. He’s already so hard and yet he somehow manages to get even harder as he takes himself in hand and begins to stroke. The play of his pretty fingers over his equally pretty dick is mesmerizing, so much so that you don’t even realize he’s moved until the tip is nearly touching your lips. Without any cognizant thought on your part your tongue darts out to catch his still dripping arousal before retreating back into your mouth so that you can properly savor your prize; as always the taste leaves you groaning and greedy for more, your lids fluttering as you swallow thickly. The needy (and thoroughly debauched) display has Dick chuckling darkly.

“Such a good, eager girl,” he coos as his free hand caresses your cheek.

He doesn’t even have to tell you to open up, not when your lips have already parted as wide as they can go, your tongue lolling out in anticipation. The sight leaves him cursing hotly under his breath as he guides his length into your waiting warmth. You both moan at that first contact, though the vibration of your pleasured mewl sees Dick’s devolving into a gritted out hiss; at the same time his hips stutter but he’s able to stop himself before he gags you. This kindness isn’t extended for much longer, however, as he’s quick to set up a pace that’s just this side of brutal.

With every forward push his cock goes that little bit further until he’s fully fucking your throat. The sound of your moan laced gags can just be heard over your man’s near continuous stream of curses and praise. Though the angle makes things a bit more perilous you brace yourself and let Dick take what he needs, what you’re all too willing to give.

“Look at the way you swallow me down,” he pants in a voice that sounds just as wrecked as you feel, “my good, perfect girl. So, so good, always so good…”

It’s clear that both of your brains have fuzzed over—his from the pleasure that has him damn near shuddering above you, and you from his very apparent approval. You work your tongue along the underside of his cock as much as you can wanting, needing, to make him feel even better, to draw more of those sweet words out of him which you most certainly do. The pair of you are trapped in this feedback loop of lust for only a few minutes more before Dick is pulling out fully with a half-choked growl. You only have enough time to take one lung filling breath before his lips are crashing into your own. The kiss is a raw, feral thing full of tongue and teeth and a desperation that has you tearing at one another’s clothes.

Once your bottoms are gone an impatient hand makes its way to your center and Dick lets out a breathy little curse at the sheer amount of wetness that greets him. “All this just from sucking cock, babe?” he asks on a chuckle as he coats his fingers in your slick, their pads tracing teasing circles around your entrance before sliding up to your clit. The jolt of pleasure that courses through you reduces your reply to a reedy cry of his name that trails off into a hiccuping moan, a thing that clearly suits your man just fine.

“I was ready to fuck you into the mattress,” he continues on in a tone far too casual, all things considered, “but hearing you sing so pretty for me makes me want to play with you a bit more, so I think I will…”

The fingers that had been working your pearl over so perfectly close around it in a pinch that has you arching sharply off of the bed with a hiss. The movement is cut short, however, by him once again settling himself over you. Though he starts with his head tucked in against the crook of your neck, the vigilante has always been a restless one. It doesn’t take long for him to cut a trail of hot, opened mouth kisses down the length of your body until he’s at level with your dripping pussy. A dreamy sounding sigh of “So pretty~” is all the warning you get before he’s diving in like a man starved.

You shudder at the feeling of his tongue dragging itself over your already sodden flesh, Dick’s name a ragged cry on your lips as your fingers curl in against his hair. He likewise shivers at the bite of your nails against his scalp, humming his approval all the while before pulling away just long enough to tell you—promise you—that he’s going to make you lose your mind. And he’s as good as his word. He doesn’t let up, his tongue laving and twirling against you in shifting patterns that leave your head spinning and your legs shaking. His hands are just as busy as one keeps your hip anchored while its opposite works in tandem with his talented mouth.

“You sound so. Fucking. Cute.” The declaration is made some long moments later when his need for oxygen finally outweighs his greed for your cunt. His voice is absolutely wrecked with his desire, though you can barely focus on the rasp of it when he’s punctuating those last few words with suckling nips against your thighs.

You whimper out his name in reply only for the appellation to scale up into an opened mouth gasp when he takes advantage of the mess he’s created between your legs to easily slip a finger into your tight hole. A second soon follows the first before he purposefully curls them against that spot. You jolt up against him as pleasure skitters across your body like lightning. Moans claw their way out of your throat as you grind shamelessly up into him, your arms winding around him somewhat awkwardly in an attempt to pull him impossibly closer.

“Mmm~ I think she likes that,” he chuckles darkly as he continues to massage your walls. “That’s right honey, keep rocking those hips for me—need to work you open, get you ready to take me…”

You’re too far gone to fully comprehend what he’s saying, with your mind only really being able to focus on the sinuous purr of it all. Lust has deepened his voice into something specifically designed to leave you fully under his spell, and enthralled as you are there’s no perceiving anything outside of you and him and the pleasure that’s drawing closer with each pump of those ridiculously long fingers. You rut against him with a desperation that would be embarrassing if Dick wasn’t just as gone. He doesn’t have it in him to tease you right now, not when he feeds on your pleasure and you’re so close to the edge. He murmurs your name before pulling away from you to watch you chase your bliss with a ravenous intent. His gaze darts over the length of you in an attempt to drink in every little detail as words that blur the line between praise and pleas are panted down at you. His movements grow more pointed as yours become more frantic, the crescendo building up-up-up until–

“Oh fuck babe. That’s right—give it to me.”

A sound that’s caught somewhere between a moan and a sob squeaks out of you as your body tenses before going lax under the weight of your release, but that’s hardly the end of things.

“Fuck,” Dick growls lowly, his body slinking down further still so that he can hook your legs over his shoulders. When he comes back up to level his eyes are consumed with want as he grinds himself against you. “____, baby, do you have any idea how goddamn delicious you look right now?”

You try to reply, you swear you do, but between the orgasmic haze that hasn’t even begun to fade and the feeling of his cock pressing hot and heavy against you, well… You figure you can be forgiven for whatever the fuck it is that actually comes out of your mouth—not that it would’ve been audible anyway when your man’s tongue is so tangled up with your own. He sucks down your mewls of pleasure only to feed you his own as he reaches down to take himself in hand. His cock, hot and sticky with your combined arousal, slaps against your pussy a few times in rapid succession before he pushes finally, finally pushes into you.

Dick finds his rhythm quickly, settling on something hard and fast enough to have jostled your body forwards with each thrust had his bulk not been there to hold you steady. There’s a certain frantic energy to the way he fucks you—as if he needs to be inside you like he needs his next breath, as if the few seconds he has to leave you on the backstroke are too long to bear. It makes the encounter desperate in a way that that you usually only ever experience when he’s had too close of a call on patrol. You feed off of this, into it, clawing at whatever bit of him you can reach though pinned as you are all you can really do is lie there and take it–

Well until a particularly good downwards thrust leaves his dick brushing up against your sweet spot. Your reaction is instantaneous, your walls clamping down on him with a vice-like grip that nearly sees him collapsing. His mouth parts around a moan that has you clenching up all over again as he catches himself on shaky arms just moments shy of crushing you.

“Fu-fuck… Fuck! That’s– It’s too damn good, babe. I-I’m already so close—you keep doing that and I’m not gonna last…”

There’s barely a sliver of sapphire to be found when he looks you over with wide, lust-blown eyes; said eyes cross just a bit when you bare down again, and when combined with the flush that sits high on his cheeks and the loose loll of his mouth he’s just one drool trail away from something straight out of the most obscene manga panels. The sight would’ve left you laughing if it weren’t for the way he rolls his hips into you in a deep grind.

You sigh his name as you urge him closer to you. From here you can feel the way his lips part under his pants, your breaths mingling as you tell him, beg him, to fall apart for you—“Please baby, want it. Want you to fill me up…”

“Yuh-yeah,” he starts, nodding wildly. “Yeah, I can do tha– Ah, shit! So fuckin’ tight… God, fuck—kiss me.”

He doesn’t give you time to comply, his lips already moving to crash into yours within the same breath. The kiss is sloppy and short lived, however, with Dick pulling away a few moments later to moan out your name as he redoubles his efforts. His strokes come fast and choppy as they lose their rhythm with each passing stroke until he’s abruptly stilling over your with a punched out sounding sigh and a shiver. The feeling of his release pouring into you is enough to push you over the cliff after him, his name on your lips as you give yourself over to ecstasy’s free fall.

The pair of your work your way through your orgasms with heaving chests, and in your case limbs that feel like jelly. As the euphoria begins to fade the mood easily slips over into something softer and more subdued. Dick, clearly still lost to his pleasure noses at your cheeks, pillow soft lips pressing sweet, lovesick nothings into the flushed skin there in between peppered kisses. The heart achingly tender display leaves your chest squeezing in the best of ways, and while you’d love nothing more than to bask in the afterglow of his affections for a long while yet your current positioning isn’t exactly the ideal setup in which to do so.

Your displeased little whine is all the hint your man needs and within the same moment your legs are being gently lowered onto the mattress. He flops onto his back right after, arching into a dramatic bow of a stretch—the sound that escapes him as he does so certainly makes you Feel Things, but you’re not trying to start something your already fucked out body most definitely cannot finish—before moving to curl himself around you. Insistent hands work to soothe away any aches you feel, starting with your hips, though he soon decides this can best be achieved by cradling you against his chest. Having been put through your paces you’re essentially dead weight, but that’s never been a hindrance before. Just one of the many perks of dating a man that moonlights as a vigilante, you muse with a silent laugh as he moves and settles you with ease.

You sigh contentedly as you allow yourself to sink more fully into his warmth, with any lingering tension that your muscles insist on trying to hold on to melting away under his care. Sleep has already started to blur the edges of your world, with the haze steadily creeping in to dull all of your senses until you fade out in full. You don’t register the slight shifting of your body or the soft glide of sheets that follows. The feeling of Dick pressing one last, lingering kiss against your temple is likewise a distant sensation, though his words are just able to slip underneath the fog–

“I love you, baby—always.”

–and that five word declaration, spoken with all the gravity of an indisputable truth, is the last thing you hear before you give yourself over the land of dreams.

© notepadsandtealeaves/TheViperQueen, 2023 || Please do not repost, translate, or otherwise alter or distribute my works without my express permission. And for the love of god keep it away from Youtube and TikTok lol…

#so i'm back. kinda lol.#dk when i'll update next but at least i'm writing again #anyways...#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x f!reader #dick grayson x female!reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson smut #((Immy does fan fiction: the Batboys))

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thepuckishrogue · 5 years

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‼ i am no longer posting my writing to this account ‼

this m.list isn’t exhaustive as it only covers what i’ve already posted here. to keep up with my latest works head over to my writing blog (18+ users only; minors/ageless blogs that follow will be blocked!)

↠️ all works are poc friendly.

↠️ all works here are written with a female reader, sorry about it but they were written for a lady-type friend as a birthday gift. at some point in the future i plan on making m- and gn!reader versions of everything here, and when i do i’ll update the links.

↠️ unless otherwise specified, all damian x reader fics are written with an adult age (at least 18) damian.

↠️ all works here are sfw (the odd bit of innuendo and suggestive line notwithstanding), but this is still an 18+ blog. if minors want to consume my sfw stuff while still respecting my wishes of staying out of this space they can head over to my ao3.

