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Uncomfortable - Tim Drake (3/3)

Summary: [...] "Are you saying you are afraid of me?" "I wouldn't say afraid" Dick said, trying to sound casual "It's just the way you've been talking about everything these days. It makes everyone feel..." "Uncomfortable?" Tim asked, with a bitter grin, finally turning towards Dick "The probable consequences of what you all say and do to me make you uncomfortable, Dick?" [...] Extremely hurt Tim Drake living out of coffee and spite.

Wordcount: 2569

Content Warning: Fear Toxin effects; distorted views of reality; swearing; self harm; failed suicide attempt, non-lethal firegun use.

Notes: So... last planned chapter. Maybe I'll write an epilogue about what happens after the events of this chapter, please let me know if you guys would like that. Enjoy!

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Part 1 - Part 2

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CHAPTER 3 - THE BOOK

Red Robin must have known this would happen. He just couldn’t ever have guessed that Scarecrow’s fear toxin would feel like fifteen cans of Monster injected directly in his veins, especially since he was severely sleep deprived. If his mind was still rational, he wouldn’t have run away, but the moment he saw the shiny edge of the antidote syringe coming in his direction on Red Hood’s hand, he couldn’t avoid kicking the hooded man between his legs and running. 

The motherfucker was built like a fucking wardrobe, he certainly could outspeed him with a little effort. Well, he did. He wouldn’t ever allow Jason with any sharp object near him again. 

To be honest, it was actually very stupid of Bruce to pair him with Jason on patrol. Tim would never trust a 6’4’’ killing machine full of pit madness and with a history of trying to murder him. Of course, recently Jason wouldn’t hurt a fly and wouldn’t do anything but smoke during patrol, but Tim was ‘safe asleep’ the first time Jason tried anything. Better safe than sorry. 

Running down some dark streets of the narrows, his heartbeat resembled a movie he saw the other day to keep himself awake. Something about war, probably about Iraq or something, he couldn’t really pay attention to it. However, the bullet sounds and his heartbeat was in the same rhythm.

Non-stopping.

Nervous.

Maniac.

Feral.

He could almost smell the blood. That was when he hid in a dark alley and looked at his hands. Covered in broken glass like sprinkles on a milkshake. He didn’t remember falling or breaking any glass, but maybe this was when he grabbed the syringe from Jason’s hand and ran away. Maybe he broke it with his grip.

— There you are… — The voice of the kid echoed on the alley, reverberating on Tim’s eardrums — What the fuck is wrong with you? Why can’t you simply be gone? We’ve been trying to get rid of you for the past few years! Can’t you simply get a hint?

— What? — Tim asked, feeling trapped like a mouse. Another pair of footsteps. Not too heavy to be Bruce’s or Jasons, not light enough to be Duke’s, Cass’ or Steph’s. Dick. 

— You’ve been a rock on our shoes — The older said, he and the youngest came to the light, but the shadows strangely danced around them like they were made of shadows. — How can someone be so fucking stupid? I fired you! We don’t want you here!

— Get away from me! — Tim exclaimed, looking around for something to defend himself. His hands became tight in fists and he shivered. A beer bottle. That would do.

— So fucking useless, all covered in glass, filled with fear — Robin  said, laughing.

— If you step in my direction again, I’ll tear my face with glass, and then you’ll fucking see something that will leave you awake for the rest of your life, your little shit! — Red Robin exclaimed, breaking the bottom of the bottle and getting it close to his face.

— Do it, you prick — Nightwing said and for an instant, Tim let him win. There was a small cut on his cheekbone now. Nightwing tried to get close again and he grabbed a smoke bomb in his belt, throwing it on the ground and escaping again. 

Knowing Nightwing and Robin, they would never guess he simply jumped into the sewer and would rather meet Killer Croc’s ugly face and big teeths than any of them.

[Red Robin, do you copy?] Batman’s voice echoed in the sewers. 

— Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck — Tim said to himself, already knowing of the secret trackers on the communicators. He quickly got it out of his ear and threw it on the ground, jumping on top of it in a desperate attempt to not be tracked. — Fuck you all. 

Gotham’s sewers were Daedalus’ Labyrinth with a special touch: several criminal hideouts, maniac graffiti on every other wall and an unmistakable scent of death and shit. And the shadows and echoes were really giving a spice to the toxin. Scarecrow should really consider moving his operations base to the sewers. Or his labs. Maybe his testing rooms. 

Tim just knew that right now he looked like that skinny rat from Flushed Away and he certainly smelled a little bit like one. That was when he heard that laugh and damn, he got a taste of his own poison. Fuck, his spine was pure shiver ans bone dust pressed together. 

He needed a way out of the sewers before Joker could find him. There was simply no way he would allow that fucker to get him under his power again. No fucking way. 

Getting out of the sewers. Tim realised it must have passed sometime since he ran from Nightwing and Robin. The night was much colder now and he was shivering. His heart slammed his chest with a brutality he shouldn’t expect from such a controlled person. After shutting the sewers again, he heard Jason’s stinky voice again.

— Hey there, fucker! — Red Hood screamed and laughed. Tim looked at him as saw the rifle in his hand. That was okay. He had a broken bottle and if he was going to leave this world, it was going to be on his own terms.

— FUCK YOU! — Tim screamed back before bringing the broken bottle close to his neck, exactly upon the scar that Jason gave him years before — I’m finishing the job way better than you did.

Before he could drag the broken glass through his throat, he fell. He didn’t even hear the sound of the shoot, just saw a man in a suit with a sniper rifle on a window across the street while he was falling. The man sighed and Tim finally could distinguish him from the shadows. Alfred was involved in this fucking hunting too? 

***

Tim woke up feeling his feet hot. That was weird, his feets were cold as a corpse, so why the fuck they were hot right now? He couldn’t formulate an hypothesis. His eyes were still shut and he felt well. He couldn’t remember the last time he slept so well. Maybe, if he pretended to be asleep, this moment could last forever. Then he felt a soft grip on his hand and whimpered a little with pain. What the fuck? Why was his hand hurting? He felt weight shifting on top of him, like someone was lying on his lap and then sat up on the bed. 

— Drake? — Damian’s voice asked in a low, worried tone. Tim forced himself to open his eyes and then Damian’s eyes widened. The young boy bent over his brother’s leg and patted someone’s head lightly — Father, wake up. Drake opened his eyes.

Still staring at Damian, with little to no energy to look around, Tim heard the usual sound of Bruce waking up - almost nothing, just confusion in the air - and some footsteps approaching.

— Why are you on top of me? — He finally asked while Bruce hugged him tightly — And Damian. And is that Titus on my feet?

— You’re up! — Steph’s excited voice exclaimed, getting closer and holding his other hand. She sighed and he could see how preoccupied she had been. Her eyes never lied to him, she’d been crying — Thank god.

— You’ve scared us, Master Timothy — Alfred said, approaching the bed with Jason and Cass — I hope you can forgive me for the shot, but I’m this family's best sniper and you on the Fear Toxin move like a speedster. 

— What happened?

— We were on patrol and Scarecrow got us with that fucking gas of his — Jason said — Thankfully for my mask, i didn’t breath it in, but you did. I tried to apply the antidote and you kicked my balls, broke the syringe and ran away. I guess we’re even now, right?

— Then little D and I found you in an alley and you threatened yourself with a broken bottle — Dick said. He was standing behind Bruce with Duke. 

— And Miss Cassandra followed you into the sewers and manipulated you to get to our abduction point where Master Jason distracted you while I shot you with a tranquiliser dart — Alfred said — You’ve slept for almost three days. 

