Tim: Hey Jason can you help me with that mission we talked about?
Jason: I thought Bruce didn't allow you to go on that one.
Tim: He didn't.
Jason: Then why are you asking me?
Tim: Because Bruce's not the boss of you.
Jason, internally: It's a trap. Itsatrapitsatrapitsatrap-
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Damian: You look nice, I want to kiss you
Damian: *panicking* I SAID IF YOU DIED I WOULDN’T MISS YOU
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Batfam Headcanons pt.1
steph does a lot more social media than anyone else. she takes a lot of selfies and has a moderately popular account under the handle steph.brownie
back when tim and steph were dating, tim made a private instagram account he kept a secret just so he and steph could be THAT couple online. think selfies of them laying on the couch with a romcom playing on the tv, and one of them is asleep on the other. think mirror selfies with them cuddling each other. that was them.
dick WOULD do more- he likes it- but he's a busy man
he has instagram but not twitter
tim has a public twitter he uses for work only, and private instagram and snap accs that are only visible to like,,, three people. he goes for three months without touching sm and then spends three days going through his feed. there's no in between
tim was an avid vine user back when he was in boarding school and he spent a lot of time on tumblr
damian has a public instagram that steph made him. he's never used it. there's not even one post.
cass has insta, snap, and twitter, all made by steph. she never uses twitter but she's made one or two stories on instagram and uses snap all the time. she loves sending three second stories to steph from hong kong or wherever she is atm
cass actually really likes wearing nice clothes. she likes all clothes really, since she's still developing preferences, but she finds dresses fun and easy to fight in as long as there's not too much excess fabric
steph introduced her to boba tea and she's never looked back
tim has watched everything. tv shows, movies. he used to spend a lot of the time he was alone in his house just watching anything and everything. someone mentions a movie at school? he writes in down on the corner of his notes and watches it when he gets home. someone makes a reference to an obscure sitcom made in 1978? he googles until he finds what he's looking for and watches all twenty seasons in two days.
that mostly stopped once he became robin since he got busy but if he had a few days off he’d try to binge something to fill the time. he doesn’t do it anymore once he becomes red robin.
cass' stan twt is basically the same as zendaya's. yeah. you heard me.
each person in the batfam has their own locker in the batcave with extra clothes, spare masks, old case files they didn't bother to put away, etc.
steph got bored one night and basically vandalized all of the lockers. the designs she out on them are bright and obnoxious but no one bothered to change them, so they're still color coded and glitterized with their codenames and goofy sharpie doodles of bruce
tim's apartment has four rooms he uses for various guests once he started reconciling with friends and family. cass, bart, cassie, and conner are the most frequent visitors after things finally settle with the titans
damian's phone is full of pictures of the most RANDOM things, all taken so well they look professional. it'll go from a perfect shot of Dick mid-flip in civvies to an old milk carton left abandoned on the sidewalk. he refuses to offer any sort of explanation.
that's all i have for now but i come up with more on the daily and its five am
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i really like the idea of ex clark kent where dick only got clark as a father and all the other batkids didnt get to have him as another father and i imagine bruce is SO annoyed when they talk about clark . me and @ifilledtheroomwithlaughinggas imagine dinners at the table are like:
jason: “wait dick, wasnt clark like your other father for a while before the divorce happened?!”
dick: “YEA! he was awesome he used to get me ice cream so much after missions and like he was just an awesome dad”
jason: “lucky. since b got divorced with clark before i came around i really didnt get to hang out too much with him… i did get an autograph and a shirt from him though. he also gave me a pat on the back once.. i wish he could’ve been my other dad”
tim: “man i didnt get him as a dad either. kon doesnt really talk about clark but i imagine hes an awesome dad?”
damian: “yea jon talks about him a lot actually and i met clark before when i visit… i got a shirt from him too for christmas”
tim: “i want a shirt from clark?!￼ bruce can you tell clark to get me a shirt please”
dick: “yeah i want another one too my last shirt doesnt fit anymore. can you invite him for dinner or something please bruce i miss uncle clark”
bruce: *leaves the dinner table*
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heyo, I orginally started this on may 24th but school made it so hard to actually finish it-
I orginally skecthed this at a starbucks with a friend actually
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time to marie kondo this mess
tim drake x gender neutral reader. 744 words.
notes: requested by an anon as part of my hundred followers celebration! thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy :)
warnings: like two comments about food
the room was hot, bright with the glow of a summer evening, and the pile of what could only be described as stuff in the middle of the floor seemed absolutely infinite.
you had spent the better part of the day unloading drawers, tugging boxes out of the closet, and scooting furniture around. you'd collected every stray book, sock, cable, lip balm, and- most notably- three shurikens and a two-inch-tall nightwing action figure, dumping them all into a pile to sort through and hopefully regain some storage space in the process.
and now you were exhausted.
you flopped down with your back to the door, crossing your legs underneath you and glaring halfheartedly at the pile.
here goes nothing, you thought with a sigh, stretching out to grab the first knick-knack.
for nearly fifteen minutes, you made steady progress dividing everything between keep, donate, trash, and "??? why is tim such a hoarder?"
you were reaching for what felt like the millionth book when you finally heard the front door swing open and your boyfriend humming to himself.
"hey, babe?" he called.
"bedroom!" you announced tiredly.
"ugh, it's boiling out there," tim complained from the hall, growing louder as he came towards you. "i was hoping it'd be better inside, but it doesn't feel like the ac is doing much of anything."
"it is not."
"what do you wanna bet it'll be out for the rest of the weeken- woah."
you tilted your head up and back to look at him in the doorway. "hey."