↠️ links under the cut so as not to clutter up your dash/blog

damian wayne, rabbit whisperer

status: complete

rating: sfw fluff

cws/tws: none

reader gender: female

additional characters: none

summary: animals just love the young mister wayne. || in which pet-sitting your friend’s bunny leads to a sweet scene between you and your man.

links: tumblr | ao3

no words needed

status: complete

rating: sfw fluff

cws/tws: marriage and kid’s mention, as in you and damian are married with a kid. also brief talks of how dames’ early childhood trauma are affecting his current relationships (it’s not as dark as it sounds, i promise lol).

reader gender: female

additional characters: none

summary: in raising your daughter, he’s finding himself. || in which you have the honor of witnessing a sweet moment between your husband and your daughter.

links: tumblr | ao3

dating j. todd be like, pt. 1

status: complete

rating: sfw crack

cws/tws: none

reader gender: female

additional characters: bonus background roy harper

summary: jason todd is a living conduit of chaotic relationship energy.

links: tumblr | ao3

sasha, sasha, where for art thou sasha…

status: complete

rating: sfw flirty fluff

cws/tws: none, tho there is some suggestive talk and insinuations.

reader gender: female

additional characters: none

summary: given how long you’ve been dating him, you probably should’ve seen this coming… || in which you’re dubiously rewarded for a complete lack of help lmao.

links: tumblr | ao3

say the word (practice makes perfect)

status: complete

rating: sfw… not exactly fluff, but fluff adjacent sweetness

cws/tws: pregnancy scares and resulting tears, but jay comforts reader through it.

reader gender: female

additional characters: none

summary: just because you weren’t ready didn’t mean that you didn’t want it… || in which a pregnancy scare leads to talks of the future jay wants to build with you.

links: tumblr | ao3

the curious case of the girl in the library

status: complete

rating: sfw fluff

cws/tws: none

reader gender: female

additional characters: tho this is technically a fill for dick, the story is told from damian’s pov.

summary: hide and seek shenanigans, with bonus dames and titus.

links: tumblr| ao3

whole

rating: sfw fluff

cws/tws: marriage mentions, and reader’s giving birth to her and dick’s kid, tho i don’t go into great detail.

reader gender: female

additional characters: none

summary: you all click together, like the fitting of a puzzle’s pieces into place. || in which dick’s world is made whole with the birth of his son.

links: tumblr | ao3

of creepypastas and bo staffs

status: complete

rating: sfw fluff

cws/tws: none unless you count being freaked out by scary movies lol

reader gender: female

additional characters: none

summary: a movie night goes awry. tim may or may not be banned from making the movie night selection for the foreseeable future…

links: tumblr | ao3

you and me both, babe

status: complete

rating: sfw fluff

cws/tws: reader’s married to tim and they’re gonna have a baby lol.

reader gender: female

additional characters: none

summary: when you see an opportunity you take it. that’s one of the things he loves about you the most. || in which you ready yourself to give your hubby the big news.

links: tumblr | ao3

© notepadsandtealeaves, 2018-2022 || Please do not repost, translate, or otherwise alter or distribute my works without my express permission. And for the love of god keep it away from Youtube and TikTok lol…

#((Immy does Fan Fiction: The Batboys))#masterlist #my writing

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notepadsandtealeaves · 10 months

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Dick Grayson x M!Reader in: The Penalty Round

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

|| F!Reader | GN!Reader | Ao3 Version ||

|| Dick’s Tag | Batboys M.list | Batboys Tag | Personal Blog ||

|| The SFW prequel: The Curious Case of the Lovers in the Library || || F!Reader (Ao3) || GN!Reader (Ao3) || ((some links pending))

↠ Requested By: The ~heaux~ in me ↠ Reader Gender: Male ↠ Content Type: NSFW af ((make no mistakes, I will 100% fight a kid if I see them on this post)) ↠ CWs/TWs: There’s nothing too out there, but still make sure to peep the in story note for the deets. ↠ If you’re looking for a beta-ed work you have come to the wrong place, my friend lol. ↠ Total WC: ~3k

↠ Who says you can’t win for losing?

|| The Penalty Round

💦 Tags: Reader uses he/him pronouns | Reader has male anatomy | Pre-established relationship | Dick’s waistline being problematic | ((said problem is that my legs are not currently wrapped around it #madaboutit)) | ((why is it like that, if not for us to grab, huh? HUH??!)) | A v. brief mention of cum eating (Reader) | Oral (Reader giving) that leads into throat fucking (kinda rough, but not too much) | OP’s Dick’s praise kink is showing | Which means there’s lots of pet names (good boy, baby, honey, etc.; Reader receiving) | Reader gets that good oral-handy combo | Unprotected sex (remember to be safe IRL, so on and so forth) | Penetrative sex (more specifically a mating press, Reader receiving) | Knowing me there’re probably some v. light dom/sub undertones | ((that wasn’t necessarily my intent, but it is kinda my brand lmao)) | And finally a bit of afterglow‘n’cuddles before falling asleep in Dick’s arms because that is the Good Shit™

“Ready to settle up, love?”

“‘And the loser will be completely at the mercy of the winner.’ Those were your exact words, baby, don’t you remember?”

“Oh yes, that is definitely a look,” he comments, a harsh exhale punctuating his words. “And a damn good one too…”

“Such a good, eager boy,” he coos as his free hand caresses your cheek.

“Look at the way you swallow me down,” he pants in a voice that sounds just as wrecked as you feel, “my good, perfect boy. So, so good, always so good…”

Once your bottoms are gone an impatient hand makes its way to your center and Dick lets out a breathy little curse at the sheer amount of wetness that greets him. “All this just from sucking cock, babe?” he asks on a chuckle as he coats his fingers in your pre, their pads dragging oh-so-slowly over your length before sliding down to trace teasing circles around your entrance. The jolt of pleasure that courses through you reduces your reply to a reedy cry of his name that trails off into a hiccuping moan, a thing that clearly suits your man just fine.

The hand that had been working your length over so perfectly is soon joined by the molten heat of his mouth in a move that’s so quick and fluid that you don’t have a hope of bracing yourself for the added sensation. Your body’s replying arch is cut short by steadying hands, a knowing little laugh vibrating against your cock all the while. You shudder at the feeling, gasping when his tongue drags itself over your already sodden flesh, Dick’s name a ragged cry on your lips as your fingers curl in against his hair. He likewise shivers at the bite of your nails against his scalp, humming his approval all the while before pulling away just long enough to tell you—promise you—that he’s going to make you lose your mind. And he’s as good as his word. He doesn’t let up, his tongue laving and twirling over your heated flesh in shifting patterns that leave your head spinning and your legs shaking. His hands are just as busy as one glides over you with teasing strokes while its opposite moves lower to play with your balls.

“You sound so. Fucking. Cute.” The declaration is made some long moments later when his need for oxygen finally outweighs his greed for your cock. His voice is absolutely wrecked from having you down his throat for so long, though you can barely focus on the rasp of it when he’s punctuating those last few words with suckling nips against your thighs.

“Mmm~ I think he likes that,” he chuckles darkly as he continues to massage your walls. “That’s right honey, keep rocking those hips for me—need to work you open, get you ready to take me…”

“Oh fuck babe. That’s right—give it to me.”

A sound that’s caught somewhere between a moan and a sob squeaks out of you as your body tenses before going lax under the weight of your release, but that’s hardly the end of things.

You try to reply, you swear you do, but between the orgasmic haze that hasn’t even begun to fade and the feeling of his cock pressing hot and heavy against you, well… You figure you can be forgiven for whatever the fuck it is that actually comes out of your mouth—not that it would’ve been audible anyway when your man’s tongue is so tangled up with your own. He sucks down your mewls of pleasure only to feed you his own as he reaches down to take himself in hand. His cock, hot and sticky with your combined arousal, slaps against your entrance a few times in rapid succession before he pushes finally, finally pushes into you.

“Fu-fuck… Fuck! That’s– It’s too damn good, babe. I-I’m already so close—you keep doing that and I’m not gonna last…”

“Yuh-yeah,” he starts, nodding wildly. “Yeah, I can do tha– Ah, shit! So fuckin’ tight… God, fuck—kiss me.”

“I love you, baby—always.”

–and that five word declaration, spoken with all the gravity of an indisputable truth, is the last thing you hear before you give yourself over the land of dreams.

#so i'm back. kinda lol.#dk when i'll update next but at least i'm writing again #anyways...#dick grayson x m!reader #dick grayson x male reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson smut #((Immy does fan fiction: the Batboys))

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notepadsandtealeaves · 10 months

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Dick Grayson x GN!Reader in: The Curious Case of the Lovers in the Library

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

|| Ao3 Version ((link pending)) | F!Reader version ||

|| Dick’s Tag | Batboys M.list | Batboys Tag | Personal Blog ||

|| The sequel: The Penalty Round ((V. spicy, 18+ only)) || || F!Reader (Ao3) | GN!Reader (Ao3) | M!Reader (Ao3) ||

↠ Requested By: No one, twas a gift to a friend ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW ((but my blog’s 18+ so minors need to shoo)) ↠ CWs/TWs: None ↠ Prompt: “They’re hiding behind the sofa.” ↠ Total WC: 1.9k~

“Hm, well I suppose you could hide here. Behind the sofa,” he clarifies, patting the ornate cushioning that currently cradles him for further emphasis when you give him a confused look. Your confusion, however, soon gives way to an arch sort of glee that he frankly finds unacceptable as you coo out some nonsense about him being ‘sweet’. His eyes narrow dangerously at your tone. “Do not make that face at me, ____, I am not ‘sweet’. Know that I do this for myself, not you. The most expedient way to regain even a fraction of my peace is to humor you, and even knowing that this offer is still being made against my better judgement.” “Aww, and here I was thinking you had a heart,” you say on a sigh. This, as well as your accompanying pout, is met with a distinct lack of amusement. “Do you intend on standing there making quips until you are discovered, or will you take me up on my extremely generous offer. An offer whose expiration is steadily creeping closer, mind you.”

↠ When you and your lover decide to play an extreme version of hide and seek shenanigans ensue. Damian, unsurprisingly, is not impressed.

Here’s the long overdue gender neutral version of the og fill! Said fill can be found on my personal blog, and while I contemplated putting the GN versions on there too, I figured this was a good way to direct eyes to my writing blog since I’ve basically been MIA for the whole of the year.

It should also be said that there won’t be any M!Reader options this time around as the entry for this collection could’ve been GN from the start. In truth I would make the whole collection purely GN, but since these were initially written for a lady-type friend I feel it would be wrong to scrap the F!Reader version entirely. That said, there’re literally no major changes to the story aside from pronouns, so I do not see the point in further differentiation. However, if enough people request it I can make an M!Reader version, but again, all it’ll do is turn she/they to he/him.

Also, also—it’s gonna be a bit before this goes up on Ao3 as I’m still trying to figure out how I want to format things over there.

|| The Curious Case of the Lovers in the Library

Damian looks up from the book he’s been reading with an arched brow. Under normal circumstances seeing a civilian panting and frantic would give rise to his protective instincts, but the flush to your cheeks is a warm one and the glint in your eyes amused, if a bit pleading. It takes you far longer than it should to notice him and the Great Dane at his feet, but to your credit you do not allow your shock to register over much.

“I can only assume that you and Grayson are playing at yet another inane game?” he asks as he marks his page with a finger.

Your responding nod is a bit absent as your eyes dart about the breadth of the library. “Yeah. Hide and seek, extreme edition.”

“And what, pray tell, makes it ‘extreme’?”

“The uhhh… penalty round…”

You fluster visibly as you utter the words. He does not inquire further.

Though large, the room offers little in the way of concealment. The heavy velvet curtains are too obvious a spot while the statues are too narrow to hide anything from even the most cursory of glances; likewise the bookcases are hardly a viable option given their positioning and spacing, and the overly high legs of the oversized furniture render the pieces just as ineffective for your purposes. He points all of this out to you with a bland aplomb that leaves you huffing out your frustrations.

“Well that’s just great,” you mutter as you continue to search for harbor in vain. “I didn’t see him, or hear him, for that matter–”

“As well you shouldn’t,” the boy sniffs. While he may not possess the former assassin’s level of skill, Richard still spent the better part of his childhood and adult years under Father’s tutelage—if you actually had been able to detect him he’d be greatly remiss.

“Yeah, yeah—you’re all living shadows, I get it,” you continue on with a roll of your eyes. “What I’m trying to say is, even though I couldn’t sense him I know he was right on my ass, Dames. There’s no getting out of this room without getting caught, and I’m really not trying to lose this thing.”

Though he is thoroughly convinced that your competitive streak is going to get you in trouble someday he cannot help but to find it a bit winsome. Not that he’d ever tell you that. No, instead he chooses to offer you the help that you desperately need—an unexpected concession, but apparently he’s feeling generous this afternoon.

His eyes narrow dangerously at your tone. “Do not make that face at me, ____, I am not ‘sweet’. Know that I do this for myself, not you. The most expedient way to regain even a fraction of my peace is to humor you, and even knowing that this offer is still being made against my better judgement.”

“Aww, and here I was thinking you had a heart,” you say on a sigh. This, as well as your accompanying pout, is met with a distinct lack of amusement.

“Do you intend on standing there making quips until you are discovered, or will you take me up on my extremely generous offer. An offer whose expiration is steadily creeping closer, mind you.”

He has barely finished the final sentence before you’re diving behind the sofa with a flurry of no’s followed by hasty word of thanks. The sudden movement is enough to pull his companion from his slumber. Startled, Titus’ woofs loudly as his head whips from you to his master and back again, and it’s only his familiarity with you that keeps him from doing more. A few good scratches behind his pointed ears from the boy is enough to see him calmed, though your continued maneuvering does have him sniffing at you with a weary sort of curiosity. When you finally settle down behind him he too relaxes in full, allowing sleep to once again claim him with a swiftness that only the most trusting of creatures can manage.