— That still doesn't explain what he is doing on top of me — Tim replied as Bruce finally let go of him.

— I… wanted to make sure you were breathing — Damian said, embarrassed, but the embarrassment wasn’t enough to make him get off of Tim. Somehow, Tim didn’t want him to. It felt mostly nice, like an weighted blanket

— Fucking liar — Jason said — He was worried with you. This little brat hasn’t showered since you were put in this bed. Stinky baby.

— Go find something useful to do, Todd — Damian spat, angrily.

— For god’s sake, can’t you guys try to be nice for once? — Duke said — Do you want something, Tim? I can bring you some water or those snacks you like, do we still have them Alfred?

— For sure, Master Duke…

Tim’s chest was filled with a crippling sensation as his eyes got warmer and his sight blurry because of the water accumulating on his eyeline.

— Timbo? — Dick asked, breaking the silence when everyone just stared at Tim’s tears rolling down his cheeks. 

Nobody said nothing until Stephanie, silently, cradled his head on top of her cleavage and, through her shirt, he could hear her heart. She kissed the top of his head and he felt two tiny arms embracing his waist and a head laying on his stomach. While he cried, Tim only got the energy to gently stroke Damian’s hair and feel his hot tears soaking his shirt. 

— I’m… i’m sorry guys I should have — Tim started to say, trying to find the words and failing miserably.

— Sssh… its okay, little bird — Dick said, touching his upper arm, smiling tenderly.

— We should let you rest — Bruce said, silently drying one of his tears.

Steph stepped away and Cass kissed Tim’s forehead while Bruce tried to take Damian off of Tim, unsuccessfully.

— Please don’t leave me alone — Tim said, almost in a whisper, when he realised his family was starting to walk away.

— You’re not going to be alone, Tim — Jason said, dragging a chair closer to the bed — If you don’t mind, I’d like to stay here. Gotta finish this book and I don’t really feel like walking downstairs. Little brat seems to want to stay here too.

— Yes! Get off, baba! I’m not leaving — Damian said, annoyed, to Bruce, that simply gave up.

— We’ll be back in some time — Bruce said, looking at his son. His hand reached to Tim’s cheek and gently rubbed it, extra tenderly over his little cut. Tim felt his heart so warm that he felt he could die if he leaned his face towards Bruce’s hand, but he did it anyway. He needed that affection more than anything — We love you, Tim. I mean it. 

Tim said nothing, just bit his lower lip ashamed of his behaviour in the previous weeks, completely conscient that it wasn’t his fault. Not completely, you can’t really blame yourself for your reactions when you’re as depressed as he is, but  it never stopped him from blaming himself either way. 

“What if we go get bat-burgers for the whole family and then come back and eat it here with Timmy?” Cass suggested.

— Brilliant idea, Cass! — Duke exclaimed — Last one in the car will have to wear a pointy-eared crown and imitate Bruce the whole way!

Like this, Cass and Duke stormed out of Tim’s bedchambers, followed by Bruce.

— I want veggie nuggets! — Damian exclaimed, his head still buried on Tim’s stomach.

— And I want a Poison-shake, please — Jason said, starting to open his book.

— Noted. Riddler combo for you, son? — Bruce asked, and Tim nodded lightly.

— Well, I would appreciate a little help with the laundry while we await for Master Wayne to come back — Alfred said.

— I can help! — Steph said, getting closer to the elder.

— I’ll pick the Gordon’s up, they wanted to know the moment you woke up — Dick said, getting closer and messing Tim’s hair — You’ve got us worried, little wing. But everything is going to be okay now, ok? We are going to take care of you, liking it or not.

— I’d like it very much, thanks — Tim got to say, half smiling, before Dick left.

Once the elder brother got out of the bedchamber, Tim felt Damian’s grip on his clothes get tighter.

— Hey — He said, trying to get the boy calmer — Hey, you’re going to suffocate if you keep your head buried on my stomach. 

— I can hold my breath for almost eight minutes — Damian said, but ended up looking up at Tim — I’m sorry I’m not a very good brother. I’m working on myself and trying to be more approachable and kind, but I’ve always felt like you don’t like me and you wanted Robin back and…

— I’d never take Robin away from you — Tim interrupted the boy, holding him by his shoulders — I don’t want it back, and, if my opinion means anything, I think you make a pretty good Robin.

To be honest with himself, when he was saying that, Tim was pretty sure he didn’t mean it and was just saying what he wanted to have heard from Jason when they met. However, when Damian almost smiled and hugged him again, laying with his head looking towards Jason, Tim knew he actually thought that of him. The resentment and the pain were just too strong for him to get to say that without hearing Damian apologising first.

— What are you reading? — Tim asked Jason, still playing with Damian’s hair while the younger boy simply laid calmly on top of his older brother.

Jason looked up from his book and showed the cape to his brothers.

“Little fires everywhere” 

— Would you… 

— No, I don’t mind. Reading it for my baby brothers will please me very much. — Jason said. After adjusting himself on the chair, he started — Sometimes you need to scorch everything to the ground and start over. After the burning the soil is richer, and new things can grow. People are like that, too

Listening to Jason’s voice while playing with Damian’s hair, Tim could only realise, as Titus shifted position on his feet, that this was the first time he was alone with them and didn’t feel the unsettling need to run away. Finally he had peace, at least for a while. Maybe, whoever wrote this book was right.

After burning, the soil is richer, and new things can grow .

The Fear Toxin certainly was the fire that had burned Tim to the ground, and now that he was aware of that, he was richer, and new things could grow on him.

He took a deep breath and felt every centimetre of his body relax, melting under Damian’s weight. 

For the first time in months, Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne did not fight when sleep came sneaking into his eyes. He let himself be put to sleep by his big brother’s voice and his baby brother’s hugs. 

Tim Drake stared sleepy at the ceiling of the room where some days ago, Red Robin fighted to stay awake. Tim Drake closed his eyes and let the sands of Morpheus guide him to the unconsciousness, knowing he did not have to fight anymore.

End notes: I don't care what everyone else says, Damian is a cuddly baby and is trying to be a better person. The following day, when Tim wakes up, Jason comes up to him, a bit shy, and hands him a card of this psychologist he knows and recomends Tim to try it because it helped him a lot after everything that happened. Also, in my mind, everyone in the batfamily will be in therapy and the one recomending it will be Jason because I said so. I know this chapter isn't as well written as the others, I think that it is mostly because I'm not used to write "action" scenes, my writing is more "character development" focused, but I couldn't get to the point I wanted without the whole chase scene, so... Well, anyways, I hope you guys have enjoyed it! Please, let me know your opinions about it, if i missed any important tag or things to work on future revision! Stay hydrated, wear sunscreen and seek professional help if you relate to any symptom exibited by Timmy here. Remember, you're not alone and looking for help is the bravest thing you can do!

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Uncomfortable - Tim Drake (3/3)

Summary: [...] "Are you saying you are afraid of me?" "I wouldn't say afraid" Dick said, trying to sound casual "It's just the way you've been talking about everything these days. It makes everyone feel..." "Uncomfortable?" Tim asked, with a bitter grin, finally turning towards Dick "The probable consequences of what you all say and do to me make you uncomfortable, Dick?" [...] Extremely hurt Tim Drake living out of coffee and spite. Content Warnings: Angst; suicide idealization, mentions of self harm, etc. Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Indecent Proposal - Tim Drake x Fem!Reader (15/ ?)

