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kimjun · 4 months
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Tim: What's the worst pick up line you ever used?
Jason: You look so familiar. Didn't we take a class together? I could've sworn we had chemistry.
Tim: [laughing] Did it work?
Yn: It did.
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077-vikkus · 10 months
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Just thinking of Villain! Reader who is going about their business and doing cool shit when they unknowingly steal Batman's sidekicks/sons from him.
Reader: *casually does a series of backflips and aerobatics that seem impossible*
Dick: (✨o✨)
Bruce: -_-
Or maybe Reader is just very sassy and is just genuinely better than Bruce so Jason vibes with them to piss Bruce off.
Bruce: come home.
Jason: *currently beating the crap out of some guys who insulted his nails, which Reader did for him* can't, doing hot girl shit.
Maybe Tim and Reader go to the same 24/7 corner shop and give suggestions on food and tips on how to stay awake.
Reader: *slaps the cheap ramen out of Tim's hand, only to hand him a slightly more expensive but definitely better quality one* no need to thank me.
Tim: *overworked and overwhelmed by social interaction, spitting out the first thing to come to him* 32 energy drinks can keep you awake for four days, may kill you but to combat this, dunk your head in icy water every few hours.
Reader:... thanks?
I'm also just thinking of Damian wanting to fight Reader but being so short that Reader can keep him at bay by keeping a hand on his head.
Damian: *is currently being held up by the scruff of his neck, like an unruly cat* unhand me, barbarian! So that I can defeat you and claim my victory!
Reader: whose angry Chihuahua is this
All in all, I'd like to think that Villain! Reader has a line if bat kids following them like ducklings everywhere. Reader is just trying to hand them back off to Bruce but they keep on popping back. It gets worse if Bruce and Reader have something on or if there's tension, cuz then the bat kids are playing matchmaker and not all of them approve of Bruce x Y/N...
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^live footage of the bat kids when they find Reader.
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bia-wayne-west · 2 months
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Milk with cookies and bedtime stories [Batmom x Damian Wayne]
Synopsis: It was just a few months ago that Damian was included in the Wayne family. He still didn’t like you, but you tried so hard to make him appreciate you. During a patrol, Damian got hurt and after Alfred took care of the little boy’s wounds, you surprised him with a plate of cookies and a glass of milk.
Characters: Damian Wayne and Reader [YOU]
A/N: I wrote this quickly. Hope you like. In this imagine, Batmom has been married to Bruce since he adopted Dick.
I want to apologize if there are any writing errors. I'm a Brazilian girl and I don't speak fluent English, so I may make some writing mistakes. Feel free to correct me.
I hope you read, like and feel how cute Damian is.
Requests are open
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You were sitting on the kitchen stool, reading a fashion magazine while you waited for your husband to return from patrol.
Bruce forbade you to stay in the Batcave, as he was afraid that someone would break in and find you, alone and unprotected.
As soon as you felt the ground shake, it meant that the Batcave had opened and that Batman had arrived with his Robin, Red Robin, Red Hood and Nightwing.
You ran to the clock that gave access to the secret entrance to Batcave. The elevator quickly took you to where your children and husband were.
“Hey, my love. You got back before 5am!” You said, running up to Bruce Wayne. He still wore black clothes and was without a mask. Your husband didn’t respond. He was serious and had a worried expression on his face.
“A man dropped Damian from a three-story building .” Bruce said looking at the boy who was sitting next to Alfred.
You finally noticed Damian, whose face was bruised and his leg was bandaged. You walked over to the boy and knelt in front of him.
“I’m fine, Y/N. I fell on top of a car and didn’t break any bones.”
“Damian, darling, are you hurt?” You asked, looking into Bruce’s son’s green eyes.
You smiled, in a motherly way. Damian didn’t consider you a mother, unlike the other three boys who called you ‘mother’ and ‘mommy’ all the time. Your husband’s son only considered you as a stepmother, but that didn’t stop you from taking care of him as if he were your son.
“I’m going to run you a hot bubble bath. After Alfred takes care of you, I think you’ll want to relax in the warm water.”
“Thank you, Y/N, but I’m not your baby.” He said rolling his eyes and turning his face to look at Alfred.
“Damian!” Bruce warned his son. But you smiled at your husband, showing that everything was okay. You left the Batcave, heading back to the mansion to prepare Dami’s bath.
(…)
Damian was already in his room. You were heading to the boy's room, with a tray in your hand.
The clock said 2:32 am, but you were sure the boy hadn't slept yet. The Waynes used to sleep only when the sun came up.
Yout left hand knocked lightly on the wooden door with the boy's initials engraved on it. Ypur ears picked up a “you can come in”, authorizing you to enter Damian’s room.
“I came to see if you were okay, Dami.” You said, entering and closing the door behind your body. Your arms came off the tray on the bed, seeing that the boy was sitting on the mattress. “I brought milk and cookies, this will definitely make you feel better.”
“Why do you do these things, Y/N?” He asked, with a questioning look.
“I didn't understand. Don't you like what I do for you?”
“At first I thought you had a plan to win me over and then you would hate me for being Bruce's biological son.” He said, seeing you take a cookie and offer it to him.
“I would never do that. I love you, Dami, even if you don't like me. These things I do for you are normal motherly actions.”