It takes well over twenty seconds after that for your breaths to even out into something less obvious than the laughter-laced huffs they start out as—hardly an acceptable showing, but to be expected given the circumstances, the vigilante supposes. In yet another uncharacteristic display of unspoken solidarity he in turn syncs his own breathing with yours, thusly lowering your chances of detection by at least another twenty percent or so.

The space returns to the peaceful lull it had been in prior to your entry, though this isn’t to last—can never last when the humanoid Labrador that is his brother is around. The eldest Wayne child bounds though the door with a shout of your name followed by a breathless laugh. Damian can only assume that said breathlessness is due to the joy that he always seems to exude when he so much as thinks of you and not because of any legitimate strain on his part.

“That was pretty sneaky, babe,” he continues on as he steps more fully into the space, “using the hidden passages like that. But now you’ve cornered yourse– Oh! Heya, Dami.”

“It took you approximately twelve seconds to notice my presence, Grayson. Had I been an assassin out for your head you would already be dead.”

“Then I guess it’s good for me that you’re outta the game, huh?”

“Indeed.”

Richard chuckles a bit at that, his fingers flexing as if they long to ruffle the loose wave of his little brother’s hair, though both distance and a rather pointed glare keeps him from doing so. Still, the energy that ever courses through his veins demands movement and so he rises onto the balls of his feet and bounces in place a few times—eyes casually scanning the whole of the room all the while—before he rounds on Damian with a beaming smile.

“Catching up on your reading, huh? What’re you– Ah, a le Carré, eh? Wouldn’t be my first choice to unwind with, but ya like what ya like,” he concedes with a shrug. “I’m just glad to see you actually relaxing for once.”

The younger male finds himself bristling at the statement, just a bit, but a voice that sounds a lot like Pennyworth’s reminds him that not every comment is bait to be risen to. Still, “I take exception to your inference, Grayson—I relax when I deem it to be necessary.”

“Yeah, I know you do, littlest of bros. I just wish that you ‘deemed it to be necessary’ more often. You’re only young once, yanno? You gotta use that free pass for stupidity while ya still got it.”

“If you lot are anything to go by it shall not be expiring for a long while yet.”

Richard’s grin is impish from where he’s currently scrambling up the side of one of the bookcases. “Well, you ain’t wrong…”

Though he can assume his brother’s ultimate goal, the way he’s going about finding you leaves Damian utterly confused. Does he really think you to be atop the thing? Or is he simply trying to gain the advantage via a more advantageous vantage point? In any event he decides to use his genuine confusion to his personal benefit when he inquires as to just what it is that Richard is doing.

“Huh? Oh, I’m just looking for my darling lil partner,” he replies as he descends to the floor once more in a controlled fall. “They uhh, they wouldn’t happen to be in here, would they?”

“Please refrain from involving me in your childish games, Grayson.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna take that as a ‘yes’.”

Hating the idea of anyone being able to read him so easily the boy is quick to bury his face in the pages of his book once again with a dismissive click of his tongue. Though his eyes remain glued to the lines of print before him, his focus is zeroed in on Grayson’s every movement, but even with his sensory intake being reduced to what he can glean from auditory stimuli and his peripheral vision this is hardly a feat. The man bounces around from window to window whipping back curtains with equal amounts of flair and abandon; an overly dramatic “Are theyyyy… here!” accompanies every flap of fabric, much to his brother’s annoyance and his partner’s growing amusement.

Keep it together, Damian silently pleads when a particularly loud giggle escapes from the confines of your hiding spot. Grayson is in the middle of yet another exclamation so it more than likely goes unheard, but his younger coughs and clears his throat anyhow. His eyes immediately pinch in contemplation as he wonders why he feels the need to cover for you, it’s not as if he stands to gain anything from aiding you—in fact he would be better off if you were found sooner. A swifter detection means a swifter return to the quiet he so craves.

He isn’t quite sure how he has managed to become so heavily invested in your victory, but a brief bit of introspection has him writing it off to the quite charm that you wield seemingly without thought or effort. Sure, you have the capacity to annoy him to no end, but there is no denying that there is something magnetizing about you. What’s more, you’re one of the kindest people he has ever had the privilege of knowing despite life giving you ample reasons not to be. It’s so easy to see exactly what it is that draws Richard’s bleeding heart to the tenderness of your own. Though he may have made some questionable decisions with his previous romantic partners, Damian is sure that what the two of you have is made to endure.

Of course he gives voice to none of this, choosing instead to level his brother with a disgruntled look. “If you’re quite finished kicking up several weeks’ worth of dust…?”

“Alright, alright,” said with hands raised in concession. “Enjoy your book, baby feathers, I’m out.”

Though the use of the infuriatingly infantile nickname leaves Damian seriously contemplating testing his brother’s reflexes via a launched international spy thriller, he abstains if only to keep eyes off of him. With your impending (and shared) victory so close at hand, a vicious little smile plays along the corners of his mouth. Your pursuer is nearly out the door, just a few more feet and he’ll have retreated into the hall once more–

Pfft-hah!

Why?? he silently laments. There’s no reason for the sudden burst of mirth that he can see. Grayson was leaving, you had won.

Even muffled there is no denying the distinct cadence of your laugh and your lover’s eyes narrow as he looks towards the sound’s source. “They’re hiding behind the sofa.”

His statement brokers no response, but that does not mean that he will not receive one.

“No.”

Giggle-snort.

…Damn.

“Ha! I knew it!”

Well, Damian muses as he watches his brother toss the giggling mess of a human over his shoulder, it cannot be said that I did not try…

A/n: Not me losing every round of hide and seek I’ve ever played because I am a giggly bitch lmao. Anyways! Looking back over this now I realize that this touches on the relationship between Reader and Damian more than it does ReaderxDick, but whatever, it’s fine lmao…

© notepadsandtealeaves/TheViperQueen, 2018-2023 || Please do not repost, translate, or otherwise alter or distribute my works without my express permission. And for the love of god keep it away from Youtube and TikTok lol…

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x gn!reader #dick grayson x gender neutral reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson fluff #((Immy does fan fiction: the Batboys))

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Dick Grayson x GN!Reader in: The Penalty Round

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

|| F!Reader | M!Reader | Ao3 Version ||

|| Dick’s Tag | Batboys M.list | Batboys Tag | Personal Blog ||

|| The SFW prequel: The Curious Case of the Lovers in the Library || || F!Reader (Ao3) || GN!Reader (Ao3) || ((some links pending))

↠ Requested By: The ~heaux~ in me ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: NSFW af ((make no mistakes, I will 100% fight a kid if I see them on this post)) ↠ CWs/TWs: There’s nothing too out there, but still make sure to peep the in story note for the deets. ↠ If you’re looking for a beta-ed work you have come to the wrong place, my friend lol. ↠ Total WC: ~3k

↠ Who says you can’t win for losing?

|| The Penalty Round

💦 Tags: Reader uses they/them pronouns | Reader has ambiguous anatomy | Pre-established relationship | Dick’s waistline being problematic | ((said problem is that my legs are not currently wrapped around it #madaboutit)) | ((why is it like that, if not for us to grab, huh? HUH??!)) | A v. brief mention of cum eating (Reader) | Oral (Reader giving) that leads into throat fucking (kinda rough, but not too much) | OP’s Dick’s praise kink is showing | Which means there’s lots of pet names (i.e. baby, honey, and the like; Reader receiving) | Reader gets that good oral-handy combo | Unprotected sex (remember to be safe IRL, so on and so forth) | Penetrative sex (more specifically a mating press, Reader receiving) | Knowing me there’re probably some v. light dom/sub undertones | ((that wasn’t necessarily my intent, but it is kinda my brand lmao)) | And finally a bit of afterglow‘n’cuddles before falling asleep in Dick’s arms because that is the Good Shit™

“Ready to settle up, love?”

“‘And the loser will be completely at the mercy of the winner.’ Those were your exact words, baby, don’t you remember?”

“Oh yes, that is definitely a look,” he comments, a harsh exhale punctuating his words. “And a damn good one too…”

“Such a good, eager baby,” he coos as his free hand caresses your cheek.

“Look at the way you swallow me down,” he pants in a voice that sounds just as wrecked as you feel, “my good, perfect baby. So, so good, always so good…”

Once your bottoms are gone an impatient hand makes its way to your center and Dick lets out a breathy little curse at the sheer amount of wetness that greets him. “All this just from sucking cock, babe?” he asks on a chuckle as he coats his fingers in your pre, their pads dragging oh-so-slowly over your sex before sliding down to trace teasing circles around your entrance. The jolt of pleasure that courses through you reduces your reply to a reedy cry of his name that trails off into a hiccuping moan, a thing that clearly suits your man just fine.

The hand that had been working against you so perfectly is soon joined by the molten heat of his mouth in a move that’s so quick and fluid that you don’t have a hope of bracing yourself for the added sensation. Your body’s replying arch is cut short by steadying hands, a knowing little laugh vibrating against you all the while. You shudder at the feeling, gasping when his tongue drags itself over your already sodden flesh, Dick’s name a ragged cry on your lips as your fingers curl in against his hair. He likewise shivers at the bite of your nails against his scalp, humming his approval all the while before pulling away just long enough to tell you—promise you—that he’s going to make you lose your mind. And he’s as good as his word. He doesn’t let up, his tongue laving and twirling against you in shifting patterns that leave your head spinning and your legs shaking. His hands are just as busy as one keeps your hip anchored while its opposite works in tandem with his talented mouth.

“You sound so. Fucking. Cute.” The declaration is made some long moments later when his need for oxygen finally outweighs his greed for your sex. His voice is absolutely wrecked with his desire, though you can barely focus on the rasp of it when he’s punctuating those last few words with suckling nips against your thighs.

“Mmm~ I think baby likes that,” he chuckles darkly as he continues to massage your walls. “That’s right honey, keep rocking those hips for me—need to work you open, get you ready to take me…”

You’re too far gone to fully comprehend what he’s saying, with your mind only really being able to focus on the sinuous purr of it all. Lust has deepened his voice into something specifically designed to leave you fully under his spell, and enthralled as you are there’s no perceiving anything outside of you and him and the pleasure that’s drawing closer with each pump of those ridiculously long fingers. You rut against him with a desperation that would be embarrassing if Dick wasn’t just as gone. He doesn’t have it in him to tease you right now, not when he feeds on your pleasure and you’re so close to the edge. He murmurs your name before pulling away from you to watch you chase your bliss a ravenous intent. His gaze darts over the length of you in an attempt to drink in every little detail as words that blur the line between praise and pleas are panted down at you. His movements grow more pointed as yours become more frantic, the crescendo building up-up-up until–

“Oh fuck babe. That’s right—give it to me.”

A sound that’s caught somewhere between a moan and a sob squeaks out of you as your body tenses before going lax under the weight of your release, but that’s hardly the end of things.

You try to reply, you swear you do, but between the orgasmic haze that hasn’t even begun to fade and the feeling of his cock pressing hot and heavy against you, well… You figure you can be forgiven for whatever the fuck it is that actually comes out of your mouth—not that it would’ve been audible anyway when your man’s tongue is so tangled up with your own. He sucks down your mewls of pleasure only to feed you his own as he reaches down to take himself in hand. His cock, hot and sticky with your combined arousal, slaps against your entrance a few times in rapid succession before he pushes finally, finally pushes into you.

“Fu-fuck… Fuck! That’s– It’s too damn good, babe. I-I’m already so close—you keep doing that and I’m not gonna last…”

“Yuh-yeah,” he starts, nodding wildly. “Yeah, I can do tha– Ah, shit! So fuckin’ tight… God, fuck—kiss me.”

“I love you, baby—always.”

–and that five word declaration, spoken with all the gravity of an indisputable truth, is the last thing you hear before you give yourself over the land of dreams.

#so i'm back. kinda lol.#dk when i'll update next but at least i'm writing again #anyways...#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x gn!reader #dick grayson x gender neutral reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson smut #((Immy does fan fiction: the Batboys))

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notepadsandtealeaves · 2 years

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status: ongoing || updated: 12/21/21

|| byf | batboys tag | other m.lists | my ao3 | main blog ||

⚪️ all works are poc friendly. ⚪️ unless otherwise specified, all works are written with a gender neutral reader. ⚪️ unless otherwise specified, all damian x reader fics are written with an adult age (at least 18) damian. ⚪️ at current all works are sfw—the odd bit of innuendo/suggestive line notwithstanding—but that’ll probably change at some point lol. ⚪️ links marked with a ❣ lead to my main blog. ⚪️ links under the cut so as not to clutter up your dash/blog.

12 days of batmas

status: on hiatus until i get my holiday spirit back a-fuckin-gain ((fuck 2021, seriously))

rating: sfw with the occasional spicy-ish bit

cws/tws: any applicable warnings will be listed in their respective fills.

reader gender: neutral

characters: damian w. | dick g. | jay t. | tim d.

summary: p. much what it says on the tin. various hcs and scenarios about your favorite bats and their holiday habits.

links: tumblr | ao3

from the batboys, with love || valentines day event 2021

status: complete

rating: sfw fluffy-fluffs

cws/tws: any applicable warnings will be listed in their respective fills.

reader gender: neutral

characters: damian w. | dick g. | jay t. | tim d.

summary: just cute lil letters from your boys to you.

links: tumblr | ao3

single sentence prompts

status: on hiatus

rating: sfw fluff/general silliness with the occasional a dash of spice

cws/tws: any applicable warnings will be listed in their respective fills.

reader gender: female ((tho i’ll eventually add gn! and m!reader options too))

characters: damian w. | dick g. | jay t. | tim d.

summary: various shenanigans with the boys™

links: tumblr ❣ | ao3

damian wayne, rabbit whisperer

status: complete

series: single sentence prompts

rating: sfw fluff

cws/tws: none

reader gender: female ((at current; i plan on writing m- and gn!reader versions too))

additional characters: none

summary: animals just love the young mister wayne. || in which pet-sitting your friend’s bunny leads to a sweet scene between you and your man.

links: tumblr ❣ | ao3

kiss kiss, fall in love, pt.2

status: complete

series: autumn’s arrival

rating: sfw fluff (with one tiny bit of angst)

cws/tws: mentions of a grave and bloody injury (damian receiving), tho it’s not super graphic, just a brief mention of blood. also a v. brief mention of the shared mental trauma that results from said injury. again, i do not get super into it, but it is touched upon.

reader gender: neutral

additional characters: none

summary: a love story as told through kisses. || inspired by the arrival my favorite season

links: tumblr | ao3

no words needed

status: complete

series: single sentence prompts

rating: sfw fluff

reader gender: female ((at current; i plan on writing m- and gn!reader versions too))

additional characters: none

summary: in raising your daughter, he’s finding himself. || in which you have the honor of witnessing a sweet moment between your husband and your daughter.

links: tumblr ❣ | ao3

dating j. todd be like, pt. 1

status: complete

series: single sentence prompts

rating: sfw crack

cws/tws: none

reader gender: female ((at current; i plan on writing m- and gn!reader versions too))

additional characters: bonus background roy harper

summary: jason todd is a living conduit of chaotic relationship energy.

links: tumblr ❣ | ao3

revelations, or how the hell did we get here?

status: complete

series: n/a; a requested piece

rating: sfw, tho jay swears a lot because ofc he does

cws/tws: (unfounded) accusations of infidelity, and also marriage and kids mentions.

reader gender: female, per request

additional characters: nate and delielah todd (the requester’s ocs, tho the latter’s only mentioned)

summary: despite a very thorough investigation, nate comes to an absolute and extremely wrong conclusion. his father would be more insulted if he wasn’t so impressed…

links: tumblr

sasha, sasha, where for art thou sasha…

status: complete

series: single sentence prompts

rating: sfw flirty fluff

cws/tws: none, tho there is some suggestive talk and insinuations.

reader gender: female ((at current; i plan on writing m- and gn!reader versions too))

additional characters: none

summary: given how long you’ve been dating him, you probably should’ve seen this coming… || in which you’re dubiously rewarded for a complete lack of help lmao.

links: tumblr ❣ | ao3

say the word (practice makes perfect)

status: complete

series: single sentence prompts

rating: sfw… not exactly fluff, but fluff adjacent sweetness

cws/tws: pregnancy scares and resulting tears, but jay comforts reader through it.

reader gender: female ((at current; i plan on writing m- and gn!reader versions too))

additional characters: none

summary: just because you weren’t ready didn’t mean that you didn’t want it… || in which a pregnancy scare leads to talks of the future jay wants to build with you.

links: tumblr ❣ | ao3

the curious case of the girl in the library

status: complete

series: single sentence prompts

rating: sfw fluff

cws/tws: none

reader gender: female ((at current; i plan on writing m- and gn!reader versions too))

additional characters: tho this is technically a fill for dick, the story is told from damian’s pov.

summary: hide and seek shenanigans, with bonus dames and titus.

links: tumblr ❣ | ao3

whole

rating: sfw fluff

series: single sentence prompts

cws/tws: marriage mentions, and reader’s giving birth to her and dick’s kid, tho i don’t go into great detail.

reader gender: female ((at current; i plan on writing m- and gn!reader versions too))

additional characters: none

summary: you all click together, like the fitting of a puzzle’s pieces into place. || in which dick’s world is made whole with the birth of his son.

links: tumblr ❣ | ao3

maybe (love, once lost)

status: complete

series: n/a; written for my 200 followers event

rating: a sfw gut punch, it’s a h/c sour patch kid made up of angst and love lol

cws/tws: an unhappy/unhealthy relationship that leads to a potential breakup. also tim-typical self-destructive tendencies, tho tbh Reader’s not faring much better.

reader gender: neutral

additional characters: none

summary: in reaching the end of things you and tim find that the only way to move forwards is to go back to the start… || a breakup fic but not really because i left the ending open lol.

links: tumblr | ao3

of creepypastas and bo staffs

status: complete

series: single sentence prompts

rating: sfw fluff

cws/tws: none unless you count being freaked out by scary movies lol

reader gender: female ((at current; i plan on writing m- and gn!reader versions too))

additional characters: none

summary: a movie night goes awry. tim may or may not be banned from making the movie night selection for the foreseeable future…

links: tumblr ❣ | ao3

you and me both, babe

status: complete

series: single sentence prompts

rating: sfw fluff

cws/tws: reader’s married to tim and they’re gonna have a baby lol.

reader gender: female ((at current; i plan on writing m- and gn!reader versions too))

additional characters: none

summary: when you see an opportunity you take it. that’s one of the things he loves about you the most. || in which you ready yourself to give your hubby the big news.

links: tumblr ❣ | ao3

#((Immy does fan fiction: the Batboys))#my masterlists #damian wayne x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #tim drake x reader

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notepadsandtealeaves · 3 years

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Damian Wayne || Kiss Kiss, Fall in Love 🍃

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

|| ao3 version | series m.list | batboys tag | main blog ||

When Love said, “Fool, can looks thy wishes crown? // Time past comes not again.” –Stolen Pleasure || W. Drummond

↠ A love story as told through kisses…

↠ Requested By: Nobody, I just had an ~i d e a~, Mr. Krabs ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW fluff, with a teeny-tiny sprinkle of angst. ((but my blog’s 18+ if minors want to consume my sfw stuff while still respecting my wishes of them staying out of this space, they can head over to my AO3)) ↠ CWs for mentions of a grave and bloody injury (Damian receiving, unsurprisingly); it’s not super graphic, just a brief mention of blood, really, but still… But don’t worry tho, nobody’s getting dead, not on my watch lol… ↠ As with every x Reader fic I write for him, Damian is a full ass adult (i.e. 18 or older) here. ↠ Betas? Lmao, nah. ↠ Total WC: 3k~ ((after my edits it is no longer exactly 3k and that makes me unreasonably sad lmao))

Seasonal depression (which can totally go choke on a dick, btw) has made writing more chore than fun these past couple of weeks, but I’m slowly shaking it off. Posts’ll probably still be sporadic, but hey—I’m trying lol.

Anyways!

Here, have some cute Dami fluff. This shit’s good for the soul, I swear.

My crops? Watered. Edges? Laid. Bills? Paid.

He’s got the power~ lmao…

🍃 First Kiss

Practice Makes Perfect || WC: 400~

“I… I do not–”

Damian lets out a short, low grow the moment the word passes through his lips. I do not, I cannot—statements such as these have no place in his vocabulary, not when they’re being applied to himself, anyway. They smack of incompetence, and he’s always hated the thought of being less than in any arena.

And yet standing here before you now, hands slick with a light sheen of sweat, heart racing, and face thoroughly flushed—none of which has been induced by something acceptable like training or his nightly duties—there’s a regrettably undeniable truth to this shameful admittance. And you certainly deserve the truth, not that he can tell you the whole of things at this juncture, but that only makes it all the more imperative that he gives you what he can now.

And so he takes a deep breath and tries again.

“I am sorry, beloved, but I am unfortunately bereft of experience with such matters.”

For your part you just give a breathy little laugh as you cup cheeks that are overly warm to the touch. “Hey, Dami, babe, that’s okay. No, really,” you insist when he cuts his eyes over at you with a grunt, “I, uhh… I’m more than happy to be your first.”

Your words leave you just as flustered as him, not that you weren’t before, but it’s a more apparent showing now. He can feel the slight tremble in your fingers where they curl against his skin, can see the nerves that turn the curve of your smile into something adorably uncertain, can almost swear he can hear your heart beating in time with the hummingbird pace of his own.

He has no idea if he’s likewise your first, but it doesn’t matter, not really, not when he plans on being the last person you ever kiss in this lifetime.

This resolve puts the steel back in his spine, and when he finally kisses you it’s everything you expect from Damian Wayne.

The first brush of his lips is tentative, not out of fear, but reverence. The gentle pressure lingers undemanding, with the hands that had moved to cradle your own brushing calloused thumbs over their backs. When he pulls away some odd seconds later he watches with thinly veiled amusement as a cute little lovesick grin slowly spreads across your face.

“That, um, that was really good—for a first attempt, I mean.” Your amendment leaves him rolling his eyes.

“Thank you, but I am sure that I can do better.”

“Oh?”

“Mm. Another attempt is in order, I think.”

“Well, practice does make perfect—or so the saying goes…”

🍃 One Hundredth Kiss

Something Worth Talking About || WC: ~1.2k

Life, Damian has found, is all about balance.

There are various proven scientific laws that talk about actions and reactions, cause and effect, so he’s very much aware of the principles as they stand. However, that does not mean that he appreciates the force in all its many forms—especially when it leads to having dozens upon dozens of cameras and microphones shoved into his face.

He is a Wayne, and the Waynes are an affluent family, and because of this the media—as well as the public at large—seems to think that that gives them some sort of right to his life.

Cause and effect, actions and reactions… Newton had claimed that, despite being opposite, the latter was supposed to be equal in proportion to the former, and yet the young man cannot help but to think that this isn’t at all an appropriate response to one’s net worth.

Your being beside him is yet another direct result of the family name. Naturally being his partner means enduring the plethora of events that various social obligations require him to attend—or it would if he’d not done everything in his power to keep you from being dragged into the more… unfortunately public (read: annoying) aspects of his life.

Despite his status he’s managed to keep that which is most important to him (i.e. you) away from the prying eyes and gaping maws of the press, always citing your safety as well as your peace of mind (nevermind his own) as the driving reasons. Vale, Ryder, and all their ilk are far too vicious of creatures for him to ever willingly allow them near someone so precious as you, but, vigilantism aside, experience has long since taught him that it is only ever a matter of time before that which is hidden comes to light—oftentimes with it kicking and screaming all the while. Such a scenario is not one that he wants either of you to endure any more than he wants the exposure, but unfortunately there’s little else for it.

What started as a potential eventuality has morphed into a looming inevitability that grows closer with every passing day, and is the sole reason that you both find yourselves in this rather undesirable situation.

The day itself is nice at least, being unusually sunny for mid-autumn Gotham, with a crisp breeze catching the lighter materials that some have chosen to garb themselves in for this affair. The shivering that inevitably accompanies such folly leaves him narrowing his eyes even as he silently sighs in resignation. That so many whom share his tax bracket choose fashion over function will never cease to amaze him, especially when they can have both, but such is the ‘privilege’ of wealth, he supposes. Their continued need to have all eyes on them is being put to good use this time around, at least.

This particular luncheon is Foundation hosted, and meant to raise funds for the latest disaster to strike the cursed city. It’s a common enough happening—both the tragedy and the outpouring of funds that ever follows—that the pomp is expected. Anyone who is supposedly worth talking about knows to make an appearance and drop a stack or two, so even if it were not hosted by the family, at least one Wayne would have to be in attendance. And when all things are considered, your making your debut as a couple will probably go over smoother at a more understated event such as this one.

When Damian had volunteered to be the family representative for the function it raised eyebrows and questions both, but everyone had been wise enough to keep the bulk of things behind their teeth—well, if you don’t count Grayson spraying anyone unfortunate enough to be across from him in a fine layer of whatever sugary swill he had been drinking in a reaction more fit for a slapstick comedy.

The pair of you have the well-wishes and prayers of the whole of the Wayne clan, and having been set upon nearly from the second you’d exited the escort vehicle you certainly need them. Thankfully all of the reporters’ inquiries are expected and thusly have been thoroughly prepared for, with that which is not being pointedly ignored. For his part Damian answers with the bland aplomb that he’s become famous for, while you bring your own flavor of charisma to the table. By the time you finally make it to the building’s entrance he’s sure that he’ll have any number of bruises on his hand from those occasions when your nerves had gotten the better of you, but overall you both manage to make it through the trying ordeal unscathed.

You let out a shaky sigh of a laugh as you do your best to ignore the cries of “Just one more picture of the beautiful couple, please!” and the like, and even in your clearly flustered state Damian cannot help but to think that you’re the most exquisite thing he’s ever had the honor of laying eyes on.

You’re a vision in your chosen ensemble, with the colors and cut of it accentuating that distinct brand of beauty that no one aside from you has ever been able to capture. With your pretty eyes blown wide, and lips slightly parted around a breath meant to steady there’s a certain delicacy about you, one that demands his attention, his protection. Even with the ever circling vultures that are the paparazzi at your backs and the whole of Gotham’s high society waiting for you just beyond the gilded doors he finds himself giving in to a desire that would usually go ignored until you’re both safely within the confines of some private space.

The kiss that he presses against the plush of your mouth is a sweet and gentle thing, one that gives everything but asks for so little in return. He half expects you to pull away, but you cannot seem to stop yourself from melting into the ministration, with your hand coming up to cradle the one that cups your cheek. The pair of you linger with closed eyes, shutting out the world that wants far more than its due in lieu of drinking from the well of your shared love. When you finally, reluctantly, pull apart it’s as if the bubble that you’d created for yourselves bursts, and the universe in all its inherent chaos once again makes itself known with a clamor. Unsurprisingly the cameras’ caught the whole of the brief display, and their owners have been left frenzied because of it.

The breath that you take this time is just as unsteady as the last, though you don’t seem nearly as shaken as before despite the heat he can feel against his palm. Your lips pull off into a small, shy smile as you ask, “Um, begging your pardon, sir, but what even was that?”

The man gives a half shrug as his hand drops, taking yours along with it in a tangle of fingers. “If they must talk, why not give them something worth talking about?”

🍃 Vigilante Kiss

Humanity, and Other Fragile Things || WC: 700~

|| One last CW for that bloody, life threatening injury I talked about…

You were never supposed to find out this way.

Damian had a plan, or at least the makings of one. There were still certain kinks that definitely needed to be worked out, contingencies to be made should you prove to be less than accepting of his nightly activities, and answers that he needed to be able to provide when you inevitably asked their corresponding questions. And that is saying nothing about the risks involved. If it were just his own safety on the line he would not be nearly so wary, but it is not just him—it is him, and you, and everybody else that he holds dear in this unfairly dangerous and spiteful world…

So yes, he has naturally put a fair bit of thought into how to reveal his vigilante persona to you, but never once in all of the eventualities that he has contemplated did he ever think he’d be doing so while nearly at death’s door.

Thinking on it now, it really should have made the list of possibilities. Were he the man that he was before meeting you he would’ve blamed hubris—that all-consuming belief that he was untouchable, his skills beyond reproach and more than enough to fell anyone foolhardy enough to stand against him—but loving you has long since shown him that he is indeed human and thusly fallible. And from that fallibility a different type of delusion was born, one that would not allow him to entertain the thought of a world in which the two of you did not exist concurrently.

Reality, however, clearly has decreed it so.

This is why he lifts his hand away from the wound that oozes blood in time with the ever slowing beat of his heart, uncaring of the way the warm, vicious liquid smears across his face as he peels the domino away from his eyes. The recognition that dawns in your own is a brief flash, a comet’s streak across an otherwise overcast sky that’s instantly eclipsed by an all-consuming dread. Your cries of “No-no-NO!” do not cease, but rather decrease in volume as he beckons you closer to whisper the refrain that has been repeating in his head since his injury had taken him to his knees all those minutes—Seconds? Hours?—ago:

“I love you, my darling. Please live, and do not dwell—if not for you, then for me. Please.”

It takes a fair bit of effort to utter the deceptively short declaration turned plea, and more still to bring his lips up to meet yours in what he’s sure will be his parting kiss…

But despite the improbability of it all, it would seem as if the universe has deemed its quota of suffering filled, if only for tonight.

He knows that it cannot be the result of some cosmic absolution. The things that he has done, the atrocities gleefully committed before he knew to feel shame—contempt, for both himself and those who set him about those horrid tasks—will never be blotted out no matter how many nights he gives over to his commission. But you… He can certainly see a scenario where whatever governing forces there are out there look far more kindly on a person like you. You’ve always been his better half in truth, radiating kindness and warmth and all things good and wondrous. Balance is usually the order of the day, but he fully believes that someone like you has the ability to turn even the most concrete of laws on their head.

In truth this is the only explanation that he can find for his waking up in the Cave’s medbay instead of whatever void or otherly dimension it is that awaits a being such as he once death finally has its due.

But in the end the whys matter little, he supposes. What’s truly important is the fact that he is here, with you—beautiful, perfect you—and that you’re both very much alive and well enough. His physical injuries will take time to heal, and the shared psychological wound longer still. Neither process will be especially pleasant to endure, but he’s more than willing to whether all of this and more if it means he gets to share a hundred thousand more kisses, and the lifetime that inevitably accompanies them, with you.

🍃 Forever Kiss

(Let Me Be) Selfish || WC: 600~

This is beyond foolish, Damian thinks, to be jealous of my own damned dog–

–and yet here he is, looking on as you and Titus both roll about on the floor like you’re barely even half your actual ages.

The Great Dane soon gives up on trying to wrestle the rope toy out of your hand, choosing instead to go straight for the source. He settles the whole of his heft onto your torso as he attacks you with a flurry of doggy kisses, and you squeal loudly, the sound somewhat choked by the laughs that are still pouring forth from your throat. You redirect the canine’s head with a deft precision, easily rolling him off of you before rising to your knees and giving him a few solid pats. You coo out a string of gibbered praise as you cup his face and scratch around his jowls, and Titus being the spoiled (and treacherous) beast that he is revels in your affections with contented pants and a lolling tongue.

Normally such a sight would leave Damian’s heart feeling overly full—and in truth it does, even now, when he is in the thick of his own admittedly childish feelings—but given how little you’ve seen of each other lately, well…

Is it really so wrong for him to want the whole of your attention focused solely on him? That he does not want to share you, with anyone or anything, anytime soon?

He doesn’t think so, but even if it is he honestly cannot bring himself to care overmuch. He has always been a bit selfish when it comes to the things that he holds dearest, and you?

To call you a prized possession would be a disservice of the highest order. You are not a thing to be obtained and hidden away, and to reduce you to such would be a sin beyond repentance. You’re so much more than what words could ever hope to convey, though the one that he finds to be closest to the mark is simply love.

You are love.

Love at its very core, the essence of the sentiment, and the fullness thereof. You embody every hallmark of the feeling in excess, an almost superfluous showing, but no—there can be no real waste when it comes to such matters. And that you share all of this with him so willingly…

No, he really does not think that he’s at fault for wanting to hoard your affections away.

And so he enters the fray, bringing the hound to heel even as he pulls you to your feet. There’s a glow about you brought on from the brief bit of play, one that leaves your eyes shining and your cheeks warm under his calloused palms. It doesn’t take long for his desire to be mirrored on your face, with the smile you’d been giving him turning into a bitten lip and your gaze growing heady under heavy lids. You both give in to the magnetic-like pull of attraction as your lips meet with a sigh.

His greed, need, sees Damian licking into your mouth just as soon as he’s able. Tongues tangle and glide while lips suckle and part around sounds of pleasure that neither of you could ever hope to contain. It is only when your lungs make their own needs known that the pair of you finally part. The hands that had long since wandered to your waist pull you in closer as he moves to brace his forehead against yours. As he listens to the little lovesick giggles that sound in between the soft pants of your breath, reveling in the way it all breaks against his skin to spread warmth throughout the whole of his being, he knows.

This is what he wants, these bastions of reprieve and all the storms that surround them, with you, forever…

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Damian Wayne x GN!Reader in: So Kiss Me~, Pt. 2

12 Days of Batmas || Day 9—Kissing Under the Mistletoe

↞ previous: movie nights with the (bat)boys™ pt. 2 || watching holiday specials

|| ao3 version | 12 days m.list | batboys tag | main blog ||

|| dick day 9 | jay day 9 | tim day 9 || ((links pending))

He’s never been one for overly involved displays of affection in public settings, but in this case he’s willing to make an exception.

*places a cute lil kiss on your forehead* Yes, good.

↠ Requested By: No one, technically ((but given the fact that I’ve been working on this series since last year I’m sure you’re all ready for me to wrap this ish up lmao)) ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW fluff ((but my blog’s 18+ so if minors want to consume my sfw stuff while still respecting my wishes of them staying out of this space, they can head over to my AO3)) ↠ CWs/TWs: None ↠ Betas? Nah, we don’t do that here. ↠ Total WC: 500~

Post’s title comes from this bop ((nobody look at me, I’m mentally regressing to a time before the shit show that is the 2020s lmao))

Another set of HCs, but this time around they’re even shorter lmao. Sorry about it folks, but my brain’s already checked out of this shitshow of a year if I’m being completely honest lol. But begardless of the length, I hope you all can still get a bit of enjoyment out of this!

Headcanon || WC: 500~

🌟 Like I said back in Day Five’s HC, Damian’s not overly fond of most holiday traditions.

He finds most of them to be pointless and silly, but they’re harmless enough so he’s willing to keep his complaints (mostly) to himself and indulge those closest to him.

The one exception to his mild disdain is mistletoe.

He’s a romantic at heart, one with more classical leanings, so it would follow that he would enjoy this.

He finds the tradition to be rather quaint, a bygone quirk that has managed to age well—well, providing that you’re in decent company.

He’s another one that’ll go actively out of his way to make sure that nobody’s abusing the powers of the mistletoe lol. He doesn’t even have to approach the offender, not when he’s got his patented Death Stare™. One look at those cold, jade orbs and a mf knows that if they don’t step off the next set of eyes they gon’ see will belong to God lmfao.

🌟 He’s never been one for overly involved displays of affection in public settings, but in this case he’s willing to make an exception.

Usually he likes to keep his private affairs private. His reasoning for this is twofold.

Firstly there’s the safety factor. Between his past and the life that he currently leads he has learned to air on the side of caution. He’s not ashamed of you or your relationship—in fact if it were possible he would gladly let the whole of the known universe know that he is yours—but he’d rather that nobody focuses on you for too long.

There is safety in anonymity. The less the public knows about you, the better. Sure, people are aware of the fact that he has a significant other, but the details are sketchy at best. He took great pains to keep you hidden away, but once that was no longer a viable option he made sure to curtail any and all specifics about you and your relationship.

His efforts to keep eyes off of you means that other than holding your hand or wrapping an arm around you, he’s rarely openly affectionate with you. This has led to many people accusing him of being cold with you, but honestly they can fuck right off with that.

Just because he’s not performative, doesn’t mean he’s not showing he cares. You can see it in every lingering gaze, can hear it in the way his voice turns into this soft and gentle thing whenever he talks to you, can feel it in the way his grip on you will tighten just so in a reminder that he’s there.

His love manifests itself in a million little ways that nobody but you will ever be privy to, but when he pull you to him under that sprig—large, warm hands cradling you like you’re the most precious thing to have ever graced this planet—and cuddles his lips against yours it’s a showing that nobody can deny…

🌟 Up Next: Day Ten || Holiday Party ((check back tomorrow!!))

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Jason Todd x GN!Reader in: Movie Nights with the (Bat)Boys™ Pt. 3

12 Days of Batmas || Day 8—Watching Holiday Specials

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

↞ previous: firelight in gotham || decorating your home

|| ao3 version | 12 days m.list | batboys tag | main blog ||

|| dames day 8 | dick day 8 | tim day 8 ||

This man is all about getting cozy with you.

He’ll take any excuse to cuddle up with you—not that he actually needs one, of course—so naturally movie nights are right up his alley.

The most wonderful time of the year just got even better…

↠ Requested By: No one, technically ((but given the fact that I’ve been working on this series since last year I’m sure you’re all ready for me to wrap this ish up lmao)) ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW fluff ((but my blog’s 18+ so if minors want to consume my sfw stuff while still respecting my wishes of them staying out of this space, they can head over to my AO3)) ↠ CWs/TWs: Brief talk of a handsy Jay; slightly suggestive, but nothing to write home about, really. ↠ Betas? Nah, we don’t do that here. ↠ Total WC: 700~

So there’s no ficlets this time around folks. sorry about it but I just couldn’t come up with anything sadly. But! They’re pretty lengthy (they’re all 700+ words) so that’s something ig. Anyways, that’s enough rambling from me—have at it and (hopefully) enjoy!