Sinopsis: Being a scholarship student at Gotham's most expensive school is not easy, especially when your academic rival, your nemesis, who coincidentally is the owner's son, decides to make you a rather usual proposition. Tropes: Academic rivals-to-lovers, contract/bet, he loved her all this time, everyone else sees it except them, opposites attract, etc. Warning: Explicit sexual content, canon-typical violence and the reader has had a abused ex-partner that is mentioned on the story.

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Uncomfortable - Tim Drake (2/3)

Summary: [...] "Are you saying you are afraid of me?" "I wouldn't say afraid" Dick said, trying to sound casual "It's just the way you've been talking about everything these days. It makes everyone feel..." "Uncomfortable?" Tim asked, with a bitter grin, finally turning towards Dick "The probable consequences of what you all say and do to me make you uncomfortable, Dick?" [...] Extremely hurt Tim Drake living out of coffee and spite.

Wordcount: 930

Content Warnings: Angst; Deeply depressed Tim having deeply depressed people thoughts.

Notes: Sorry for the delay in posting, i feel like I'm almost selling my soul to finally get into college... Anyways, hope you're enjoying for now. Reblogs and likes are very much appreciated ❣️

Be careful and stay hydrated!

P.S.: Don't judge Timmy for being an asshole, specially about his "I'll simply close my eyes and ignore Cass" because, guess what, deeply tdepressed people ignore their loved ones quite oftenly.

Part 1 - Part 3

CHAPTER TWO - THE SOFA

Tim hated when Steph wasn’t around. 

She and Cass were the only ones he wouldn’t ever deny to be in the presence. Steph knew her limits and always made sure to be whatever Tim needed her to be, and for that, he was very grateful. Cass too. Maybe it was part of her naturally silent nature. Tim could simply enjoy being silent alongside her, and, even if she tried to communicate with him through sign language, he could simply be an asshole and close his eyes, turn away or pretend he didn’t see. 

He found himself being quite an asshole to them recently, and for that, he felt bad. Unfortunately, he couldn’t do anything about it. Tim simply hadn’t had the energy to try. 

So he decided to spend more time alone. Good thing the Manor had more than enough rooms for him to hide. Obviously, he had to avoid the closets and the kitchen. Alfred somehow had a spider sense about them and appeared immediately after he felt in his bones that someone dared to get inside his beloved kitchen. So now he was seated in the sofá of one of the living rooms with his laptop, working on a case.

Everything was fine, until Bruce stealthy got inside the room and sat beside Tim, who pretended not to care. 

Some years ago, he would be thrilled by his appearance - Bruce's emotional intelligence range was equal to a teaspoon, so when Tim was still little, every opportunity he had to try to win a piece of Bruce’s attention was unique. Tim could remember every frustrated bonding attempt he made towards Bruce. 

He remembered how much he tried to break Bruce’s walls down and how everytime he got some success, Bruce was quick in building up some more. It took him some years to realise that no matter how much he tried, he would never be like Dick or Jason to Bruce. He wasn’t chosen by him, he didn’t try to be his father figure, Tim already had a father. His relationship with Bruce was purely professional. 

Batman needs a Robin, and Tim was willingly going to do the job. 

Just so all that he ever worked for was taken away from him by Mr. “I don't want to be THE Batman anymore” and given to an entitled brat who tried to kill him.

Tim could hear his teeth grinding against each other in anger. He hated this fucking family.

— Are you going to tell me what's going on, Tim? — Bruce asked, hearing his son’s jaw clench and his eyes stare at the screen in a cold peace.

— No, I am not — The young man said, slowly, feeling his guts filling with rage.

It was simply too convenient for Bruce to choose when he was able to care about the children he brought into his life and decided to call his children. Simply too convenient to choose when he was going to be an available father figure and when he was going to be distant, when he was going to suffocate you with his uneasy stare because of his inability of simply taking conclusions about what was in front of him. Best detective in the world my ass. 

Bruce let out a deep sigh. He was tired.

— Tim, when you have a problem, you need to talk about it. We are your family, we want to help. — He said after some time.

— Well, it seems like my family gets “uncomfortable” when I talk about the problems, so I decided I simply won't talk about them at all — Tim answered, not caring about how bitter he sounded. He didn’t care that Bruce was tired. He didn’t care about any of that shit anymore — If I need help, I'll hire a therapist. I'm pretty sure I can afford It.

Bruce sighed again.

— I love you, Tim. Don't forget that.

Tim laughed bitterly, what scared Bruce. Once again, Tim found himself being an asshole. He had this particular laugh that freaked the whole family: a laugh mastered during the time when he was Joker Jr. He could see Bruce flinch in discomfort and his pupils filled with fear. They were afraid he was going to snap at any time. Good. They had reason enough to be afraid.

— You don't love me, Bruce — He simply said,closing the laptop angrily and getting up — Jason was dead, Dick was pissed and nobody else was stupid enough to try to get through your emotional walls. You had nobody else. You chose to keep me because you had nobody else. Batman needs a Robin and I were there to do the work, I got it. You don’t have to be a genius to know that.

— Tim, that's absolutely not true...

— I'm going to my chambers — Tim simply said.

— I am not done, Timothy!

— If you try to stop me, this will be the last time you'll ever see me around apart from patrol.I’m already emancipated, I’ll move out and Timothy Drake will never willingly cross paths with Bruce Wayne or any of his children again — The words came out of Tim's mouth like water from a tap. Absolutely fluid and cold. He had nothing else to lose, anyway, and he had already lived  away from the Manor for many months before. He surely could do this again. Bruce couldn't say a thing. He was too shocked by his son's attitude — Do both of us a favour and stop pretending to care. We both know you don't.

Bruce was too shocked to even let out a sigh.

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Indecent Proposal (An academic rivals to lovers fanfic) - Tim Drake x Latina!Fem!Reader.

Sinopsis: Being a scholarship student at Gotham's most expensive school is not easy, especially when your academic rival, your nemesis, who coincidentally is the owner's son, decides to make you a rather usual proposition.

Tropes: Academic rivals-to-lovers, contract/bet, he loved her all this time, everyone else sees it except them, opposites attract, etc.

A/N: I refuse to believe that Tim Drake isn't a sucker for lingerie. This man would love undressing you when you're all dolled up for him. I firmily believe that he would steal your panties as a souvenir. Also, this chapter's song was chosen bc I simply cannot take Gisele on the 2006 VS fashion show rocking the runaway.

For those of you that want to read some chapters ahead, feel free to acess my AO3 account here.

Warnings: Some suggestive talk, nothing extreme. Also SugarDaddy!Tim behaviour.

Wordcount: 2179.

Chapter fourteen

Chapter Fifteen: Crowns and Cream

You never regretted anything so badly in your life like you regretted letting Tim plan your “next date”, as he liked to call it. After the incident with Alysanne on Monday you guys had to be more careful around them. So for the rest of the week, there were no unplanned meetings in the third floor’s bathroom and no meetings in each other’s houses too. But today he wanted to see you and you were afraid that if you said no he would appear at your house with a big bouquet of roses for your mother. So you said you would go out with him. It was weird, you have had him inside you but you were afraid of going out with him.

He quickly stopped in front of your house and you got inside his car. He wanted to kiss you, but you told him to drive. Your nosy neighbours probably were dying to discover who was sending all those flowers to your house, you weren’t going to give them a car plate for them to look up on the internet.

— Can I have a kiss now? — He asked, pouting, after he parked the car in the mall parking lot.