"hey," he tore his gaze from the mess that was your floor and found your eyes. "were you that bored?"
"nope, but if i had been, this would have been the perfect solution." you scooped one of the books out of the donate pile and tossed it to him. "why do we have three different copies of 'the complete sherlock holmes'?"
he caught it smoothly in his left hand, flipping it around to study the cover. "can i get away with saying research?"
"you can, but i will absolutely never let you live it down."
he chuckled, crouching down and crawling forwards to lay on his stomach next to you with his arms folded under his chin. "find anything else interesting?"
"depends on your definition of interesting." your hand found its way to the back of his neck, gently rubbing circles just above his shirt collar.
he groaned quietly, absolutely melting under your touch. "up some?"
you shifted your hand, smiling at the content sigh he let out. "i found about fifty-two mismatched socks, if that counts."
"don't suppose the green one i've been missing was one of them?"
"yep. i threw it on the bed so it wouldn't disappear again."
"you," he reached one hand out to find your knee and squeeze it, "are entirely too good for me."
"then can you stop leaving throwing stars under the dresser?"
he laughed quietly, squeezing your knee again. "i'll see what i can do."
you scooted closer to him, slipping your hands onto his shoulders and digging into the muscle there. "this okay?"
"i would- left, oh, that's perfect- i would be personally offended if you stopped," he hummed happily.
you worked outwards, gently moving through the tension above his shoulder blades.
"there you go, boy wonder." you patted his back firmly before flopping backwards to watch the ceiling fan. "my hands are cramping."
tim rolled, pushing himself up on one elbow to smile dreamily at you. "you're the real wonder."
heat rose in your cheeks and you groaned, shoving his ankle. "shut up."
"after i found your green sock, this is how you thank me? by ignoring my only request?"
"you're so... ugh."
"what, do i not spark joy?"
a laugh escaped you before you could stifle it.
"there it is! there's the joy!" he poked you in the side. "it's been sparked!"
"you're so ridiculous."
"i can't even argue with you." he flopped backwards, mirroring your pose. "want a break?"
you scoffed. "what do you think this was?"
"no, like, we should take a break. go get ice cream or something." he sat back up, leaning forward to hover over you. "i can help you finish this up when we get back?"
"hmm... you drive a hard bargain."
"is that a yes?"
"if you help me up, we can go get ice cream."
he grinned, popping up onto his feet and taking your outstretched hand. "deal."
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Of Nights So Hollow, Of Legends So Great
Night Culture AU!Batfamily One-Shot
Word Count: 1.8K
Warnings: Angst, Uh..Scary? I guess?
Author's Note: This is based on the wonderful @bunnvoid Night Culture AU and I felt compelled to write this at midnight because I couldn't stop thinking about it. Bunn, I hope I did your ideas justice! Honestly, I keep going back and forth between the drawings to make sure! I had fun writing it! -Thorne
It was said that at the heart of every legend there was a grain of truth. Legends are just pieces of history fabricated beyond wildest belief, built upon by centuries of retelling, each story sewing a new thread into the tapestry from whence it came. But that’s all that legends are. Threads twined together, woven greater and farther than the original fable.
The old castle was a legend. Perhaps not the castle itself, but what supposedly resided inside. Supernatural creatures that skirted down cobblestone alleys and between taverns, seeking out fresh blood in the night. That was one form of the legend, if you believed it. The other form was that of creatures who skirted down cobblestone alleys and between taverns, seeking out evil and destroying it where it plagued innocence.
The chateau lied in the midst of the Devilwood Wilds, just outside the City of Old Gotham. Even during the days when the sun would peek through the gray clouds, it appeared gloomy, blackened stone walls, charred shingles and shutters. The giant Devilwood and Shadow trees prevented sight of the doors of the castle; only the top could be seen, to get the real view, one would’ve had to go into the forest. There was another legend: the horrors of the Wilds.
Whispers on the school-grounds told of a creature, big and terrifying that could be summoned with ritual stones and fresh bat blood; those that summon the beast are never seen again. The adults were less convinced of the idea, though they still forbid their children from reaching even the edges of the forested area. Whilst they believed those that went in were never heard from again, it wasn’t from a creature eating them, but a lack of guidance. Starvation. Wild animals. The freezing fog that made your breath turn to frost.
Timothy remembers hearing those whispers when he passed the old schoolhouse. His mother and father didn’t let him interact with the common children, instead his lessons were taught by private tutors from the wealthiest lands, paid for with the Drake treasure of gold and gemstones.
What more so Timothy remembered was the inhuman being that appeared in his father’s manor, striking down his mother with a slash of black magic, his father following. He remembers the way his father’s eyes rolled back in his skull, fear spreading through his body as he hid in the corner of the room, whimpering and crying. And he most certainly remembered the cold hand of the demon sliding between his shoulder blades before it dug into his skin, piercing his flesh, laughing as he cried out in pain as pricks spread out along his back and down his arms.
Warmth bled down his back as black feathers pushed from his skin and Timothy panted as his fingernails grew in length, sharpening as they darkened. He remembered scrambling to his feet, darting away from the creature as he ran. Forgetting the corpses of his family and staff around him, throwing the door open, bursting into the night, and sprinting down the street, leaving a trail of bloody, black feathers in the direction of the Devilwood Wilds.
The first night was the least remembered but the darkest. Violent and corrupting nightmares slithering inside his head as he tossed and turned along the frigid ground in a feverish deathlike state, the wings at his back only growing in size.