“My mother didn’t do any of that. She only got cookies when she did something good.” He said, his eyes shining like he was going to cry.
“Oh baby. I know you don't consider me your mother and I don't want to force you into anything, but I want you to know that these things I do are because I love you.” You explained, smiling widely at him and drinking some milk. “Do you know what my mother did for me when I was hurt?”
“No.” He said, while devouring several cookies. “She also gave you cookies and milk?”
“Yes, and she also told me a bedtime story.” You argued, running your hand through the boy's hair. “I'll tell you a story.”
“I’m not four years old, Y/N” He murmured.
“Damian, you’re not old enough to hear a good story before bed.”
“OK. Just don't tell stories about princesses or ponies.”
“Clear. I'm going to tell the story of a boy called Dami. He was so brave and beautiful, he was a strong and fearless boy.” His lips formed a smile as he said the words. Damian's eyes were bright and sweet. “One day, he went to the forest to play with the birds and found a portal to a magical world.”
“Like Narnia?: He asked, completely interested in your story.
“Yes, but without the closet. The magical portal led to a kingdom full of witches, fairies, vampires and any magical creature you can imagine.”
“Even elves?” He questioned you again. Now Damian was lying in bed and you covered him with the blanket.
“Of course, elves can't be missed.” You said. Your heart filled with love and you almost cried when you saw the image of the boy who hated you six months ago totally interested in a bedtime story. “In that kingdom there was a crystal that served as oxygen for all beings there, but a terrible villain broke this crystal and stole its essence, leaving the world without magic.” Damian still had complete fun with your narration. “Then, the queen called Martha went and asked the brave Dami to hunt down the villain and recover the essence of the crystal.”
“And he did this?”
“Yes! Dami took a sword and shield and went out to the magical kingdom in search of the villain. He went to an ancient village in the kingdom called Gothym and met three knights named Grayson, Todd and Drake. They sent Dami to the mountains where he would find the villain.”
“And he found it?”
“He found it, but it was difficult. The villain was hiding in a ruined castle north of Gothym. Dami fought bravely with the villain and defeated him. Dami recovered the essentials of the crystal and in exchange, Queen Martha gave him a personal portal to return to the kingdom as often as he wanted. Dami was a brave hero and defeated the evil villain.” You told the story while running your hand affectionately through the boy's hair. “Did you like the story?”
“Yes, it was the best story anyone told me.”
“I'm glad you liked it, my love. If you want, I can tell you a story every night.”
“Todd would make fun of me if he knew.” He said, looking at you so intently that you knew he was embarrassed for having liked the story.
“I'm gonna tell you a secret. I told Dick, Jason and Tim stories for three years, but they didn't want to.”
“Did you tell Todd bedtime stories?” He asked loudly, as if it were some blasphemy.
“Of course, and he loved them all.”
“So I want to hear stories before bed.”
“I'll love telling you, along with a glass of milk and cookies. Good evening, Dami.” You said getting up from the bed. Your lips found the boy's forehead.
“Good night, mom.” He said, making you look surprised at him. “I can call you mom? Since Dick, Jason, and Tim call you Mom, I thought you might as well.”
“Of course, my dear. You can call me mother and I will call you my son.” Your arms wrapped around the body of the boy, your son. Love seemed to explode in your heart. “Good evening, my dear son.”
“Good nigh, mom.”
You gave Damian one last kiss on his forehead, before picking up the tray and taking it to the kitchen. After washing the dishes, you went to the master suite, the room shared between you and Bruce.
Your husband was lying on the king size bed, waiting for you. After showering and putting on your pajama, you laid down on the bed.
“Damian called me mom.” You said to Bruce, earning a smile from him.
“With bedtime stories, milk and cookies.”
“How did this happen?” He asked, setting aside the iPad he was using to hug you.
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redheadjustin · 1 year
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could u do batfam x toddler male reader who is rlly shy but someone tries to like kidnap him at a gala and the fam just has to figure out what to do
Ah yes, the infamous bat family. And the family that proves blood isn’t everything. Bruce, the infamous Batman, had adopted all of his children. With the notable exception of Stephaine and Duke. Steaphaine was still living with her mom, when she wasn’t in rehab. And at this point Burce was only fostering Duke though everyone but Duke knew adoption papers were imminent.
Which brings us to you. You were adopted by Bruce the second you were born. Though that's because both of your parents weren't in a good place to raise you. So, one night your parents approached Batman after a fight. And you were a member of the bat family ever since.
Dick was the best oldest brother. You could ask for. He always made time for you. And always took you to the circus. And he instilled the same love for elephants he had.
Jason was not as lovey dovey as Dick. but he always has time for you and a nerf battle. He also takes you to the safe part of crime alley.
Tim loves to teach you technology. He's also the one to keep watch over you during your naps since he never sleeps. 
Damian is in charge of your exercise and physical development. He also is as caring to you as his pets. And he almost never insults you. He also trains with you in the bat cave when Bruce is busy. 
Duke is the one who exposes you to Gotham culture and other things like music and art. He knows how easy it is to become spoiled and out of touch. He doesn’t want that for you. Plus your parents are from the streets like him. He wants you to know full well what background you come from. 
Bruce is the best Father you could ever ask for. He loves to take you to meet other heroes. He knows Batman will be your favorite hero till you die. He also brings you gifts often after a mission. And he is there most nights to tuck you in. He genuinely cares and has done his best to scale back his Batman activities. He cares about his newest son.