Headcanon || WC: 700~

🌟 This man is all about getting cozy with you.

He’ll take any excuse to cuddle up with you—not that he actually needs one, of course—so naturally movie nights are right up his alley.

Warm, soft blankets, yummy snacks, and his boo all wrapped up in his arms while you veg out in front of the television? That’s prime date night material right there.

Loves to spoon during movie nights, doesn’t really care who’s wrapped around who, tho if you’re tinier than him he’s gonna tease you a bit if you wanna be the big spoon lol.

Lots of “My cute lil jetpack”s and “Can you even breath/see back there” and the like.

((but lbr—this boy loves having you hold him; tho he’ll rarely admit to this aloud, he won’t deny it if you say it))

🌟 Providing work hasn’t worn him out, he’s the type to stay up for the whole of things.

Even if you tip off he rarely follows suit, choosing instead to hold you tight and enjoy the feel of you in his arms, alive and well and safe.

If he does fall asleep he’s gonna be so sad! This was time that he was meant to spend with you, and he’s wasted it by sleeping.

Will promise to make it up to you, no matter how much you tell him that isn’t necessary, so just let him, okay? It’s as much for his sake as it is for yours.

🌟 V. much a commentator—esp. if the movie is one you’ve already seen before and-or he finds the plot to be overly ridiculous.

He’ll pull back if you want to watch the film in peace, but the minute those credits roll he’s gonna rip into it lol.

He’s v. indiscriminate with his critiques, has to be given his love for B-movies. There’s just something about the jank of those films that just does it for him; like were the creators actually trying to create something good, or were they self-aware? Either way he’s here for it.

🌟 He’s… also got a tendency to get a bit, let’s say handsy, if he finds the movie boring.

What? He’s gotta keep himself occupied somehow, and it’s not like he’s legit feeling you up from the start. Really it’s more of a caress that can easily turn into more if you give him the go ahead.

If that’s not the vibe he’s more than happy to keep it PG-13, much like I’m trying to do with these HCs lol.

🌟 As for what he likes to watch…

No matter the time of year, this is v. much a weekly thing for you, so he’s not too fussed about the lineup…

…Well so long as you don’t pull a Tim and try to marathon the Die Hard series lmao. They’re movies that take place during Christmas—that’s it, that’s all.

In a somewhat similar vein, he does consider Nightmare Before Christmas to be both a Christmas and a Halloween flick. This spicy take is not born from an actual strong opinion, btw, but rather from his love of trolling Damian lol.

There are a few standards that he’ll want to get at some point during your sessions; i.e. The Year Without a Santa Claus, How the Grinch Stole Christmas, Home Alone. These films never fail to get him in the holiday spirit.

((and yes, he is well aware of the fact that you can make the same argument for Home Alone as you can for Die Hard, but he also doesn’t care lmao))

This is also one of the few times you’ll catch him singing without a hit of embarrassment or restraint. Unsurprising given that most Christmas movie soundtracks slap.

Ngl, he finds most of the newer Made for TV movies to be terrible, but at the same time the season just doesn’t feel complete without watching at least one cheesy holiday flick.

((his favorite is Holiday in Handcuffs, but tbh he loves anything with Melissa Joan Hart in it; he’s kinda had a thing for her ever since her Sabrina days lol))

🌟 Overall movie nights with Jay are just *chef’s kiss* 10/10—would highly recommend cuddling up with this giant teddy bear of a man while you binge.

🌟 Up Next: Day Nine || Kissing Under the Mistletoe ((check back tomorrow!!))

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Damian Wayne x GN!Reader in: Movie Nights with the (Bat)Boys™ Pt. 2

12 Days of Batmas || Day 8—Watching Holiday Specials

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

↞ previous: old cats, new tricks, same old bullshit || decorating your home

|| ao3 version | 12 days m.list | batboys tag | main blog ||

|| dick day 8 | jay day 8 | tim day 8 ||

Thanks to the major part they played in the earliest stages of your relationship, movie nights hold a special place in both of your hearts, with the nostalgia adding an extra layer of enjoyment to an already lovely experience.

One of his all-time favorite activities done with his all time favorite person? Sign him the heck up!

Headcanon || WC: ~800

🌟 As your relationship has progressed, Damian has lost the need for relying on various excuses to spend time with/be near you.

At the start of things this poor baby was awkward af. The persona that he shrouded himself in mixed with his natural introversion and mildly stunted social skills meant that he wasn’t exactly sure how to move past all that to be close to you.

((this was all you-specific, btw; he could finesse everyone but you because he wanted your connection to be real, not something cultivated by petty manipulations for the purposes of keeping up appearances))

Because of this he relied pretty heavily on planned dates as a way to spend time with you without looking too… desperate? I guess?? Idk, he used to be so damn weird about this stuff, but dammit he was trying.

Movie nights quickly because his go to as they’re prime cuddle inducers.

((he has definitely pulled the yawn ‘n’ stretch move on you—several times, in fact—much to your silent amusement lmao))

Poor thing was so stiff and stilted in his movements back then, and he was always so careful about how he touched you. He never wanted to do anything that could be seen as disrespectful/could potentially make you uncomfortable.

When he finally loosened up enough to let you properly cuddle him his heart was p o u n d i n g . You could definitely feel it and low-key hear it from where your head rested against his chest, but you were smart enough to keep quiet about it, and honestly your reticence made him fall just that little bit harder.

🌟 In the now he’s over the worst of his hang-ups, but his love of movie nights persist.

Like Dick he makes sure that you have everything you’ll want/need to enjoy this rare night in.

Tho he’s usually an advocate for healthy eating and moderation, this is one of the few times he’ll pig out with you. He doesn’t process sugar well—which is just a kind way of saying that if he doesn’t work it off, it turns him into a hyperactive five year old lol—so he mostly sticks to salty snacks like chips and popcorn.

Also—blankets.

He’ll get the softest, coziest blanket he can find to burrito you both in and it is undoubtedly a ✨ ~heavenly experience~ ✨

🌟 He has no problems with staying awake for the duration.

I personally canon Damian as being one of those people that only sleeps like 4 hours a night—and not in the insomniac way, but rather the ‘my body doesn’t require more than this’ way—so he’s almost always well rested.

However if you happen to doze off he’s not opposed to taking a little nap with you. He’ll probably carry you back to your bedroom for this tho, as he hardly finds the couch to be comfortable enough to sleep on.

((because you just know that he gets bulky once he hits his 20s—dude’s a Wayne, after all, and he definitely inherits his father’s build))

🌟 Doesn’t really talk too much during the movie as he finds that to be rude, but he’s not above scoffing and the like if he thinks the plot to be too ridiculous.

As he’s gotten older, he’s become a bit more lenient when it comes to such things, but there’s only so much silliness he can abide by before he snaps lol.

Horror and thrillers especially set his teeth on edge because how can people be so stupid?? But then again his vigilante work has shown him that humans are indeed capable of said levels of stupidity so…

🌟 As for the lineup…

It’s already been pretty well established at this point that I canon Dames as a movie snob, so if you come at him talking about some Die Hard or Nightmare be ready for a long ass lecture about why these movies are most assuredly NOT Christmas movies lmao.

He personally tends to skew more towards classics like It’s a Wonderful Life or one of the many black and white Scrooge remakes.

He also loves animated films as well, esp. the older ones like the original Grinch (tho he does really like the live action version as well) and all of those Claymation joints. He really appreciates the level of skill that went into making those films, and honestly wishes that the medium was still more widely utilized today.

If you want to watch one of those cheesy Made for TV movies he won’t complain. They’re terrible, sure, but so a part of the experience that to not watch at least one would feel wrong at this point lol.

🌟 Thanks to the major part they played in the earliest stages of your relationship, movie nights hold a special place in both of your hearts, with the nostalgia adding an extra layer of enjoyment to an already lovely experience.

🌟 Up Next: Day Nine || Kissing Under the Mistletoe ((check back tomorrow!!))

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Dick Grayson x GN!Reader in: So Kiss Me~, Pt. 1

12 Days of Batmas || Day 9—Kissing Under the Mistletoe

↞ previous: movie nights with the (bat)boys™ pt. 1 || watching holiday specials

|| ao3 version | 12 days m.list | batboys tag | main blog ||

|| dames day 9 | jay day 9 | tim day 9 || ((links pending))

Ofc he knows that he doesn’t need an excuse to kiss you, but that doesn’t mean he’s not gonna take it lol.

Mistletoe, mistletoe everywhere…

Post’s title comes from this bop ((nobody look at me, I’m mentally regressing to a time before the shit show that is the 2020s lmao))

Headcanon || WC: 400~

🌟 Unsurprisingly he’s super into it lol.

Dick’s one of those people who flows in all love languages, but his top two are acts of service/gift giving (I know those are separate, but with him they kinda mesh together) and physical affection.

Because of this he has a hard time keeping his hands off of you. Naturally this doesn’t always translate as intimate in the spicy way; sometimes he just wants to hold and be held, to feel the warmth of your skin under his fingertips, the pant of your breath against his neck, the beat of your heart against his ear.

All of this proof that you’re here, together, safe and sound, a thing that he needs to be reassured about more often than he cares to admit to, honestly.

More angsty reasons aside, he loves the hell out of you and thinks you’re just the cutest thing to ever ever so it’s not exactly surprising that he’s the type to constantly want to love on you.

Lots of casual touches all day, every day, ranging from chaste forehead kisses to impromptu cuddle sessions (usually initiated by him flopping down on top of you and burrowing into your warmth lol), so naturally this holiday tradition fits right in with his vibes.

🌟 Ofc he knows that he doesn’t need an excuse to kiss you, but that doesn’t mean he’s not gonna take it lol.

He has definitely posted little sprigs of the stuff in every doorway/hall your home possesses before proceeding to follow you around for his free smooches.

He’s also the type of nerd that’ll get one of those doofy headbands with the mistletoe attached, and then proceed to use his height advantage for all it’s worth.

You taller than him? Not a problem! He’s a Grayson, remember, and a Bat besides, so he’ll get on some good Spiderman shit if that’s what it takes lmao.

((ugh, he’s so damn extra—I love it))

Another one that’s not at all shy about PDA, so expect to be kissed breathless the minute he catches you under the sprig. He won’t take things too far, but by the time he’s done your cheeks are gonna be on fire because goddamn does this man have a kiss on him.

Even when it’s just a peck it’s like weirdly enticing? Maybe it’s just his natural charisma mixing in with the ridiculously high levels of attraction that you have for him that does it, but either way you’ll always find yourself chasing after his lips, and he’s always, always willing to oblige…

🌟 Up Next: Day Ten || Holiday Party ((check back tomorrow!!))

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Jason Todd x GN!Reader in: So Kiss Me~, Pt. 3

12 Days of Batmas || Day 9—Kissing Under the Mistletoe

↞ previous: movie nights with the (bat)boys™ pt. 3 || watching holiday specials

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|| dames day 9 | dick day 9 | tim day 9 || ((links pending))

Tbh he has mixed feelings about this tradition. On the one hand it gives him an excuse to smooch his baby, so hells yeah. But on the other some assholes like to make things weird and creepy and he’s not into that.

All that said, he doesn’t mind getting caught under the stuff if it’s with you. He’s not the type to seek it out, but if it happens he’s gonna take full advantage of the situation.

Pucker up, buttercup.

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Post’s title comes from this bop ((nobody look at me, I’m mentally regressing to a time before the shit show that is the 2020s lmao))

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🌟 Tbh he has mixed feelings about this tradition.

On the one hand it gives him an excuse to smooch his baby, so hells yeah.

But on the other some assholes like to make things weird and creepy and he’s not into that.

He’s the type to stay posted by the sprig to police such behavior. All it takes is one pleading look and he’s stepping in, no questions asked. Tbh the whole damn family’s like that, so people know better than to try to pull that type of shit when they’re around.

🌟 All that said, he doesn’t mind getting caught under the stuff if it’s with you.

He’s not the type to seek it out, but if it happens he’s gonna take full advantage of the situation.

Your comfort is always his top priority so he’ll only take the kiss as far as you’re okay with.

Could be a cute lil chaste smooch, or he could opt to slip you some tongue—it really all just depends on you as he’s not overly shy about PDA lol.

Tho that isn’t to say that he’s gonna have a full-fledged makeout session with you right in the middle of a doorway, ofc. He does have a since of decorum, even if it’s not always exactly up to societal standards.