The second night was less nightmare-ridden, but much more painful. Timothy had pierced a wing on a stray Devilwood tree, the syrup like poison only infecting the wound. He was hungry and cold. Exhausted and scared. He tried to remember all the books he read as a child of the knights facing the elements for a week in order to ascend knighthood; he couldn’t seem to recall a thing.
The third night seemed to be his last. He lay huddled up against a raised Shadow tree root, the ebony wood providing stability for his wounded wing. Timothy sniffled, dragging his knees to his chest as he lay his chin on his arms, ignoring the grumbling of his stomach as it ate itself in hunger.
A tree branch creaked above him, and he craned his neck up, eyes widening when he saw the glowing eyes of the masked creature. The legends were right. The creature’s head twisted sideways, reminding Timothy of an owl, then the other way, like it was observing him. It made a noise and he scrambled to the floor of the forest, curling his injured wing above his head and over his body to protect himself.
Timothy whimpered, ready to be torn to shreds, but when no vicious claws or snapping teeth came at him, he carefully peered between his open wing. There lie a satchel, as long as his forearm and as wide as his middle was. He looked up towards the tree branch to where the creature had sat, but there was nothing there anymore; he glanced around, it wasn’t in sight.
He blinked and shuffled towards the satchel, untying the drawstrings with fumbling clawed hands. Inside lay a pair of thick wool socks, a small blanket, and another small bag. Timothy pulled it from the satchel and opened it; half a loaf of bread and a chunk of meat the size of his hand were stowed inside.
Timothy forewent the etiquette he was taught as a child, giving into his ravenous desire as he devoured the meat. It was tender and juicy, the glaze a mixture of honey and cinnamon.
A memory flowed to his mind, the dinner after the rising of the first star, his family and staff all surrounding the dining table, a divine feast laid before them. The smiling faces of his mother and father stilled his hunger and he placed the food back in the satchel, uncurling the wool blanket. Timothy lay underneath the raised Shadow tree roots, one wing curled around him, and he fell into a restless sleep with tears frozen on his cheeks.
When he awoke the next morning, his wing was no longer torn and infected. A new feather had appeared where the wound had been. Timothy wanted to learn to fly. He’d owned a bird once. A Ruby Firebird, with long, crimson-colored feathers and big ruby eyes. It had been his only real friend and he’d watched it a lot. It couldn’t be that hard.
He stretched his wings out, unable to fight the urge to touch them with a single black claw. It tingled. Timothy blinked and beat them, unsure. He beat them again, this time a little harder, keeping at it until with each beat he was able to blow the long grass flat against the ground. A giddy smile came across his lips when the tips of his toes grazed the ground.
What he had not counted on was how tired he was going to get after only a few brief minutes of trying. His wings felt sore. Timothy would try again tomorrow to rise above the tall grass.
The creature would appear at odd times during the night and Timothy had stopped feeling the cold fear in his gut when it did. It never came near him; it just watched with the cocked head, back and forth, then would drop the satchel again and disappear. Sometimes there were scribbles inside. He didn’t know what they meant; but he knew the language. Thaatisgani. An old language his writing teacher had shown him one day. A language long died out amongst the common and even the elite folk.
Timothy wanted to know what it meant. He wanted to know what the creature was. His determination drew him to the front of the castle during the night of the harshest season storm. Lighting crackled across the sky, the thunder rolled along the clouds and the rain came down in torrents. He was freezing and soaked to the bone and the weight of his wings had him crawling up the steps, collapsing at the door.
He weakly raised a clawed hand, one nail scratching the black glazed door and he descended into darkness.
His mother liked to wear scented oils. They smelled of Queen’s Briar and Golden Belladonna. Before he was older, she used to let Timothy sit beside her when she would apply them to her wrist and ears. She would smile at him and tell him stories of far away lands.
Warmth spread across his eyes, and he rolled over in what he thought was his dream, only to roll onto the ground, landing awkwardly on his wings. Timothy whined and unfolded himself off the ground, rubbing his eyes, only to see the creature a hair’s breadth away from his face.
Timothy choked on his fear and scrambled away, only for the creature to grab his shoulder.
He halted, looking back at it. “You speak the common tongue?”
The creature stared at him. “You are Timothy Drake. Son of Earl Drake.”
“I am,” Timothy responded, then looked at his hands. “But my family is…is dead.”
“Killed by a slithering demon from the Farstead realm.”
Tears prickled Timothy’s vision. “It killed my parents and cursed me.” He looked at the creature. “I’m a monster.”
“You’re cursed to believe what you think you are.” The creature waved a glowing hand and Timothy blinked in shock as the wings disappeared and his hands turned to normal. “It’s merely an illusion. You’ve only been tainted with cursed magic.”
It was much too complicated for Timothy to pull apart now. “Can I be healed?”
The creature blinked its glowing obs. “Cursed magic cannot be healed…but it can be trained.” They leaned forward, getting in his face. “I can teach you to control and transform.”
“You’re not going to eat me?”
“Are you sure?”
“You hesitated just a bit right there.”
A bottle rolled out from the corner of the room and the creature sighed, turning its head to it. “Richard. Jason. Come here.”
Two young boys, not that much older than Timothy appeared from behind a corner, guilty looks on their faces as though they’d been caught eavesdropping.
The creature nodded to Timothy. “Take him upstairs. He is dirty and tired.”
The tallest one, Jason, crossed his arms over his chest. “Just like that, Bruce? You’re going to take the witch boy in?”
“Pot-kettle,” Richard coughed, smiling when Jason elbowed him.
The creature, now known as Bruce, sighed. “Take the boy. He is tired.”
Jason and Richard obeyed, each hauling Timothy up under the armpits, leading him to a dimly lit staircase.
