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batfamluvr · 3 months

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Valentine's Day with the Batboys

CW❣️: riding, semi-public sex, unconventional aftercare, overstimulation, cunnilingus, bath sex??, mirror sex (if you squint, writer was rushing and it's obvious who they don't read enough of or just don't particularly like.

Dick Grayson had been fucking you well into the night, inside some abandoned building on his patrol. Your body was pressed into the chilly brick wall and his sweaty chest was pressed against your back." Fuuuck," he breathed out and continued his bruising pace.

His thrusts were frenzied and desperate now. Dick's bottom lip had retreated in between his teeth and he was purring into your ear." Perfect," he rasped," pussy." His black and blue gloved hands kneaded every piece of meat and muscle on your body.

"Good girl," he breathed out, trying to retain some sanity." Takin' me so well. So slick and wet." With that, he pulled out at the very last second and came onto your ass cheeks with quivering, tensing thighs and choked groans.

Dick had slid down the wall, huffing and groaning." Happy Valentine's, sweetie," he said, pulling a single vibrantly red rose from his suit pocket and handing it you.

Jason Todd's head was thrown back and his mouth was open in a silent moan as you rode him silly in the bathtub of the hotel he'd rented for you two. Rose petals and vanilla bubbles stuck to the small of your back." Goddamn," he groaned and smacked your ass. The sting was delicious.

" so addictive," he grunts, hands sliding up to cup and play with your tits. A sweet whine flows out of your mouth as his soapy hands circle your nipples, leaving them hardening in the cool air." You're enough to drive a man wild."

Jason almost felt toyed with after a few minutes." Sorry, babe, water sex is not what they make it out be," he coos tauntingly and plows into you. The back of your head was smacking against the mirror. He had you in missionary on the counter. He was trying to cushion the impact of your head, but your gummy walls were cradling his cock perfectly and his focus was having a hard time splitting.

With each thrust, roses and bubbles would hit the floor from where he'd dragged you out of the tub, needing more contact and pleasure. The water made it all feel dry and strenuous. His hand stroked your cheek, eyes soft and juxtaposing his sharp pace. Each snap of his hips had you seeing stars.

He'd ended up coming with his cock down your throat, getting himself a mini-blowjob in the process. Of course he finished you off with his tongue since his cock was down for the count and he's a gentleman.

"Happy Valentine's to us and us only, my love," he purred and drug his finger down your slit, over the overstimulated and throbbing clit he'd sucked dry.

Damian Wayne gazed at your cunt as it stretched over his cock. It was Valentine's Day and he spoiled you rotten. Streamers and balloons were thrown everywhere; half eaten steak and half-drank expensive wine laid on the nightstand of his room.

You'd convinced Damian to let you ride him, to finally be spoiled for once. He sucked in a sharp breath, toned stomach rippling." Beautiful," he stated in a hushed tone. If you didn't know Damian any better, his version of sex-talk would've gone over your head. But it didn't. You blushed and ran a hand through his straight, black locks.

The only sign that he was even alive was his mouth, which was parted into a silent groan. Your thighs locked into a squatting position and you began to bounce on his cock. Damiann grasped your thighs as his back arched up into you." Beloved," he rasped out.

The sheets were sliding off the corners of the bed; the roses and streamers on the mattress were swiftly getting kicked off. Damian had a grip on the ends of your hair, controlling your pace." Harder," he commanded, regaining some dominance." Do I look like I'm made of glass?" A sharp, cracking sound split the grunts and moans. He'd smacked your ass." 'M not. And I don't scare easily so break me, if you can," he scoffed.

It had been at least ten minutes and Damian hadn't cum. Damn him and his stamina. You had cum twice; your thighs were aching and your cunt was pulsing and leaking onto his pelvis. If it weren't for you being the one to convince him to be ridden, you'd have gotten off long ago.

"Dami," you moaned out, hands on his toned chest. He'd lost it; the sultry, almost pornographic spill of his name from your mouth was enough to jerk his hips and have him shoot his seed into you." Shit," he breathed out, hands falling from your hips to your thighs and caressing the aching muscles as he tries to catch his breath.

You stifled chortles at his cussing, since it was so rare. Neither one of you panicked, both so caught in the bliss, and the subconscious knowledge of knowing you were on the pill." I hope I made this V-Day memorable, Dami," you puffed tiredly.

Tim Drake (don't read much of him, sorry) had you on your back, arching up into his mouth. The night of love and passion had started slow---kisses, hickies, and sweet nothings. You'd always believed that Tim enjoyed the foreplay more than the actual sex.

With time, you were able to move the night into something more...erotic. Now your hands were carding through the raven waves as his tongue lapped greedily at your weeping cunt. Pornographic mewls and whines flowed from your lips like a ballad, seducing Tim. His hips were thrusting down into the bed; he was trying to sync his tongue and his hips.

"Yes," you moaned," right there." Tim's tongue fucked in and out of you, two fingers curled in your cunt. The soft scratch of his nails on your pillowy walls was heavenly. It felt as if the bed would levitate you straight to Aphrodite's feet.

Gazing down at him, you could see the ethereality of his features. They were soft, delicate; his pupils were blown and clashing with his electric blue eyes. His plump and supple tongue was shimmering with your body's gratitude before and after he brought you to a planet-imploding orgasm.

Your eyes screwed shut and your back hunched and thighs quivered. Tim's hands clasped around your waist, calming you, bringing you down gracefully. The position you two held looked renaissance painting worthy.

Soon, your thighs relaxed and you slumped on the mattress. With a yawn, you said," so tired, Timmy." His electric eyes flickered to your glowing face." But you haven't eaten your chocolates yet."

Bruce had you on your back, legs pressed to your shoulders as he pounded into you. It was one of his favorite positions when he was feeling passionate. He liked to see your cheeks redden and lips wet and plump from all the kissing. He thought you looked divine like this---a light sheen of sweat coating your face, limps slobbery and plump, eyes glossy and fucked out.

"Bruce," you whined sultrily. He'd already brought you to three celestial shifting orgasms." Please." The makings of a grin crawled up his face and his two of his thumb snaked into your mouth." Again, sweet one," he commanded. You moaned, skin searing with enough lust and desire to make Venus blush.

A light, nearly invisible blush spread over Bruce's cheeks. For a second, the only noises heard were the erotic and lustful sounds of his hips smashing against your used and slimy cunt. His hands were pressed on the backs of your knees, subtly pushing them up farther.

Soon, he came with a shout, falling against your chest and panting. He promptly pulled the condom off and tossed it in the trashcan beside his nightstand. Your arms wrapped around his sweaty and blistering body." Are you okay?" He asked as softly as he could, trying terribly to keep the Batman out of his voice. He rang for Alfred to start a bath and order-in.

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jasontoddsthickbabe · 1 year

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I love me some Jason todd mmmmm he makes me feel all types of things and I love it 🥰 man pussy throbs every time I look at these pics of his or drawings on god he fine 💋💋💋

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year

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Not How His Monday Was Supposed to Go

Bruce Wayne x plus size reader

The new Wayne Enterprises board member has had enough of Bruce’s shit.

Warnings: Bruce is a bit of an asshole and a pig, mention of a family member needing surgery, swearing, reader is a girlboss, Bruce is low-key a sub, implied smut

WC: 1.1k

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When you agreed to act as your father’s representative for Wayne Enterprises as he recovered from surgery, you certainly weren’t expecting the CEO of the company to stroll in three hours late, dark purple bruises littering his muscular neck, dark shades perched on the end of his nose, suit and hair ruffled.

You huffed as he crumpled into the stupidly expensive chair at the head of the table, only four seats down from you. You had to admit he was a very handsome man, with broad shoulders and dark hair that seemed to curl perfectly around his sculpted face. He gave an air of intimidation but his bright blue eyes made him seem approachable. “So what’d I miss?”

And suddenly your attraction to the man was gone.

Every meeting that followed, Bruce would strut into the room several hours late, one time he was already there when everyone arrived but he was asleep and still wearing the same clothes as the day before. Most times, he wouldn’t even show up, but when he did, he wouldn’t contribute anything meaningful to the conversation, simply giving generic anecdotes that related to the women he had seduced.

The most aggravating thing was, you knew how intelligent he could be. Sometimes it would just slip out. He would say something profound and incredibly smart but he would quickly catch himself and wave it off with some half-hearted comment like “or whatever the senator told me last night. Though I could have heard her wrong, her mouth was quite full”. It irked you to no end, especially being the only woman serving on the board.

As the weeks dragged on and your father’s health was improving, your own mental health was going completely downhill and by the time your last day arrived, you were done with this alpha male bullshit that Bruce loved to instigate. So, as your final meeting ended, which Bruce conveniently didn’t attend, you stormed off, ready to give the man a piece of your mind.

Your heels clacked on the polished floor leading to the massive corner office he had claimed for himself. As you neared the huge dark gray doors, you paused for a moment, pulling down your pencil skinny so it sat lower down your plump thighs instead of bunching up, and making sure you didn’t have any of those dreaded button gaps around your considerable bust.

Taking in one last deep breath, trying to will yourself not to straggle the man right as you saw him, you gave a firm knock to the door and walked in.

Your boss was hunched over his desk, intently staring at what appeared to be blueprints. His dark Armani suit jacket was off and hanging over the back of his chair, leaving him in only a white button-up that stretched across the bulk of his muscles.

“Mr Wayne.” He glanced up from his work and a brief look of shock flashed across his face before he steeled his expression once more.

He muttered your name as he pushed his work to the side. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” The words were polite but his tone was anything but. He sounded like a typical frat boy who felt entitled to your attentions and affections. Your face fell into a scowl.

The door shut behind you with a slam, but you did not flinch. “Mr Wayne, this visit will be anything except a pleasure.” You strode forward with all the confidence in the world, anger swirling around you. “I have sat in that boardroom for weeks watching as you indulged men far below your moral and social standing. You have let them run wild, making a fool out of not only themselves but of you and your business.”

Bruce sat back in his chair, eyes wide as he watched you get closer and closer. “And I have had enough. I can see right through you Mr Wayne. You’re a smart man, you’re compassionate and generous, and yet you still act like these worms, pretend to be like them for some dumbass reason.”

You planted your hands onto his desk and loomed over the CEO. “So no matter what you do outside of this office that might redeem your flimsy character, you still let shit like this happen here and that makes you just as bad as those little boys. Fuck you Mr Wayne. Next time I see you, I will kick you in the nuts so hard your kids will feel it.”

And with that you turned and strode out like a conquering hero before realising you forgot something. You stuck your head back into his office. “Oh and go to all your meetings like a goddamn adult.” The door slammed shut on a bewildered looking Bruce who’s pants suddenly seemed a couple sizes too small.

“Wait wait wait. So the first time mom talked to you she cussed you out and threatened to assault you!” Tim exclaimed, eyes wide with shock. Dick and Jason seemed both amused and disgusted while Damian just looked at his father with immeasurable disappointment. Bruce smirked as he watched his boys have a simultaneous meltdown. The question had been a simple one, how did their parents meet, but it seems like they weren’t ready for the answer

“Yep.” He said proudly. “And let me tell you, it was the sexiest thing she’s ever done.”

“Ugh!”

“Gross!”

“Y’all are nasty!”

“Don’t talk about our mother like that!” They all screamed at once and, like usual, came to protect your honour. But Bruce just chuckled.

“She was a powerful woman, what can I say?”

“Was?” You cooed suddenly over his shoulder. “Who’s the one running Wayne Enterprises now?” Your sharp nails dragged along the skin top of his chest where his tight shirt didn’t cover. He shivered under your touch, his entire body going to mush.

You looked up from your now boneless husband to your sons. “Your father was a real piece of work when I first met him but I fixed him up real good.” You purred and pressed the tips of your nails into his skin.

Jason was the first to break, surprisingly. “Jesus Christ!” He cried out, slapping his hands over his ears. Then, they toppled like dominos.

Dick was positively green, Tim had a vein in his neck that looked like it was about to burst and Damian was glaring at the floor. “Go on boys, get out of here before I teach your father another lesson.” In a collective pile, they tumbled from the room, scrambling to get as far away as possible.

Bruce turned swiftly as soon as the boys were out of earshot and grabbed your hips to tug you down onto the chair with him. “Come on, Mrs Wayne, tell me how bad I’ve been.”

Request: Meets her at Wayne Co, she’s a new board member and have a few words for playboy Bruce who misses many meetings

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Jason Todd would have callused hands.

I think about that a lot.

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akairawrites · 8 months

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Can you do a jason todd x reader where they were friends pre death. and when he came back she tried defending tim from him despite being a civilian, and then they later reconcile and she confesses to him that she liked him?

I’m finally replying to this a year later and I’m so sorry! I’m more confident as a writer now. Before I felt as though I didn’t have the ability to fulfill your request, but now I do, so here you go.

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One day, a Teen Titan member called to inform you that Jason was in the Titan's tower. He had incapacitated the other Titans to protect Tim, and they believed you were the only one who could reach him. Without a second thought, you dropped everything and sprinted towards the tower, not even the pouring rain could deter you. As you entered the tower, your heart raced in anticipation. You hadn't rehearsed what you would say to him; you didn't have the time.

“When I died no one cared! No one remembered!”

His voice echoed through the halls, sounding different from when you were both fifteen, yet still sending shivers down your spine. You traced the voice to the Hall of Fallen Titans. Bursting through the double doors, you were overwhelmed with a gut-wrenching feeling as you saw him standing there, alive, while Tim lay bloodied and bruised on the floor, with Jason holding a knife menacingly over him.

The most heart-wrenching sensation surged within you as you laid eyes on him, alive and standing there. It instantly brought back memories of the day you learned of Jason Todd's passing. You recalled falling into Bruce's comforting embrace as he stood at your doorway, and the countless nights you spent yearning for Jason's presence. You even remembered the moment you realized you were in love with him at just fifteen years old.

“Jason!" His heart skipped a beat as he slowly turned to see you, the person he dreamt of reuniting with, not just through your bedroom window. Every moment you believed he was gone, he was right there with you. You cautiously approached, taking the knife from his trembling hands, letting it fall to the floor. "Jason," you said softly, uncertainty filling your voice.

Cradling his masked-covered face in your hands, you gently removed the mask, revealing the green eyes you had missed so dearly. Tears welled up in your eyes as you pulled him into a tight embrace, and he reciprocated, holding onto you as if he might lose you again.

He didn't want you to see him in this monstrous state he had become. Guilt consumed him for causing you so much pain over the past six years, even though he wasn't truly present.

“I cared, I remembered.”

⋆

A week later, Bruce finally granted you permission to visit Jason after everything that had transpired. He thought it best to give Jason some time to clear his mind. Alfred led you to Jason's room, and after a moment's hesitation, you knocked. Hearing a faint "come in," you entered and sat beside him on his bed.

He hadn't expected to see you so soon. "Bruce gave me the green light to come and check up on you. I wanted to see how you were doing," you explained, closing the door behind you. As he looked down at the floor, he sat up, allowing you to see the scars that covered his bare back. "I'm sorry," he uttered, gripping your hands as his eyes filled with guilt and sorrow.

"You don't need to apologize. I understand you were scared and angry," you reassured him. Jason wiped away his tears, gazing into your eyes. He moved his hand from yours to cup your face. "Nothing could ever change the way I feel about you."

You pushed aside any lingering anxiety, determined not to lose him again. "I love you, Jason," you confessed, giving him the confidence to pull you close, and finally, your lips met in a long-awaited, blissful kiss

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imdeadinsidesiriuslydead · 10 months

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Quickly | Bart Allen x reader

Rivals/enemies to lover (if you squint)

not requested

warnings: innuendos, cursing, that’s it. Not proof read

summary: training after a really bad mission.

You couldn’t believe Bart. He had the perfect opportunity to catch Slade but went too fast and slipped.

he went too fast.

You didn’t know what is was about him, but ever since you joined young justice, you couldn’t stand him.

he worked off of impulses. I mean you should have guessed that, it is his name.

He didn’t stick to the plan, and effectively ruined it.

even after a few days it bothered you, it was still ingrained into memory. It haunted you. It pissed you off.

HE pissed you off.

Red tornado had scheduled sparing training for the team today. You had hoped you would get paired with Anita or Kon.

But as Red called out your names, your heart sank. You looked over at Bart. He smirked and you wanted to die.

You went into the practice room and got into fighting positions. You prepared yourself for him to hit you at light speed and try to predict where he would appear next before he could land another punch.

As he ran up to you, you tried to shield yourself, but he punches landed on your middle sections. Knocking the wind out of you for a second.

you quickly recovered, successfully locating his next move and blocking his punch and striking him in the stomach and jaw. He landed on the floor.

You stood in victory. Glad to have won round one.

Bart snared as he got up. He wasn’t gonna lose again. He wasn’t gonna be what Wally said he was. And he knew just how to push your buttons.

“You know, you should have tried that move on Slade, maybe he wouldn’t have put you out of the running and you could have stopped him before I had to fix your mess.” He said with a shit eating grin.

“My mess? You mean your mess.” You shot back. “You slipped and let him get away.”

“You could have gotten him on the mission before that. But is it only when I mess up that it’s wrong?” Impulse yelled back.

“he knocked me out last time!” You yelled

“Then you weren’t quick enough!” Bart yelled as he got into his fighting position again.

“You ditched the plan, you slipped, and the criminal got away!” You yelled as you charged him.

he dodged your attack, speeding up and hitting you in the legs, knocking you off balance.

”I saw an opportunity and I took it! Is that so hard to understand?” Bart screamed as he knocked you over again.

You tried to charge him again, but quickly zoomed away to the other side of the room. You ran again but he was father again. You grumbled in frustration.

“What am I too fast for you?” He asked with a smirk.

“Too fast to play fair.” You snap as you get into a ready position for round three

“Oh you want fair? Fine have it your way. I’ll slow down for you.” He laughed.

“No don’t slow down, I’ll finish you off.” You said as you grounded you feet.

“that a threat or a promise?” He asked with a smirk.

“both asshole.” You snap. He runs forward and you two collide.

he pushes against your frame trying to knock you over with his sheer strength.

“Don’t worry, I’ll finish this quickly.” He smiles as he pushes against you harder.

“bet that’s not the only thing you finish quickly.” You shot back, smiling when his grin dropped.

he ran back and lean forward at super speed trying to hit you with everything he’s got.

You block his punches and manage to get a few in before you advance forward and knock him over, not before he grabs you by the waist and drags you down with him.

you land on top of him, both breathing to heavy to say a thing. You pull back and look into his eyes to find his golden eyes already staring back.

You becoming hyper aware of how close your chest is to his. How your breathing becomes synched and how your body fit perfectly on top of his.

“Well,” Bart starts staring into your eyes with his clouded with someone you hadn’t seen before. “You got me on my back, now what?” He asked. His face was soft, almost innocent like. Almost.

you lean into closer to his face as his breathing hitched. His puffy hair falling around his head like a halo. His eyes falling soft as he gazed up into yours, as if he was mesmerized.

you lean close to his ear as he eyes fell closed “I’ll finish this quickly.” You whispered back.

He had no time to register what you said, not after you landed a punch square in his face,knocking him out cold.

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chubbygirlfics · 2 years

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Oh really? | dick Grayson

Warnings. Plus size reader!

Summary. Dicks picks you up when you doubt he can

Dick has asked several times to let him pick you up

But your answer is always the same, “no dick, you can’t pick me up…physically” , It actually made him train and work out extra hard because you didn’t think he was strong enough too.

He finally gets tired of you saying no, because who are you to decide he’s not strong enough to pick up his girl, I mean come on just look at the muscles on this dude.

“C’mon baby, just let me pick you up one time and I promise I won’t ask again” he begs, You lift a eyebrow “Hm, well I know that’s a lie dick, if I let you you do end up actually lifting me up you’ll just keep asking” you answer

“Ha! So you do think there’s a possibility I can lift you up” he smirks “Yeah for maybe like..2 seconds” you state, “y/n I work with Batman, and I can fight like, five people at a time..and you still doubt I can pick you up”

You make a thinking face “uhhh, yeah” you smile, he rolls his eyes, when you turn your back he whispers “you just wait and see”

He runs up behind you and picks you up, holding your arms down so you can fight him off, he holds you up for about 3 minutes despite your protests and sets you on the counter

“Dick!” You yell slapping his arm, “what you told me I couldn’t do it so I proved you wrong” he laughs, you playfully roll your eyes “your so annoying… now do it again” you ask putting your arms around him “Gladly” he answers

Perhaps you were wrong, but you did find your new favorite thing…dick picking you up

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battylovinstuff · 10 months

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#batfamily #batman x reader #batman and robin #dc batman #bruce wayne #batman #damian wayne #red robin #richard grayson #red hood #jason todd x plus size reader #jason todd #tim drake #dc robin #dick grayson #dc comics #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne x batmom

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ms-nesbit · 1 year

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Casa Blanca

(a sequel to Blink; part of the Read It and Weep jason todd x reader series)

summary: It is reader's first appearance at the Wayne Manor, let alone a Wayne gala. A game ensues, followed by an interaction with Jason in the garden.

warnings: mentions of racism and the KKK, brief jealousy from Jason, and flirty Dick Grayson

words: 4.5k

note: jason is 23 in this series; i'm probably gonna write a third part to this, but haven't decided. if i did, it would be an ode to one of my favorite dramatic novels of all time.

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Littered with conceited figures, the Wayne family - with the exception of Duke and Damian - entertained the affluent and powerful guests, easing the pressure off of Alfred and Bruce.The adoptive siblings played a game of Heads, in which the player with the greatest number of entertained guests - and fewest complaints - wins.

Dick, as charmed as he was, submitted the winning crown to his younger sister, Cass, who, for a reason she refuses to admit, wears a bubbly, charismatic allure that ensnared the unknowing (albeit selfish) company.

Yet most eyes were on Jason, his taller figure standing out from the crowd of wealth, with his arm draped loosely around y/n’s shoulders. He wore his signature ensemble: a black tailored suit decorated with patchwork of deep rouge; he knew, however, that his body and regard, or lack thereof, of the gala was not the fruitful topic of the evening; rather, the person under his arm, sporting a currant sweater dress, its turtleneck layering over her sternum and lower neck, barely catching the ends of her casually-kept hair.

Their lax appearance carried through the Wayne Manor as they strolled, unbothered by the glances (and few glares) from the visitors; Jason pridefully smirked, knowing how pleased he was with y/n’s dismissal of the dress code — as, past her dress, she wore black stockings, torn asymmetrically throughout, and tall black combat boots. Her face (bare with all but the smudged eyeliner) - along with her entire outfit, rebelled against the unspoken rules of the galas, disrespecting (and disgusting) some of the guests.

“Jason has a girlfriend?” one said.

“Not surprised. So trashy.” another spat, rolling his eyes.

And almost simultaneously, the Wayne siblings’ phones chimed (or vibrated), the groupchat exploding with outwardly suppressed emotions.

Spoiler Alert!: DUDE SHES HOT

Red robin (yumm): ikr

Dickhead: don’t harass her, please! We all know how rare it is that Jay gets a girlfriend, so let’s please not scare her away.

Duke of earl: IM COMING DOWN RN STALL FOR ME

“Master Todd,” Alfred began, holding back a grin, “I see that you have a guest this evening. I do welcome you to Wayne Manor, Miss…”

“Y/n. You don’t need to call me Miss, Sir. It’s all good.” y/n smiled widely.

Alfred nodded. “Pleasure is mine, Miss y/n. I do hope that you enjoy your time here tonight, and if you have any questions about the lavatory, don’t hesitate - I know it can be easy to lose one’s self here.” he stepped out of Jason and y/n’s path, flashing a grin and approving nod at Jason.

As the crowd subsided its murmurs, the quartet’s music rose to the air, signaling y/n to offer Jason her hand. “May I have this dance?” her eyes glistened up at him.

“As you wish.” Jason replied, slipping an arm around y/n’s back as they began to sway together. They were unbothered by the occasional glances from nearby guests, staring at each other as the lights dimmed, chatter muted, and rouse subdued into a mere moment shared between them. Jason’s middle finger traced along some of the knit pattern on y/n’s back, humming along with the quartet’s tune.

“You know,” Jason smiled cheekily, to which y/n mirrored, “if you keep this up, they may kick you out of the mansion.” his brow twitched.

“Oh, my stars.” y/n rolled her eyes sarcastically, removing a hand from around Jason’s neck to press against her forehead dramatically. “What ever will I do without Bruce Wayne’s extravagencies?” As y/n finished her last word in a mocking Southern accent, Jason pressed his lips together to stifle laughter, his eyes shifting to look behind her.

“Jason, I see you have a guest with you tonight.” a male voice spoke seriously behind y/n, startling her as she jumped a bit and turned around to face the man.

Jason’s eyes flickered at y/n before quickly moving to Bruce. “Bruce, this is y/n, my…”

“Friend.” y/n innocently grinned, her eyes unmatching her overly warm tone. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Bruce stated, voice unwavering. “I just wanted to introduce myself before Jason’s siblings do. Seems that they have met you before.”

Y/n shook her head, puzzled. “I don’t believe so…I talked with this guy Dick over the phone, but haven’t seen anyone. Though I met Alfred, who’s nice.”

“Alfred has been with us for decades.” Bruce replied matter-of-factly. “I hope you enjoy your time tonight, y/n. Nice meeting you.”

“You, too.” y/n barely spoke before whipping her head back at Jason, eyes bulging and face reddened with embarrassment.

Jason chuckled, throwing his head back. “That couldn’t have gone better, oh my god.”

“Stop laughing, you infant!” y/n teased, still blushing. “You could have told me!”

Rolling his eyes, Jason remarked, “Trust me: you are much better than the last person I brought home, who ended up stealing some of Bruce’s valuable items. And Dick’s underwear.”

Y/n gaped at the tall man, stunned. “You’ve gotta tell me that story later, there is no way—”

“Hi!” a voice interrupted y/n mid sentence, drawing the couple’s attention. “You must be y/n!”

It was Tim, wearing an all-black suit and tie, height drastic from Jason. He goofily grinned, eyes energetic. “Y/n, this is Tim, my younger brother.” sighed Jason.

Y/n grinned kindly. “Hey, Tim, nice to meet you!”

As y/n and Tim chatted, Jason checked his phone, which vibrated continuously in his suit pants pocket.

Cass: has anyone talked to her yet?

Dickhead: bruce told me he met her. Apparently, she was mocking the gala and pissing off some of the guests.

Red robin (yumm): LMAOOO why am i not surprised

Spoiler alert!: sounds like my new best friend

Duke of earl: alfred told me he met her, too. He approves

Spoiler alert!: red riding hood’s found his mate?????

Jason let out an exasperated sigh as he finished the string of messages, catching Tim’s attention from the conversation with y/n. “Everyone’s pretty excited to meet her, Jay, what can we say?” he shrugged awkwardly.

“I think the feeling’s mutual. Anyone play games here with all these fancy parties?” y/n asked, drawing a laugh and affirmative nod from Tim.

“All the time. Usually to see how many people we can distract with small talk, but we used to play other ones - Jay, remember the one you used to play with Dick to see how many ‘kick me’ signs you could stick on people’s backs?”

Jason smiled mischievously. “Sure do.” he chimed proudly. “And once I kicked Commissioner’s ass, too. Bruce wasn’t too pleased with that one.” he recounted to y/n, who snickered in response.

“Serves him right for not giving the joker the chair.” she muttered under her breath, causing Tim to nudge at Jason suggestively. “But yeah, I’m down to play. Where is the rest of your family?” y/n asked Jason and Tim.

“Letting them know now.” Tim replied, texting on his phone.

Within minutes, each of the siblings trickled into view, introducing themselves to y/n, including a timid Damian and an even more shy Duke, who barely pushed a word out before choking on his gum and abruptly leaving. While this occurred, Jason drew small, delicate circles on the small of y/n’s back, reminding her that she wasn’t alone, despite his face growing more impatient with each sibling’s eager self-introduction.

“Which one is your favorite so far?” Jason leaned in to whisper into y/n’s ear.

Y/n shrugged. “I like them all so far. Nobody’s a dick.”

Jay chortled. “Well, here he is.” as his eyes pointed to a tone man in a black and navy-embellished suit, brushing his hair back. “Y/n, this is the dickhead you spoke to on the phone.” Jay smiled boastfully, pleased with his words.

“I’m Dick, but yes, it is nice to meet you in person, y/n.” he flashed y/n a genuine grin. “I’ve gotta say that I like how you shook the dress code up a bit. It looks good on you.”

Jason sharply exhaled through his nose, jealousy bubbling in the center of his esophagus. “Oh, hi, Dick. Weird that I’d be meeting you last out of your big family.” y/n treaded her words carefully, distancing herself from the overwhelming subject. “Tim told me you guys play a game. Would you mind if we all played something a little different? I don’t want to impose or anything.”

The corner of Dick’s mouth twitched, wanting to express sympathy. “Not a problem. What kind were you thinking? I think I can let everyone know and we could meet in the back garden.” he motioned his head to the double-doors beside the throuple, leading to a display of shrubbery and distant (and mindfully placed) wildflowers.

Jason’s fingers moved to hold y/n’s hip, giving her a quick squeeze as his eyes never left Dick. “I was thinking we could try to find out who has the best gossip out of everyone?” Y/n spoke uncertainly, cocking her head to the side.

“That actually sounds—”

“Great!” Steph chimed from behind the throuple, interrupting their conversation. “Oh my god, why didn’t we think of that?” she added, rather loudly. “I’ll send the text now and let everyone know. We’re about to rile some shit up, girl.”

After Steph trotted off, phone in hand, y/n beamed up at Jason, who returned the smile. “I told you they’d like you, Baby.” he purred, pulling y/n closer to him with the hand on her hip. “Besides, even if they didn’t, that would mean more time alone for us.” He flashed her a suggestive look, emitting a wave of goosebumps on y/n’s neck and arms.

Dick noticed the coquettish attitude on Jason, along with y/n’s flushed giggle, and excused himself. “I’ve got some things I gotta do, but I’ll be meeting you both out in the gardens, yeah?”

Y/n and Jason nodded, eyes still fixated with each other.

After Dick disappeared into the crowd, Jay moved his hand to rest on y/n’s other hip, bringing her in front of him to dance; his grip remained firm on y/n, as if afraid to find out if he let go, or if she would slip from his reach; y/n noticed this, but said, with a step closer to the taller man, and a finger twisting in the hair behind his head, that there was no need to worry — his fears were fictional, and in this moment, only his desire (to be held for no reason other than to care; to be gazed at without a trick upon her sleeve, or acicular disloyalty to be soon displayed) should be realized.

Jason’s breath hitched as he realized, again, how comfortable y/n remained with him despite knowing his identity. Surely, he thought, self-doubt waltzing in his conscious, y/n doesn’t know how bad it was.

But…she did. In fact, in the period between their first exchange in the dark alley and the following at Gomez’s, y/n utilized her connections to seek more information about the hooded shadow. It seemed as if the media disliked him through and through, regardless of his obvious aversion to harming the vulnerable, the innocent. And in those police reports, eyewitness accounts, intentionally hidden in (poorly) encrypted files, y/n felt more in awe than ever that such a ‘woeful’ being had a heart, a beating one pumping compassion and morality in a reality that lacked such a necessity.

Love is a strong word for y/n, though one she glossed over in studies, or in the tales in which she’d drown herself; she felt the heavy syllable rolling from her tongue effortlessly, smooth like top-shelf scotch. But the word was silent, a secret she had yet to reveal to Jay, and she, too, danced in trepidation, watching her footwork along the grass of glass shards;

He was once a story to her, a protagonist with adventures and feats under his belt that y/n only read about; The Tales Of Red Hood were the stories she’d fall asleep to on those nights, and the ones she’d retell herself during the daytime, eyes scanning whatever building he may live in (if he did). And the nights that he would visit her, to validate her sanity (and even bring a bit of safe tidings, if he allowed her).

“They look surprisingly good together.” Cass was half surprised at her own observation as she stared at the pair dancing in the other end of the crowd.

Steph dreamily sighed and nodded. “Don’t they?”

Nearly rolling her eyes to the back of her head, Cass stuck her tongue out in disgust. “So weird.”

“Right?” Duke popped out from…somewhere, as always. “I mean, how is someone actually into him?”

“And I heard she knew about Hood, too. They’re relaxed with each other, though. Haven’t ever really seen him this comfortable with someone.” Cass sadly added, looking away from the pair to distract herself.

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The Wayne siblings each excused themselves from the party to congregate outside in the garden. They met before the gazebo, “just past the phallic shrubs,” as Tim put it. The eight of them gathered in a rugged circle, awkwardly standing in silence before Dick spoke up.

“I explained this to everyone in the groupchat, y/n, but you came up with this great idea for a little—”

“Tournament!” Tim completed, with more enthusiasm than usual. “This is gonna be great, guys. I think we should split up into teams—”

“No way should we do teams, Restaurant Company.” Jason argued.

“Yes! Every man for themself!” Damian chanted, fists clenched.

Barbara sighed. “And woman.”

The group snowballed into an incoherent string of arguments, y/n indecisive as to which she wanted to pay attention.

Jason, concerned for y/n’s confusion, had enough. “Okay!” The bickering stopped abruptly, followed by an exchange of glances between Steph and Cass. “How about we let y/n explain herself?”

“Thank you.” y/n whispered to Jason. “I think we should do two rounds: round one will be teams, with the losing team disqualified; round two will be the winning team broken into individuals to compete for the win.”

“How should we pick teams?” Barbara asked.

“That’s a good question.” y/n agreed, pondering for a moment before answering, “People wearing cool colors should be team one, and people wearing warm colors should be team two.”

“You only did that so you could be on a team with your boyfriend!” Steph teased, causing a ruckus of dramatic “oooh”s.

Y/n admitted, “Yes, that is true. Would you rather I be on the opposing team? I mean, one could argue that this shade of red is cool.”

Damian corrected, “Actually, it is cool, and Duke and Dick are neutral shades—”

“But I think I’m okay being cool while Duke is warm, right?” Dick commented, awaiting Duke’s hesitant nod. “So it’s settled: Duke, Jason, Damian, Tim, and Barbara are on team one; y/n, Cass, Steph, and I are on team two. Sound good, everyone?” Everybody nodded, some appearing more displeased with their assignment than others. “Cool. Any questions?”

Damian raised his hand. “How do we determine what ‘gossip’ is good? Is there a tier system we should follow, or could you give us examples?”

“I actually thought that it would be based off of what would be most surprising about each guest.” Barbara frankly answered. “I mean, if, for example, the mayor’s wife turns out to be supporting something very progressive, then that would be a medium shocker; however, if the mayor himself admits to having been a drag queen before his political uprising, then that would be top tier, at least.”

“Really? I don’t see it to be surprising at all.” Steph commented genuinely.

Dick sighed. “If we don’t decide something, then we’ll be here all night. Whoever gets the most information without the use of any devices or aid from others, wins.”

The group accorded well to the decision, immediately dividing to either group. Before Jason left y/n’s side, he snuck a peck on her cheek, and a low “Let me know if you need anything, Loser.”

It drew a gasp from y/n. “Mr. Todd, are you insinuating that I will be defeated?”

“You are going down.” Tim motioned, chest puffed out in competitiveness.

The gang of siblings returned to the gala, dispersing among the crowd of socialites. Barbara rolled to a trio of policemen, inserting herself in the conversation about pursuit expenditures; her body language was cool, but interested, her shoulders back and hands at her lap as she listened.

“Jefferson, I’m sure you’ve finished the report by now. Captain is gonna be pretty pissed if she found out that you spent most of your time at parties…”

“...and clubs.” another colleague finished, his eyes motioning to Barbara, who was still listening astutely. “Your wife won’t be too happy about the ‘investigations’ at the Gotham Lotus.” Bingo, Babs thought to herself before waving to a woman, rolling away to move toward her.

Meanwhile, Cass and Dick attracted a crowd of guests, offering up stories while acting them out theatrically.

“...and Bruce told me we’re out of milk!” Dick finished, the crowd erupting in a cacophony of laughter.

As a few of the guests returned to their individual conversations, an older gentleman approached the pair, offering advice. “When I was your age, my mother was as rough as a storm. Now, she was around long before the great dust bowl, but she made sure she gave us a wallop if we were ungrateful.

“But on her deathbed,” the man looked down, eyes full of emotion, “she told me why she was the way she was.”

Dick nodded. “You guys had it hard during your time. My parents…before they passed, they told me stories. They had little snippets of the past like train tickets, ticket stubs, all that, but the truth really isn’t found as easily as it should be.” he crossed his arms, upset at his own words.

“And she wasn’t even mine. She took me in after the dust bowl.” the gentleman finished, voice wavering with age and remorse. He exchanged a brief moment with Dick and Cass, who both offered an embrace, before Dick walked him back over to his caretaker, the man still recounting tales to the taller aerialist.

At the children’s territory, Duke and Damian entertained the kids using their individual tactics: Duke played tea party with the girls, awkwardly hunching in a child’s seat as he was fed plastic salmon and broccoli as the girls flaunted their knowledge about their parents, one alleging that she “has two mommies, one that daddy doesn’t tell my real mommy about”; Damian chose to pursue information directly, bribing the children with candy or chocolate. He handed a skittle for each ‘truth,’ one boy earning five skittles by revealing that his cousin was a henchman for Poison Ivy.

As the grandfather clock struck ten o’clock, the Wayne siblings met back in the garden, as agreed upon, wearing broad smiles (or, in Jason’s case, a disgusted look, as one widow expressed her feelings for him). They naturally parted into their groups, facing each other as they waited for directions from Dick.

“So, we’ll all take turns talking. I have the noise level meter with me here - the higher the meter, the better the points. Who wants to go first?”

Placing the noise level meter directly between either group, Dick removed a notepad and pencil from his back pocket, drawing a t-chart and labeling one side ‘cool’ and another ‘warm’. He then turned his chin up at Damian, whose hand was raised, to begin.

Dick took notes as the LCD display of the meter counted the decibels of the group’s reaction, the static noise humming abrasively. He also, on a separate side of the pad, marked a tally for each time y/n and Jason exchanged glances. The tally was at fifteen before it was Jason’s turn to speak.

“So I found out a couple of things,” he began, blowing air from his teeth. “I don’t know how to really say this without sounding crass, but apparently Representative Smith had an uncle who was in the KKK.”

The meter shook with vibration as the group exploded at the bombshell. “What?!” Dick shouted, jaw dropping.

“And he invited me to lunch last year.” Duke huffed.

“I’m sorry. He apparently thinks that it was relevant in the conversation—”

Steph blurted, “What was it even about?!”

Jason, stoic, looked right at Steph. “Separation of church and state, which he’s apparently against in his coming political race.”

Again, the group bellowed, followed by a few iterations of curses.

“The only other thing was that the old hag, Ms. Stevenson? The one whose husband, a firefighter, died while saving someone from one of Joker’s arson attempts? She hit on me, and said, and I quote, ‘she could offer a better price than y/n has.’”

The bunch fell silent, eyes wandering over to y/n for a reaction. She stood, covering her mouth with a hand as she attempted to stifle a laugh. Her focus lasered in on Jason, expression amused and harmless before she lost control and erupted into laughter, breaking the tension in the garden. “There ain’t no way this geriatric patient said that to you.”

Jason gawked, visibly offended as he placed his hands on his hips. “Excuse me, Bookgirl, but I have suitors too, y’know.”

Y/n straightened her dress, completely silent as she felt the Wayne family’s eyes on her. She stalled for a moment, staring up at the stars absentmindedly, before crossing her arms in front of her and resting her weight on her right leg, her boot toe facing out. She ran her lip along her bottom lip and bit down on it as she finally said, “That why you followed me for a month?” in a condescending manner, her nose wrinkling. The group broke out in loud commentaries, Tim and Duke patting Jason’s large back jokingly before he gave each of them quick but icy glares.

Dick jotted down the decibels, a smirk apparent on his face. He then motioned his hands up and down, suggesting the group subsided their cheers. As the emotion subdued, Dick focused on his notes, adding up each count for a total from either group. When he finished (and double checked his math), he said, “I have the totals.”

The group stared at him in anticipation, and he announced, “Duke, Damian, Tim, Jason, and Babs — you are the winners of this round. Unfortunately for us,” he turned to his own team, “we were shy just 11 points. But you all did an exceptional job.” he smiled at each of his mates individually, giving y/n a warmer grin than the others.

Noticing the glance, Jason spoke out. “Y’know, as much as I like gathering intel from these rich snobs, I think I wanna dip. Dickhead, wanna have anyone take my place?” he added.

“Cass, you wanna take his place?” Dick immediately questioned, which received a feverish nodding from Cass.

Jason offered y/n his elbow for her to take, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. “Wanna take a walk with me?” he asked.

Y/n obliged, and the pair saluted the group, most of whom were already shuffling back inside to compete against each other for the crown (whatever it may be).

As the two strolled on the pebbled path, the moon shone down on them; it reflected off of Jason in particular, allowing y/n to see his features in the otherwise dark night before she turned her head to look at the intricate landscaping. Her hands’ grip tightened around his forearm, instantly reminding him of their first encounter; she did not notice, however, that his focus was on her, appreciating the beacon of moonlight painting her skin; her grin shone far greater than the moon, and each smile wrinkle that appeared on her cheeks as she expressed herself sparked a heat underneath Jason’s tailored suit, in his beaten and scarred chest, underneath the cosmetic wear. He wanted to carry her, watch y/n’s hair as it floated against the gravity - wretched gravity - wearing her down, but her attention was so pure as she examined the array of rose bushes and jasmine vines, stopping briefly to smell them in their dream state. He watched her as she looked attentively, paying mind to their delicate condition.

Before she realized Jason left her side, y/n turned to lay eyes on a white lily, plucked from its stem, presented before her. With a momentary gesture, y/n stood still as Jason tucked the lily safely on her ear, kissing her forehead. “ Lilium Casa Blanca; a casa blanca lily. It has different names, but it is one of the only varieties in this garden that blooms at night.” Jason informed y/n, standing right in front of her, her eyes at level with his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her, closing the gap between them as he held her in a firm embrace.

“I begged Bruce to plant more of these when I lived here.” he stated, chin resting on y/n’s head. “I used to stay up here late at night, unaccustomed to the living arrangement, and, I dunno. Kind of bummed me out that there were no night flowers. Coming here would be my solace — other than in the kitchen with Alfred, or my alone time in the library. And when I met Poison Ivy, she told me about some of the other things we could grow here.” He felt y/n’s body relax in his arms, smiling at the reaction. He opened his mouth to continue, but closed it again, wanting to relish the moment with her instead. Y/n’s hands tucked between them, resting on the poplin material covering his broad chest.

She was his solace, Jay hoped, as she curled herself on him; she was brighter than the stars that dared try to shine brighter than she; y/n was the gardener tending to her duties, and Jason the rosebush with prickly thorns admonishing her away — it wasn’t his fault that he sported such needle-prick thorns on his skin, simply a mechanism he developed as he evolved into adulthood. And just as he turned his petals away, shielding himself from the painful jab he expected, he felt water trickling down from above, looking to see y/n replenishing him. She wore her thickly insulated gloves as she handled him, unbothered by the thorns he donned, and realized: y/n knew. She knew of his condition, his development, but chose to alleviate his troubles, becoming a sanctuary for him under her touch.

I love you bore such immense vulnerability he didn’t dare share to anyone before; Jason was a stranger to this comfort, this safety, and was terrified of her leaving. Too wrapped in his thoughts, he was unaware that he spoke them aloud, into the chilled and naked night, and to y/n.

“I love you too, Jason.” she responded, smiling into his chest as she melted in his arms.

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 9 months

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Batman and Hannibal AU : Where to go?

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/QvTEw6r

by Wittysunflower

Sometimes you don’t know things that you thought you knew. Where life brought (y/n) to a beautiful place, she should have been cautious because everything you see isn’t always what it seems and beautiful place isn’t always what they say.

Words: 6845, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Hannibal (TV), Batman - All Media Types, DCeased (DC Comics)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Chubby Reader - Character, Plus size reader - Character, midsize reader - Character, Curvy Reader - Character, Hannibal Lecter, Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake, Original Characters

Relationships: Bruce wayne x chubby reader, Bruce wayne x curvy reader, Bruce wayne x plus size reader, Bruce wayne x midsize reader, Batman x chubby reader, Hannibal Lecter x chubby reader, Hannibal Lecter x plus size reader, Hannibal Lecter x midsize reader, Hannibal Lecter x curvy reader

Additional Tags: Blood and Violence, Blood and Gore, Angst, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Fantasy, Abusive Relationships, Toxic Relationship, Emotional Manipulation, Dark, Starvation, Extreme diet, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Unhealthy diet

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/QvTEw6r

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

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youwerenevermeanttofeelalone · 3 years

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Pretty Kitten — kinktober 2021

✦ pairing — Tim Drake x female!Plus Size Reader

✦ kinks — mommy kink, pegging, kitten play.

✦ additional warnings — male masturbation, cunnilingus, use of a strap-on, there are mentions of cum, female and male orgasms.

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you sit on a lounge chair, watching him stroke his cock. He looks so pretty all the damn time, but especially like this.

his eyes are on you as he moves his hand up and down and almost scared of losing control of the situation, you press your thighs together.

you’re wet, how could you not be with such a view? It’s not like he doesn’t know the effect he has on you, but he needs to remember who’s in charge.

although, by the erratic sound of his breathing, he probably can’t think straight anymore. Then he whimpers, “Mommy.” And you know your assumptions are right.

his tone makes you coo in reflex, What’s wrong, kitten? He wants to speed up, to come, you know.

but Tim can’t bring himself to say it. Your eyes can’t move from his cock even if you try, and you want to hear him some more.

you love watching him do anything, but there’s a special kind of thrill that goes down your spine when he just wants to come and nothing else.

you ask him to speed up and he doesn’t have to be told twice. He always listens, even when things don’t go his way, but he’s especially playable today.

you clench your thighs some more at the sight of him jerking off just for you, with his head thrown back, showing you the collar you bought him adorning his neck.

you were smart when you bought the chair you were sat on, the seat was deep enough to allow you to slide down while still resting your back against the backrest. Able to lift your legs onto the bed, you place your antsy hands on your thighs.

Tim isn’t loud, he sighs and cants his hips, his moans are usually low or released in your ear.

you’re too far away to have the pleasure of hearing him properly this time so you demand him to be louder.

he groans at first, but he doesn’t defy you. He needs to come badly, and he turns loud just for you, just to give you the show you wanted.

you can’t stop yourself anymore and open your legs. The gesture helps him get there, the reminder of what’s to come eggs him on.

he comes around his fist, mewling. Tim’s breathing heavily, taut stomach covered in a thin later of sweat mixed with ropes of cum.

you give him time to recover, even ask if he needs anything. He says he doesn’t, and you believe him for now.

still, you stand up and disappear for a moment in search of a towel.

Tim smiles at you as you come back, yet shivers at the contact of your skin with his. Your palm is at the height of his ribs while you clean him up with the towel in your other hand.

he sits up, looking up at you. There’s something about having him in the palm in your hand that drives you crazy.

you pull your panties to the side, teasing him. “Look at what you did.”

he doesn’t have to look, yet he allows himself the pleasure. Tim licks his lips, hungry eyes on your glistening pussy.

“Gonna be good and take responsibility for your actions, kitten?”

his tongue is out in a millisecond. Tim almost reaches over until he remembers you haven’t given him permission.

but when you do, he pulls your panties down in a single motion and buries his head between your thighs.

one of your hands rests on his shoulder while the other combs through his hair. He’s so obedient, you can’t help but reward him by playing with his hair.

he laps and laps, using long and short strokes interchangeably. Tim is determined to make you cum, he sucks and licks as much as he can.

you tug on his hair as you gasp and moan, you can feel an orgasm approaching. He grabs at your thighs, steadying you.

his tongue doesn’t stop, not even when you come. He licks you clean, albeit careful, and looks up. His short nails sink in your soft thighs as he refuses to let go of you.

he’s silently begging, frowning when you tilt your head.

in all fairness, you’re still reeling from coming on his tongue. But that doesn’t stop you.

want me to fuck you? you ask. He nods eagerly and you smile. Pretty kitten wants mommy to make him come, nothing else.

you gotta get him ready. He lays down at your command, watching as you reach for the drawer where your toys are.

you lube him up before anything else. Your finger merely plays around his asshole at first and he impatiently whines.

he’ll thank you later. Behave, you sternly tell him and he immediately shut up.

that’s until you slip the tip of your finger in. Tim lets out a shuddering breath, extending his hand as he attempts to touch yours. So needy.

you allow him to take your hand, and he guides it to his cock. He’s always preferred your touch over his, in and outside this dynamic.

your finger is all in and you slowly pull it back just to go back in. At the same time, you loosely wrap your hand around his shaft.

slowly, you work him up. It’s hard to find the perfect balance, but you get there, going up and down his cock and in and out his asshole.

he looks like he’s in heaven and you haven’t even started. Talk about an enthusiastic partner.

once he’s stretched out and hard, you reach for your strap on. His blue eyes twinkle as you lube it up and he screws them shut when you tease him with the tip.

your hand doesn’t leave his cock as you enter him. You feel him twitch in your grasp, and you swear you’re going to wreck him.

“Taking mommy’s cock like you were born to do this and nothing else.”

he loves to hear it, so much so that he pushes up against your fist.

a snap of your hips makes him moan. This time it’s loud, and when you think it couldn’t get better, he asks for more.

who are you to deny him?

the urge to take care of him isn’t new, but you almost go feral this time. You just want to see him come again, to hear his pretty sounds.

you lean in to kiss him, hand still working his cock. He melts into your kiss, moaning into your mouth when you squeeze his tip.

you’re deep inside him, and as he grips your waist you realize how close he truly is.

Tim can’t keep still, announcing, I’m close.

you get him even closer by attaching your mouth to his neck. Your movements are sloppy now, focusing on three tasks is difficult when you want to get lost in his pleasure too.

he appreciates that you manage, that you prioritize his orgasm most of the time, and he sings for you so beautifully.

he’s gripping you so tight that he might leave bruises, much like the marks you’re leaving on his neck, and you wish you could show them off to anybody you potentially encounter.

but this is yours, he’s your pretty kitten, he’s coming all over your hand, clenching around your strap, and mewling under you.

you like it that way. You like that no matter how tired he is, he always remembers to smile at you and say, ”Thank you, mommy.”

#tim drake x reader #tim drake x plus size reader #tim drake smut

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jasontoddsthickbabe · 1 year

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I need this man to rail me like make it hurt ruin this mmm 😋 lol I’m down I wanna get on top and ride him…ride him so good ughh my pu$$y throbs for him lol sry not sry

#jason todd #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x reader #dc comics #dcmultiverse #jason todd x plus size reader #jason todd x you #red hood #teen titans #titans #dccomics #dc rp #dc universe #jason todd x dick grayson #dick grayson #jason todd x tim drake

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 10 months

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.⋆｡Bats And The Bees｡⋆.

Dick Grayson x plus size reader

The one where they tell everyone some big news.

Warnings: fluff, humour, pregnancy, brief mentions of a breakup but it's a joke

WC: 1k

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

The Graysons Masterlist

Dick had never known fear like this in his life. It had been eating away at him for over a month now, invading his every thought, his every dream. Everywhere he looked, there it was, almost as if it were taunting him.

And you were absolutely no help at all. You laughed at his pain, giggling under your breath every time he would lay in bed to sing his woes to you. “Why don't you just call them? It doesn't have to be such a big deal.”

“It is a big deal!” Dick whined into your neck. He was laying on his front, his broad chest pressed to your ribs carefully, over-aware of not putting any pressure on your stomach. “This is a huge deal! It's world changing! I don't see how you aren't freaking out over this too.”

You gently scratched his scalp, messing up his back hair. “I know it's big Dickie, remember we had a good cry about it together. But your family will love you no matter what and I bet they'll be even more excited than we are.” He hummed against your skin, nuzzling even further into your hold.

“I mean mom has been dropping hints for a while.” You smiled and laid a kiss to the top of his head.

“I know babe, we have lunch every week.”

—————

“What are you doing here Grayson?” Damian stood with his arms crossed as he blocked his older brother from entering the house.

“Can't I visit my family?” He chuckled, pushing past the small boy easily. Damian trailed behind him, green eyes fixated on the large duffle bag hanging over his shoulder.

“Not without your girlfriend. Have you broken up?” He asked bluntly. Dick scoffed in return.

“No. She's at work right now.” As they entered Bruce's office, Dick opened up the elevator to the cave, knowing mostly everyone would be down there as evening began to fall over Gotham.

“Why the bag then?” He poked the dark canvas almost resentfully.

“Be patient baby bird. All good things come to those who wait.” They stepped into the elevator side-by-side, Dick shifting the bag to his other shoulder so Damian wouldn't be tempted to try and open it. Damian just glared at him for that.

The doors opened to reveal his family all dressed for a 'night out'. His mother saw him first, visibly lighting up as she spotted him. “Little bird! We weren't expecting you tonight!” Immediately she abandoned her husband in favour of coddling her eldest.

The others scoffed as she fussed over him even though she did the same for them. “Well I thought I would drop by and drop off some presents from Dove and I.”

Jason's head popped up from behind his bike, a smear of grease on his pale cheek indicating that he was once again tinkering with the motorcycle. “Presents?”

Dick smirked, of course that got his attention. ”Yes, presents. So c'mon, gather up.” Soon he was surrounded by his family, each with a very different emotion on their face. Bruce was suspicious, Tim was almost disinterested, Jason excited, Damian annoyed and his mother curious but with a knowing gleam in her eye.

Quickly, he pulled out five small and horribly wrapped gifts and distributed them to the group. “Now with these gifts, you're gonna have to give them back in a few months but I doubt you'll have any trouble doing that.”

“Chum, what do you have planned?” Bruce raised a greying brow at him but Dick just shrugged.

“Just open the damn presents.” He whipped out his phone to record their reactions.

Of course his mother was the first to get it, squealing with delight as the small onesie with 'Nana is my favourite superhero' embroidered on it was pulled from the wrapping paper. Then it was Jason who held the black onesie with the iconic red bat on the front like his uniform. He just smiled, his hands tightening on the delicate fabric, only just holding back tears of happiness.

Then it was Bruce. Excitement seemed to explode around him as he gave a belly laugh that Dick had only heard once or twice in his life, showing his wife the Batman onesie in his present. Tim realised a moment after his father, his eyes going wide as he pulled out a Red Robin version of the baby outfit.

And finally, Dick turned the camera on his youngest brother who was stock still and almost glaring at the fabric that was adorned with his moniker. His eyebrows were scrunched and his nose twitched like a bunny's. “Why did you buy this for me? It is far too small for me to wear.”

“It isn't for you really, it's for someone else.” That seemed to anger the young Robin even more.

“Then why did you say it was a present for me?” He snapped but Dick simply chuckled.

“Well, I'm giving it to you now so you can give it to your niece in 4 months.” His mother and father gasped as Jason gave a hearty 'fuck yeah!'.

“Niece?” His voice was softer now but still held some confusion in his tone. Dick handed his phone to Tim who kept recording, as Dick kneeled to be level with his brother.

“Yeah Damian, your niece. Dove and I are having a baby. A little girl to be exact.” He placed a huge hand on his small shoulder, giving it a friendly squeeze. “The onsie is for her when she's born.”

His mouth closed slowly before opening once more. “I'm going to be an uncle?” Dick nodded. “And it's a girl?” His smile was Damian's answer.

He looked back down at his hands, a small smile growing on his face. “I guess that's acceptable.” Dick tugged him in for a quick hug before he was forcefully ripped away and pulled into his mom and dad's arms. Jason and Tim quickly joined in, equally as excited.

But then Damian got a strange look on his face. “Father, where do babies come from?”

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