🌟 However, comma, if you’re in a more private setting all bets are off.

It should probably first be said that this man’s definition of ‘private’ is v. loose. You could be at a bustling party where someone could walk up on you at any moment, but they’re not currently there and that’s enough for him lol.

But yeah, if you’re in a relatively private space he’s gonna lay it on you proper. The mistletoe’ll be completely forgotten as he pins you against the nearest surface as he proceeds to turning you into a mewling mess.

You’re uhhh, you’re probably going to want to head out after that, which lbr, was probably his plan all along. He’s never been a big fan of parties, but he does love turning you into a needy little thing. With this action he has succeeded in getting two things he wants (i.e. ditching the bash and having you be the one to beg him to take you home lol).

🌟 It should probably also be said that he owns a pair (or several) of mistletoe patterned boxers that he likes to wear year round, so uhhh, do with that information what you will lmao…

🌟 Up Next: Day Ten || Holiday Party ((check back tomorrow!!))

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Jason Todd x GN!Reader in: Mall Madness, Pt. 3

12 Days of Batmas || Day 3—Getting Lost at the Mall

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

↞ previous: it’s always the little things… || cuddling by the fire

|| ao3 version | 12 days m.list | batboys tag | main blog ||

|| dames day 3 | dick day 3 | tim day 3 ||

Out of all the Bats, Jay’s probably the got the most chill when it comes to shopping. Who saw that one coming?

This man’s the best shopping buddy a person could ever ask for—well, providing you don’t get separated, that is…

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So this isn’t exactly new content—sorry to anyone whose hopes I got up.

In my efforts to make my posts a more, ahem, ✨~aesthetic reading experience~✨, I’ve been going through and editing my old posts. My original post for day three has always bugged me, so I’ve decided to break it up so that all the boys get their own posts. Also, I’m leaving Damian’s as the original post, so that’s something.

Other than the look of things and a few light edits, there aren’t any major changes. It should make for better, more streamline reading tho. ((thinking about it now, this is more like a quality of life patch than anything lol…))

Headcanon || WC: ~1k

This… got a lil bit sad. Again. I’m so sorry lol. I love Jay, I truly do! He’s actually my favorite out of all the boys, which leads to me delving deeper into who he is as a character and given all he’s been through… Well dude’s a walking angst factory if I’ve ever seen one. That being said…

TW for mentions of a panic attack, though I don’t go into great detail about said attack. I more so touch on helping him to work through it and the aftermath, and even that’s not super detailed. If you want to skip it, keep scrolling until you get past all of the ‼’s (6 in total).

🌟 Out of all the Bats, Jay’s probably the got the most chill when it comes to shopping. Who saw that one coming?

He’s got his list—which is p. short as he’s already bought most of his gifts months ago—so everything’s well in order.

🌟 He’s also v. flexible, able to adapt to any shopping style.

You more of a mission based shopper that likes to get in and out? Give him half of your list and send him off to hunt that shit down for you. Also keep your phone handy in case he needs to hit you up for some clarification.

On the opposite end of the spectrum, do you like to go in and just wing it? He’ll use his detective prowess to help you analyze any recipients you may be having trouble with picking something out for.

If you’re one of those people who gets easily distracted he’ll either help you stay on task or go off on a tangent with you depending on what you want to do.

You wanna touch all the things? He’ll only stop you if it looks like you’re gonna break something lol. And if you do he’ll pay for it with minimum grumblings on his part, though he will tell you that you need to be more careful in the future.

🌟 Doesn’t tend to get bored too quickly as he enjoys people watching.

He’s so damn tall that he can easily see over most displays, and thanks to his dip in the Pit his hearing’s enhanced*. If he focuses he can listen to the argument that a couple is having three aisles over or the total meltdown that somebody’s brat’s having over not getting whatever toy it is that they want lol.

If you want he’ll gladly narrate the goings-on for you.

*((I have no idea if that’s canon or not, btw. Regardless, I personally give anyone who has been inside of a Lazarus Pit freaky good reflexes and sensory intake. But anyways…))

🌟 More than okay with being a pack mule if you need him to be—after all, all those muscles gotta be good for something.

🌟 Also okay with being left on a bench somewhere with your haul. Again, people watching’s his jam and this gives him ample opportunity to indulge.

🌟 But that’s all only tangentially related to the prompt so let’s move on…

🌟 As far as getting lost in the mall… That shit would freak him out big time. He’s a former Bat, thee fucking Red Hood. He does not get lost–

🌟 –well until he does, clearly.

🌟 Depending on the headspace he’s in this can go one or two ways.

‼ If he’s already feeling stressed for whatever reason getting lost will freak him out as I’ve already said, though to a much greater degree. His anxiety will spike, potentially throwing him into a full blown panic attack.

‼ If you’re with him, try to pull him off to somewhere less crowded. A bathroom is one of the better options, though if the men’s room isn’t a viable option for you a dressing room will do as well. Walk him through some breathing exercises as those are the most effective method for calming him, and just stay with him until he levels out.

‼ Once he’s a bit more stable get him home asap. Plot out the fastest route to the nearest exit and find your way back to your car from there; he’ll be better off walking outside in the open air than trying to fight the crowds.

‼ He’s gonna be feeling p. fragile for a bit afterwards, so be sure to love on him as much as he’ll let you. He’s probably not gonna want to talk about it, not that there’s much to say. You both already know about his anxiety and the potential for crowds to set it off. Stuff like that’s easier to deal with when he’s in vigilante mode, but when he’s just Jason he finds that he’s not always as strong as he wants to be.

‼ And if you’ve managed to get separated… that’s just not gonna end well. Like at all. He’ll focus all of his anxiety into finding you, and getting in his way is not at all advisable. Once he finally locates you, you’re going home. Full stop, that’s it, drop whatever it is you’re holding unless you plan on stealing that shit because you’re leaving right the fuck now.

‼ He’s not trying to be controlling or anything like that, he’s just freaked the fuck out. He needs to get back to a space where he can feel comfortable and in control of his emotions again, and ofc he needs the one person that he trusts most in this world (i.e. you) to be there with him.

🌟 If he’s in a better headspace he’s gonna be annoyed more than anything.

How tf did he let himself get lost? And in a mall of all fucking places. Disgraceful, truly.

If there’s one available he’s gonna pull up a map on his phone to help orient himself, and barring that he’s gonna look for one of those directories that most malls have on a wall or stand somewhere—or at least they used to have them. I haven’t been to a mall in ages (the one in my city is p. empty so I do my shopping online) so idk if this is still a thing.

Anyways!

He is not above asking a guard or store employee for help, esp. if you’ve somehow gotten separated from each other. Your safety (and his sanity) comes well before any pride he may have.

Expect him to bitch about the whole ordeal for the next several minutes. He’s also gonna want to hit up the food court as he feels like he’s earned a snack after all that fuckery lol.

🌟 So overall he’s an excellent shopping buddy—10/10 would bring along again.

Up Next:

🌟 Day 4: ‘Martha Stewart’ Who? || Wrapping Presents

You wait with bated breath as your man inspects the parcel before him.

With its sharp creases, smooth sides, and expertly tied bow your offering would be considered immaculate, flawless even, to anyone else—but Jason Peter Todd isn’t just ‘anyone’.

It’s on sight, Ms. Stewart.

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Dick Grayson x GN!Reader in: Mall Madness, Pt. 1

12 Days of Batmas || Day 3—Getting Lost at the Mall

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

↞ previous: a virtue worth pursuing || cuddling by the fire

|| ao3 version | 12 days m.list | batboys tag | main blog ||

|| dames day 3 | jay day 3 | tim day 3 ||

He’s definitely the type to view getting lost in the mall as a mini-adventure.

If you get separated, however, he’s gonna flip his shit trying to find you. Catch him out here having mall security scouring the building for you and-or making intercom announcements lmao.

Shopping with Richard is certainly an experience…

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So this isn’t exactly new content—sorry to anyone whose hopes I got up.

Headcanon || WC: ~1k

🌟 Dick strikes me as the type to absolutely love shopping.

🌟 When it comes to giving, a big part of his love language is, well, giving. He loves to see the look on someone’s face when they open up a gift that he’s made or purchased just for them.

Definitely a master gift giver. He uses his Bat skills as well as his natural intuition to pick out the perfect items without fail.

You mention wanting a certain thing? Said thing will be in your possession within the next 24-48 hours.

Thought you were about to run out of coffee/toothpaste/whatever? Not on his watch. You’ll find a replacement there waiting for you, one that you know you didn’t buy as you were gonna do that later on today and yet here it is.

He doesn’t wait for a major event to dictate things—if he wants to give you something he’s gonna give you something. Your smiles are so damn precious to him, they give him life, so anything that he can do to induce them is getting replicated.

And he never expects anything in return. He’s doing this because he loves you and he cares and he just wants you to be taken care of.

Tbh, I see all of the boys as being providers. They’ve all got their reasons for wanting—needing—their sweetheart to be well taken care of.

🌟 Anyways!

🌟 Malls are his jam. They give him a lot of options without having to go to a bunch of different locations. “You could go to a hundred stores or just one.”

🌟 He usually already has a good idea of what he’s gonna get, but he loves to window shop, so be ready for that lol. Dude has stamina for days so if left to his own devices he’ll be bopping around for hours without ever thinking about taking a break.

If you can’t hang that’s fine! More than fine—“Honestly, babe! Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

Whenever you want/need to take a break just tell him and you’ll find the nearest bench or food court to rest up in.

🌟 He’s definitely the type to view getting lost in the mall as some type of adventure. He doesn’t get lost very often, and unless he thinks the circumstances/location is sketch he’s actually p. happy about it. He loves to explore and this is just one more chance to do so.

🌟 If you get separated, however, he’s gonna flip his shit trying to find you.

Catch him out here having mall security scouring the building for you and-or making intercom announcements lmao.

When you finally come together again he’ll damn near squeezing your soul outta your body with his hug, babbling all the while about how he thought he “–lost you for forever!”

Meanwhile you’re hella embarrassed and confused, but trying to comfort him just the same. Embarrassed because obviously—you got dragged back to him by security like a lost child; confused because I just went to get a pretzel did you not hear me when I said that??

🌟 Whether you’re lost or not, expect lots of shenanigans to ensue.

He’s so the one to get in the display windows and model with the mannequins. Dude better be glad he’s cute and loaded or else that shit would not fly.

He does the same thing with floor displays—and has knocked a few over as a result. Again, it’s good that he’s as fine as he is rich lmao.

Has legitimately made sells for associates who he saw struggling.

That commission based fuckery is total and utter BS and we all know it. He can’t change the system, but he can certainly game it. If he, a ridiculously attractive rich boy, can get another rich asshole person to buy something in order to help out someone with less means you bet your sweet ass he’s doing it.

Also doesn’t stand for people abusing staff. None of them are here for that mess. In fact, there are entire YT playlists dedicated to all of the Bats giving rude customers and suck-up/disloyal managers the business lmao.

Some of the greatest hits include:

Dick Wayne says ‘Not Today Satan’!!!

good guy jason todd wants to help us to eat the rich and he’s starting with this b!tch 😘😘

The Damian Wayne Death Stare™

Did T-Wayne really just give this man a job?? (watch til the end- You Will CRY)

bruce wayne just bought a whole ass macy’s just to fire the terrible manager lmaooooo

Will also model silly outfits for you (that he somehow manages to pull off no matter how outrageous they are) and will encourage you to do the same because who doesn’t love an impromptu fashion show?!

So many people, Richard. So many, many people… lol.

🌟 Given that he’s one of Gotham’s most beloved sons, being followed by the paps is an unfortunate side effect of going to such a public venue with him.

Thankfully they keep their distance for the most part. Dick may be all smiles and sunshine, but the minute he feels like you’re being made to feel uncomfortable or into a spectacle then the fangs are coming out.

He has this way of politely telling people to fuck off that somehow manages to convey the potential for pain without crossing any lines. And he does it all with these empty eyes and cold smile and yeah—needless to say folk have learned to keep their distance lol.

That being said there’s dozens of videos of you two online. They mostly feature Dick doing something silly and you either joining in or holding your head in your hands as you watch your man-child’s foolishness unfold lmao.

🌟 Overall he’s a p. fun shopping buddy. A bit on the sillier side so I would personally give him a 7.5/10, though if you don’t mind that he’s a solid 10/10 for sure.

Up Next:

🌟 Day 4: Let’s Wrap This Up || Wrapping Presents

“You did it!”

You laugh a bit even as your cheeks heat. “Babe, I literally just wrapped half of a box—not even the whole thing, just half.”

