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gay-dorito-dust · 2 days

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Hii sweetie, how are you? Are requests open rn? I'm soooo sorry if they arent and i'm botherig you, but can i make a sugestion please? How would batboys (including bruce if possible) would "react" to missing you while on a mission? And maybe in the end the reenconter? Just an idea❤️

I’m sorry that it’s taken me this long to write this and I hope that it’s everything you want and more.

Dick; sits and sulks as he stares at his phone.

I’m joking…or am I?

He’d be mentally counting away the hours before he came back home to you once more. He tries to act professional and keep a level head seeing as how leaders aren’t meant to have room for errors, he’s learnt that the hard way many times. But he can’t help but yearn to be in your arms and fall into the deepest sleep ever knowing that you were close by and above all safe.

He would use this as motivation to get through the long, long night of patrol in hopes of making time take pity on him and go just that little bit faster, just for his selfish convenience. He just so desperately wants to see you and Hayley cuddled up together on your shared bed, or watching a movie together if you were still awake this late at night. You held a piece of his heart without even knowing it.

So when he feels the patrol come to an end, he’s gleefully beating the piss out of the goons he’s come across with a smile across his face. It’s borderline terrifying image that will forever remain burnt into the deepest parts of his teammates memory for a good long while.

The minute Dick came home and you so happened to be waiting for him, he was already scooping you into his arms and holding you close to his chest as he buried his head into your neck.

‘I missed you.’ He murmurs.

‘I’m pretty sure that’s my line you’ve just stolen.’ You joked as you ran your hand through his dark hair, relived in seeing him home safe and unharmed.

‘Well it’s my line now because I really did miss you,’ Dick said, tightening his hold on you, ‘you we’re all I thought about tonight and how much I wanted to come home and be where I want to be most, in your arms.’ He adds tired and you couldn’t help but coo softly at him.

‘Aww Dickie bird.’ You began. ‘You sound about ready for some much needed sleep.’

Dick lets out a deep sigh as he practically slumps against you. ‘That sounds like a good idea. Is Hayley in bed?’

‘Yes.’ You answered, rubbing his back soothingly.

‘Her bed or ours?’ Dick asks.

‘Do you even need to ask?’ You reply with a chuckle and from that alone did Dick get his answer.

Jason; he’s a little impatient with having to wait to come back home to you, so much so that it tends to end with him brutalising his adversaries more then usual.

Whoops.

He doesn’t apologise at all.

He was so use to coming home to a empty apartment after patrol that long nights like these never use to bother Jason, as it often meant he had something else to do other then stare up at his ceiling, waiting for sleep to catch up to him. Now that he had you however, all Jason wants to do was come home as soon as possible just to catch a glimpse of your sleeping figure on his -now your- bed.

He’s grown addicted to being at your side no matter what that being apart from you for prolonged periods of time made Jason feel hollow, as though he was missing a vital part of himself somewhere and that vital part was you.

So when he gets home he’s already dropped his helmet off somewhere and kneeling before you as you held his face in your hands and groaning as he presses his face further into your hands.

‘I’ve missed you so much tonight chipmunk.’ He admits.

‘I’ve missed you too jay bird.’ You replied, pressing a kiss to his nose, squealing when he stole a quick peck from your lips as you smacked his bicep shortly after. ‘Someone’s feeling particularly loving tonight.’ You add.

Jason groans as he looks up at you with his pretty, pretty eyes that never fail to take your breath away. The mere image alone of this six foot something man kneeling before you was enough to make you feel like the most powerful being in existence. ‘Is it blasphemy for a man to show his partner how much he’s missed them now?’ He asks and you couldn’t help but laugh as you pressed another kiss to his nose, pulling away enough to see him smile dopily at your kiss.

‘No, but it would be great to be warmed ahead of time before you try to steal another kiss.’ You said and Jason smirks. ‘So you’re telling me there is going to be a next time?’ He says teasingly.

‘Don’t let it go to your head hotshot.’ You reply, grabbing one of his hands and pulling him towards the bedroom.

‘I think I already have sweetheart.’ Jason says with a smile, happy to be home.

Bruce: keeps tabs on you during patrol whilst also remaining vigilant and dedicated to the task at hand.

Bruce was a master at multitasking.

He would always make sure you were safe and decried whenever he got a couple minutes to breathe on his own. He even has a special alert made for you in the instance where you were in danger walking home.

He even finds himself looking at shops you’ve told him about going to, but never doing so due to scheduling conflicts and making a mental note to take you there as a treat to spoil you rotten.

Bruce had more experience in neglecting his own wants and needs for the betterment of Gotham and everyone living in it. So while he may miss you dearly, he knew that his dedication to bettering Gotham’s crime rate one villain, underground drug syndicate, crime lord at a time outweighed that greatly.

So the moment he comes home to you he smiles softly as he allows you to remove the cowl from his head, gently place it down elsewhere, before moving on to wiping the black makeup clean from his eyes.

Bruce knows he could easily done it himself but much rather prefers it if you were the one to do it instead, as it often allows him to have a moment alone with you. No interruptions nor distractions could make him break his gaze away from yours.

‘You’re doing Gotham a whole lot of good Bruce.’ You tell him as you finished wiping off the last of his eye makeup that he puts on under the cowl. ‘ Not many people would be willing to try to keep a dying city alive. Im so proud of you for doing the unthinkable.’ You add as you press a kiss to his cheek.