“Are you two going to eat me?”
“Yes,” Jason replied without hesitation.
“Jason!” Richard barked. “Stop.” He looked down at Timothy. “We’re not going to eat you Timothy…we’re going to help you. And that includes having a warm bed to sleep in and hot food to eat.”
Tears once again gathered in Timothy’s eyes, and he lowered his head as he sniffled. For once since that night, he felt safe.
These were the legends that prowled the city streets. They were supposed to be vicious and dark, evil and bloodthirsty, not ribbing and warm.
But then again, what are legends, but threads twined together, woven greater and farther than the original fable?
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🌈"Love is love, Damian!!!"😤
Drew the Bat Bros as pride icons! 👀✨ I don't know why this took me longer than it should. 😅 Coloring maybe? What do you guys think of it? 🤔 I dunno. Too bright? Well, I WAS trying something new. It was just a stupid idea. Timmy has his one true love and it's the only OTP ever. No I don't accept your arguments. Thanks. Lmao. 🤣
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Tim: I still have your underwear
Stephanie: I still have your virginity
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Any of them and the song tounge tied it works for so many of them I don't know why just vibes
Okay so I just finished listening to the song and I have thoughts
I think this is a song that Dick and Tim would probably sing (drunk) after a breakup
I definitely see it with Dick and Barbara, and with Tim it's a mix between Stephanie and Bernard
Duke would probably listen to it if it came in the radio, might even sing along if he feeling jazzy
Jason and Cass would be the ones no one expects to like the song, but their the ones who listen to it on repeat everyday
Everyone thinks Steph likes the song, but she hates it
It's a song Jon likes so Damian analyzes it (he won't admit to kind of liking it)
Alfred doesn't care for it, but he'll tolerate it
Bruce hates it
In terms of fitting for the characters, I could definitely see all of them singing this about an ex or current lover (Except Bruce and Alfred)
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Sorry, I swear this is my last one.
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I missed you ~Jasonette~
Third person pov
When Damian was born he also had a older sister named Marinette meaning angel of death (not a real meaning for the name). Ra's al gul their grandfather while he only wanted a male heir he saw strength in her eyes (also marinette was born six years before Damian). Talia didn't like marinette because ra's spent more time with marinette than with Talia. Marinette and her brother were always close and told each other everything but the only thing marinette didn't tell her brother was that she liked their grandfather's prisoner Jason Todd.
Both of them were close but Damien didn't really like him because he took away Marinette's attention from him but tolerated him for marinette. She was devasted when she found out that Jason was gone. She and Damian (in this he meets his father at the age of 11) were separated when deathstroke attacked and ra's was killed. Before Talia dropped her off she found out that damian was going to be dropped off by their father while she was going by retired leaguers who would continue her training. Things got better for her she made friends and became a superhero named ladybug. She continued liking Jason hoping one day she would see him again.
But all that came to an end when Lila Rossi came. She took all her friends away except chloe, Kagami, luka, max, nino, Kim and Alix. Marinette became famous for a lot of things. She sent her brother her number secretly and have been talking to him for 3 years and decided to surprise him at school because she was moving to Gotham. (she is 22 years and Jason is 23 Damien is 16. Marinette is grand guardian and a great holder she is compatible with all miraculous. She has all the side effects *make any side effects you want*).
It has been 5 years since mother dropped me off by father and I really miss *ukht (it means sister in arabic). When I arrived that imbecile my ukht likes was there, I wanted to kill him but ukht wouldn't want me to do that. He occasionally asks me about ukht in private because no-one but pennyworth knows about her. After two years I got a notification on my phone and it was a message from ukht who apparently hacked my phone and got my number. Reluctantly, I gave Todd her number that was at her request. Today I had a feeling that today was going to be good. During breakfast Todd kept on giving me strange looks and it took al of my will power not to kill him with my katana.
When I arrived at school it was a normal day with those harlots throwing themselves at me and keeping everyone away from me. At the end of the day I decided to take my time to go outside. As soon as stepped into the court yard I realized that there was a crowd around someone sitting on motorbike. "tt why is everybody around the bike" I asked Kent walking up to him. "It's a girl she say's she's here for you dami." "tt who is she?" "I don't know also she told me to tell you 'Deathstroke at ten pm.'" (I just made that up). It took me a while to understand what Kent had said but once I did my face lit up with realization and took off towards her.
Jon Kent pov
When I walked out on the court yard I noticed a lady on a motor bike just sitting there looking at her phone. I asked her if she was lost n=but she told me she wasn't and that when I see damian wayne to tell him Deathstroke at ten pm he will understand. When Damian finally came outside I told him what the girl told me to tell him. Confusion cam over over his face before realization took over. I was surprised when his face broke out into a smile and he took off towards the girl.
(What Marinette is wearing. You can change it if you want)
I looked up from my phone when I heard the students stop talking. What surprised me was that they parted like the red sea when they saw who was coming my way. I was glad I came off my bike because I was almost knocked over by the force of the hug that came my way from *insert gasp* Damian! I held on to damian while we held our little reunion. "kayaf halak akhi, laqad 'asbahat kbyrana jdana walakinak la tazal qasiratan - " " 'ana last qasiratan" Damian whined interrupting me. I continued as if he didn't say anything, " hayf haluk, hal kawanat sadaqati?" " 'ana ukht jayidat, laqad sanaet sdyaqana wahdana asmuh jun wahu hunak wahu yufghar mithl samaka."