“Yeah, but you did it so damn well. Gotta celebrate the little things too, yeah?”

Doesn’t matter how small the feat, he’s always gonna celebrate you.

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Dick Grayson x GN!Reader in: Movie Nights with the (Bat)Boys™ Pt. 1

12 Days of Batmas || Day 8—Watching Holiday Specials

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

↞ previous: a compromise with indigo eyes || decorating your home

|| ao3 version | 12 days m.list | batboys tag | main blog ||

|| dames day 8 | jay day 8 | tim day 8 ||

Movie nights are an all-day event with him, ngl.

Mans will legit take off of work and beg out of his nightly duties as well if that’s what it takes to get your schedules to sync up.

Some people might say that he’s doing the most, but those people would be wrong and should really mind their own business, tbh.

Headcanon || WC: ~800

🌟 You just know he lives for stuff like this.

Dick is a man that absolutely thrives on time spent with his baby. Unfortunately being a detective as well as a vigilante’s a real time suck, so he doesn’t get to spend nearly as much time with you as either of you would like.

This makes all the time that does get to spend with you purposeful, which imo makes it even more special.

But this is all only tangentially related, so back to the HC at hand.

🌟 Movie nights are an all-day event with him, ngl.

Mans will legit take off of work and beg out of his nightly duties as well if that’s what it takes to get your schedules to sync up.

Totally goes all out—I’m talking a plethora of snacks, blankets, pillows, and fairy lights all tucked away in one of the most elaborate pillow forts you’ve ever seen in your life.

Will insist that you get in your comfiest clothes. Said clothes may or may not be matching onesies that he’s bought specifically for just such an occasion lol.

Despite all the room in the fort he’ll p. much keep you in his lap for the duration if you’ll let him. He’s a cute, clingy thing, but we been knew.

((the only real problem with this positioning is the fact that you’re gonna have to deal with him smacking in your ear/getting crumbs in your hair/etc. so have fun with that lmao))

When he’s not turning your head into an impromptu bib, he’s laid out over you. Doesn’t matter what your stature is in comparison to his—he’s gonna flop the whole of his bulk on to you like a giant man-cat.

By his estimation it’s a win either way it goes. If you’re smaller than him then he gets to cuddle-smoosh you (ofc he’s always careful to keep from actually hurting you/making you uncomfortable) and if you’re the same size or bigger he gets to be the cuddle-smooshee lol.

🌟 Will probably, no definitely, fall asleep on you at some point.

More like multiple times, actually.

Look—honey’s a cop as well as a Bat, can you really blame him?

His hype’ll see him staying up for like the first half an hour, but eventually all the rest that he’s been missing out on will demand its due. Doesn’t help that he’s stuffed himself full of sugary junk, so if his exhaustion doesn’t get him the sugar crash will.

He will totally try to play it off like he wasn’t sleeping. He’ll wake up just long enough to say something random that you guess is supposed to pertain to the movie, but doesn’t really make much sense before knocking out again.

He’ll only admit to falling asleep if you refuse to rewatch the movie with him—the movie that he only wants to rewatch because it was just that good, honest! Lots of “But looove, I was asleep! It doesn’t count!” and pouting and the like until you break lol.

🌟 When he’s not dozing, he’s another one that likes to chatter while he watches.

And it won’t just be about the movie either. His brain has a tendency to bounce around a lot during his downtime, so expect lots of tangents—but don’t worry, it’s something you’ll get use to fairly quickly, if you’re dating him.

Also a big fan of drinking games; this can be a boozy experience if you so choose, but he’s also cool with using non-alcoholic beverages or really any alternative that you can come up with.

He always picks a set of rules that he knows will get a lot of penalties out of both of you because anything less wouldn’t be fun.

((i.e. take a sip every time the business minded leading lady is mean to the small town hunk/chug the glass for every on the nose town name/etc.))

🌟 He already owns pretty much every holiday related movie known to man.

He’s not usually one for things like itineraries as he finds more enjoyment in letting things unfold as they may, but this is one of the few instances he’ll bend on that.

Because he does have so many movies to choose from, never mind the fact that like a dozen-plus Made for TV joints come out every year, he’ll sit down with you days in advance so that you can plot out what you want to watch.

He’s not at all picky about the lineup; so long as A Charlie Brown Christmas is somewhere in the mix he’s good.

🌟 So yeah, movie nights with Dick are always a good time (to the surprise of literally no one lol) so just kick back and enjoy having you man all to yourself for the whole of the day.

🌟 Up Next: Day Nine || Kissing Under the Mistletoe ((check back tomorrow!!))

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Dick Grayson x GN!Reader in: A Compromise with Indigo Eyes

12 Days of Batmas || Day 7—Decorating Your Home

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

↞ previous: they never stood a chance || baking cookies

|| ao3 version | 12 days m.list | batboys tag | main blog ||

|| dames day 7 | jay day 7 | tim day 7 ||

“Richard John, we are not leaving our Christmas decorations up year ‘round.”

“But it’d save us so much time! Plus think of the potential for Halloween—instant Nightmare Before Christmas vibes.”

“…You’re making points, but also no.”

But think of the possibilities tho!

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Annnd, we’re back in business. Will we fare better this time around? I honestly cannot say, but I’m hopeful!

Anyways…

In this installment I mostly focus on decorating for Christmas since that’s the holiday I personally celebrate. But if you go in for something different these boys have totally got you, one hundred percent 💖

Headcanon || WC: ~1.1k

🌟 Dick’s a huge fan of winter in general, not least of all because of the holidays.

🌟 As I stated before, Christmas is his favorite holiday of all time, but if that’s not your bag he’s really down for whatever. He just wants to spend this time with you and the rest of his loved ones.

If you celebrate something other than Christmas he’s gonna want to know all about it. Will definitely insist on sitting down and having you tell him all about your holiday of choice and any customs and personal traditions that come along with it. He’ll be so stoked to implement them into your personal celebrations.

If you don’t celebrate anything at all he’ll want to know why. Not in a judge-y, or prying way, he’s just genuinely curious! Given how much he loves just about every holiday, he can’t imagine not celebrating anything at all. Still he’ll respect your decision on matters, as always.

🌟 Regardless of what you do or don’t celebrate, it’s gonna be hard to pull him away from Christmas completely as it’s the holiday he personally grew up celebrating—not that you should want to, I’d think.

Compromise is the word of the day, kiddos, and he certainly has no problems with combining holidays/customs.

It may result in things looking a bit odd to outsiders, but it’ll be your normal, and honestly he really loves it?

Seeing your lives/cultures/backgrounds intertwined in a way that’s specific to you as a couple/family just leaves his heart feeling so damn full that he may legit burst this time, lol…

Now if you don’t celebrate at all, things will get a bit tricky because this is his favorite holiday. He’s gonna want to decorate at least a little, and you’re gonna be subjected to his terribly hummed renditions of various holiday classics (or mans can’t hold a note, sorry, lmfao), but he won’t go any further than that if it makes you uncomfortable.

But if even that much bothers you expect to have a long talk about things. He can’t stand the thought of his baby hurting in any capacity, and clearly there’s trauma there. He’s gonna want to get to the root of that thing one way or another, so if you don’t feel comfortable talking to him about it he’s gonna insist that you talk to someone—be it another loved one or a professional.

He’s not trying to be pushy, but Dick is v. much a fixer. He understands that nothing heals overnight, but so long as you’re working towards that end he’ll be happy.

🌟 Anyways!

🌟 Decorating is always a given with this man.

Tbh he probably started trying to decorate things right after Thanksgiving lmao.

Will legit do it at the start of the month, if you’re down. Yes, your house will totally be that one spot that goes from “Spooky Scary Skeletons” to “Jingle Bell Rock” in less than 24 hours, just like a gd supermarket lol.

He’s so the one to have a Christmas tree in damn near every room if you let him. He realizes how excessive this is, but… Look. He just really loves the aesthetic, okay?

And he’s got all these ideas for themes, and ornaments were on sale so really he’s saving you money by buying them now, and since you have them you might as well use them, yeah? Otherwise you’re wasting money and that’s never a good thing, esp. during the holiday season!

🌟 He’s… not exactly indecisive about themes, but rather he’s super enthusiastic about them.

If you do let him place multiple Christmas trees throughout your home he’s more than likely gonna want them each to have their own vibe.

Themed rooms? Themed rooms.

You’ll have A Charlie Brown Christmas type beat in the foyer (complete with that sad lil struggle tree lol), a more classic aesthetic in the living room, a ‘Silver Bells’ theme for the dining room, etc.

If you force him to pick, however, he’s definitely gonna go with something a bit more modern. Definitely likes his trends, so whatever’s hot that holiday season will probably be what he’ll go for (unless he’s feeling nostalgic in which case he’ll go with something a bit more traditional).

🌟 The general vibe is kinda lit, ngl.

He’s armed with several Spotify playlists (only one of which is holiday themed) and he’s not afraid to use them lol.

It’s probably gonna take you a few days to get through with everything because you’ll spend more time dancing/cuddling/making-out than you will actually decorating.

What? It’s not his fault you look so damn good with stray bits of tinsel and faux snow stuck to you. (He’s a hands-y mf, but we been knew.)

🌟 He doesn’t really have a go-to aesthetic as he finds something to love in just about any theme. This can lead to a rather hodgepodge result unless you step in and make him settle on something.

Tho it should also be said that he’s a sucker for homemade decorations. Quality doesn’t matter to him at all. You made it so it’s automatically ✨~wonderful~✨

‼ And omg—if y’all have kids. Bruh.

Look me in the eye and tell me that he won’t dedicate a whole ass tree to just the ornaments your kids make, I dare you.

Makes such a huge deal out of it too. World’s best hype-dad, he’ll gas the kids all the way up when they come home wielding a crudely cut out generic holiday bell. He’ll hold it up Lion King style and sing out a litany of praises, totally not caring that he’s getting glitter all over his hands (and the rest of the house, god help you all lmao).

He’ll call you over so that you can see what your amazingly talented baby has made before scooping the kid up so that they can place their creation on the tree.

Uggghhhh. Having a family with this nerd would be so fucking adorable, I cannot…

((and so the soft simpin’ continues lmfao))

🌟 In a similar vein, if you have family heirlooms that you want to put up, please do!

He’s gonna ask you all about them and what they mean to you, both personally and as they relate to your customs if applicable.

🌟 Overall decorating with Dick is really fun, if a bit… low-key chaotic. Honestly he lives for stuff like this. Making your space just that little bit more shared and homey? *chef’s kiss*

A Compromise with Indigo Eyes || WC: ~400

“So in conclusion, having a Christmas tree in every room will increase my happiness and productivity levels by at least tenfold. Now that I have reached the end of my presentation I will be taking questions. Yes, you, the lovely creature down front—you look as if you have a question.”

You have several questions, in fact, and nearly all of them are some variation of why, with a few when’s and how’s sprinkled in for flavor.

You look from Dick to the gaudily decorated slide that’s currently displayed on your TV’s screen, and back again with an expression that leaves him snickering. You’re able to hold your composure for all of two seconds before you too give over to your mirth.

“Yes! I got you to smiling, so that’s half the battle won.”

Well, he’s not wrong, but still—“Babe, that is… a lot. I know you love decorating, but the cleanup–”

“If you’d ju–”

“Richard John, we are not leaving our Christmas decorations up year ‘round.”

“But it’d save us so much time! Plus think of the potential for Halloween—instant Nightmare Before Christmas vibes.”

“…You’re making points, but also no.”

He gives you The Look then—the one that sees his pretty eyes fluttering and his full lips pulling off into a sad, near quivering little moue—but years of being on the receiving end of that potent pout has allowed you to build up an immunity. Sort of. You won’t be giving in to the whole of his ridiculous requests (dope though the Nightmare bit may be), but the trees…

He knows he’s going to get his way when you open your arms to him with a sigh, though it’d be foolish of him to think there won’t be a negotiation phase. Even so he’s all smiles when he comes to flop on top of you to talk terms. It takes longer than you’d like to convince him that having a tree in the kitchen area would be redundant given your home’s open concept layout, and the better part of an hour after that to nail down a theme, but the warmth that blooms in your chest as you go back and forth on color palettes—the same one that syrups through the indigo eyes that stare back at you—makes it all worth it.

🌟 Day 8: Movie Nights with the (Bat)Boys™, Pt. 1 || Watching Holiday Specials

Movie nights are an all-day event with him, ngl.

Mans will legit take off of work and beg out of his nightly duties as well if that’s what it takes to get your schedules to sync up.

Some people might say that he’s doing the most, but those people would be wrong and should really mind their own business, tbh.

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