‘Someone’s got to shoulder the responsibility of this town and I’m more than willing to shoulder that responsibility everyone else who can’t.’ Bruce replies as he takes your hands in his own, kissing the backs of them as his thumbs caressed each of your knuckles. ‘But coming home to you reminds me I’m not alone in this endeavour and I don’t know how to thank you enough for standing by me.’

You smile. ‘You don’t need to thank me at all, just take care of yourself alright? We don’t want the Dark Knight running on fumes now when he’s just getting started.’

Damian: naturally goes by his father’s example and remains focused on the task at hand.

He was trained for long nights like these but you’ve become somewhat of a problem during them.

Damian had often found himself sat on a rooftop somewhere, looking down at two people enjoying the other’s company, and immeditly starts to imagine that it was him and you instead.

He hates how easily his mind drifted towards you during patrol with his father or his other siblings but he just can’t help it but crave for your presence. It makes him feel weak and vulnerable but ironically he doesn’t hate it as much as he probably should’ve. He’s even found himself wanting to count stars with you at one point during patrol until he got him act together to take down a few goons.

He doesn’t admit this to anyone as he’s already felt embarrassed enough that he didn’t needed to be embarrassed even further by the miscreants he’s made to called his family. For he knew they’d never let him live it down for being so caught up on you, they’d called him everything their small minds can come up with for the sake of teasing their younger brother.

So when he comes back to you, he doesn’t say anything other than hugging you uncharacteristically tight against his chest.

‘Someone’s missed me.’ You joked but when Damian didn’t say anything but tighten his grip on you and huff did you change your tune. ‘Oh you did. If it’s any consolation I missed you too.’ You add as you both stayed there in each others arms.

‘Just…hold me will you…please.’ He said softly as he sunk further into your embraced and he closed his eyes, secretly happy to be back home with you.

‘I’m fine with that.’ You replied as you concede to his wishes, just happy to see him home in one piece.

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ivysangel · 3 days

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No thoughts, head empty, only this one:

Dick + baby fever + jealous + mating press = well hello bed, I love you, lmao

Thinking about male manipulator!dick who begs you to let him hit it raw. He's in your ear saying, "It feels so much better, baby," and "But, if you loved me," whispering all the reasons why you should toss the condoms this time.

You give in, insisting that he at least pulls out, telling him that you're not on birth control and you don't want any surprises. He gives you a phony promise that he won't pull anything and subtly nods his head at your words before finding his way inside you.

His body is pressed to yours, legs over his shoulders as he keeps you folded in half with the sheer weight of his body. Your fingernails leave bright streaks of red down his back, the type of open wound he can't get enough of, and your orgasm reaches its peak as his hips start stuttering. He's close.

"Lemme fill you up, baby," he groans, "Don't you want it?" his pace falters, deep calculated strokes now much more shallow and sporadic. "Come on, I know you do."

Bleary-eyed and in a state of delirium, you nod your head, and he's quick to take his chance before you change your mind. His final stroke hits you deep. Cock twitching inside of you as warm streams of cum fill you up, the complete opposite of what you'd initially wanted.

He's still inside you when he starts placing soft kisses on your face, calling you his pretty girl, and saying how much he loves you. "You'll pick up a plan b in the morning, right?" you ask, and he gives you another phony promise as he gently fucks his cum in deeper.

#i'll have to revisit this concept later #but for now here's this #and shout out to kazz for helping me w some of this :p #★ dirty laundry ★#dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x fem!reader #dick grayson smut #dick grayson x you #dick grayson imagine #nightwing #nightwing x reader #nightwing x fem!reader #nightwing x you #nightwing smut #nightwing imagine

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bug-bites · 2 days

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batfam beach episode?? real not clickbait no glue no borax??

cw: nothing! pure vacation beach fluff (p≧w≦q) also barely proofread,,,

pairing: gn!reader x batfam (NOT ALL AT ONCE.)

characters: dick grayson, jason babygirl todd, cassandra cain, tim drake, damian wayne (all intended to be interpreted as either romantic or platonic unless its damian. ik in some comic runs he's like an adult but hes like permanently 12 in my head and i dont fw that :/)

a/n: im back with a new dc obsession tee hee (soz to everyone who wanted more abt the cod guys or spiderverse im comicsmaxxing and redhoodpilled) will probably make a part 2 w/ bruce, babs, steph, and duke eventually :3c

Dick Grayson haha dick

oh he loves the beach so much

the sand beneath his feet make him feel nostalgic from when he would practice tumbling with his parents in the circus ring i think there's sand in circus rings right? I dunno someone fact check me on that one

the victim of being buried in the sand, always asks for a mermaid tail but ends up with something like massive sand tits (courtesy of either tim or jason), he laughs it off anyways

somehow gets the worst tan lines. He wore a swim shirt one time and never again because the tan lines looked SO BAD which is a total shame because he tans gorgeously

will beg to do play shoulder wars i have no clue if this is the right name, again fact check me for this thing where you get a piggyback ride from someone and you try to knock someone whos also getting a piggyback ride over in the water

you’re on his shoulders since bro is strong asf and you square up against tim and damian

obviously you lose because hello that's damian wayne we are talking about but at least its fun!!