*" how are you bro. You have gotten so big but your still short -" "I am not short" damian whined. I continued as if he didn't say any thing "So how have you been did you make any friends?" "I am fine sister I made one friend in school his name is Jon, he is over there gaping like a fish"* (Mari and damian were talking in arabic)
Damian told Alfred not to pick him up from school and went to tell Jon bye so we could leave. After Damian did what he had to do we left to go have a day of fun. What damian failed to inform me was that he didn't tell his father anything about his whereabouts. We spent the day going to the zoo, park, carnival, amusement park and for ice cream. When I dropped Damian home, at minutes to eleven in the night, I didn't know the drama I caused. I went back home to finish off my present to my beloved ,Jason, and Damian.
When ukht finally dropped me off I was bombarded with questions about where I was. "tt. I was out with someone." was my only reply. On my way up to my room ,with my family still following me, I turned my head to Todd and said, "She said hello and to message her," before continuing my journey to my room. " 'Kay demon brat" was all I got in return. I closed the door in they're faces before they could ask me anything. The next morning when father and those imbeciles i have to call brothers.
Father asked me who I was with and I said a friend. "Damian what was the name of this friend because Jon came yesterday looking for you and he said that you went with some girl on a motorcycle." "She is not just some girl father she is my best friend, also don't tell Jon that, you shall meet her at some point. I am going to school now goodbye father." I said getting ready to leave. When I arrived at school I ignored all the questions about how I knew the girl and that they will love to f*ck her and how the girl was very hot. *Time skip* Still Damian pov Marinette said that she had a surprise for me but didn't tell me when I was going to get it. We were all gathered together in the living room when the door bell rang. Alfred opened it and welcomed the person inside. He stepped aside to reveal..................................
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(After Christmas, when they are throwing out the Christmas tree)
Tim: Aww...bye tree! You had a good life!
Jason: That's how I wanna go out - dehydrated and covered in tinsel.
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If the ask box isn't full (don't take on too much!) Can I have the bat boys and oral or nsfw in general? I can't get the virgin ask out of my head where Tim drops and goes straight for it 🥵😋
Stay safe 💫
YANDERE BATBOYS GIVING DARLING ORAL
- There is no one as talented as Dick when it comes to eating your sweet pussy.
- Initiates oral.
- “ Mmmm what cute panties, babe, but I think-“ * tears them straight off you * “ you look much better without them….now open your legs wide… I need to inspect your little pussy.”
- His tongue will give you tiny licks, teasing you until you start whimpering and demanding more, making him go even slower.
- “ Mmmm your pussy is so greedy, sweetheart…. I think you need to appreciate what I give you without questioning. “ He then starts savagely devouring your pussy and motorboating your pussy until you beg him to stop , pulling his hair in despair.
- “ Dick , please! It hurts ! Dick, ahh!” * He removes his face from your cunt and gives it three sharp slaps, each making your pussy very red*
- “ Shut the fuck up , cunt. I call the shots here. You wanted more, didn’t you , slut? Then take everything I give you…. without cumming until I tell you to. “
- He can keep you on the edge for hours, alternating between slow and fast , almost making you cum but your fear being too great that you miraculously keep it in. You can feel him tugging his dick, the thought making your pussy even wetter.
- When he finally let’s you cum, the relief of your orgasm is so short-lived because the pain of how red your pussy is from his ministrations glosses over any former pleasure.
- You are ready to fall asleep until you hear Dick’s voice .
- “ Mmm not so fast, babe. We still have to take care of your tight little ass….. sluts like you don’t deserve a tight, perfect little hole.
- Oral with Dick always included anal. He needs to taste/ feel / fuck all of your holes so the pain will remind you you are his to use and love.
- This man is reigning champion of eating pussy
- He gives me the vibe that he likes ass too, but prefers pussy for the warmth it provides him with…and your sweet juices.
- He loves to see your bend and show him your ass, preferably if you spread you cheeks and show him your hole too.
- He likes it when you don’t wear panties underneath…especially skirts. They are so accessible, and he can just take care of you faster this way.
- “ Mmmm…what a good show my baby girl is putting on for me * starts stroking your wet folds and slipping a finger in, making you yelp” so warm and tight for me…let me take care of your pussy, sweetheart.”
- He goes to work like a champ, this one.
- He is an aggressive eater so he will give you hard, long licks with his tongue, all the time engaging you in eye sex.
- Your moans enthrall him, and he goes faster the more you moan.
- He will nip at your clit, giving you tiny pains while he slips another finger in.
- When you ask him to go faster, he smirks into your cunt , an literally eats you like a starving man, three of his thick fingers buried deep inside you , pushing them in and out.
- “ Ahhh! JASONNNN! Mmmm” “ Cum for daddy , sweetheart. I want to take your sweet juices on my tongue.”
- And cum for daddy you did. He licks you clean and guides you through your orgasm, giving you cunt sweet little kisses before he cleans you up.
- “You are such a good girl, princess. My perfect, obedient princess.”
- He loves eating you out. It is one of the most relaxing things for him, not to mention one of the hottest.
- He probably won’t initiate it often, mostly if you ask him or cue him on what you want.
- But when you do, this boy if a proficient cunt – eater.
- He get’s the hint when you flash him. All of his blood goes south, if you know what I mean 😉
- He loves having his face covered by your cunt , so he always asks for you to sit on his face.
- He does not talk much as he is busy moaning like a hoe.
- Before he begins, he takes a deep breath in, making you giggle and moan at the pleasurable waves his breath provide you with .
- He immediately starts sucking your clit , alternating between fast circles, and long steady licks.
- You start moaning and begin humping his face, wanting more.