But during a gala Riddler kidnapped you. It was all hands on deck for the Bat family. They called all reserve membersing Batwoman, Batgirl, Spoiler, Orphan, Batwing, Huntress and The Question. Bruce wasn’t taking any chances. 
Riddler was driving when the Bat family found you. You were in the backseat scared, confused, lonely. Your young mind couldn’t figure out why you were taken. You didn’t know that your family’s wealth would put a target on your back. 
What neither you or your captor noticed was the batmobile gaining on the car. Or the batcycles riding next to the car. You looked out the right window and saw Robin(Damian) on a batcycle. Damian smiled seeing you unharmed. The current Robin winked at you and pointed backwards. Curious, you turned your head to look out the back window and you saw the batmobile. Your eyes went wide with happiness and you whispered to yourself. “Daddy came.” 
It was then the car hit spikes in the road that Batwoman and Question set up. The car’s skidd was controlled and you were left unharmed. Then the windshield was broken as a fist reached in and pulled Riddler out of the care. That’s when you saw Red Hood. jason was pissed as hell but you didn’t have time to think about that for long as the door opened and a pair of black gloves reached in to pick you up. You knew instantly it was Your Daddy. Batman. And as soon as you could you curled in to Batman’s chest.
“Shhh, its okay baby bat. We’ve got you. I’ve got you.” Bruce says to his youngest son, he is determined to never let this happen again. “I’ve got you.”
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supercap2319 · 2 months
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Nightwing (Dylan O'Brien) teaching Tim Drake / Robin (Jaeden Martell) how to fuck the BatFamily's whore properly. Just like Batman (Jensen Ackles) taught him!
Dick let out a small moan of pleasure as he sank his cock inside Y/N's hole. It was tighter than he remembered, but it was still just as warm and as slick. Bruce was out for the evening, but that doesn't mean Dick would miss out on showing Tim the ropes of what it truly means to be a member of the BatFamily.
"Fuck, Y/N. Are you just naturally tight or do you use magic to make your hole tighter than a pussy?" Dick groans as he thrusts his hips back and forth to the slut underneath him. Tim was watching in the corner, eyes wide with surprise, but it was clear that he was aroused.
Dick noticed this and smirked. "You see, Timmy, Y/N's been the BatFamily's whore even before me. He takes great pleasure in being filled by cocks. And he'll serve you too and future Robins as well. Now, do you want a turn?"
Tim looks between Dick and the other man on his back with his legs in the air. He had such a "fuck me" face, that Tim couldn't refuse but give him a good fucking. As well as a virgin can give a good fucking. Dick pulled out of Y/N and made some room for Tim as the younger male rolled on a condom and at Dick's encouraging words, he sank inside.
It was then that Tim realized that Y/N was indeed tight. And he was very warm. Tin moans as Dick guided him into his first fuck, helping him rock his hips back and forth. Y/N moans and arched his back. "Harder! Harder Tim!"
"You heard the slut." Dick chuckled. "Fuck him harder."
Tim smirks and picks up speed as Y/N moans and squirms as he's fucked like the cheap whore that he is. While this is going on, the camera surveillance fee is being sent to Bruce's phone right now as there's a noticeable bulge in his pants. "Fuck!"
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rainnyydaysworld · 3 months
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Reader: Did you hear that!? Dick just threatened to destroy my lego AT-AT!
Duke: ...You just threatened to kill them in their sleep.
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Reader: Shut up, you’re messing with my train of thought!
Damian: I thought you didn’t have a brain and now you say you have thoughts?
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Squad reactions to being called straight:
Kate: The fuck, no I'm not.
Steph: Excuse the hell out of you?
Tim: Ding dong, you are wrong!
Reader: Who told you that? And why did they lie?
Duke: Rude.
Jason: *punches the person*
(This one is pretty short.)
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“Hey Tim.”
The young boy with black curtain bangs looked towards you, sipping on his milkshake as the two of you sat quietly at a fast food diner in the heart of Gotham at night, waiting for the rain to pass as neither of you brought an umbrella.
“Hm?”
You smirked mischievously, twirling a crisp, golden fry between your fingers. “Try stealing a fry from me.”
Tim blinked, taking in your words for a few minutes before he raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“I’m bored.”
The boy rolled his eyebrows, huffing a bit as he shook his head, although he wasn’t really annoyed. Just amused.
“Fine, whatever. You’re a weirdo though,” he teased, smiling a bit as you grinned.
He casually tried to intercept your fingers to take the fry from you, but of course, you lifted your hand up to prevent him from snatching it from you.
His hand followed you up as you moved your hand down. Then right. Then left. Then diagonally to the right again. It looked rather comical to see the young CEO of Wayne Enterprises trying to take a fry from a gremlin who asked for it.
Tim irked slightly, pouting. “Hey now…”
You smiled cheekily. “Who said I’ll make it easy to steal it from me?”
Tim huffed, standing up slightly as he bend his torso forward in your direction and tried a little harder to take the fry from you. Why did he even bother trying to do this with you? God knows why, but now with a goal in mind, he’s not going to stop until he gets the fry from you.
After a while of moving from left , right, up, down, front, back…
you just ate the fry, smiling childishly to yourself as you imagined the annoyed look on his face.