cass and jason are forever the undefeated champions of shoulder wars though, that goes without saying

Cassandra Cain

shes always seen beach episodes in animes that damian practically dragged her into watching so when she gets to actually go to a beach she is so excited peak sibling bonding is dragging your siblings into your interests

loves building sandcastles and writing things in the sand, watching it get washed away, and then do it all over again

hold her hand and jump over waves together on the shore and she will be the giggliest and happiest human being alive on planet earth

but out of all the beach activities she loves beach volleyball

shes actually scarily good at beach volleyball for someone who has never played volleyball before

dick thought it would be fun to teach her and have a friendly match between him and bruce vs you and cass

yeah bruce and dick were COOKED. huffing and puffing like they have a vendetta against the three little pigs at the end of it while cass is like “this is so fun, lets go again!”

ends the day with a little sunset stroll along the shore i need her so bad you do not understand please bbyg ill treat u soooo well

Jason Todd

beaches are fun on paper for him, in person not so much

PERSONAL HC INCOMING! He gets migraines after the lazarus pit so he can only have so much fun before needing to lie face down with his head covered with a beach towel to make everything less overwhelming or he wears sunglasses the entire time

he brings a book to read at the beach and stays in the shade the entire time yes he is that bitch

usually at home in the comfort of his little library he likes to read things that have an impact on him or just stuff that makes him want to analyze deeper. think books like frankenstein, lord of the flies, all quiet on the western front, just generally heavier stuff

but his vacation books? totally different. usually something super light, maybe a shitty romance book that you find in walmart which are clearly just results of book packaging, or a some booktok recommendation he got for shits and giggles because it just was so laughably bad, maybe even a childhood feel-good book like percy jackson or the little prince (mostly just books he would not grieve over if sand permanently got in between the pages)

he tried reading a colleen hoover book once and honest to God wanted to toss it into the ocean HE WOULD HATE HER BOOKS AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

but out of everything he likes watching you enjoy yourself, his book wasnt that important anyways. show him that funky sand dollar you found or that really cool piece of seaglass, he’s probably gonna bring it home with him. a little keepsake along with the millions of grains of sand that never seem to go away

Tim Drake

Burns so easily

At first its kinda cute, like hes asking you to help him get that spot on his back he just cant seem to reach and its just a little sweet moment between you two as you rub the sunscreen into his sore muscles

But then it happens again. And again. And again to the point when he goes up to you, you automatically reach for the tube of SPF 100+

I just know his vitamin d deficiency goes crazy

Leaves the beach looking like a lobster, sunburnt, a crazy bump on his head from getting hit with a volleyball, and some god awful sunglasses tan lines

Overall, beach activities are not really his thing bros job is NAWT beach

Enjoys the boardwalk a lot more than the beach itself, likes the touristy stuff but still goes to the beach because dick loves it and he loves his older brother :(

Damian Wayne

i feel like he wouldn’t care too much for typical beach stuff. like at every beach that has sand and decently clean water you can do most beach activities

one thing that is never 100% consistent at all beaches is what lives on the beaches. this boy will spend hours staring into tidepools

bruce was lowk concerned because his son did not gaf about normal beach activities that kids do but eventually he reached a point where he was like "i mean at least hes having fun and being safe"

i feel like talia would always show him books of sea creatures when he was little but he never ended up being able to see them in their natural habitat someone take this boy to an aquarium now

tells you fun facts about each creature you come across

will scold you if you take a shell from the beach, definitely says some shit like “how would you feel if someone ran into your house and just took your bed?” based though, leave shells at the beach yall! taking them is like bad for the ecosystem

brings his notebook around and has little sketches of the sea creatures

even though typical beach activities arent his favourite, he doesnt hate it. he likes that he can catch a break from all the vigilante stuff and spend time with his family as a family and not just as a team

loves scuba diving. idk it just somehow makes sense and i think he would look really stupid in a wet suit

also i feel like he would never mention it but in his mind hes fully thinking "this is just like a beach episode" but he would rather die than say it out loud FUCKING NERDDD

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mischieveousmayhem · 2 days

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Mom, what do I do?

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Batmom!Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Mention of death

Synopsis: Dickie is your eldest son. He has endured a lot of pain during his life time. But with you gone and his family falling apart, he feels hopeless.

THE MASTERLIST

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Dick Grayson, your eldest son. The second mother of the family .

He's absolutely a wreck but he won't show it for the fact he wants to be strong for his dearest siblings. He cares and worries about them each, however he can't comfort him like you did.

Maybe it is just the fact that he couldn't comfort himself. But his gut tells him it was just you.

He's also worried about Bruce, his father. He hasn't seen that man in days.

Damian sits at the bench in the garden most days, Tim is tweaking off caffeine, and Jason spends most of his time at your grave.

It feels like the world has ended since you were gone. Crime has been awfully quiet and when there is a crime, Dick usually goes out and takes care of it by himself because it's just a small robbery or a small prison break.

Even that wasn't a distraction for your eldest though. He still carried the heavy weight in chest no matter where or what he was doing. It was a continuous struggle.

During his alone time Dick stays in your personal room , which you would sleep in when Bruce upset you, or you would go to get peace quiet.

But the quietness in your room was too silent.

Dick sits on your bed , which still had the scent of your lingering on it. He likes to reminisce how it has changed from when he was a kid to how it is now, as an adult.