- He holds you by your hips and pushes you further down on his face; he never feels he is close to you , and your pussy provides him that closeness and intimacy.
- He loves it when you cum all over his face; he is a filthy boy.
- He laps up everything your give him, and draws tiny circles on your hip while you finish cumming.
- When you get off him, you notice he has a big ass boner and often end up taking care of him too.
Damian ( 18 + , ofc) :
- He is very respectful and reserved in all matters, including sex.
- You will probably have to ask him to do this since he like listening to what makes you feel good.
- He is pretty experimental at first and listens closely to your moans and watches your reactions.
- When he learns what you like, he will become perfect at it ; he only wants to please his beloved.
- He will probably prep you first with the conventional stuff; long slow licks until you are wet enough, stuff you with fingers and go at a steady but strong pace, and of course, play with your clit, all the time smirking for how wet he has made you.
- “ Mmm look at the mess you have made , beloved. You are simply insatiable and at your most beautiful when you cum for me. “
- He will guide you into your orgasm and bring you down with licks until you can breathe again.
- Most certainly will clean you up and refuse for you to touch him; this is an act of service and pleasure for his beloved, and he is content with letting you rest.
- Will cuddle with you and admire your naked forma as a most perfect work of art…including you cunt.
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Bruce was not amused. It took three days to restore all the files.
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Happy Pride Month! Here are my headcanons for batfam sexualities and my fav pairings.
Dick: Pansexual; Wally/Dick
I also love Dick and Kori (Cause Teen Titans nostalgia) but the way their relationship ended in the comics sorta ruins it for me.
Jason: Demisexual; Roy/Jason
I do think Jason is still figuring some things out but overall I think of him as demi.
Pre-death I think he was really scared of being gay or liking men, cause growing up with Willis wasn't exactly an accepting environment.
But post-death he was able to come to terms with he sexuality and feel comfortable in exploring it (mainly emotional exploration).
Tim: Asexual/Homoromantic; Kon/Tim
Am I projecting? Probs. Do I care? Nope!
Tim loves physical affection and he isn't sex repulsed, but sex just it's not it? Like it's a thing and sure it's, uh, interesting? But like it ain't all that.
Being ace was super confusing for Tim cause for a long time he didn't realize you could be ace and still like cuddling/kissing. It was so confusing to him until he finally talked to Jason (who had been researching sexuality and shit) and Jason actually explained the ace spectrum.
Damian: IS ALWAYS A BBY IN MY MIND SO IDK
I always see him as a bby so he hasn't thought about it.
But when he's older I tend to think of him as ace or demi (mainly cause I want more characters on the ace spectrum. Like represent me pls).
Duke is also on the younger side and hasn't thought a whole lot about sexuality in my mind.
She's a gay disaster and I love her.
Also she has a huge crush on Black Canary (mostly in an idolizing way tbh).
I'd imagine that after her not so typical childhood Cass is still trying to figure out who she is as a person and honestly has sorta put romance/relationships on the back burner. Because of this she hasn't put much thought in to it.
She thinks she might be pan so she's been talking with Dick about it, but she's still confused.
Barbara: Fluid; Kara/Babs (based on The New Batman Series)
Babs doesn't really associate her self with a specific sexuality.
Usually she goes for more masculine ppl but she'd not quite straight.
I can easily see Bruce being bi or pan, but tbh I just love imagining straight Bruce who never knew anything about the queer community trying to figuring out how to support his children
Like Bruce going to pride for the first time absolutely decked out cause he maybe emotionally constipated but he will always support his queer disaster children.
Just a quick little side note: Sexuality is complicated and confusing. I have struggled most of my life trying to figure out where I fit in on the spectrum of sexuality. But, now that I've had more time to become comfortable with my sexuality and my self, I've realized I will never fit one label perfectly. Sexuality is a spectrum nothing is perfect, labels have flaws, and we are all just human. So, if you're struggling with your sexuality, I get that and I know it's rough, but it does get easier. And if you're weirded out by me assigning sexualities to random characters, well... idk what to tell you, sucks to suck? Like I grew up with almost no representation so of course I want to see my favorite characters fit into a community I am apart of. Also if we're being honest comic books are basically company approved fanfiction. Like timelines are bullshit, characterizations change constantly, and there are a shit ton of random pairings. So in my mind comics are made to be fucked with.
Thank you for coming to my ted talk :)
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Since shy is busy today and I have an idea I'm gonna talk to you because eventually you both reblog almost everything the other posts
So superboy and Robin get seen kissing just in passing and it slowly makes its way through Gotham gossip
Now this has been done before but the twist with this one is that somehow the bat fam misses it until one of the reporters ask the wayne family their thoughts on it in an interview
Now this is where it gets fun because it's a family interview with 95% of them there what do you think the reactions are
I can't believe star annon came and called me out on my own blog-
Ok but this is so cool, so let's do this!
Dick was sick so he had to stay home with Alfred during the interview
They decided to sit on the couch and watch the interview continues on
Alfred had just handed Dick a cup of tea when it happened-
'And, Mr. Wayne, how do you feel about your son's relationship with Jonathan Kent?' A picture of Damian and Jon kissing flashes on the screen
Dick, with the mixture of being sick, and pure suprise, faints
The sound of the tea glass breaking wakes him up
Bruce just sits in the chair, back straight, and eye twitching
Jason is sitting in the crowd with a fake mustache, laughing his ass off
Duke is sitting in the crowd next to Jason
He's already calling Damian to question/warn him
Tim and Cass are at the interview with Bruce
Tim is sitting stick still, eyes wide, mouth open
Cass looks on casually, but inside she's screaming, because how did she not know??