You rolled your eyes and pulled him towards you by the neckline of his Blue Beatle themed shirt. He held your face gently and caressed your cheeks with his thumbs while you kissed, and you were terrified because you could feel him smiling between the kisses. You pulled yourself away and he leaned towards the glove compartment and took his cap and sunglasses out of it. You had to stop him before he enjoyed it too much.

— So… why are we in the mall? — You asked while he put on his disguise. At least it wasn’t glasses and a fake moustache.

— I’m pampering you today — He said, putting a mask on. You opened your mouth and started to talk but he continued — Actually it’s more like buying myself a gift, but you’re the one that’s going to be using it, anyway. Don’t fight back, please.

You looked at him confused.

— Where are we going, exactly? 

— Victoria Secrets — He smiled, getting out of the car. You stood in shock while he opened the door for you. He planned on spending the afternoon buying lingerie for you?

— I’m not good in choosing lingerie, Tim — You said, accepting the arm he offered to you as you walked together to the entrance of the store

— Don’t worry, darling, I know what I like — He said before getting inside. You laughed.

— Red ribbons — You said, when you started to look around the displayed pieces, your hand holding his bicep.

— I sure do — He said, and you knew he was smiling under his mask — And you look breathtaking in them. I can’t wait to see you all wrapped in red ribbons. One on each thigh, one on your pretty waist, one in this pretty neck of yours…

— Tim, stop, someone might hear — You said, looking around, your cheeks already flustered. 

He leaned closer to your ear.

— Why? Are your panties already soaked? — He asked in a mocking tone — Don’t worry, darling, we are in a lingerie store, I can buy you new ones if you already ruined them. 

— You better shut up… — You said in a lower tone, not so worried anymore.

— Hi! My name is Therese! How can I help the young couple today? — The attendant materialised literally out of nothing, which made you almost jump from the scare. Tim quickly set his hands on your waist, pulling you closer.

— Hello, Therese — Tim said, his head tucked in the space between your neck and your shoulder — We are just looking for some lingerie for our honeymoon.

— Oh, how romantic! — The girl exclaimed with a sweet smile — Most women want it to be a surprise. But I guess it helps to build up the mood for the big night, so congratulations for the bold move. You guys seem too young to be engaged, though…

— Hm… we are religious — You said rapidly, taking your necklace from under your shirt — You know how it is. Big boy here can’t keep his hands away from me for long.

Tim simply nodded and Therese guided you through the store. She showed everything to you and then left you free to choose and advised you to call if assistance was needed. The minute you and Tim were alone, you slapped his arm.

— This isn’t a nice way to treat your future husband — He said, laughing while he massaged his bíceps.

— Oh, I’m sorry, but I missed the part where you asked for my hand — You said, grabbing a whip that was on display and hitting him with it. 

— Be careful with that — He said, getting closer — I love being hit by pretty women. 

— You are a lost cause, Timothy — You said, trying not to smile — Now go pick up some pretty and expensive fabric that will be in my body for 20 minutes before you tear it all apart.

— Darling, if you think I’m spending 400 dollars in a lingerie set to tear it you are completely crazy — He said — I plan to fuck you in those, just pushing the fabric aside before getting inside of you.

— Enough of the dirty talk.

— Want to jump for the action? I could tease you all day long, babygirl.

— And don’t call me babygirl — You hit him with the whip again — This is creepy old man shit. Now go get the damn sets before I storm out of the store.

He laughed.

— Yes, ma’am.

You looked around and your eyes got caught in a pretty white laced set. A pretty balconette style bra with thin stripes and the lace pattern were small flowers and leaves connected to boning structures, like a corset, framing the body of the mannequin beautifully; the panties followed the same scheme, pretty lace with thin stripes on the sides. Simple, no bows, no pearls, no glitter, and, still, the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen.

— You like it? — Therese asked, appearing out of nothing again. 

— Yes… — You answered, mesmerised — It’s very pretty.

— Do you already have your bridal set? — She asked — It would look very pretty on you. I’ll get you one of these in your size, honey. The testing room is there. Don’t worry, I’ll take your fiance there too.

Therese pushed you to the testing room and closed the curtain, leaving you alone with the mirror. Nervous, you started undressing to your underwear. Then the curtain opened slightly and Tim’s face appeared through the gap, the rest of his body in the way so nobody would see your nakedness. You appreciated the act, even though the store was practically empty anyways and the Testing Room area was quite private.

— Started without me? — He asked, smiling with his mask pulled down to his chin. You rolled your eyes to him, trying to disguise your embarrassment — You look so fucking pretty.

— Hand me the sets you chose — You asked.

— What if I fuck you against the mirror, like you proposed the other day? — He wondered and you felt your insides clench. 

— Tim… — You said — We are in a store. I wanted you to fuck me in my bed and you denied me. Don’t do this to me now.

— I’m just teasing, darling — He said, smiling at you sweetly — Now, why don’t you give me a kiss before changing into the pretty and expensive sets I chose for you, huh?

You stepped closer to him and your hand reached his face, cupping it tenderly. Your thumb caressed his cheeks before your lips touched his. In a tender kind of hunger, his tongue slid to your mouth. He kissed you like a man that needed you so much he couldn’t understand. The fabric of the curtain rubbed against your bodies, separating you in a teasing way. One of his hands reached to your wais and gripped it through the fabric. At this point, you honestly didn’t care that you were practically in public, you wanted him closer. The grip of your fingers on his face became tighter and you pulled him closer, towards the inside of the testing room.

— Here it is, sweetie… — Therese said, getting closer, which pulled you guys awkwardly apart. 

Your lips were a cherry red and glossy because of the kiss and your heart beated faster, slamming your ribcage like you’ve been caught with your pants on your hands. Half of you damned her approach, and the other half was thankful for it. There was no self control in your body to avoid him fucking you against the mirror if the kiss lasted a bit longer.

— Thank you, Therese — You said, smiling at her, reaching out for the set.

— White? — He asked as the woman left you guys, closing the other curtain that separated this testing room from the hall — My pretty bride.

— Shut up, Drake — You smiled at him, closing the curtain.

The first set you tried was, obviously, a red one. 

Very much alike in this fantasy, this one was pretty complicated and had many ribbons. The corseted bra pushes your boobs up beautifully, the black ribbons on the sides bring a nice spice. The panties were pretty simple, despite the cut out heart on the upper part of the back. The garter belt and the stockings were made of the same black lace that embellish the cups of the bra. Your cross pendant resting on the top of your breasts was a special touch.

You yourself were surprised. This playboy had an incredibly good taste.

— Do you need help, love? — He asked, bored, and then you opened the curtain, revealing yourself. His eyes widened and he glitched on his seat — Wow. It’s like christmas. 

— I thought you were an atheist — You said, approaching him slowly and seductively — You’re not supposed to celebrate christmas.

— Darling, Christmas is more likely a commercial holiday these days — Tim said, his hands itching to touch you — Turn around.

— Turn around, what?

— Please. 

You smiled and turned around, slightly bending to give him a better view of your ass.

He whistled and his hands shyly cupped your butt cheeks. 

— Did you like this one? — He asked.

— You’re the one supposed to like it. 

You felt his soft lips pressed against your lower back.

— I sure like it — He said, his thumbs caressing the sides of your hips. He kissed you on the heart shaped cut. Damn it was hot — But I would like you even if you were dressing a potato bag. I want to know what you think about it.

— It’s different — You said, standing straight again —  I never wore something like this. But I like what it does to you. Your eyes are shining, playboy.

— You are shining, love — He said, manhandling you to look at him — We are buying this one, then. Go on and try the next.

He quickly kissed your stomach and, smiling, you got back to the testing room.

The afternoon was quite pleasurable. Despite the sexy ambience, you guys actually laughed a lot and had much fun. You showed almost every set for him, only keeping the white one to your eyes only, and after paying for everything, you  decided that you needed a more discreet bag to take the sets to your house. Tim had the amazing idea of buying you a Superhero merch sweatshirt to match with him. Surprising no one, he chose a Red Robin themed one. You stared at him seriously, but a smile showed on your face not long after he showed the matching mask to you. He was such a tease. 

— I hate you.

— Nah, you don’t — He said, putting the sweater over your dress. He admired you for some seconds before he slipped the sets into the Oficial Justice League’s bag and handed it to you — Hungry?

— Starving! — You exclaimed laughing while you adjusted your mask on your face.

— Hm… what do you want to eat?

— You’re not paying for it — You said as you started to walk towards the food court — You’ve already spent too much with me today. 

— I told you, these sets were a self gift — He said, laughing, and you noticed he was giving shy looks at your free hand — Of course, you’re the one using, but I’m the one enjoying.

— Yeah, but it feels like I’m taking advantage of you — You said, walking closer to him. 

Your hand brushed shyly on his.

— Oh, if there’s anyone here taking advantage, it is me — He said in a lower voice — What if we buy all the french fries on Burger King, get two crowns and then go order MacDonald’s Milkshake?

You laughed. He was pure chaos embodied in a horny teenager.

— Seems fun to me — You said and grabbed his hand.

You knew this was much more like a date than you would feel comfortable to, but for some reason, you didn’t mind. Nothing could convince you to not order MacDonald’s Ice cream wearing Burger Kings’ paper crown with Timothy Jackson Drake Wayne.

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I'm so OBSSESED with your "Indecent Proposal" fic, like girl... I've been reading fanfics for over 10 yrs and let me tell you that this fic of yours is one of the best i've ever read. It got me giggling, blushing and punching at my pillow like a hormonal teenager lol. Ever since i started on the DC fandom years ago i've been thirsting over the batboys mainly Dick and Jason BUT your fanfic made me feel so attracted to Tim like never before. After reading all your chapters here on Tumblr i tried to wait for you to publish the following ones here but couldn't wait so i read the next 5 chapters on AO3 bc your fic is so addictive lmao. I've never felt like this towards a fanfic since "Rough Day" (a Mandalorian Fanfic) which unfortunately haven't been updated for almost two years :((. I know you said that updates will be more sparse bc of school which I completely understand, dont feel pressured take your time but pls dont you EVER abandon this precious fanfic of yours, I dont think I cant handle another endless wait for a fanfic update :((( (PD. as a latina I frickin love yn being latina it feels relatable lol) (PD2. also i cant wait to read your other projects, that other angsty Tim's fic was also very good and I read that you have a Dick fic in mind, im internally sceaming)

Omg! Tysm! This feedback really means a lot to me! Knowing that there are actual people having the same reactions I have while writing Indecent Proposal overjoys me!

Don't worry, I don't plan on abandon Indecent Proposal. It will take me some time to finish writing to post the next few chapters, but IP is already halfway written and I plan on finishing it before June (I really hope it is possible bc I have other projects that i've been neglecting for soo long that if they were children I'd probably be arrested already! lol).

(Fun fact: I've been in the fanfiction world for almost ten years! It's really fun to finally be confident enough to post the ones I write and hopefully on the future I'll post some of my other fandoms too!)

I can't promise to update this week bc of an exam I'll have in a few days, but I promise I'll try to! Both on Tumblr and Ao3

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do you have a taglist?

I actually don't have, I'm a bit unexperienced here on Tumblr so I don't really know how to make one/if I should make one, etc.

But the idea is very dear to me and I would like to make (or should I say dather? idk) one!

I am working on a post about it (something like "Oh, if you're seeing this and you like my work and want to be tagged on my future posts interact with this post")

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Uncomfortable - Tim Drake (1/3)

Summary: [...] "Are you saying you are afraid of me?" "I wouldn't say afraid" Dick said, trying to sound casual "It's just the way you've been talking about everything these days. It makes everyone feel..." "Uncomfortable?" Tim asked, with a bitter grin, finally turning towards Dick "The probable consequences of what you all say and do to me make you uncomfortable, Dick?" [...] Extremely hurt Tim Drake living out of coffee and spite.

Wordcount: 1.5K

Content Warnings: Angst; suicide idealization, mentions of self harm, etc.

Notes: Finally dropping this here, posted the first chapter on Ao3 a couple days ago. Hope you guys enjoy it! Reblogs and likes are very much appreciated ❣️

Part 2 - Part 3

CHAPTER 1 - COFFEE.

Red Robin stared at the screen with sleepy eyes. He'd already found the solution to this case half an hour ago, but pretending he didn't was the only way to avoid being requested at the post patrol circus going on upstairs.

It was always like this, at least it has been since he came back to live in the mansion. There was the patrol, and after, Alfred would prepare a table with many treats for the family to eat while he patched them up. 

What a perfect, happy family, bonding after some quality time kicking criminal ass.

A herd of hypocrites.

Two of them tried to kill him and most of them didn't seem to give a single fuck about the matter.

But what was he expecting, anyway? He was the unwanted child. He crawled his way into this family when Bruce was too vulnerable to deny it, grieving, he was Jason's replacement, after all. The only reason why he was still allowed among the bats of Gotham was his hypercompetence. Or perhaps it was because of how dangerous it would be for them all if he decided to play for the  other team.

If you didn't fear the man who at the age of nine deduced the identity of the world's best detective, you were a fool. Yeah Bruce was a bad, emotionally distant parental figure, but he was no fool, and Tim had to give him the credit for that.

— Drake — Robin said.

Tim felt the ferrous taste of blood filling his mouth. The demon. He pretended not to hear. He wanted nothing with this damn child. This Demoniac being that had tried to kill him multiple times in the last few years. The kid who had never done anything to deserve being Robin, the title for whom Tim has worked so hard for years.

— Alfred asked if you plan on joining the rest of the family anytime soon — The little boy said with his entitled filled tone. Fucking psychopath.

— I am working — Red Robin simply said.

— You're not fooling anyone, Drake — He said, stepping closer to his brother — Staring at a screen isn't working.

— You say like you know anything about working — Tim answered, after a deep sigh — Please, leave me alone. Tell them whatever you want, say that I threatened you with a knife, that I pushed you towards a wall, whatever you want. Just leave me alone.

— You say like they would believe it.

Damian said nothing else, simply left without any other response from Tim, that sighed deeply and continued staring at the screen.

His eyes felt heavier.

“Funny” thing about feeling down: usually, the brain cannot understand the emotional distress and the body intentionally does things to justificate that distress to its brain. 

Some people cut themselves – Tim couldn't do that, Alfred would ask too many questions –; others refused to eat – Tim tried it, but it didn't really fit his lifestyle –; some people drank 'til they tripped and fall — He could do this, but the posterior headaches weren't worth it, even though this is Gotham City and he could easily find a place that sells alcohol to minors – ; some people over exercised until they couldn't stand anymore, hoping the soreness of their muscles would be enough to feel like their pain is valid; some people took dangerous car drives or tried to equilibrate themselves on the edges of rooftops – These were Dick's things –; some people numb themselves with smoke on his lungs – Tim could do this, but refused. This was Jason's thing, and he didn't want to have anything in common with Jason.

So, to try to justify his pain to himself, Tim never slept. Well, of course he slept, he had to, but he always avoided it. This was his way of self punishment. He could almost hear his brain.

“What do you mean your emotions are shit? No, this is not a good reason for all this distress. Here, have a unusual way of self harm and then I'll consider if it is enough or not”

Tim hasn't really slept in the last four days, not more than an hour or two. There were occasional long blinks, but whenever Alfred decided to try to drug his coffee – His best ally in his attempts of making the pain make sense – and sent him to his bedroom, he would only stare at the ceiling. Tim already had it memorised. Then he would close his eyes when he could hear footsteps approaching his door and pretend to be asleep until whoever Alfred sent to spy on him finally left.

A solitary life, it was, but he didn't mind. Since his childhood, loneliness was mostly everything Timothy Jackson Drake knew. His most loyal companion.

— Hey, buddy — Nightwing's voice echoed in Tim's ears.

Fucking traitor. 

The man with the kind smile that was responsible for half of the mud in which Tim found himself stuck. The man who took away from Tim the only thing that kept him standing, the only thing that mattered for him in a long time. This was the Dick Grayson, the “good fella”, Bruce's golden child, “The clearer version of what Batman was meant to be”. Dick Fucking Grayson.

Again, Tim pretended not to hear.

— Dames said you were still working. Don't you think it is time for a break?

— I'm not tired — Tim said, though Dick wasn't dumb enough to believe it. Anyone that looked into Tim's face would see how fucking tired he was. Deep and dark eyebags, hollowed expressions in his eyes, cheeks slightly inwards like the corpse of a very thin woman. Dick sighed.

— I know, but B misses you. We all miss you. And we are worried.

— There's nothing to worry about — Tim said, simply.

Dick sighed again and pulled his chair closer to Tim.

Fuck . He had to lecture Tim right now, of course. He simply couldn't deny the urge of being the reasonable older brother, the inspirational hero, the right one, the mediator of the family.

— Let's be honest, Little Wing...

— Don't call me little wing.

— Tim, we are worried about you — Dick said, Tim never looked at his face, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself from rolling his eyes if he did. He couldn't stand Dick Grayson's hypocrite smile and kind eyes anymore. He could barely stand his voice — What you said today during patrol... That joke....

— Joke? — Tim asked, furrowing his brows. He didn't remember telling a joke.

— You know, buddy. That one about the metro-narrows bridge.

Oh . That.

It wasn't a joke. More likely a loud thought.

Tim remembered that. He said that if Damian called him “unworthy” again, he would simply throw himself from the top of metro-narrows bridge, towards the cars. 

Tim has been "telling these jokes" for weeks now.

— Even Dames stepped back. Everyone did, actually. The family...

— Are you saying you are afraid of me?

— I wouldn't say afraid — Dick said, trying to sound casual — It's just the way you've been talking about everything these days. It makes everyone feel...

— Uncomfortable? — Tim asked, with a bitter grin, finally turning towards Dick. He could see the surprise in his brother's eyes. Or was it something else? Tim's guts were absolutely soaked in rage now — The probable consequences of what you all say and do to me make you uncomfortable, Dick? You can't bear the guilt? Or you're just worried your Robin will have to deal with the responsibility of the death of his predecessor?

Dick said nothing. Just sighed. Dick Grayson knew the battles he couldn't win. Dick put a mug in front of Tim. His favourite mug, filled with the dark liquid in which Tim loved to drown himself.

— We can talk later — The elder said — Jason made you coffee. He said you wouldn't want to have a break. Guess he knows you better than the rest of us.

— The perks of trying to slit someone's throat — Tim said completely out of spite, just to see Dick flinch in discomfort.

— Just drink before it gets cold, okay?

Dick left and Tim decided to not make another comment.

Red Robin stared at the mug in front of him, wondering if Jason poured poison into the liquid or Alfred poured the sleep drugs. Either way, there was no chance Tim would let it get into his system. He turned off the screen and grabbed the mug, walking towards his bedroom. In his room already, Tim locked the door and poured the coffee into his bathroom sink.

After taking a shower – He wasn't that bad that he would deny himself a simple shower, although he doubted it would take long to reach this point – He verified all the hidden spots in his room. Behind the curtains, his closet, under his bed. After making sure Jason wasn't there hidden with a knife, he slid between his sheets, soft and smooth.

Red Robin stared at the ceiling of the room where some years ago, lived Timothy Jackson Drake.

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I feel so bad because I haven't checked AO3 to see if you've updated yet! I know you said there was also another story you wanted to work on top (one with Dick I think?) so I'll also be on the look out for that.

Don't worry about it, dear! I haven't posted anything there until today :)

Yeah, I'm working on other two fanfics, actually. One is Dick-centric, I still haven't named this one (probably because I haven't gave much thought about it yet) but it will be a reader insert fic with a Psychologist!Reader working for the Waynes after a certain traumatic event that puts Damian's guardianship in a harsh situation.

I'm also halfway done writing Uncomfortable (my angst Tim-centric fic where he is absolutely unhinged) and I plan to post it as soon as possible, both here and on AO3.

Thanks for all the support ❤️

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Indecent Proposal (An academic rivals to lovers fanfic) - Tim Drake x Latina!Fem!Reader.

Sinopsis: Being a scholarship student at Gotham's most expensive school is not easy, especially when your academic rival, your nemesis, who coincidentally is the owner's son, decides to make you a rather usual proposition.

Tropes: Academic rivals-to-lovers, contract/bet, he loved her all this time, everyone else sees it except them, opposites attract, etc.

A/N: Hi guys! I hope you had enjoyed the holidays! So, just to warn you guys, the uptades may become more sparse due to the return to school, but I will continue doing my best to update at least once a week :/ Also, I just wanted to say that I'm very gratefull for every interaction from you guys ❤️ They keep me motivated to keep writing and I simply love to know what you guys think about Indecent Proposal. It makes me feel like we're all on the same boat, I don't know how to explain it lol. Anyways, tysm for evething! (Also, this chapter's song is just because it has been playing in my head non stop because of TikTok. I WANNA BE SAAAAVED)

For those of you that want to read some chapters ahead, feel free to acess my AO3 account here.

Warnings: Alysanne lightly fantasysing with Daddy!Batman (but to be fair, let he who has never sinned cast the first stone,I know I'm not going to be the one.)

Wordcount: 1715.

Chapter thirteen

Chapter Fourteen: Pictures Don't Lie

When you arrived at the studio, Aly was already in their costume, making the last adjustments. You couldn’t help but smile. They looked fucking stunning.

— There she is! — Aly exclaimed as you sat on one of the armchairs, waiting — The it girl of the moment.

— It's good to see you too, Alysanne — You said, taking your shoes off. Fabio’s n°1 rule: never wear shoes while trying on your custom-made clothes — Where’s Fabio?

— I have no idea, I think he said something about grabbing some pins — Aly said, looking at themselves in the mirror — I personally think he meant I’m skinny. Your costume is in the change room, he asked for you to try it on so that he would be back in a minute.

You got inside the change room and saw the beautiful white dress. You could easily be mistaken by a minimalist bride in this dress. The silk was so soft and shiny… the draped bust would make your breasts look even more amazing. You wondered what Tim would think when he saw you in this dress. You giggled like a child, wondering how much this dress cost. Aly loved to pamper you.

— You’ve already hidden your lover’s face from me, don’t hide the dress too! — Aly exclaimed from the outside. You finished putting the dress on and after a good five minutes trying to strap the wings to yourself alone, you got out of the changing room and asked Aly to help you. They helped you and you got to the mirror step to see it better — If i were a woman, I would envy you so much.

You laughed at Aly’s comment.

— I’m serious! — They exclaimed — You’re the only person I know that can make a romantic costume look hot without shortening your skirt or lowering the neckline. 

— Thank you, Aly — You said — You’re also rocking. You look simply amazing. The jewellery pieces will compliment the look so much you definitely are going to get Paris Hilton’s blessing.

— Oh, I’m sure I will — They said, smiling — It would be very dumb of her not to choose me as her successor. I mean, I’m thin, I’m blonde and my tan comes straight from Aruba. 

— Good that you know — You said.

After you guys took some photos for Aly’s instagram, they started to question you.

— Why don’t we call your Dilf Playboy so that he can see how you look good? — They asked, seated on the armchair beside you. You laughed.

— He is our age, Aly — You tried to guide the conversation — And I can’t show him.

— Why not? Is there anything of yours he hasn't seen yet? No slutshaming obviously.

You laughed loudly.

— Yes, Aly. There are parts of me he hasn’t seen yet — You said — And he is a cheesy motherfucker. Would try to match costumes with me, and then everybody would know about our… thing.

— You can just call it a relationship, you know?

— We are not dating. It’s purely physical.

— Maybe for you and that cold heart of yours — Aly pointed, fidgeting with the hem of their gown. 

— I’m not cold hearted — You answered, a bit offended — I just… have more important things. And I don’t want to be in a relationship with him. Things are good the way they are. 

— You're really not telling me who your mysterious twink is?

— No, I’m not — You said — At least for now. Maybe after this thing between us end, we can talk shit about him. 

— “I’m not cold hearted”, she says — Aly said and rolled their eyes. 

You spent some time in silence, watching tv. And then the reality show got interrupted by the news with an interview with Batman.

— Turn the volume up! — Aly exclaimed, worried, since the images were near their father’s work. You did as they asked.

“... The source of the explosion is already being investigated by Red Robin and I, there are no fatal victims and everything will be alright”. Your mind vented. Red Robin. There has been a while since you heard about him. Good to know he is alive. Aly, with a very confused look, turned their head towards you with a devious grin.

— What? — You asked.

— I know why you don’t want to tell me who you’re secretly shagging — They said, leaning towards you. You arche done eyebrow, confused — You’re fucking Batman! — Aly exclaimed as they heard the dark knight voice on the TV. Oh fuck, it was scary how Tim could mimic it almost perfectly — Does he fuck you with the mask on? How big is it?

— What?! No! — You exclaimed, laughing — That man is clearly in his forties, Aly, he could be my father. I’ve told you, he is our age.

— Look, of all the people in this world, you’re the one I’ve least expected to try to gaslight me…

— I’m not, Aly, I swear on my mother’s name.

— I heard his voice, little Y/N. It's Batman!

— No, he’s not! He just is really good at imitating voices — You tried to explain, but Aly wasn’t easily convinced.

— Oh, so he didn’t tell you then — Aly said — I really am a great detective!

— Aly, he is a highschooler — You said, holding their hands  — If he was Batman, he would fail every fucking class, and as hard it is for me to admit, he is kinda smart. 

— I demand proof. 

— What do you want? To see his fucking driver’s licence? Birth certificate? His report card?

— A picture of him will do.

You sighed. There must be a way out of this. You went through your secret gallery, where you kept the pictures you’ve taken together while you engaged in physical activities (you honestly thought it was a bit risky, but you had nothing to lose if these pictures were stolen. Well, maybe your dignity, but at this point you were pretty convinced you’ve already lost it), but they all showed his face or his stomach scar, and Aly had a fucking great memory. They would know it was Tim the second they saw his scar.

— Give me a sec.

You went to the balcony and called for Tim.

— Missing me already? — He asked, his voice echoed. Where the fuck was he that had echo?

— Are you in a cave? — You couldn’t help but ask — Your voice is echoing.

— Oh, I'm in the manor’s gym — He answered.— How can I help you, darling?

— I need a picture of yours — You said, biting your lip nervously — A picture that shows you’re not an old man and that at the same time doesn't show any of your recognizable features. 

— That’s a very specific request. May I know why?

— Aly thinks you’re a sugar daddy — You admitted, after a sigh — They’re convinced you’re an old man and I want to prove them wrong. If I don’t, they’ll mock me for eternity.

— You really do hate the idea of having a sugar daddy, don’t you? No one has pampered you enough?I can change that… — He said and you could imagine the grin on his pretty face. Smart ass.

— That’s not the point, Playboy.

— I’ve got you, darling. Remember that picture of us in your bathroom mirror, the one you’re wrapped your legs around my waist?

— The one I asked you to delete? You’ve kept it. Obviously — You said, laughing. You would be mad at him for keeping that picture, but it saved you right now.

— Sorry, I didn’t plan on keeping it, but you look so fucking pretty there that I couldn’t help it.

— That’s okay. Just send it to me, please.

— Sent already, darling.

— Thank you, Playboy.

— You’re welcome, love. 

— Bye.

— Kiss you later.

You hung up and walked back into the room. Aly was on the mirror step again and Fabio was back with the pins.

You got in Tim’s chat and opened the photo.

He was right, it was a good photo, but you didn’t want him to have it because of the way you looked at him in it. Too intimate. He was standing with his back turned to your mirror, his wet hair kinda messy and some water droplets sliding on his bruised back. You were being held by him, your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands cupping your ass (gently squeezing, actually, but no one could tell it by the picture), one of your hands grabbing his shoulders, your red nail polish in contrast with his fair skin. You were the one holding the phone and, with your hair wet and slight back, you looked at his smile with flustered cheeks and a sweet smile. Too fucking intimate. 

At least, neither his face nor his scars known to the public were showing.

— If you ever say he is old again, Alysanne Taylor Lewis, I’m going to beat your ass — You started getting closer to them. Aly got the phone from your hand and you were not worried that they could get out of the photo and try to discover his identity. You trusted Aly.

— Damn, y/n, you are aggressive in bed — They said, zooming in on Tim's bruises — Nobody would bet on that by looking at your face… always the quiet ones…

— I didn’t do it — You laughed — He got in a fight with his brothers. 

— Romeo? — Fabio asked, looking at the photo too. Aly nodded — His back seems incredibly familiar. Weird. I know these measures from someone…

— Maybe you’ve tailored something for him — Aly said, giving your phone back to you — She calls him “Playboy”, so he is certainly on your client’s list.

Fabio looked at you.

— I have no idea, maybe he is — You said, looking at the picture again. Even though Tim was filthy rich, you couldn’t picture him wearing hand made suits. The boy literally showed up at your house wearing jeans and a Flash merch sweater.

— That look on your face — Aly said — Are you sure you’re not in love with him?

— Shut up, Alysanne. 

— Maybe Red Robin finally found his match in the competition for your heart. Who would say, a hero and a twink… I guess you don’t really have a type.

You didn’t answer, as you kept looking at your face on the picture before deleting it. 

You were not going to let him crawl his way into your heart. 

#timothy drake #tim drake #tim drake x reader #tim drake smut #red robin x y/n #red robin headcanon #red robin x reader #red robin fanfic #batboys fanfic #batboys x you #batfamily #batboys x reader #Spotify

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Indecent Proposal (An academic rivals to lovers fanfic) - Tim Drake x Latina!Fem!Reader.

Sinopsis: Being a scholarship student at Gotham's most expensive school is not easy, especially when your academic rival, your nemesis, who coincidentally is the owner's son, decides to make you a rather usual proposition.

Tropes: Academic rivals-to-lovers, contract/bet, he loved her all this time, everyone else sees it except them, opposites attract, etc.

A/N: Is it just me or you guys also think that the baftamily has some weird abilities? Like, I can picture it very clearly in my mind: Tim is the master of voice imitation, no one can imitate Gordon or Bruce, or even Alfred, better than him (and he sometimes does it to make Damian laugh when the poor baby has to be stitched); Jason is abnormaly good at the kitchen (no wonder why he is the only one allowed in the Manor's kitchen, it also comes in handy at family hollidays); Dick can unwrapp sweets inside his mouth (It doesn't seemed very useful to him until he had his first kiss, obviously), etc. For those of you that want to read some chapters ahead, feel free to acess my AO3 account here.

Happy New Year's Eve, guys :)

Warnings: Non graphic oral sex (M receiving), sexting, etc.

Wordcount: 2222.

Chapter twelve

Chapter Thirteen: Batman is on the phone

It was a slow week. You decided not to think about Red Robin anymore. He was probably hurt and you couldn’t expect him to act like nothing happened. Yesterday, a package arrived at your house. A bouquet of purple delphiniums and a box with a red silk ribbon, and a note. You quickly hid the note and got inside with the package. Your mother was in the kitchen and saw you when you got inside with the flowers in hand.

— Hm… it seems like someone has an admirer — She said, leaning against the counter with a smile — What's his name, honey?

— I wish I knew — You said — No card. 

— I don’t remember the last time your father bought me flowers. Enjoy this one, my love — She said and your father, who was sitting at the sofá watching football, lifted his head and looked at her — Yeah, I’m talking about you, Y/F/N. What are you gonna do about it?

He got up and got the car keys.

— Get you some damn flowers — He said, offended, as he put on his shoes.

— Remember, I like…

— Roses — He said, reaching the door — I’ve been married to you for 26 years, woman. I know you better than your parents at this point.

You laughed as you got upstairs. 

When you got upstairs, you read Tim’s note.

“Purple delphiniums mean i’m thinking about you. Not that it is some kind of surprise. I’m always thinking about you. - Yours”

You kept the note in the middle of your book and took the Red Carnations off the vase, putting the delphiniums in their place. And the ribbon… you were using the ribbon he sent you. And, God, his glare was fixed on your back and it was so satisfactory that you couldn’t keep the smile off your face.

Unfortunately, history class was absolutely tedious today. Maybe it was the effect of the rainy atmosphere of the gothinamite Autumn, or because you've studied today's topic a million times already, but you were utterly bored. You only wished you were an applied student like Aly when it came to history.

Your boredom did not last long, though. Your phone vibrated under your skirt - you've always kept it there, in case of an emergency. And also, this is Gotham. If you were to be robbed, you would like at least to keep your phone so you could call an uber home.

You lifted the hem of your skirt discreetly so you could see the notification bar, and smiled as you realised who was texting you. Him.

Very carefully to not attract any undesired attention, you turned your head in his direction and saw him smiling at you. Damn.

You unlocked your phone and read the message.

Playboy: I see you got my present

Playboy: You look great in my colours, by the way

You: the package arrived yesterday. Thanks for the flowers, also. My mother is becoming a fan of yours.

You: your colours? I didn't realise you owned the colour red

Playboy: it's just my favourite colour... it suits you

You: I am gorgeous, tim. every colour suits me

Playboy: i can't say i disagree

Playboy: Also, I pla to make your mother love me. Just to let you know.

Playboy: So you hide your phone under your skirt... damn, i wish i was this phone so i could be that close to your legs all the time, too

You: Hm... we can solve that. Or kind of

Playboy: Wdym?

You: I'll give you one of my ribbons

You: Then you can wrap it around your wrist. or your thigh. or your cock, like a pretty gift for me

You: That's a package i'd like to unwrap

Playboy: I see... next time I want to give you a ribbon, i'll strap it to me, so i can get your hands all over my body

You: Its almost break time…

You: You've got something to do or would you like to go to the bathroom with me?

Playboy: Oh, i wish i could

Playboy: I'm leaving early today, Cass has a concert and all my family will gather to prestigiate her. She’s going to play Giselle

Playboy: I'd like to fuck you at the ballet's bathroom, though. That would be a really interesting experience. Almost a dream.

You: Tell me more about your dreams. They might come true

Before you could read the text that had just popped on your screen, Mr. Tanner exclaimed so the whole class could hear:

— What a shame, Mr. Wayne. Using your phone during class.

Surprisingly, no one thought it was weird that you bursted into laughter when Mr. Tanner commanded Tim to read out loud the messages he was exchanging, since they were so much more interesting than the actual class.

Little did they know it was, actually, a nervous laughter.

Tim tried to warn him that the content was inappropriate, however, Mr. Tanner's pride spoke louder. Then, Tim got up, cleared his throat, and started with a wild grin on his stupid pretty face.

— Last night i thought about you before going to bed — He started, confidently — About how pretty your hair is, how soft it is to touch your skin and, mostly, about how much i wanted to hold a handful of your hair as your pretty mouth went on sucking my coc...

— That is enough, thank you, Mr. Wayne, now go to the principal's office immediately.

***

Tuesday you went to Tim’s house. It was weird to call it a house, but he insisted, so you tried to accommodate.

— That was actually  fun — You said, laying beside him.

— Well, I have to admit, it really was — He said — Telling everyone what I wanted to do to you, even if they did not know I was talking about you. It felt amazing.

— Hm… seems exhibitionist to me — You teased,smiling with your eyes closed —  The principal went through our messages?

— Briefly, yes — The boy said, looking at you like you were the only thing he has ever seen, even though you could not see the look in his eyes.

— And how did he react when he realised his best two students were the most naughty ones? — You asked, turning over your stomach so you could see his face. 

His beautiful face.

— Oh, he didn't — He said, getting his face closer to yours — Your contact doesn't match your name on my phone, and he didn't go much behind to see me calling you by your name. Neither opened your profile's photo.

— How is it saved, then? — You asked, provocatively.

— I invoke the fifth amendment — He replied with your noses touching.

— A shame — You said.

— Why? I thought having a perfect report card and a reputation to match was your life plan — He stated, putting a lock of your hair behind your ear — Tired of pretending you don't have a wild side in front of others? Should I worry that you gonna tease me to fuck in public?

— No. Apparently, I’m the one who should worry about that, Mr. “I liked telling them what I wanted to do to you” — You replied, quickly, sitting back on your heels — Just thought it would be really funny to see Principal Farehd flustered whenever he looked at one of us.

— Silly me thinking you wanted to take us out of the shadows.

— There's nothing wrong with being discreet — You said, putting your hair up in a ponytail.

He arched an eyebrow.

— What are you doing? — He asked while you started to unbutton his pants.

— You said you wanted a fistful of my hair while my mouth was around your cock — You explained — I'm trying to make your wish come true.

— Seems more like you're trying to make me come — He said as you leaned over to his cock.

— Oh, that's just a plus. 

Tim was so fucking vocal you were glad that Damian had a chess competition at school today and Bruce, Duke and Alfred went to cheer for him. It would be embarrassing to a 10 year old to hear his brother moaning like a whore on the end of the corridor, and you were sure that anyone could have heard it.

— Fuck — He said after he came in your mouth — That was so fucking loud Alfred must have heard from Damian’s competition.

You laughed.

— I like it — You said, laying beside him. Tim pulled you closer — My ex barely did any sound in bed. It was weird, like being fucked by a corpse.

— You never told me you had an ex — He said, caressing your waist with his thumb

— He isn’t worth talking about.

— Why not?

— