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bas-writes · 1 year

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Fortunate Apple Pie

Character: Drake Reader: female (trans inclusive) CW: tooth-rotting fluff, a crumble of second hand embarrassment Word Count: 1375 Synopsis: Drake loves you. But he’s shy. Drake tries to be a gentleman. But you distract him. Drake really wanted it to resemble a normal date - even if it happened by accident - but the tragedy could be saved only by the taste of an apple pie. A/N: repost of an old fic of mine, the old post is broken beyond editing 😭

If asked, Drake would have no idea how to explain what had just happened. One moment you two were strolling through the narrow, snowy streets of the harbor town, the other—sitting squeezed in a corner of the cheesiest cafe on this side of the Grandline. Memories and awareness were mixed in Drake’s mind, he barely could process the present reality, let alone unscramble the sequence of events. You had been outside. You had been caught in the early, first snow, which had quickly turned into a blizzard. You had got lost the way… Most likely? At some point you had found yourselves in the middle of unknown nowhere and, afraid to get you separated, Drake had grabbed your hand. It had been so small and tender in his, so different and softer than steel he was used to touching—but also so cold and trembling, sucking the warmth out of his fingers with an esurience of a starved castaway. He had glanced down at you, at your freezing cheeks and little, cute simper...

…And it was over.

Something was telling him it was him who dragged you two here. It would be in his style to lose his cool and rational mind because of a woman. And it wouldn’t be the first time he snapped and did something stupid because you touched him. Or because he accidentally glanced on your cleavage for a bit too long. Or because wind swayed up your clothes and a glimpse of your usually covered body grasped his attention. Or because you changed your shampoo and he could smell it everywhere on the ship. Or because you leaned over his desk to help him with a log and your softness grazed his arm. Or—

Drake cleared his throat and focused on a cup he was holding. Or rather: on getting his finger out of its tiny handle. Whoever designed it, definitely hadn’t men of Drake’s size in mind. Porcelain adornments were pinching his knuckles and honestly, if it wasn’t for you, he would just break it a long time ago. But the presence of a lady obliged. Besides... He wasn’t feeling quite comfortable in that cafe. Everything screamed: kitsch and extravagance, pink and cuteness, old ladies and fat cats. Maybe other clients ran away in panic at the sight of the notorious pirate entering the cafe (and knocking down a vase with an axe, absolutely unintentionally, it was just your hand suddenly touching his wrist…); maybe the owner was trembling like a leaf when bringing you your tea and apple pie, but Drake still had a feeling he would end whooped by his late grandma as soon as he would even thought of breaking something.

So, he was sitting as carefully as he could, shrinking legs under the little table, curling shoulders to not touch the curtains, eyes glued to the cup, just to not glance at you, not even once, not when it was so soft and warm and cozy and he could get weird ideas. Drake knitted eyebrows together and focused on pulling his finger out, internally praying to all gods of sea he could name for not breaking fragile porcelain. Gods jeered back at him through ugly as hell, cross-eyed fat cherub painted on the cup. Drake could swear this little bastard was just waiting for him to fuck this up. To boot, he was just about to sneeze, cardamum and cinnamon were tickling his nose, candles and bibelots, and ugly imitations of rococo were spinning in his eyes—and overall, whenever he dared to glance at your direction, he could spot your enamored smile and heat was blooming up his cheeks.

Truly, even Impel Down was using more subtle tortures.

“Do you need help?” You innocently reached towards the cup stuck on his finger. “I could smooth it with a lip balm maybe—”

“No, I’m fine!” He snapped it back. Porcelain didn’t stand the tension and broke into pieces. The biggest, dabbled with cherub’s ironic sneer, landed on top of his pie. Drake just groaned, barely holding curses back in his throat.

“Are you hurt?!” Your worried chirps were like red-hot needles stabbing right into his pride.

Yet, he didn’t dare to confront you, just shook his head and showed a clean hand as a proof. The rest of your words got swallowed in the noise of worries and embarrassment in his head. The lamp over your heads was throwing rainbow light on the table, colorful reflexes were dancing between your hands, almost touching each other, despite his best pains and efforts to move away from you as much as courtesy was allowing. In this light and angle your hands (Drake allowed himself to risk one, quick glance) resembled the hands of saints on paintings he saw in churches of North Blue. For some reason this sight made him feel at home, even though he never was religious in the first place. Fuzzy, cozy and warm feeling clenched his heart, he wanted to touch you so bad—isn’t it what couples do in such places?—but the mere thought of it made his head spin. He jerked back and—ah, damn those narrow spaces!—knocked his own axe down. The weapon fell with a huge bang, the owner hid in the back praying and cursing in the same time, your hands suddenly disappeared from the range of Drake’s sight.

Serene easefulness disappeared.

“Why do I have to be like this?” Drake murmured to himself, his lips hidden behind his hand so you wouldn’t hear. Carefully, as if he was dismantling a bomb, he reached for a cake fork, smaller than his pinkie, and scooped a piece of pie.

At least it was tasty, he had to admit it. His pride and sense of aesthetic might be hurt and his head might be empty, but at least his stomach couldn’t complain.

“Are you sure you are okay?” You set the ball rolling anew, concern audible in your voice. “You are changing colors from pale to red every minute or so.”

His eyes darted up against his will and met yours. The colorful reflexes were dancing along your face now; the game of light and shadows on your cheekbones, lips and brow ridges was drawing the essence of your beauty together with a gentle, encouraging smile—that cute little smile, barely curving corners of your mouth, the one Drake loved so much. His jaw slowly dropped, a piece of pie missed its destination, sticky bits of apples and crust landed everywhere but where food should land.

And he couldn’t care less about it, so mesmerized by your beauty.

You chuckled, quite fond of the cute (and dumbass) expression he made.

“You’ve got something on your lip.” Absolutely overusing his confusion on purpose, you reached towards his face. “Here, let me.”

Feeling your tender fingers on his jaw, Drake froze. It was warm. It was soft. It was gently wiping the unlucky piece of pie from his chin. It was touching his chin, his corner of mouth, his lips—

You dragged your thumb along the bottom lip, gathering all the little crumbles you could spot. Drake’s canines—a bit bigger and sharper than people usually have—were prodding your fingertip. An unaware invitation was made. You just couldn’t help yourself.

And Drake couldn’t move from his spot.

It could barely be called a kiss. You just quickly ducked forward and pecked his lips, taste of tea and apple pie didn’t even remain on yours when you withdrew a second later. But for Drake—for poor, shy and so madly in love with you Drake—it was more than enough.

If asked, Drake would have no idea how to explain what had just happened. He woke up in his bed in the captain cabin, his head was spinning and aching, and the first thing he did was sneezing exactly three times. For some reason he could still smell cardamum and cinnamon.

He could only suspect he fainted, it wouldn’t be the first time he did so because of you, but everyone remained tight-lipped. If asked, you just smiled mysteriously.

“I really liked this cafe,” you were saying. “We should get out more often. And eat more apple pies.”

#one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #x drake x reader #x drake x you #x drake x y/n #bas writes #x drake #female reader

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clumsyexpression · 2 years

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[POV: You Play Too Much] -- Last Letter Game

You're his Partner-in-Crime But also his Pain-in-the-Λss

“Hey, let’s play a game.”

“Y/N, time and place.”

“But even you have to admit it’s a little dull right now. And besides, I think we could both use a little excitement tonight.”

Drake, the usually stoic between the two of you, couldn’t help but feel a bit unnerved by that. Not necessarily by the game, but how you chose to say it.

Slightly flustered by your remark, Drake fastened his arms across the very visible skin his jacket left exposed – as if giving himself a hug to keep from getting cold. Or to block out any of your shenanigans he knew was coming his way.

He’s never rude or obnoxious to you, but you can tell when he becomes guarded around you and tries to keep you from reading him – which, you like to remind, is very dangerous since both your lives depend heavily on communication from one another. Being on top-rank covert missions require transparency between the two of you, in which you also like to remind him of.. even though you more or less mean it in less than professional contexts.

“W-what do you, erm, mean by that?”

He doesn’t forget that kind of thing.

“Um, how do you think I meant it?”

“This is serious business, Y/N. Just…nothing that will blow our cover.”

Drake took a moment to prod at his eye mask as you shuffle your feet into the gravel - poking around at discarded cigarette butts and pebbles as you marinate on some potential schemes. Standing outside one of the many ubiquitous bars and lounges Wano had to offer, there were many ears to hear and eyes to spy. But that in itself cropped an idea for you that you would enjoy.

Solely, you.

Because of course, he wouldn’t admit that he would.

Out loud.

“That’s fine. ‘Last Letter Game’, category being, hmm? Wano?” you say with equal stringency, establishing a mutual understanding of just how significant this all was. Knowing just how heavy the gravity of the situation was meant just how far you could possibly push the envelope, after all.

You commenced the first round, knowing that Drake could easily keep up with the 5 second limit of answering once you uttered the starting word.

“Flowers.”

“Soba.”

“Apples.”

“Shit.”

“Tobi Roppo.”

Drake couldn’t fully stifle his snicker as his gloved hands did a poor job muffling it from nearby ears. Thankfully, no one was receptive enough to really care what was so funny or pick up on the connection of the two words and carried on with their daily bustle. Realizing where he was a split moment after his break of character, Drake continued in a hushed but pointed whisper to keep prying ears from tuning in so easily anyway - tightening his crossed arms to his chest.

“Orochi.”

Now for your plan to be put into action.

“Intimate.”

“Ebisu.”

“Underwear.”

“…Rasetsu.”

Slight delay in comparison to his prompt answers from before, Drake picked up the game from where he had dropped the pause - dropping you a stern but bothered glance as he picked up on the developing theme with your choice of words. “Y/N…”

“Uncontrollable.” Feigning innocent of the look he just shot you, you await again for an answer, looking for a much quicker response.

“Egregious.”

“Sweaty.”

“Yakisoba.”

“Arousing.”

“Y-Y/N, I see what you’re doing, and it’s…”

“What? You don’t feel the same way?”

Face fully flushed to the max to where any attempt to hide it was futile, Drake had to compose himself to spare hearing you prattle on about it, and to also keep within the time limit of the game. Doing a poor job of both, he could only clear his throat as he tried to keep from completely choking on his word.

“G-gold.”

“Desired.”

"Determined."

"Debauched."

And barely managing another glance your way, Drake held his face in his hand as if it was melting off from the immense heat that ripped it aflame – trying his best to keep it together. You curiously angled yourself face in front of his, attempting to make eye contact with him since that’s only the proper thing to do when speaking with someone.

“Dirty? Yell? Lubricous? Stimulating? Are you even trying?”

It was almost impossible to repress the ever-growing smirk you wore on your face as it was for him to withhold any and every shred of embarrassment he wore on his. The two of you were as transparent as ever, and it was no secret that he was easy to fluster over the most mildest of mild sexual implications, but if he likes to contest it, then you’re always game for it.

“Y/N…”

“So I guess that means I win – you’re declaring me the winner?”

“What…does a-any of that have..to do with Wano?”

“Huh? Were you not paying ANY attention at all to today’s events?” You huffed, fully aware of it not being so obvious. “Uh, Sumo wrestling? Duh. What else could it have been about, silly?”

“Oh, I-I see..”

“That’s literally the first thing to come to mind when I think of those words. Where was your head at? In the gutter?” You lightly gibe with a tap of a finger on your temple while he tried his darndest to rub out the tension headache from his.

In your book, it is against the rules for X Drake to ever catch a break.

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kimjun · 5 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.

#reader insert #x reader #incorrect quotes #dc x y/n #jason todd x reader #dcu #incorrect batfamily quotes #batfam x reader #tim drake #incorrect dc quotes #reader #jason x reader #jason todd smut #jason todd is red hood

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super-marvel-dc · 4 months

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Jason, to Y/N: Open your mouth.

Y/N: Mm-mm.

Jason: Open your mouth now and show me what you have.

Y/N: *Shakes their head no.*

Jason: Y/N-

Dick, walking into the room: Hey, what's up! *Smacks Y/N's back in greeting.*

Y/N: *Chokes, and glitter flies everywhere.*

Jason, and Dick: *Looking at Y/N in shock and fear.*

Y/N: *Grins innocently with glitter all over their clothes and mouth.*

Y/N: Tim bet me 50 bucks...

Jason, and Dick: TIM!!

#wrote this because i had the urge to stuff glitter in my mouth...#jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd #red hood x reader #red hood x y/n #red hood x you #red hood #tim drake #red robin #incorrect dc quotes #dc incorrect quotes #incorrect qoutes #dceu #dc

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hana-no-seiiki · 1 month

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THE BETTER DAMIAN

“Beloved…”

Damian stared at you and then your new pet.

“Hm?”

You looked at him innocently. Eyes wide in anticipation of his following words.

“I enjoy your competitive spirit. I truly do.” He pinched the bridge of his nose.

How did you even get this thing? He had been keeping track of all your heists recently but never heard of you going to the zoo or anything.

Sometimes he wishes he agreed on Tim’s offer of 24/7 surveillance. Damn it. If only that didn’t mean his older brother got to see you in your bed/bathroom too.

“Get to the point, Wayne.”

“Maybe a panther is a bit too much?”

“You’re just jealous cause I’m spending more time with the better Damian.”

“That’s besides the point.”

“So you are jelly!”

“Yes. Yes I am.”

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damianwayne-bloodson · 4 months

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Damian: Love is weakness and an evolutionary mistake. Tim: You are literally making a Valentine’s Day card for Y/N. Damian, pointing their hot glue gun towards Tim: You’re on thin fucking ice.

#damian wayne #damian al ghul #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x y/n #damian wayne x you #damian wayne x female reader #damian al ghul x reader #incorrect quotes #incorrect dc quotes #tim drake #damian wayne x oc

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ramonathinks · 18 days

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BILLIONAIRE BOYS CLUB

stuck in an elevator with the three elite billionaire sons of Bruce Wayne.

tags: (18+) fingering, squirting, pet names (doll face, baby, sweetheart), dry humping, dirty talk, ripping of clothes, confided spaces, brothers who share, oral (f!receiving), making out, hickies, nipple play, kinda exhibitionism (???), foursome, mention of breeding kinks, praise

notes: i imagine reader as black but i don’t think i used any physical description [repost!]

It was a tight fit. It had you rubbing your thighs together to calm the heat and aching throbbing between your legs. Crossing your ankles together you held your purse tighter and inhaled, trying to think of anything but your three bosses — but their presence was too powerful and overwhelming in this tight and suffocating elevator. Dirty and primal lust filled the air and you swallowed hard trying to ignore it.

They were all so tall, so lean and their muscular bodies took over all of the small space that you were confined in. Awkwardly rolling your hips, trying to ease your aches without being noticed, your body trembled a bit. Your stomach folded in as the mixed aroma of their colognes entered your nose — a musky smell of pine caused you to bite your lip.

The elevator was quiet besides the occasional rumbling but you couldn’t help but feel queasy, feeling as if they all were staring you down.

Quiet yet quick shuffling was heard before you noticed a tanned hand pressing yet another button. You tried to pay no mind to it until all at once the lights flickered and a loud bang started, you gasped aloud and backed back into a hard chest.

“S-sorry,” You stammered, pushing yourself off of whoever was behind you. You tried not to memorize the feeling that your hands felt of the muscular and broadness of his chest, your face felt hot and with the sudden change of temperature it was only worst.

“It’s fine, doll face.” Came the response of the one and only Jason Todd, his voice made you shiver with delight and the ache in your core returned again. Your blazer and tights making you feel stuffy and hot, as if you were wearing too many clothes. “You okay?”

You didn’t trust anymore of your voice but you nodded. Heat pooled between your legs listening to his deep and throaty voice and the nickname he bestowed upon you. Self fanning yourself a bit you looked off to the side, seeing Dick to your side, who winked at you.

“You’re looking pretty hot there,” Dick brought himself closer to your ear and blew a bit near your neck. He chuckled when you jumped back. “I don’t bite baby, you know, unless you like that kind of thing…” His piercing dark blue eyes scanned your face before eyeing your lips.

“No need to be scared.” Tim finally spoke up. You felt a shift in the air before he grabbed at your waist and pulled you in to his chest.

That’s when it clicked for you. Jason pushed the button to halt the elevator. As if reading your expression, their laughter shook the elevator. “Finally figured it out, yeah?” Jason’s eyes were equally piercing as Dick’s but it was the smirk and the white streak of hair that was making you fold.

“She’s been here, what..? About 3 months?” Dick quirked an eyebrow to him, who you felt nod against your shoulder. “Still haven’t noticed us… our stares… our conversations that we always try to rope you in… you just gave us nothing—”

“So we had to do something to get your attention.” Jason finished, bringing his calloused yet soft hands to caress your face, rubbing at your cheeks before removing your glasses from your face.

Grinding his hips against yours, Tim kissed the sides of your neck. Your breathing quickened with every tainting kiss before his mouth opened and then you felt pure wetness dripping down your neck. His thick long tongue licking up a pattern as he grinding himself more against you, you could feel how hard he was, how thick he was and just how big.

“I… I don’t understand…” You muttered, mainly to yourself. Trying to control yourself but your hips were already rutting against Tim’s, quiet moans leaving both of your lips.

“Shh…” Dick pressed a finger to your lips. “It’s nothing for you to understand. Just know… we’ve been thinking about this for quite some time now.”

“And we plan to make you understand every inch of it, baby.” Tim panted in your ear, you could feel his hands trailing up from your waist leaving a hot trail until he landed on your breast. “Jason, mind giving me a hand?”

It was almost too quick how Jason undid the buttons to your shirt, leaving both the shirt and blazer on, he was tempted to snap a picture. Looking at the position you were in made him want you even more. “So fucking beautiful.” He blew his breath on your nipples, watching them both get hard and erect.

He was never too big on sharing. But with his brothers? It was something different.

You yelped, feeling more heat hit your now bare legs as Dick stretched and ripped the flimsy fabric thighs you were wearing. He turned to look at Jason, “You owe me.”

With hungry eyes, Jason looked between your legs and sucked his teeth. “Fuck.” He groaned. Black lacy panties.

Was it wrong for the brothers to bet what type of panties you wore? Probably. But damn did it pay off.

Bumping his nose against your clothed clit at the same time that Tim tweaked your nipples you tried to move away from them, it was too much. “W-Wait!”

Jason moved closer to you and touched your face again, “Shh. It’s okay.” He cooed before he leaned towards, keeping his eyes on yours.

Everything happened all at once. Your eyes rolled back once you felt his tongue slither inside of your mouth with no warning, his brothers feeling you up it was almost too much for you to focus on — the rhythm of Tim’s hips, Jason’s tongue swirling inside of your mouth and Dick playing with your drooling covered pussy.

Jason applied pressure to your tongue before licking the insides of your mouth, both sides of the cheeks before he sucked on your tongue. Even with your eyes closed, you knew he was still staring at you. Each moan they pulled out of you, another one added pressure.

“Oh fuck,” Feeling Dick pulling your panties to the side and hearing him moan. Your slick wetness sticking to the black Lacy panties you were wearing. “Such a pretty mess down here.” He licked his lips. “Such a pretty little pussy, fuck, you like when I say talk to you down here baby?” As if the dripping all over wasn’t enough of an answer, he smiled before dipping his head down.

You held your breath, expecting him to get straight to the point. But instead, he kissed your thighs. Trailing deep kisses up and down, getting closer and closer to your clit every time. Your breathing uneven, Jason moved from your mouth to your breast, his teeth tugging on your dark nipples, still meeting your eyes.

Dick’s muffled moan drew your eyes to him. You watched as his wet tongue tugged at your folds before slurping up the juices that spilled out of you. Your legs were trembling and if it wasn’t for Tim, you would’ve fell over.

“You like what he’s doing to you, sweetheart?” Tim whispered. “Imagine what it’ll be like when I’m cumming inside of that pussy, you hear me? Matter of fact. When we’re all cumming inside of you, gonna birth a heir to this company, aren’t you?” He sucked on your ear lobe and your pussy tightened up when Dick tried to put his tongue inside of you.

“Don’t scare her off, Tim. He’s just playing around baby.” Jason told you, kissing the valley between your aching breast.

Parting the lips of your pussy with his fingers, Dick drove his tongue inside. “Oooh, I…” You we’re babbling. Wetness dripping on his face and even on his expensive shirt as he licked and slurped, nibbling on your puffy clit.

Tim didn’t like how left out he was, the brothers could see it on his face. With another long suck on your clit enough to make you even weaker on your knees, Dick rose up.

“W-wait I didn’t get to—” He covered your mouth with his, holding the sides of your face and massaging the breast that Jason was neglecting.

A sudden intrusion inside of your pussy made you moan aloud. You were so focused that you didn’t feel Tim parting you open for his fingers. “So fucking tight, right here. Such a small pussy. Can’t wait to break her in.” He purred, moving two of his fingers faster inside of you. His hips digging into yours, Jason now sucking on your throat. The gentle fiction from Tim’s slacks driving you even more crazy since his fingers are working too. Using his thumb, he pressed on your clit and dragged his thumb up and down adding pressure each time.

You were struggling to keep your balance. Your voice was hoarse as they had their way with you. Your entire body shaking while you whimpered against them, tightening up on Tim’s fingers and he groaned, stretching them inside of you.

With clenched teeth Tim told you, “Breathe. Fuck, sweetheart. It’s just me, just open up a bit more.” It was feeling good being stretched so good while two other boys felt you up with their hands and their mouths.

You were getting so dizzy. Your orgasm attempting to push through. You didn’t know how you didn’t come yet.

Licking up the pulse on both sides of your neck, Dick and Jason shared a look. You didn’t know what it meant until they both dropped to their knees and eyed your swollen clit.

“Oh you weren’t lying. I knew she’d be pretty. But this is truly a pussy, so smooth and bare.” Jason smirked, pulling your lips open, watching his brother’s fingers dipping inside. Then he moved forward and kissed your aching clit.

Your knees buckled and you threw your head back while Tim continued to hold you up and fuck you with his fingers. Sucking your clit into his mouth, Jason did a deep groan, putting your clit in his mouth and mouthing his head back before letting your clit bounce back before doing it again.

His tongue was putting in work, licking up and down your clit. Feeling another set of wetness you thrusted your hips forward, begging for more, not realized Dick had joined in on the assault of your pussy.

The strokes of their tongues plus Tim’s fingers moving and stretching you so deep, you rode out every feeling you possessed and when Tim pushed in deeper inside of your gummy walls that held him so tight, he pressed and circled your insides until he felt you clench harder than before.

It was the hardest you ever came, your limbs snapping, body shaking hard, babbling words and your pussy squirting out a clear liquid of slick on both of the boys below up, who happily drank it up. You felt drunk as you slid down to the ground.

With wild looks in their eyes, the brothers straightened themselves out, looking over your appearance. Dick pulled your blazer over you and Jason continued to rip the rest of your tights. Tim, got the elevator back on track.

The aftershocks of your orgasm still haven’t faded, your body still twitching and shaking. You could hear them talking to each other, “She’s completely fucked out. She won’t be able to go back to work like this.” Dick said.

“Can’t take her home or Bruce will have our heads for fucking with his best assistant.” Tim replied while Jason just laughed.

“Well,” Jason picked you up as if you weighted nothing. “I can always take her back to my comfy loft.”

Tim and Dick looked at him as if he was crazy. “So you could get started without us? Ha, very funny.” Tim snorted.

“Let’s just find her address on the company—” The elevator dinged and stopped, the doors opening to the person none of you wanted to see.

With wide eyes Bruce Wayne frowned at the sight. Putting a hand over his forehead he did a deep sigh, “Do I even want to know?”

The boys all shook their heads and Tim quickly pressed the button to the company garage. “Let’s just get something to eat first.”

“Works for me.” You yawned, looking dreamily at the three boys.

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anothertimdrakestan · 1 year

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Pinky Promise - Damian Wayne x Reader !Soulmate AU

~ where your birthmark is where you'll first touch your soulmate ~

A pinky finger is an odd place to have a soulmate mark. Most people had full hands, a set of lips marked on their cheek, or a hand print on their hip. Yet yours was just the length of your left hand pinky finger.

No matter, you'd had the habit of locking pinky's with people since you were born. Call it natural habit or a desperation to link fingers with your soulmate, it was your thing.

So when you started your internship at the Bludhaven Police Department Sheriff's office and got finger printed you didn't think anything of it when officer Grayson paused on your last finger.

"This your soulmate mark?" he gestured to your pinky, which was darker than the rest of your skin colour.

"Funny right! Just the pinky. Most people have normal ones! Where's yours? Wait. Is it on your lips?" you glanced up at the officer with a grin as he flushed.

"We all meet our soulmates in strange ways." he mumbled with a smile.

"Truth or dare? Or Suck and Blow? It had to be a party game right?" you leaned in as Officer Grayson pressed your pinky into ink.

"It was more of a greeting, she's not from around here so it was her way of saying hello." he stated, eyes twinkling with a familiar joy. God you wanted that. He continued, "I'll tell you, I know a kid with a pinky mark too. Cant remember which hand though. I'll bring him in soon, though neither of you seem like each other's type." you noticed his brows furrowed thinking about the "kid" he mentioned.

"Bring him in like, a bad guy? Not sure that's my type! I'm just here to learn about forensics!" you giggled. The officer just shook his head and told you to go start reviewing the steps to finger print collection and storage. Sounded super fun and interesting (not).

Turns out there's a lot to learn about crime forensics. By the end of the day you had a backpack full of materials to study on your transit ride back to Gotham. Hiking up fire escapes to the top of your apartment building, you decided to study via the lights from the top of your building. Nothing like the haze of Gotham to comfort you through pages of reading.

"Glad to see you're back." A familiar voice chided from your side.

"C'mon, you're excited to see me!" you grinned into the darkness, willing the shadowy figure to come forward. Like usual, he did.

"Good to see you, Robin." you waved with a teasing smile as he visibly shook his head.

"Can't say the same Y/N. I had more peaceful nights when you weren't here. What's got you up late this time?" he grumbled, keeping his distance as you held up your bunches of papers exclaiming "studying! Always studying."

"And you can't do that from the safety of your apartment?" he questioned. You shook your head no in response. "Need I remind you of the multiple times I've had to throw people off this balcony for you?" he yawned, gesturing to the ledge of the rooftop.

"Aren't I so lucky you're protecting me!" you teased. He wasn't wrong, sketchy people had on more than one occasion lurked on top the Gotham's tallest buildings, but you enjoyed the view and trusted Robin far too much to change your place of comfort.

"Protecting Gotham." he retorted, moving towards the rooftop to jump towards a night full of crime fighting. You never tried to stop him from leaving, you still thought it was insane that he even paused to talk to you, so you just waved and watched as he launched into darkness. Curling back up with your notes you appreciated the blanket of safety his presence had placed on you.

"Damian I'm telling you she has the mark on her pinky!" Dick screeched, chasing after Damian who was not willing to hear anything he had to say. "What do I care Grayson? I don't want a soulmate, I'm busy," he retorted, cascading through the batcave to get away from Dick's prying eyes.

"Just let me see! I wanna know!" Dick cried but Damian had already slammed his door closed.

"Word on the street is Dames found a rooftop girl. You didn't hear it from me though." Tim called from the adjacent room. The two were usually stuck on patrol together so it did make sense. But Dick still couldn't believe it.

"Which goddamn rooftop." Dick's voice was a low hum, the determination dripping from his tongue. He had a theory.

"Morning Officer Grayson!" you called down the hallways of the BPD office. You'd finally gotten a full night of sleep last night because you had finished studying a couple days ago, free from the piles of work. Your morning glee quickly dissipated when you were promptly handed a stack of papers and binders.

"You're doing great work, so we're moving you up to sample analysis. Lots of reading for ya!" the officer sounded congratulatory as he handed you the piles of paperwork. You couldn't deny, this was what you wanted, but it was definitely more work than you could do in one day. Needless to say, you hoped you'd get to see a familiar bird brain that night.

Cozying up on the rooftop you were so deep into the inner-workings of a microscope you hardly noticed the shadowy figure that had appeared across from you.

"Studying again are we?" Robin's snarky voice made you jump, eyes snapping to his face. "Tons of work! Calls for an all nighter, what about you?" you simply replied.

"Patrol." His response was curt but you wanted more this time.

"What after? Tell me- what does a hero do in his free time?" you leaned in with a teasing smile. To your surprise Robin leaned back against the railing and responded "I like to draw." Giving you more of a key into him than you'd ever gotten.

"I'm a terrible artist but I bet you're amazing! Keen eyes and steady hands always make for good art. You should show me sometime! If you want!" you rambled with a grin. You figured it would be an automatic no, but the corner of his mouth twitched up, almost like a smile as he said, "maybe I will." Something blossomed in your chest.

"Well, you're always welcome here! Like, all night. It's brutal." you joked, gesturing at the piles of papers in your lap.

"I may just take you up on that, my brother has been overwhelmingly obnoxious at home. Have a good night." Robin muttered as he left over the rooftop railing once again. You smiled to yourself, he likes to draw and he has a brother? Fascinating.

You were practically asleep in your notes when you felt something bump into your chest. A surprisingly elegant paper airplane. From the shadows you could see Robin sitting across from you, back against the rooftop railing, a notepad and pencil in his arms as he starred up at you.

"What? You were practically snoring." he said matter-of-factly.

"For the record, I do not snore. Also, how'd you make this? It's beautiful!" you exclaimed, delicately holding up the paper airplane to appreciate the little curves of the thick paper.

"I was into origami for a while. It's almost mathematical, very satisfying." his reply was short again, seemingly focused on the sketching at hand. So you fell into silence with him, focusing up on your note taking.

You didn't exactly notice the sun starting to rise. It was hard to see in Gotham, smog and all, but the inkling of light from the hazy sky gave you a clearer picture of the boy wonder then you'd ever gotten.

It felt strange but he was gorgeous. Silky black hair tousled from running his hands through it in between pencil scratches, when he was focused he bit the inside of his cheek, eyebrows knit into determination. You appreciated the reds and yellows of his costume, noting the various weapons hitched across his body. But the rest was hidden. Whether behind his domino mask, his suit, or his silence.

"It's rude to stare at a working artist" he grumbled, chin tilting up to show that his eyes were meeting yours.

"You've never stayed this long." you replied breathlessly. Squirming in your chair, knowing that you couldn't get any closer without him running off.

"Your presence isn't, unbearable, for what it's worth." his voice was so low but you could hear the sincerity in his voice. "Same to you." you whispered back, letting your tired eyes drift back to your notes which were pretty much done. It was an all nighter after all.

It felt like a few minutes but the billowing light from the rising sun told you it had been longer, and your head was severely drooping into your lap. "Y/n, you need sleep. Go to bed," his voice was warm but stern, enough to get you to lazily collect your papers and stand up with a yawn.

"Well! Thanks for hanging with me!" deliriously you held out your fist, Robin tilted his head to the side in confusion. You chuckled, "it's a fist bump dumbass." And to your surprise he closed the distance between the two of you, and slowly touched his knuckled to yours. His gloves were cold but you were focused on the fact that you were just inches from the boy wonder.

But a few seconds was all you got to realize how much taller he was than you before he melted back into the shadows. You stood stunned for a moment before stumbling back to your apartment, desperate for sleep.

"You look like hell kid" Officer Grayson greeted you with a questioning look as you waved him off of you. "Your fault for giving me hours of reading buddy." He grinned glancing down at the now filled notebook you'd brought to work. "You actually look dead kid, on lunch break we'll grab coffee," you rolled your eyes at his promise but knew you needed the caffeine.

Getting to know Officer Grayson, Dick, was surprisingly rewarding. He had years of experience and hundreds of stories that had you folded over from laughter. But there was something you were begging to learn more about, someone rather.

"Have you worked with Robin much?" your question broke the calm silence. Dick's eyes shone with some sort of pride, "I have, yeah. Good kid. Cold as hell but a damn good hero." and you nodded in reply, although cold wasn't exactly the way you'd describe Robin.

Dick's eyes lit up at something behind you, he shot up out of his cafe chair and said "look what the cat dragged! Glad to see you lil bro!" A loud enough exclamation that you turned around and locked eyes with a boy with jet black hair and piercing green eyes. The boy stood stunned at the door, starring at you and Dick before slowly approaching, eyes trained to yours before Dick pulled him into a hug. Immediately, he pushed himself out of Dick's embrace with a scowl, you couldn't help but grin at the reaction.

"Y/N meet Damian, Dames this is Y/N she's an intern at the office! Damian has classes over here so I figured we'd catch him during our break!" Dick babbled as he forcefully guided Damian into the seat next to him. Damian looked almost stunned, eyes flicking between you and his brother.

You broke Dick's rambling saying "Hi! You're a student too?" and he nodded slowly, glancing between you and Dick. "Studying what?" you tried to guide the conversation but he interrupted:

"You live in the area?"

"Nope, Gotham."

"Oh, me too." was all Damian muttered before his name was called, and he shot up, mumbling a "nice to meet you" and giving Dick another glare. Dick just grinned in response and the two of you soon headed back to the office.

"You had no right to do that!" Damian's roar was echoing in the cave that night. He'd just finished throwing almost everything on his person at Dick who was still uncontrollably laughing.

"C'mon Dames, were you just gonna visit your soulmate every once and a while on a rooftop for the rest of your life? Make a move lil bro. You're Bruce's kid you've got to have some game!" Dick teased back before a stray batarang was lobbed towards him.

"I've got it handled." Damian retorted angrily.

"Fine. fine. But blame Tim cuz he's the one who snitched on the rooftop hookups." Dick cooed before ducking out of the room to avoid further assault. Another screech filled the cave.

A few nights later, you were perched on the rooftop once again. This time you didn't have nearly enough work, but were hoping a certain distraction would stick around this time.

And he did.

"Hey" his voice was soft, and your head rose from your book to smile into the shadows.

"Hi! Whatcha got?" you noticed the silhouette was holding something.

"Come see." you could hear his chest rumbling. You felt like you were floating towards the thick railing of the rooftop.

And there he was again. Holding a sketchpad.

"You brought drawings!" you cooed, grinning as he inched closer, leather gloves flipping pages as you drank in the beautiful sketches, watercolours, and poems that filled the pages.

"What do you think?" he whispered, you swore warmth was vibrating off of him, just a few inches away from each other.

"They're beautiful" you quietly replied. He flipped another page, and it was a pencil sketch of you half asleep in your studies, on the rooftop. "From the other night!" you giggled, delicately tracing the sketch with your pinky. Robin drew a sharp breath, loud enough that your eyes were drawn up to his domino mask.

"I've got one more sketch to show you. But, I fear you won't like it." his head dropped slightly, his gloved hand toying with the bottom of the paper, as if debating whether or not to flip it.

"I'll be okay! Promise." you nudged his shoulder, holding up your pinky, a true promise, and a dangerous solution to the question making you dizzy standing next to him.

He shook his head, "look first, promise after" to which you nodded, dropping your hand and eyes to the paper.

As the page turned, you couldn't help but gasp. On the last page of the sketchbook, in the most intricate detail, were two hands. Pinky's locked.

"Take your glove off." you shot your gaze back to the hero.

"Wait." he took a step back.

You took one forward, reaching for the glove yourself.

Back again. "Y/N, wait." you froze at your name on his tongue.

"You and I both know what's under my glove, but I'm giving you an out. I've sat here for months thinking about doing this, wanting to do this. But, you deserve someone who doesn't throw their life away, who can be there for you, someone who isn't... isn't me" he gestured to his outfit, stocked with weapons.

"Who can be there for me? You've protected me more than anyone else in my life. Someone who deserves me? I'm not a trophy, I'm, I'm your soulmate."

"I know, but-" he began but you weren't finished:

"All I deserve, is someone who can love me. Can you do that?" you closed the distance, and he didn't back away.

"It's all I've ever done." he whispered. Delicately, you reached for his hand. He let you draw it from his side, holding desperately still as you peeled the glove from his left hand. And there, in the same pattern as yours, stood his mark.

"You promise?" you gave a small smile, holding up your pinky for the final time.

"Always." he closed the distance, locking your hands together as a warmth like you'd never felt spread through your hand, dancing up your arm, and bursting in your chest.

"Oh my god do you feel that?" you asked breathlessly, your right hand touching your chest.

He nodded, letting your hands drop as his right hand tilted your chin up, your eyes once again meeting a mask.

"I never thought I'd ever do this" his voice was soft, drinking in your closeness to him.

"I would've found you" you said with a grin, you had always had the sixth sense that Robin's visits to your study sessions were more than patrol.

He scoffed, "yeah my brother was gonna make sure of it."

"Your brother?" you dug deeper, fighting the itch to reach up for the mask he wore, your heart begging to see his eyes.

You felt him tug his pinky from yours, "I suppose a promise is a promise." he reached up for you, pulling the mask from his face as familiar green eyes met yours.

"Oh. My god." your jaw dropped, fitting the puzzle together.

"I guess the universe decided I was taking too long and put Richard Grayson on job. I must apologize for the coffee shop, I wasn't expecting to see my Gothamite soulmate seated across from my brother, in Bludhaven. " he sighed, eyes twinkling. You laughed in agreement.

"Quite the wingman" you mused.

Damian nodded, closing the distance as he said "don't ever tell him, but I'm thinking he was right all along" before pressing his lips to yours.

Weeks later you were far less sleep deprived, still loving your job in Bludhaven. Especially because a certain student was always waiting to pick you up for the ride home.

"Hi Dames!" you strolled up to your now boyfriend, pressing a kiss to his cheek while he locked your pinky in his, the two of you strolling towards the cafe that has become your shared favorite place. Settling down in a booth, you both fell into routine: sketching and studying while enjoying the other's presence.

A crazy few weeks, a huge change to your life, but a good one nonetheless. You had to hand it to-

"I knew you lovebirds would be here!" The bell on the cafe door rang, drawing you and Damian out of your focus. Damian rolled his eyes with a scoff and you gave Dick a wave.

Dick was stroll strutting around, "call me cupid the way I matched you two up!" he crooned.

Damian dryly replied, "Richard we are quite literally soulmates." but the oaf wasn't listening, too busy pretending to shoot you both with an invisible bow "cupid style".

You smiled to yourself, if only Dick knew how grateful you and Damian were to have each other... thank to him.

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A/N: pure fluff for your timeline <3 hope you enjoyed!

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damianwaynesbelovedsposts · 6 months

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y/n: i like jason, thoughts?

tim: and prayers, girl what

Requests are open!

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clumsyexpression · 2 years

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hi so i sometimes wonder about certain articles of clothing when it's səxy time and where they go.

from what i've read so far, i haven't had this question answered so i'm thinking this is how it goes??

Before you knew it, any and every type of kiss he had to offer was peppered down your jawline and all around your neck as he was making true to his word that you would be smothered in all that he was holding in. He would make it all too evident just how much he had to restrain himself around you, and could only hope you were ready for it.

A gloved finger caressed your chin and down to your ear – handling your face with utmost care as if to brace for impact from the incoming pounding coming your way.

He noted how you slightly recoiled from his touch, but could only assume were just that hot and bothered by the sensual charge he had been working up in you. He could only try to suppress how much he wanted to unload at once, and so a shy smile began to peek on the corner of his lips.

Another pass of his gloved finger separated your lips, eliciting a gasp from you by his boldness. The reticent smile he had been holding back cracked into a playful smile, but soon withered into concern once he realized that you didn’t seem to be enjoying yourself as he thought you were.

“Are those..coming off?” you asked incredulously, gently but deliberate in laying his hand at the side of your thigh.

“Erm, well, of course, if you give me less than a second to do so,” Drake’s smile revitalized at the thought of you doubting he could get you naked any more quicker than what he has. He was trying to be gentleman, but if it’s the beast you want..

“No no, those.” You again drag his hands down from your face as he made another attempt to hold you. “You touch everything with those things, it’s just that..i-I can’t have you touching me after you’ve harbored every single germ Wano has to offer on your hands - your gloves.”

A pause that lasted all of maybe 5 seconds seemed to stretch on to an eternity as Drake held his hands out, palms up; as if assessing whether or not he was even human, or if they were even his hands.

Another stretch of a second passed before Drake’s pensive face stoned into a deadpan pout. His eyes found their way to yours in a pointed bee line – sudden and almost mechanical.

“No.”

“No??”

You were so confused, what did he mean-

“No.”

“Y-you can’t be serious-“

“The gloves stay on.”

You didn’t know what to say, so you didn’t.

Gathering your legs underneath your bottom and sitting up to truly give him your undivided but very confused attention, you lightly scratch at the hair behind your ear, as if maybe any stroke of an idea would help you understand.

“Drake, honey, i-“

“The gloves stay on during sexy time.”

No indication of a lie was detected on his face.

…

Gathering your clothes and something to cover your indecency, you couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes as you scuttled past him - slightly brushing by his cape to flutter behind you as the door whispered shut after the strange debacle it witnessed.

“I gotta go.”

#i will use this opportunity to ask for x drake fic recs if yall have any #i will absolutely love to read some that proves me wrong to the MAX lmao #one piece #x drake #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #x drake x reader #x drake x y/n #i also love just messing with this man lmao #pink thread of fate

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can I request batboys with an s/o who shows affection with biting?

it’s kinda stupid, but it could be cute, or they’re weirded out.

I don’t know, whatever you think ❤️

Idk why but I like the idea of Tim absolutely reading people to filth, this might just be me but I like it.

Dick would yelp when you first bit him on the neck, instinctively pressing a hand there and look at you with a pout.

‘I know I’m an absolute snack but I didn’t think I’d see the day where you’d try and take a bite out of me.’ He whined as he rubbed his neck, feeling exactly where you bit him from the teeth marks and wetness you left behind.

He loves it when you bite him but he can’t help in being dramatic when your bite marks are left in the most visible places where anybody could see them and speculate.

‘What if people ask if I like being bit?’ Dick would gasp, looking at the marks through the mirror, whimpering slightly when lightly grazing them. ‘What if they think I like being marked?’

‘Well you obviously do because not once had you stopped me once from biting you. Not once.’ You replied from your place on the bed, looking up from your phone to stare at him through the reflective surface. ‘If anything I think I heard you whimper a few times whenever I bite your neck.’ You add, smirking upon seeing Dick’s face grow flustered.

Dick wouldn’t admit it but he did like it when you bit him, probably more then he should, but he loved the fact that whenever you bit him you were only reassuring him that he was yours and you were his, albeit in your own unique way of affection.

Jason would bite you back purely out of retaliation but it’s mainly on your cheek or shoulders that he bites.

He lives for the little yelps you give when he does bite down on your shoulder lightly, smirking like the cheeky shit he could be at times.

He’ll proudly display the bite marks to anyone who was getting too comfortable with him for his own liking, by pulling down the collar of his shirt and showing off your bite marks across his collar bone and says with his whole chest ‘I’m taken.’

Once you both were lying on bed and were just about ready to fall asleep, but your eyes honed in on his bare upper body, more specifically his big tiddies. Jason -who had just put down his book after finishing a chapter- gave you a look and said ‘don’t you fucking dare-‘ but it was already too late as you opened your mouth and bite down on his left tiddy, staying there for a good deal of time.

Jason only sighs and pets your head, pressing a kiss there and whispers. ‘What am I going to do with you?’ To which you respond cheekily with. ‘Love me?’

Jason couldn’t help but chuckle. ‘I can think of a few ways to do that.’ But before you could ask what he meant with that, he then proceeded to bite down your neck, causing you to squeak.

However when Jason bites you, it looks at though you’ve been bites by a fucking vampire, mainly because he’s got four distinctly sharp dentures and you had developed somewhat a love/hate relationship with it, much to Jason’s amusement.

‘Hey! You do it to me so why shouldn’t I do it to you?’ He’d say with his hands raised but a smile on his face and mischievous glint in his eyes. He loves it more than he lets on, he just likes to meet you on equal footing.

He calls you his little piranha.

Tim would look at you as if to say ‘are you done?’

He’s perpetually tired from everything, so you biting him to show affection doesn’t phase him in the slightest.

You could bite his bicep and he’d be like ‘love you too you menace.’ Before taking a sip from his mug as he went about the rest of his day, uncaring of the bite mark already forming on his bicep.

However whenever Tim feels as though he’s missing you, he’d just brush his fingers over the bite mark and remind himself that you were waiting for him to come back…and probably bite him as a way to show him that you missed him also, but he really didn’t mind.

If anything his only request is that you don’t bite him anywhere his brothers could see them, they’ve already teased him enough about being with you that seeing a single bite mark would send them into utter insanity. They’d would never him live it down and would forever tease him into hell and back for it, especially Damian and Jason.

Even if you did accidentally leave a bite mark on a viable part of him and someone teases him for it, all he has for do is look them in the eye and say ‘at least I got someone who makes me really happy, and who isn’t afraid of showing me that they love me just as equally without feeling ashamed.’ He stops and looks them over with a look. ‘Which is more than I can say for you, the only real relationship you have is with a box of tissues, lube and a shitty computer system that’s on the verge of collapse.’ He adds before stalking off, leaving the person to wonder how Tim knew about the shitty computer, a shitty computer that was currently being held together by duck tape of all things.

All in all, Tim doesn’t mind you biting him in a display of affection, just don’t do so in areas where his family will take notice of and start asking really uncomfortable questions…

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