Damian is on a date with Jon, when his 'Something went wrong' sense
As soon as Duke started asking him if it was true he was dating Jon he was running
This was so cute! I hope you liked it!
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Y/N: Can i make you some tea?
Tim: uh yeah sure
Y/N: Alright we have green tea, detox, and... *squints eyes* and shamahmalay
Tim: What did you call it?
Tim: It's chamomile
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Gotham’s Twins Chapter 4
I finished this chapter this morning but then I forgot to publish it.
So here it issssss.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Marinette groaned as Lila cried to Madame Bustier. They had been at the airport for a total of 16 minutes. 16 minutes for Lila to drop her drink on Marinette, trip her on the way to check tickets, and drop a metal pen into her bag so she would trip up the security scanners.
Adrien was holding Chloé back from attacking the liar, Nino was rubbing Marinette’s back--who in turn had her head in her hands, and Kim was eating a burrito.
It had been a long morning.
“You think she drinks enough water? She’s cried like four times already and It’s barely eight o’ clock.” Nino was grinning at Marinette, who sighed and rubbed her face.
“She probably chugged a bunch of water this morning, gotta prepare for a whole day of crying over her bully.” Kim cackled, his mouth full of burrito.
“Ew! Kim, It’s too early to see your gross, mushy burrito!” Marinette shoved her friend’s face back while he laughed.
Nino made a face at Kim. “Close your mouth when you eat, dude! That’s nasty!”
“Your mom’s nasty!” Kim called, his mouth was full of food so it sounded more like, ‘or mherms nashdy!’
While Nino and Kim bickered above her about their moms, Marinette pulled out her sketchbook to work on her designs. After her initial panic, Marinette decided that she and her friends would have to have Gotham inspired outfits.
Everyday, the five of them would have matching designs inspired by the streets of Gotham City, based on the vigilantes, buildings, rouges, and villains.
Marinette was so excited that when she was telling Chloé about it she accidently switched back to English.
Luckily for the blonde, Marinette had taught basic English to her whole squad over the years, so Chloé understood most of what her girlfriend was gushing about.
“I can’t believe she thinks pretending like she can draw will make her any better!” Alya scoffed, beside her, Lila laughed.
“I know, right, It’s not like she has any actual talent!”
Marinette hunched her shoulders and gripped her pencil, pressing the lead hard enough into the paper that the tip snapped off.
“Bitch, please. You’re the one that looks like an orange sausage with bad fashion sense.”
The look on Lila’s purpling face made Marinette snort. She looked like an angry fruit. (Bet you could guess which fruit).
“How could you say that to me? My grandfather Tommy Hilfiger gave this to me before he died!”
Marinette was pretty sure that Tommy Hilfiger was still alive.
Chloé laughed mockingly, strutting past Lila--who was crying again--and sat next to Marinette, in Kim’s spot.
“Queenie! That’s my seat!” Kim whined, collapsing dramatically on the floor Adrien giggled and flopped down next to him, poking him in the side.
Chloé rolled her eyes and snuggled up next to her girlfriend, who smiled, not looking up from her sketch.
The outfit was simple but Marinette loved it already: a forest green skirt made out of rayon to keep it flowy, it reached just below her knees and had silver vines creeping along the fabric. The shirt was also a forest green halter crop top, matching the skirt, the vines went all along the top and created the straps.
Marinette was hoping to finish it in Gotham, she wanted her Poison Ivy inspired outfit to have actual Gotham fabric.
The ravenette hummed as she worked, drowning out her friends bickering and Lila’s fuming that she was being ignored.
Beside her, Chloé was already slipping into a nap. Kim and Adrien were talking about anime, and Nino was listening to music and eating the remains of Kim's burrito.
And yet, like always, their peaceful moment was interrupted by the usual annoyance.
"Alright, class!" Madame Bustier clapped her hands to get their attention. "Let's all get on the plane now! Everyone has their seat number?"
Marinette resisted the urge to roll her eyes at her incompetent teacher. If the woman really knew what she was doing she would've made sure that everyone knew exactly where they were going and that they had their tickets.
Which, of course, Marinette didn't have hers.
The class had been walking to the ticket stand to get on the plane when Lila had bumped into Marinette. That must have been when the liar swiped her ticket.
"I'm so sorry, Mademoiselle but we can't let you on the plane if you don't have a ticket." The ticket lady looked genuinely sorry and Marinette felt kind of bad for her, if Lila hadn't decided to be such a piece of--
"Oh! Well that's perfectly fine!" Chloé stepped in. "I just happen to have first class tickets for my girlfriend and I! And of course, our other friends. Shame I only have five tickets though." Chloé had a wicked grin on her face as she dragged Marinette onto the plane, the rest of the squad following behind.
Marinette really wished she could have seen Lila’s face. Purple was a good look on her.
"First class? Chloé what--"
"Well I couldn't have just stepped aside and let my girlfriend be thrown in airport jail or whatever. That would be ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!"
Chloé was smiling brightly at Marinette. Oh how Marinette loved to see her Bee smile like that.
"And besides!" Kim leaned over his seat to poke Marinette in the back of the head. "Now we get to fly like rich people!"
"Kim, me and Chloé are already rich people." Adrien scratched his neck and raised a brow at Kim, who glanced across the aisle to wink at the blond boy.
"Oh shush your rich people's face, I swear dude. When we finally eat the rich you're gonna be first." Nino grumbled, yawning widely from his seat next to Adrien.
"I bet I'd taste delicious." Adrien said, nodding with all the wisdom of the world.