You didn’t take into account though, that trying to take the fry from you became mechanical to him. So mechanical he subconsciously leaned his face onto yours and kissed you to “take the fry from you”.
The two of you blushed profusely seconds later, with Tim immediately pulling back when he taste the slight taste of sweetness from your milkshake and saltiness from the fry you ate, as you tasted the sweetness of his own milkshake and mild spiciness from him eating his chili-dipped fry he ate long ago.
“I… er…” Tim stuttered, blush not dying down.
He didn’t know why, but he liked it.
And he kinda hoped you liked it too…
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cas-backwards-tie · 10 months
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Heiress Of Gotham Masterlist
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Bruce Wayne x Daughter!Reader
Summary: After the sudden loss of your mother to mysterious circumstances, you’re claimed by a father you didn’t know you had: Bruce Wayne. If it isn’t bad enough that you’re complete strangers to one another, your world is flipped upside down with all the changes said to come with the Wayne name. What’s worse is that you’re not so sure your mother’s death was an accident.
Warnings: Angst, Anti-Police themes, Cursing, Depression themes, Negativity, Numbness, Disassociation, Depression, Existentialism, Cursing, Misandry, Crying, Suicidal Thoughts (if u squint), Yelling, Outbursts, Injury, Blood, Catcalling, Threats, Funeral, Knives, Fighting, Panic Attacks, Shame, Guilt, Fight or Flight, Spying, Voyeurism, Flirting
Mentions of: Death, Suicide, Body Fluids, Bodies, Sex Trafficking, Criminal Activities, Drug Busts, Prostitution, Assassins,
Part One Chapters: Seed Uprooted | Cruel New World | Memories Embarked | Desolate Days | Threatened to Reset | Summer of a Lifetime | Uncharted Territory | Reckless Decisions & Dancing | Fake Dates & Milkshakes | Revenge and Retribution
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Okay so I Have a Bruce Wayne/Batman request! It’s okay if you can’t do it, but Bruce Wayne X Reader (Mr and Mrs Wayne) and She’s a doctor at a hospital in Gotham, and she sees him come with something wrong after an incident and she helps him? You can take the story however you want but I thought it would be a cute story haha
Taking a Tumble
Bruce Wayne x wife!reader
Bruce has an accident at home and now has to face his wife at work.
Warnings: broken bones, humiliation, Alfred needed a good laugh, fluff
WC: 1k
A/N: The aftermath of this comic
Minors DNI
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“What did you do this time?” Her voice was even stern, just laced with a tired disappointment. Bruce’s entire face was red with embarrassment as his blue eyes dropped to the floor. He felt like one of their many children being scolded for doing something stupid, which of course is why he was in this situation, but still, it wasn’t a good feeling.
“I didn’t do anything.” But the lack of eye contact told her otherwise. Alfred stood beside the white hospital bed, tears running down his face from laughter, his body still trembling with silent chuckles that were barely contained by the fist in his mouth. Y/N’s gaze flitted to the older man and raised an eyebrow.
“M-master Bruce had a tumble.” He choked out before dissolving into a fresh round of laughter. Bruce’s face flushed an even deeper red. 
Marrying Bruce came with a boat load of risks, including him getting mortally wounded during his nightly escapades. So what luck was it that his childhood friend, and now wife, had gone to medical school and was now one of the leading doctors in Gotham General Hospital. He always wore his injuries with a certain pride, knowing he was sacrificing his body for a greater good. 
But this time, he refused to look down at his bandaged left leg and instead was glaring at his father-figure. Y/N knew that look, he was trying to communicate with the butler not to tell her what had happened, it was the same look he used on their kids when they were about to reveal a surprise or a shameful secret. “Bruce doesn’t just ‘tumble’.” She said with air quotes, tucking her tablet under her soft arm so she could fold them over her heavy chest.
“But I did.” He whined. Alfred spluttered and coughed. He bent over, wheezing as he attempted to catch his breath as he shoved his phone into her hands. He was still giggling to himself as he stumbled from the room. They watched him go, Bruce’s expression one of disdain while his wife’s was one of curiosity.
A paused video took up the phone’s screen. Based on the still image, it was the home security camera by the main stairs in their home. “Do you have anything to say before I play this video?” She asked. “I won’t be mad.” Bruce hated that she was using the same tone with him that she used with the kids, but he also found it strangely comforting.
“I was proving a point to myself.” He huffed and sat back against the pitiful hospital pillows. Y/N smiled softly at the man, thinking to herself. ‘God I love his, dumbass.’ Then she played the video.
She watched as the man she had chosen to spend her life with, the father of her children, the love of her life, rode down the length of the grand hallway on his old skateboard from when they were teenagers and did a perfect kickflip and dismount the board. Then, the great Batman, tripped over his own feet and rolled down the staircase. That’s when the video ended.
The room was silent for a moment before Y/N howled with laughter, her head thrown back and clutching her plump stomach. Bruce’s lips turned up in a grin at his wife’s happiness before they fell into a petulant frown. “It’s not that funny.” That made her laugh even harder and she had to put her hand down on his bed to steady herself.
“What were you thinking, my love?” She said between gasps.
He threw his arms in the air. “I told you! To prove a point!”
“And what point was that?” Her laughs were tampering off into the occasional giggle, her eyes, that Bruce loved so much, still sparkled with mirth. She reached to take his large hand in her own but he pulled it away before she could, pouting.