All these years of love and comfort you gave him.

His biological mom is still in his heart, but you raised Dick to be the gentleman he is today. The way a kid is raised is very important, and Dick was raised by the best mom anyone could ask for.

So deep in his thoughts, he breaks down. He misses you! He needs you! Not only that his family is absolutely destroyed without you and he needs to put his family back together.

He looks up to the ceiling, "Mom," he croaks, "What do I do?"

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marvelsgirl616 · 3 days

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*🤭🧎‍♀️*

#brenton thwaites #dc titans #titans #nightwing #richard grayson #dick grayson robin #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #batfam

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where-dreamers-go · 16 hours

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“Teasingly Sweet” Dick Grayson x Reader

(A/N: Here’s part three after “Lucky Treat” of 90s Robin and Reader. What happens when Robin thinks he’s the one having bad luck? Also, do they know what’s even going on between them? Warnings: Use of (Y/N), slight angst maybe, spicy times of a makeout session, and fluff. Word Count: 2,321 words)

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Gotham City had its fair share of people. Even masked heroes and creative villains who had eventful nights compared to their civilian days.

You, on the other hand, were having a pretty tame evening. The day had been productive, however nothing was too much to handle. A really decent day that lead to you grabbing a well deserved treat from a confectionary in the city.

Street lights and buildings kept the streets lit well enough.

You kept an awareness to your surroundings. Keeping your mind mostly on what moved around you and partially on ideas of what a certain masked hero could be up to.

Hopefully, Robin is alright, you thought as you held a light box of delicious treats close. He usually is. That we know of. You kept your jacket zipped up, an extra layer against the chilly night air.

After deciding to take a detour to avoid the growing crowd at a coffee shop, you annoyingly realized there was even more activity down the busy street. Lights flashed and news vans lined the road to boarder the sidewalks. Much too close for you to ignore.

Really? You thought, I don’t need this today. Pivoting on the spot, you turned with every intention of squeezing passed the line for coffee on your route home. Safety first.

You had very good intentions and determination to avoid any trouble. The good luck you were having again recently was not going to be thrown away on your watch. No way. There were treats to be had.

Just keep walking and you’ll be fine. No big deal. Average Gotham City night.

Average night, was it?

Was it not uncommon for a crook to flee from a police car?

Was it also the usual night for a crook to head straight toward you without your knowledge?

Definitely not.

Heavy footfalls came in rapid succession behind you.

Alarmed, you turned to the noise and saw a person, wrists cuffed, headed your way. Despite the initial scare, you were able to see a positive. Another person coming your way.

Robin sped forward, almost flying across the concrete to intercept the crook. Cape rippling behind him, your hero launched himself through the air.

Whoa.

You watched on in awe as Robin flipped over the guy and took him down in the process.

Oh, dang.

Hopping back to his feet, Robin spotted you as the crook peered around in a daze.

“Close call, sweets.” Robin said, looking you over. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah.” You clutched the dessert box in your grasp. “You?”

“I’d be better if this guy didn’t run off, especially too close to you.”

“I’m okay.”

“Good. How ab—hey,” Robin held the guy more firmly as he struggled against the hero. “I’ll be back.”

“Okay.” You stood quietly beside a building. The chill in the air made you shiver slightly.

All the movement remained about seven yards away, reporters trying to get closer to Robin and the dark looming figure of Batman stood by officers. Quite the sight really. There was no way you would want to be tangled up in that mess, even if it was under control.

Taking the time to check around, you deemed the area around the sidewalk boring and safe. Almost an oddity for Gotham City.

Can’t believe how fast Robin got that guy, you thought. He just…flipped and… Did he use his legs? I don’t know.

In less than about five minutes, Robin strutted towards you. Really heroic in that cape too. Yet he wasn’t smiling as you thought he might.

Is he okay? Did something else happen?

“Hey,” you said softly, “are you okay?”

“Yeah. Just…a lot of little things going wrong. Nothing I can’t handle, but it’s irritating.”

“Bad luck today?”

“Yeah,” he laughed half-heartedly. “You know a bit about that, huh?”

“A bit. But I know what can make it a little better.” You smiled as he perked up at your words. “I have some ice cream at my place and cookies, if that’ll make it any better.”

Robin smirked, “Are you inviting me to your place?”

“Yeah. If you want,” you shrugged, shy. A little nervous perhaps considering how much of a fan you were of Robin.

He’s walked me home before, you thought, and drove me home on his bike. Plus we’ve… Woo. Yeah. Okay, this could be interesting.

“Sounds better than how my night’s been going so far.” Robin replied.

“It can be my gift to you.” You quickly added, “You’ve helped me before and now. Why not give you something? You do so much already for everyone.”

“I can’t argue with that.”

You smiled. “I was headed home now. If you’re not through crime-fighting, I won’t take the ice cream out just yet.”

“You’d wait for me?”

“Yeah. It— Is that weird?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I’m flattered, but you shouldn’t have to wait that long. Give me a minute.”

You nodded and watched as he returned to the busy press-filled sidewalk.

I can’t believe this is happening again, you thought, feeling your heart rate pick up again. But…inside my apartment. I’m so glad it’s not a mess.

After wrapping up business with Batman, Robin jogged over to you with a charming smile.