"Kitty, as someone who's kissed you before," Marinette gave her partner a pointed look. "I can confidently say you taste like rotten cheese."
"Bugaboo you wound me! Am I at least the most amazing kisser ever?" Adrien grinned like a, well, cat and draped himself over Nino who had already passed out. He could feel Plagg snickering from inside his jacket.
"You're ridiculous Adrikins, I'm definitely a better kisser than you." Smirking Slightly, Chloé settled comfortably against Marinette's side, confident in her kissing abilities.
Marinette laughed while the two bickered, she passed some cookies to Tikki and checked on the miracle box that was safely packed in her carry on. She laid her head on Chloé’s shoulder and closed her eyes.
The ravenette fell asleep to the sounds of Kim snoring, Nino grumbling in his sleep, and Adrien and Chloé throwing airplane peanuts at each other.
Their hotel was huge.
The Gotham Grand Hotel was even bigger than Le Grand Paris. It towered over the class in all its shining glory, immediately giving Marinette countless ideas for white and gold ballroom gowns.
Behind the hotel, the sun shone bright against a cloudless sky. It made the building seem almost magical. And Marinette knew plenty about magic.
But Marinette’s moment was ruined by Lila. How different.
"Bruce was so kind to us to stay in his hotel! He's just insisted that I don't stay in anything less than fabulous!" Lila gushed to the class, unaware of the five pairs of eyes rolling like bowling balls.
"How do you think she remembers all this stuff?" Adrien asked.
"Ten bucks says she has a planner or something." Kim was grinning, jumping excitedly as they walked to their rooms.
"Twenty says she has a notebook just for Marinette." Nino said, bumping shoulders with the girl in question.
"Wow, I feel so special." Marinette said dryly and shoved Kim playfully as he attempted to flick her in the nose.
It was a game the two had played since Marinette first came to Paris, they would attempt to flick the other whenever they had the opportunity. Anyone else would have said it was weird but Marinette loved it.
"I doubt she plans any of the bullshit she spews, yesterday she saved Jagged's kitten, but today it was a dog. She can't even get her fake facts straight." Chloé scoffed.
Marinette laughed and stopped at her room. All five of them had rooms right next to each other.
"Hey! How come you two are sharing a room?"
Chloé raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at Kim, who was leaning against the door, stopping the girls from going into their room.
"Because gay people don't exist on school trips and the rooms aren't co-ed." Marinette giggled as Adrien whined.
"But my whole personality is being gay! What am I supposed to do now?" Adrien slumped to the ground and wailed.
"What about the terrible puns?"
Adrien gasped at his best friend, "Traitor!"
"Just go to your room, young man!"
"You're not my mom!"
"I could be! I'll go fuck your dad right now!"
"Good luck breaking into prison!"
While the original superhero duo argued, the other three left to their respective rooms.
Marinette finally ended the argument with a few words about using a different miraculous to break in and a loud 'boom, bitch!'
She walked into her room and flopped on the bed, staring at Chloé, who was sitting and reading a magazine. Pollen sat next to her on one of the hotel pillows, looking over her shoulder.
Marinette groaned into the blanket, making the blonde laugh gently.
"You okay, Bug?"
Marinette's muffled reply was lost to the dark blue blanket.
Chloé leaned over and rolled her girlfriend onto her back.
Marinette sighed and sat up, she sat criss-cross-applesauce (she still refused to call it anything else but that, it was what Jason would say every time).
"To be honest, it feels wrong here. The energy is all weird, and yet, it feels like home."
Chloé reached for Marinette's hand and grabbed it tightly.
Tikki flew out of Marinette's purse to sit on the bed. "Marinette! Of course it feels weird, you're the Guardian now and can feel the negative energy in this city!"
"And it feels like home because it is home. This is where you were born, Bug, it's your home more than Paris is." Chloé added.
"Which is why this would be a perfect place to live when you graduate in a few months! You can help fix the energy!" Tikki was squealing with excitement.
Fix this energy? She could. But...but would it be okay for her to be here? Where Jason died?
"Hmm, maybe. Can I think about it?" Marinette bit her lip, refusing to look either one in the eye.
"Of course, Marinette! No matter your decision, it's okay!"
Marinette nodded and laid down. She could think later, all she wanted to do right now was sleep.
The ravenette barely registered her girlfriend laying beside her and stroking her hair as her eyes grew heavy.
And sleep she did.
Boom shacalaca bitches!!
I'm gonna be totally honest: I don't think I'm using all these commas correctly.
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Damian Wayne x NB Reader
Dami's GC Profiles
(Family GC, Profiles)/(Dami's GC)/(Part 1)
Damian is not out to his family about his partner, but what happens when a Gotham's drama account post a picture of the two? How will Damian tell his family? How will they react? Will his decisions effect his relationship? Stay tone to find out.
* Damian and Y/n have only been together for 5 months, but have been friends for almost 2 years.
* Y/n is non-binary and goes by neopronouns fai and gender natural pronouns them. (Fai/them). It might be a little confusing at first, but I'll try to keep fai pronouns simple.
* Jon knew Y/n first and introduced them two together.
* Rachel disguises her demon powers, by saying she's a witch (wicca)
Hey bitches and bros and non-binary hoes, I know I said I wasn't gonna be doing anymore dc/batfam stuff, but....I got back into it. And like, I kinda left ya hanging with my last smau, but I just wasn't feeling it anymore. I hope you guys like this one!!! I don't see alot of NB reader for the batfam, so like any writer, I decided to just do it myself. This isn't like a serious series, just something fun with some plot sprinkled in. If you guys wanna add something in, I'll take any suggestions.
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