“That I’ve still got it.”
“Oh my Brucie.” She cooed, cupping his square jaw and delicately rubbing his high cheekbones with her thumbs. “You never lost it my love. In fact.” She leaned closer to him so her lips rested against his ear. “I’d say you’ve only gotten better with age~” 
Taking his ear lobe between her teeth, she pulled on it just enough to send a shiver down the billionaire’s spine. As she pulled away, she caught his eye, they were dark with lust and love. His hands slid up her scrubs to come to rest on her wide hips, giving them a tight squeeze. Evidently, he seemed to like that answer.
Their lips met in a kiss that was all too brief for his taste before she pulled away, wiping a smear of her lip gloss from his mouth. “Now my love, I need you to stay off that foot for a while and rest up. That means no patrol.” She stated firmly, ignoring his truly adorable puppy dog eyes. “I’m not putting you on complete bed rest because we all know how that went last time.”
He had attempted several escape attempts from bedrest before and had only succeeded in giving his wife the most atrocious tension headaches of her life. “I’ll need some incentive.” His voice dropped an octave, becoming gravely and rough, almost a growl. His warm palms traveled lower down her body to the junction of her pelvis and plump thighs, the tips of his long fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass.
Y/N purred and leaned into his touch, still mindful that she was at work. “I’m sure I can provide you with that.” The kiss was longer this time, their lips locked together with an ease that only came from years of knowing the other’s body and soul. She stepped back with one last peck to the tip of his sharp nose. “I’ll go grab your discharge papers so you can go home. I’ll see you after my shift.”
He sighed sadly but nodded anyway. “Ok, I guess I’ll just be home, alone in our big bed, all by myself.”
“You aren’t guilting me into leaving work early. At least one of us has to have a real job.” Y/N pried his fingers from her body and picked up her tablet again, leaving Alfred’s phone on the side table. “Oh and don’t forget to delete that footage, you know what the kids could do with that kind of blackmail material.”
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luvly-writer · 4 months
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“XOXO”
Tim Drake x Reader
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Summary:
What happens when you mix the scandalous trio from the Upper East Side Elites with the batfamily? Find out!
Ch. 1 They don’t need an introduction
Ch. 2 She is as beautiful as she is poisonous
Ch. 3 Part-Time lovers, Full time problem
Ch. 4 The Queen and the Prince
Ch. 5 Siblings are the worst
Ch. 6 Let’s go viral baby!
Ch. 7 Angel and Ivy
Ch. 8 She makes the whole place shimmer
Ch. 9 Under the mask, there’s a heart
Ch. 10 Snowy hands & warm smiles
Ch. 11 Fun Loving in Winter
Ch. 12 A Crowd’s Favorite
Ch. 13 Wrapped in Pretty Paper
Ch. 14 A broken heart is fixed by another
Ch. 15 Christmas is a time for lovers
Ch. 16 He followed me all the way to NY
Ch. 17 I can hear my heart breaking
Ch. 18 Nothing happened in the way I wanted
Ch. 19 Every corner of this house is hunted
Ch. 20 The smiles are made of ice
Ch. 21 Gonna regret being too honest
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capricornafterdark · 5 months
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Hi babes! Love your writing. I was the anon who asked the other Tim Drake request and you did amazing!!! 🤲 so I came here to request again LMAO. Could you please write a (cis) Tim Drake x fem reader, and as Red Robin he chases down the Reader until she gets cornered in a empty/dark alley way. And like. They've been having MAJOR sexual tension and as they fight he manages to handcuff her from behind and it progress from there... also omg hope I'm not asking for too much but bratty reader please? I LIVE FOR BRAT TAMER TIM- 😫🤭😊 ANYWAYS. hope your having a great day and tysm for writing my ask!!!
Holy shit, did this one get away from me - accidentally spend most of the day on this. 😅
⛓️Kinktober 2023⛓️
Event Prompt: Bondage (handcuffs should count)
You know better than this, goddamn it. One of the cardinal rules of successful theft is knowing the terrain in case you have to run, and you've never stayed in Gotham long enough for that to happen - it's a shithole, and anyone who's anyone in this gig knows it's Cat & Bat turf.
Unfortunately, you owe said Cat a favor, and she'd called to collect. Selina asked you to steal a file off a drive at Wayne Enterprises and gave you every code you could possibly need to get in and out. If she hadn't also promised the majority of the Bats would be busy across town with Poison Ivy, you would have refused to even consider the job - but she had, and you hate owing people favors.
Getting into Wayne Enterprises had been simple; with Catwoman's intel, you'd been able to loop the security feed and break in through an air duct on the roof. Once inside, you'd taken the air vents to the server room, then plugged in a jump drive pre-loaded with a program to find and copy the files in question. After it flashed green, you'd removed the drive, tucked it into a hidden pocket in the waistband of your leggings, and climbed back into the vents, retracing your steps.
Everything went tits up when you popped out onto the roof and saw a familiar black-cloaked figure in scarlet, with a domino mask and a little smirk: Red Robin. You swore, immediately firing a grapple to the nearest adjacent building and taking a running leap - the last time you'd seen him, his fake identity "Alvin Draper" had wound up taking the fall for your art heist, and somehow, he didn't strike you as forgiving.
Fast-forward about thirty minutes, and here you are, cursing yourself for being an idiot and taking this job while trying not to let him grapple you. He's quick, clever, and clearly better trained, if you're being honest, and you're starting to get tired of trading blows. Earlier, you'd exchanged a few quips, but you don't have the endurance for that now. You jump out of the way of a low kick just in time to avoid having your legs swept out from under you, rotating to kick the spot where his head would have been if you'd been a second faster. Though you try not to show your fatigue, it seems he sees right through you. "Tired already?"
"Of teasing you, pretty boy? Never." You sass him with a wide grin, hoping to throw him off balance. It backfires spectacularly and his smirk sharpens as he catches your foot, launching you into the air. You try to fire a grapple for a quick exit, since you're already flying, but a fucking birdarang knocks the gun from your hand. Too exhausted to stick the landing on two feet, you wind up smacking the ground in push-up position with a yelp. Before you know it, he's behind you, snickering and forcing you into a pair of cuffs. "Not so fast, baby. Let's have a chat, hmm?"
Stronger than he looks, he hauls you to your feet by your underarms and you scowl. "What's there to chat about, Bird Boy? If you're planning to gloat, I'd rather you knock me out first."
A dark chuckle escapes him as he shifts to put you in a full nelson, lacing his fingers behind your head. "Well, for starters, after what you pinned on poor Mr. Draper, I think you owe me an apology."
Even though he has you dead to rights, you can't help but cackle. "For what, Red, outrunning him? It's not like I lured him into the museum or got him caught on camera in the street - that was all you."
His hold tightens and you hiss in discomfort. In a newly cold, dispassionate tone, he retorts, "No, you compromised him as a cover identity and nearly got me killed in your stead - and for a fucking Pollock piece, really? That's like getting someone shot over a finger painting."
Something about his sudden change in demeanor has your thighs squeezing together. Your mouth goes dry as you simper,"That sounds like a personal problem, Rob - maybe you should seek professional help."
"Mmm…that doesn't sound like an apology to me, baby," He says icily. "Guess I'll just have to make you feel sorry enough to say it."
Your clit pulses at that and you have to bite your lip to keep from whining. You can feel his hot breath on your ear when he hums curiously. "Nothing to say to that, sweetheart? Or did you just remember your manners?"
There's definitely a piece of you that wants to slap this condescending twink into next week - but its size pales in comparison to the part of you that wants to see just how far he'll go to get what he wants. You hook your foot around his ankle, trying to catch him by surprise, but he wriggles out of it with ease and sighs. "Fine, have it your way, brat."
He releases you from his hold only to grab you by the biceps, twirl you, and pin you against the wall by your neck, one-handed. His other hand, now missing a glove, dips under the waistband of your leggings, but pauses on top of your panties. "If you don't want it like this, I need you to say it, now, [your name]. I can think of other ways to make you talk - but there's a strange heat between us, and I don't think I'm the only one who feels it."
"Oh, I feel it, pretty boy - but I'm still not sorry."
He surges forward to kiss you with a growl, scraping his teeth over your lips and sucking at them. His tongue delves into your mouth at the same time his fingers slip into your pussy, crooked to press your g-spot in long, hard strokes. You try not to give him any reaction, but the third time his fingers fuck into you, his thumb finds your clit and you shudder. He smiles against you, biting your lower lip and pulling back just a hair to tug at it. You can feel yourself getting wetter and whine involuntarily, bucking into his hand. Amused, he releases you from his teeth and gives your throat a gentle squeeze, straightening his fingers so they no longer hit your center. "Ah ah - stay still. Unless you're remorseful already, it's way too early for all this."
"I'm sorry I almost got you killed over a famous masterpiece that you couldn't appreciate, you Philistine." You roll your eyes. He snorts, raising an eyebrow. "You know, [your name], somehow, I just don't believe you."
He shoves your bottoms down to your knees, then manhandles you into a forward fold from behind, with an arm around your waist and his back to the wall. You hear the sounds of a few zippers, plastic hitting the ground, and a foil wrapper tearing open. In seconds, he straightens up, hands moving to grip your hips like a vise. Something warm and thick presses against your hole, and you try to fuck yourself back on to it, but can't seem to get the angle right. When you slump forward with an exasperated sigh, Robin tilts his hips under you just so. He barely pushes the head of his cock past your folds, teasing you with shallow thrusts that have you squirming all over again - but he just clamps down on your hips more, holding you in place. It only takes a few minutes of this before you're mewling.
"Ready to apologize, sweetheart?" He asks smugly. You can't give him the satisfaction, so you shake your head. He stills.
Something within him snaps, and that cool tone is back, each world dropping from his mouth like ice. "Fine, then. Apologies or not, if you want this dick in you so bad that you can't stay still, then let's see you fucking take it."
He slams all the way into you, and you gasp at the stretch. He's thicker than anyone you've had before and at least eight inches long - where the fuck was he hiding that thing?!
Pulling almost entirely out, he groans only to pound right back in. His pace is steady and every hard thrust skates over your sweet spot by way of sheer volume; he's too girthy not to hit every last inch of your hole. Your clit aches for attention, and even as his fat cock has you gasping and soaked, you realize he's won. Penetration alone has never been enough to get you to orgasm.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, Sir!" You sob, shaking. The thrusts slow down and he rumbles with approval.
"See, that wasn't so hard, now, was it, baby?" His voice is thick - he's just as close as you are. "What do you think, can you behave if I move one of my hands to help get you off?"
You nod desperately, whining affirmatively. He laughs darkly, then slams into you hard enough to knock the wind out of you. "Then beg for it, brat. Tell me how much you need my help, since you can't do it yourself, even with a dick in you."
He's edged you long enough that dignity is no longer a concern - you need to cum so bad that it hurts, that you can feel your pulse in your cunt. "Oh my god, please, I need it - please touch my clit - please, please, Sir, I can't -"
He starts rolling your clit between his fingers, still jackhammering into you. The pleasure hits you all at once in arrhythmic waves, like an earthquake. Your body shakes, walls spasming around his length and dragging him over the edge with you, gasping out your name. He pulses in you, fucking into you through both of your aftershocks until he's spent. The hand by your clit leaves and you hear a click; your arms are free again and he's pulling out of you. He keeps one hand firmly on your hip. "Are you able to stand up without falling, or do you need a minute?"
You stretch your arms, wiggling them to restore blood flow. "Think I'm good."
"Good." You stand up, making yourself decent while he tucks himself back into his suit and puts something in his utility belt - probably fuckin' Batlube or something. He briefly meets your eyes with a crooked grin. "I'll be seeing you, [your name]. Try not to steal any more art while I'm in town, yeah?"
Without waiting for an answer, he's firing his grapple and flying away. When you go to adjust your leggings, you find the jump drive swapped out for a slip of paper with a phone number and "in case I'm right, and you miss me - RR" written on it.
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kimjun · 4 months
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𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 | Jason Todd x reader
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Jason always called after missions, it was something common for you. You were arranging the clothes for your baby who was sleeping in the middle of the bed.Your phone rang, smiling you saw Jason's name, you quickly answered it.
"Love"
Jason's lips spread into a soft smile when he heard your voice on the other end of the line, he was so happy that you answered, sometimes you took a while to answer because you were busy taking care of the baby, always doing something that prevented you from responding quickly.
"Are you okay, love? Getting some sleep?"
Ever since the baby was born, sleeping was something you couldn't do very often, not because the baby cried, but because of the fear that something would happen while you slept.
"It's okay, I miss you… We missed you, say hi to baby daddy"Jason can hear the baby's whimpers.
"Sleeping is still a problem, but we'll figure it out… Are you okay, love?"
Jason almost laughs, he's on the floor with bullet holes all over his body, he doesn't know how he can talk to you without looking like he's dying.
He was watching the stars while talking on his cell phone, he is happy that you answered, he was hoping to have one last call with you. Because he's not coming home.
"Baby, I love you, stay safe, okay?"Jason tries to hide his tears, the thought that he won't see you or your baby grow up hurts more than the bullets in his body.
"I love you too, stay safe and come back to us"
Jason smiles.
"Bruce is waiting for you at the mansion, stay there for a while please, I need to hang up baby, I love you."
Jason hung up.
—I am really sorry honey.
The last breath came out.
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077-vikkus · 10 months
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Just thinking of a Batfamily x reader thingie. Like, imagine Reader being the head of the PR department of Wayne Enterprises and is on the ball with the Wayne family dramatics. Like just imagine!!!!
Reader shaping each fanbase of the Wayne family members so that the public opinion is still positive. Even going as far as taking unconventional risks that are sorta a crime.
Reader: *creeps into Dick's apartment and turns on the electric razor* the world will thank me later.
Dick: *wakes up the next day without his mullet* I've been assaulted!
Reader loosing sleep over the Jason situation, trying to make it seem like he was just kidnapped and that he was totally not a corpse in the ground.
Reader: *photoshops and edits pictures of Jason so it seems that he was kidnapped, rather than dead*
Jason: creepy but hot.
Reader interfering with Tim's bad habits so that the internet stops talking about how the Wayne kids are sleep deprived and underfed.
Reader: *soundlessly walks up behind Tim, knocks him out and tucks him into bed, leaving cookies and milk on his desk*
Tim: *sleeps for like 4 days* why am I in a casket?
Batfam: *crying* we thought you were dead!
Tim: I just have a concussion... I think. :(
Reader trying to get Damian into therapy and making sure that he isn't taking his 'emotional support elephant ' Liba with him to high school.
Reader: *holds up a 72 page contract that includes a list of animals that he is and isn't allowed to bring to school* sign on the dotted line please.
Damian: >:(
Reader: you won't be able to see Jon at his family's farm this weekend if you don't sign.
Damian: *signs contract* :(
Reader, upon realizing the amount of potential opportunities that Alfred has to sue the company, writes up a contact that gives him official health coverage and a hefty vacation allowance.
Reader: *trying to hand Alfred a contract* please, Mr. Pennyworth, if you'd just sign here on the dotted line, you can officially have your vacation days. A very adequate 6 weeks, fully paid.
Alfred: *speed walking away with a smile on his face, Reader chasing after him* no :)
Or Reader, the overworked and overwhelmed PR department head, discovering that their millionaire boss, Bruce Wayne, is Batman and completely exploiting this information so that they can finally have a break from him and his family. The Waynes don't even last two days without Reader-
Reader: *is holding the newspaper, with the headline 'Are Bruce Wayne and Superman in love? What about the scornful ex, Batman?'* ........
Bruce: *is halfway in the Batman suit and sweating*
Reader: 15% raise, 2 extra weeks of vacation and I'll never speak of this ever.
Bruce: ...deal.
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^Reader trying to run from the tomfoolery and stress... aka Damian brought a panther to the playground, Tim has committed arson again and Jason has turned up in their apartment bedroom. Sometimes, they think Dick and Bruce are the more sane ones of the family.
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bia-wayne-west · 2 months
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Mom has a tattoo [Tim Drake x Batmom]
Synopsis: Tim Drake discovers that his mother, Batmom, got a tattoo without anyone knowing.
Characters: Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne and Reader[You]
A/N: I wrote this in a few minutes, I hope it’s good. I made this imagine inspired by the fantastic imagine of @ellana-ravenwood. I hope that you who are reading have fun and enjoy what I wrote. Apologies for bad grammar
Requests are open
MASTERLIST
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It was a surprise for your baby Tim. When he saw the birds drawn on his skin, Tim was by tour side when he noticed.
It all happened when you decided to watch a new TV show on Netflix. First, you made sure all your children, your husband, and Alfred were busy somewhere. Whenever you sit on the big sofa in the living room, one of your babies runs to sit next to you, demanding all your love and attention.
But this time you got confused and forgot to check if Timothy had his eyes on the video game. You were wearing a sleeveless t’shirt and old leggings. Your feet were covered in socks you stole from Bruce's closet.
You were watching the TV show's protagonist lie to her boyfriend. You felt like you were being watched and noticed your third child standing at the entrance to the room with a box of chocolates in his hand. You smiled at Timothy and patted the couch next to him. The boy ran with the candy in his hands, throwing himself next to you with a huge smile on his face.
“I was going down to the Batcave when I noticed you were watching Netflix alone. I came to keep you company, mom.”
“Oh my baby. Thank you for staying here with me.”
When you leaned over to pick up a bag of jelly beans, your hair fell to the side and tour shoulder was exposed. Timothy let out an exclamation of surprise when he saw that you had four birds tattooed on your shoulder. When you returned to your normal position, you noticed your baby looking at you with surprised eyes.
“DO YOU HAVE A TATTOO?” He shouted, pursing his lips.
You laughed and rolled down your shirt sleeve so the boy could see your tattoo in full.
“I did this a month ago. It has a meaning. I have four chicks and I made four birds to have my beautiful chicks with me until the end.”
“ Ah, it’s a beautiful meaning. But I would never have imagined that my mother would get a tattoo. Tattooing is something for young people.”
“Oh my god, Timothy, this really offended me.” You said, placing your hand on your chest while laughing. “ I want to have you with me even when I'm in a coffin and now I have you marked on my skin.”
“We will always be with you, mom. I love you and my brothers too.”
He hugged you tightly, smiling. You smiled back, thinking about the fact that Timothy rarely called Dick, Jason, and Damian brothers. It was unique to see that he really cared about his family.
“I love you, my little bird.”
Your lips kissed Tim's warm forehead. His head touched your shoulder and the two of you continued watching the TV show.
“Mom, when I'm sixteen, can you convince Dick and Jason to get a family tattoo? Like birds or a bat?”
“Of course, my dear. We can also include Bruce and Alfred and of course Damian when he's older."
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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 7 months
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Timmy just needs some love and coffee, he's so awkward and cute 🥰
Here's not that.
"Y/N can you pull up a topographical map?"
"Affirmative." The slightly lilting voice came through the speakers and for just a moment, like it did sometimes it stabbed at his heart. He could see you. Scowling at him over the top of your glasses as you answered him.
The map he asked for blipped onto the screen and he frowned at it. "Y/N can you give me an overlay of the streets and-"
"I don't think that's going to help."
Tim snorted. You were an AI now. Or as close to AI as he could get. Intelligent enough to grouse at him. And it made him miss you even as it burned.
"Well I need-"
"Wha you need is the sewer system. Systems indicate they're moving via the tunnels."
"Shit."
"Yeah, that's usually found there."
"Y/N will you call Bruce? And go stealth mode."
Bruce didn't know about you. No one did. And Tim wanted to keep it that way. The last thing he wanted was a lecture.
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supercap2319 · 8 months
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"Okay, according to an app on my phone. It says that Conner has the biggest cock, but Tim is best at using it amongst the male Titans." Y/N stated as the six other males looked at him like he grew two heads.
Jason looks at him. "How is Tim the best? Everyone knows I'm the best."
"Yeah, tell that to your tick-tac, kid." Hank said.
"I have the list here if you want to know?" Y/N said.
"Tell us." Gar said.
Y/N scrolled down until he found it on his phone. Okay the biggest dicks are: Conner, Gar, Hank, Jason, Tim, and Dick. Best at using them are: Tim, Dick, Gar, Conner, Hank, and Jason."
They were all silent for a moment before Jason broke it. "That's bullshit! I don't underperform."
"And I'm obviously the biggest." Hank said.
"I always knew I was the biggest." Conner smirks.
"I can't believe it says I'm the smallest." Dick said.
"I'm the best at fucking?" Tim chuckled.
"Or how bout you guys drop your pants right now a show me which one of you is best at fucking and the biggest one?" Y/N smirks as he sank to his knees in front of them.
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