On the way to your place, you two talked, caught up on anything new, and were very close. For chilly weather reasons, obviously. Robin was easy to talk to and wasn't completely full of himself. He knew what he was capable of and he didn't flaunt it.

Entering your apartment, you kicked off your shoes by the door.

“Make yourself at home.” You said as you set down the box of treats on the counter.

“Thank you. Nice place.”

“Thanks,” you smile warmly to him and walked over to the couch a few feet away to unzip your jacket.

“Is the box off-limits?” Robin asked, coming to stand by the end of the kitchen counter.

“Sorry, it is. This was for a well-productive day. From me, for me.”

He hummed in appreciation, “Is it cake?”

“…No.” You turned away slowly and took off your jacket.

“Sure.”

It was then that you realized what you were wearing.

Crap, you thought and tried thinking of a way to hide the prominent ‘R’ decorated on the upper left of your Robin fan club shirt. Be subtle about it.

Left arm raised, pretending to scratch your neck, you attempted masking some of it from view as you walk back into the kitchen.

“So, uh, you can pick whichever cookies you want out of the pantry there.” You offered and quietly sighed as he did so.

“Hmm.” He turned around with a sleeve of cookies. “Sweet as you.”

“Gotta have some on hand in case of a bad day,” you shrugged.

“I’d say my bad luck has disappeared at the sight of you.”

Smiling, you replied, “I could say the same. You did show up when I was having a terrible birthday.”

“And how’d that go?” Robin smirked.

Like he doesn’t know! You flirt.

“Well, after a really nice walk, I got a gift from you. So, I think it went really well.” Moving in the kitchen, you reached into the top cabinet, grabbed two bowls, and turned to set them onto the countertop. No clumsiness included.

“Did you like your gift?”

Oh, now he’s full on teasing.

“Very much.”

He smirked, happily confident. Blue eyes sparkling in the warm light.

Opening a drawer, you took out two spoons and quickly set them by the bowls. “I hope you don’t mind (flavor) ice cream.” You said and stepped to the refrigerator.

“I don’t mind any flavor you give me.”

After nearly choking on spit from Robin’s words, you pulled out a carton of ice cream with images of its contents all over. The thin ice coating its edges relieved some the heat radiating from your hands.

I’m going to be fanning myself with a magazine if he keeps this up, you thought.

Leaning on the counter, Robin watched you prepare to bowls of ice cream with a smile. Every move he caught with curious and attentive eyes.

“Is this good?” You asked, spoon in hand.

“Yeah. Thanks.” Robin walked over to stand beside you and took up the second spoon.

“Beats running around outside?”

“I’d take being here with you over chasing down some guy determined to ruin people’s day for the thrill of it. This is more fun.”

Apparently smiling while eating ice cream was a minor challenge. The two of you took that challenge with ease. Ice cream with good company definitely brightened both Robin’s and your day.

It was a wonder how you were comfortable enough with him to invite Robin inside. Then again, you were a fan and had gotten to know him quite a bit during your last two meetings. You were proud of yourself for asking.

Why shouldn’t you gift a little with whatever type of relationship you two had going?

What’s he thinking? You wondered as you saw him looking at you with your peripheral vision. I mean, he probably has to leave soon. I guess. You quietly set your spoon down in the empty bowl. I wish he could stay a little longer.

“You know,” Robin started as he put the spoon down, “I owe you a ‘thank you’ for your gift. Inviting me in and treating me to ice cream and cookies. You didn’t have to.”

“It’s about time I gift you something. Something other than one piece of candy.”

“And about thanking you…”

Robin’s gloved hand pulled you in by the waist. A move he definitely perfected as he instantly kissed you. Stealing your breath, Robin kept the pace slow as his lips pressed against yours. Dizzyingly passionate as he curled his other arm around your back.

Another kiss for the record.

Eyes shut for a moment, you broke for air. Your hands finding purchase on his biceps.

Even with his knee-shaking kisses, you needed to know something. To ask one thing.

“Is this...casual for you or…?” You left the question open ended.

How do I even ask this?

Robin took one of your hands and pressed it against the pulse point on his neck. A rapid pulse. “Lately, I've been wondering the same thing, but... I think I only want this from you.”

“Your heart racing?”

“It can be calm too. But not when I think of seeing you again. You’re all I can think about some times.”

“Just me?”

“You and me.”

You pulled him in for a hard kiss. Fingers in his hair, you deepened the kiss with all you had. In turn, Robin held you impossibly close to his body. Both of you expressing what you wanted and tasting of frozen dessert with no signs of stopping.

Neither of you had to be anywhere else.

Leading you backwards through the apartment, Robin continued pressing his lips to yours. You stumbled to keep up, not knowing where you were headed when you mind was on how he teased your lips with his tongue.

“Oof.”

Your world turned sideways and Robin was all you could feel as you landed onto the couch. The cushions softening the fall onto your back. His cape covering you both as limbs entangled.

Time passed further into the night. Both you and Robin showed no hints of leaving the couch. If anything, it appeared as if you two would remain there much longer.

Panting breathes were exchanged between wet lips and heavy gazes. It was getting a little hot in the apartment.

Hands intertwined tightly over your head, neither of you dared break contact.

“We should probably stop,” you murmured.

“Probably,” Robin said into their neck. He rolled his pelvis onto yours. “Ahh. I should go.”

You bit your lip, keeping yourself quiet as your legs instinctively hugged him closer. Fingers still locked together with his gloved hands.

Robin. Oh, please. You thought as you felt your mind slowly floating away with pleasure, of being with him.

Placing another kiss on your neck, Robin kept a slow and sensual pace with you. His eyes fluttered shut as the two of you continued.

No thoughts of responsibilities or anyone else. No worries of where either of you should or should not be. Only thoughts of being closer together and all of the feelings that came with it all.

“Robin.” Back arching, his name escaped you like a plea.

Above you, he stopped completely and released your hands. “We can’t. As much as I really, really want to…” He looked you over in your half blissful state as he blinked away his own fog of pleasure. Shaking his head, he added, “Not while I’m like this…as Robin.”

You nodded, processing his words. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” you kissed his forehead.

Smiling, Robin kissed you again. Much shorter that time, but with no less affection. He pulled you up with him into a sitting position, chuckling at your disheveled appearance.

“And maybe we can pick up on where we left off?” He lightly pulled at your shirt and added, “With your fan shirt.”

“Sure. Maybe without your mask and cape?”

His hands held you to him, “More cotton and less…”

“Whatever this is made of?” You knocked your knuckles onto the front of his suit. “As long as it protects you, it’s fine.”

“It does the job.”

“Good.” You pecked his lips.

Reluctantly, the visit had came to a close as you walked him to the door. The pair of you shared one more kiss, a promise.

“Good night,” you murmured.

“Good night. See yah soon, (Y/N).”

Robin left your apartment quietly and went off into the night air.

What have you two gotten into?

Was he, the Robin, really going to reveal his civilian identity to you?

Was that even allowed?

Was it safe?

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itshelia · 4 months

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Taking anti-depressant pills?? Seeing a therapist??? Journaling???? No need babe, my fav writer just dropped another x reader fic.

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c1nnam00n · 1 month

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me seeing that my fav character barely/doesn’t have any fanfics OR imagines

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chikaras-garden · 8 months

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Batboys as your sugar daddy

What’s the point of all this money if you don’t have someone to spend it on?

Pairings: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake x fem!reader

Contains: Sugar daddies. Possessive, controlling men. Power imbalances. They’re all a little toxic. These relationships are not aspirational babes. Oral sex (f!receiving) in Dick’s.

Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked.

BRUCE WAYNE 💋

“Wear the diamonds,” Bruce rumbles from behind you, lips right next to the shell of your ear. Before you can answer, his warm hands are already on your throat, and cool platinum touches your skin. A hundred diamonds arranged in three dainty layers sparkle in the low light of Bruce’s bedroom, clinging tightly to your neck.

With the choker clasped in place, one of Bruce’s hands traces up and down your neck while the other rests heavily on your hip, holding you flush against his chest. His touch is hypnotic, pulling you in like a planet pulls a moon into orbit. Your whole world revolves around him—and that’s exactly how he likes it.

But like the moon, the subtle gravitational pull you have on him keeps him in place, keeps him stable, calms his most wicked of storms.

He bows his head. The way he looks at you through his eyelashes is almost reverent while he kisses your bare shoulder, skin interrupted only by your dress’s hair-thin silk strap.

“Beautiful,” he says, and you know he’s not talking about the necklace, the dress, or any of the other jewels and silks he’s drowned you in over the last year.

When your eyes meet in the mirror, one corner of his lips quirks up into a smirk, which he buries under a kiss to your jaw.

There, with a quick, sharp nip of his teeth, he lays his claim. “And all mine.”

DICK GRAYSON 💋

Dick’s on his knees, head buried between your legs when you hear—feel—him say, “I need you to take a week off work.”

Well. What he really needs is for you to just quit your job already, but you got upset the last time he suggested it. Baby steps. For now.

“Why?” you gasp, blinking hard as you try to focus on the fact that he’s starting a conversation now when his tongue is making you smart and shake with pleasure.

“I want to go to the Maldives,” he says as if it’s the most inconsequential thing in the world, as if he’s saying he wants to go across town, not across the world.

His tongue flattens out and dips into your weeping hole, and your thighs tighten around his head in response. He groans, and you choke out, “A week for the Maldives?”

You feel his lips twist and curve around you, paired with a little graze of teeth; he’s smiling, and the sensation makes you dizzy. There it is, he wants to say. You want more. Finally, your expectations are starting to match his bank account.

But he decides to play the dumb, pretty boyfriend he likes to make people think he is. “You don’t think it’s enough time? Wanna take two weeks?”

“I don’t have the—” He kisses up to your clit and gives it a tentative little suck, which makes you fist his hair. “—vacation days.”

“Why don’t you just take them without pay?” he proposes as his tongue laves up your swollen sex. “It’ll be okay, just this once. You’ll feel so much better after some time off; I promise.”

JASON TODD 💋

Jason is currently scrutinizing the contents of your pantry, a box of macaroni and cheese in his hand. After seeing the scowl on his face, you’re not surprised when he starts to lecture you. “You eat this crap?”

You raise a brow because he’s one to judge. “I’ve seen you eat an entire party box of tacos.”

“I’m not you,” he fires back. His voice is still low, still calm, but you can sense an edge in his tone; this conversation is about a lot more than boxed macaroni and cheese.

In the beat of silence that follows, his heated gaze dulls to a smolder. “You don’t know how precious you are.”

You open your mouth to reply, but whatever retort you were going to argue back with is silenced when Jason’s big hands cup your face, tilting your head up so he can kiss your forehead. He lingers there, and you feel him tremble. His breath is ragged, rough—as if he’s afraid.

“I’m not you,” he repeats in a whisper. It’s like he’s talking to a child, like he knows you don’t know any better. Poor little you—you need him. “Just let me take care of you like always, okay? How about I sign you up for one of those meal prep kits? No more processed food; it’s not good for you.”

When he pulls you against his chest and strokes your hair, you feel yourself nod, unable to disagree. You know he’s right, after all; and isn’t it sweet that he treats you like a delicate angel even though he’s seen the worst of the world? That nothing without his stamp of approval is good enough for you?

TIM DRAKE 💋

“Oh, you’re all set,” your manicurist smiles at you as soon as you take out your wallet, nails freshly done.

Caught off guard, all you can reply with is, “Huh?”

She just smiles a little brighter, and there’s a sparkle of something in her eyes. It looks a little wistful, but also a little vapid—is that jealousy? “Your boyfriend paid already,” she explains as her eyes not-so-subtly look around, trying to catch a glimpse of said boyfriend, but you’re just as surprised as she is.

“For the next year,” she adds in a dry tone. Slowly, you drop your wallet back into your purse. There’s only one man alive who could figure out where you get your nails done, what day and time you like your appointments, and call ahead to pay off your manicures for the next year without you ever finding out about it.

So when you get back to your car, you call him.

“Do anything fun today?” he asks over the phone, pretending to be way more innocent than he actually is.

“Tim—”

“Actually,” he cuts in, and you hear a bashful tremor in his voice. That tremor makes your stomach do flips, which beckons you to give in to whatever he wants. “I was just thinking about you. You’ve got the prettiest hands.”

“Tim—”

“Let’s go shopping later,” he rambles on, completely ignoring you. “I think you need some new jewelry. You’d like a new set of rings, wouldn’t you?”

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#bruce wayne x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #tim drake x reader #batman x reader #nightwing x reader #red hood x reader #batfam x reader #🌸— mine.#🌸— bruce wayne.#🌸— dick grayson.#🌸— jason todd.#🌸— tim drake.

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sleepyangelkami · 19 days

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smut's fun. have you ever read soul crushing, heart aching, head throbbing comfort that makes your eyes burn out of your head to the point where you just have to crawl into a ball because your inner child feels so safe? haha... yeah smuts fun.

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martiniluvr · 1 month

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minors dni

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thinking about that tiktok trend where people call their boyfriends “my husband” in front of them to see their reaction, and how if you did that to dick grayson, his ass would not hear a word you said after calling him that. just a big ole grin. ringing in his ears. butterflies in his stomach, flustered as all hell. he’d think about it for the rest of the week with a small smile, wondering if the idea is really so far-fetched.

now, jason todd wouldn’t even blink. like, yeah, he’s your husband. you’re his wife. obviously—he’s felt that way since about two months after you started dating, when he realised he couldn’t wake up next to anyone else ever again. he’d recall the jewellery store he passed a couple of weeks back with the emerald-cut, gold-set ruby in the window. well…all that’s missin’ is the ring, right?

that’s all.

#just yappin #jason todd #dick grayson #red hood #nightwing #jason todd x reader #dick grayson x reader #dc comics #batman #batfam #martiniluvr #jason todd fluff #dick grayson fluff #red hood x reader #nightwing x reader

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book-place-incorrect-quotes · 9 months

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Jason: I accidentally poisoned one of our drinks, but I don’t remember which one

Dick: EXCUSE ME-

Damian: With the way this gala’s going, I hope it’s mine

Tim: *chugs his drink*

Bruce: *quickly takes Y/N’s drink before she can do the same*

Y/N: Aw man :(

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orionremastered · 3 months

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could you do a batfam x oblivious reader who’s so close to finding out they’re a vigilante, but she doesn’t even know if that makes sense? like nightwing crawling in through the window when he thought she was asleep, only for her to be awake and go “wrong house?” not realizing it’s her boyfriend.. who thought she was asleep

this made me laugh. very good thinking brains y'all have

Masterlist

Oblivious

Dick Grayson

The sound of your window sliding open prompts you to look up from where you lie your head on the pillow. You can't seem to get to sleep and maybe it's a good thing— you grab for the lamp on the bedside table and raise it high over your head.

Climbing through the window, however, is not a common thief. It's Nightwing.

"What are you doing here?"

The vigilante freezes, slowly looking up to meet your eyes. "I was told there was domestic abuse occurring in this apartment," he says smoothly. "You have a boyfriend?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Where is he?"

You look over to Dick's spot on the bed and only just now do you realise it's empty. There's a note written on paper that reads, OUT TO GET FOOD.

"He's grocery shopping."

"Ah, wrong apartment, then. Sorry to bother you." The vigilante then ducks outside.

Jason Todd

A loud crash prompts you to wake up— far earlier than you're used to. The sun isn't even up yet. Glancing to the side of your bed, you forget Jason's out on a business trip, what ever his business is.

You carefully climb out of bed, creeping to the bedroom door and slowly pushing it open. In your living stands Red Hood himself, dismantling an assault rifle.

"What are you doing in my house?"

The vigilante whips his head around, frozen like a deer in headlights. There's a long few minutes of silence where the two of you stare at each other.

"Gun's not working. I'll be out in a minute, just need to fix it. My apologies."

"Oh," you say, shrugging your shoulders. "Stay safe, then."

Red Hood nods, watching you return to your bed with a quiet sigh.

Tim Drake

Waking up at your usual time and kissing Tim gently on the forehead, almost as a reward for sleeping.

After eating breakfast as quickly as you could, you were surprised to see Tim still asleep and give him another gentle kiss, this time on the nose.

You've only got half an hour until you have to go to work, so you rush to the bathroom to get ready.

The Red Robin suit is draped over the shower wall, unmistakeable.

In your bathroom.

"Tim?" You shout, forgetting your boyfriend's need to sleep. "Tim!"

"What?" he replies groggily, slowly getting out of bed.

"The Red Robin suit is in my bathroom."

"Oh, uh, he asked me to clean it for him. We're sort of like, friends. I guess. It's weird."

"You never told me that," you say.

"It's a recent thing. Sorry."

You shrug and get ready for work, ignoring the suit at is it hangs in your bathroom.

Damian Wayne

"Emergency at work," your boyfriend had said. He gets a lot of those, you think. "Be back in the morning. Maybe later."

Now, going to sleep late— towards midnight, where Damian would have already dragged you into bed— you realised you didn't have on of his shirts to sleep in.

When he wasn't with you to sleep, you always sleep in one of his shirts.

You begin scrummaging through his wardrobe— which you never do— only for a shirt. You find one, your favourite black one, and pull it out.

Underneath the shirt, revealed as you yank it from the drawer, is a katanna.

"Oh. Oh."

It's late. You're tired. You've got the shirt.

It's probably just an antique piece anyway. Rich people have all sorts of things.

#batfamily x reader #damian wayne x reader #batfam #jason todd x reader #dick grayson x reader #tim drake x reader

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kimjun · 3 months

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Jason: how do I make a date really romantic?

Dick: be mysterious

Jason: got it!

*later, while on a date with Y/n*

Y/n: where are we going?

Jason: none of your fucking business

#reader insert #x reader #incorrect quotes #dc x y/n #jason todd x reader #dcu #dick grayson #dc batman #icons jason todd #jason x reader #jason todd is red hood #dick grayson x reader #batfamily #batfam x reader #batfan #red hood x reader #damian wayne #bruce wayne x fem!reader

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issdisgrace · 4 months

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Batdad Y/n: When I was like 18 I did coke off a stripper’s abs

Jason, Dick, Tim and Damian: WhAT

Cue Bruce shaking his head because he was there when you did it

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helplesslytheirs · 3 months

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Sharing my pretty thoughts because I’m just a girl 🎀

x fem reader (Smut…)

Imagine, just imagine…

That he’s so horny, so fucking desperate for you—his mouth slobbering, his cock twitching in between his thighs, his body full of sweat as he lays on his bed, his back against the mattress and his mind swims with thoughts of you.

Images of you, bouncing on his dick as you whine and cry telling him he’s to big, how you can’t take him and need his help…how much you need him. How good he makes you feel.

Images of your face shoved into the pillow as your voice gets muffled while his manhood disciplines your naught cunt, his hands gripping at the fats around your hips as he uses you like a goddamn slut.

He groans loudly before he takes his boxers off, his hands tracing along his dick to mimic what you do before sucking him off. His big calloused hands wrapped around his dick imagining his rough hands were your soft ones—your warm lips..fuck he can’t hold it in, he starts stroking his length, softly groaning before he stops. He needs you. He fucking needs you but you’re out. So he quickly gets up from his bed and looks through your used laundry.

Jackpot, your pretty black lace panties.

Your panties in his face, his tongue licking at the cloth occasionally biting on the material—breathing heavily inhaling your scent…so drunk in love with you, your mere panties made him jerk off for several minutes—his hands covered in his seed, how he wished he could make you clean his cock off…he groans frustrated at the mess before his dick gets hard again, he bites on your panties his teeth piercing into the lace small rips on your panties now, but he doesn’t give a shit so he starts to move his hand again, he groans softly as he starts to pleasure himself again in the thoughts you, the thoughts of your lips, the thoughts of your lips wrapped around his big dick, the thoughts of you struggling to take it in—just for him to fuck your pretty face..how he wished you were here to take care of his little problem. He can’t wait for you to get back…cause

He’s gonna fuck you so well after you get back..

Eyeless Jack, Ticci Toby, Bat! Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Hal Jordan, Kenny McCormick, Peter Parker, Thomas (tmr) & Mattheo Riddle & Anakin Skywalker

And any men (!) you think would do this,

in all honesty. I feel like Jason Todd would but when he’s really really goddamn desperate—cause he’s a patient man and he wants you and not your panties ?!

But fr tho any guy would do this. If they won’t. They’re in the Boys Category 🤮

They’re not allowed to even step foot or get near the Men’s category.

#phx shares her thoughts #smash.#X fem reader #dick grayson x reader #damian wayne x reader #hal jordan x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #eyeless jack x reader #ticci toby x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #thomas x reader #peter parker x reader #whore’s #real shit #I love men #masculine men on top !!#so horny..#anakin x reader #smut

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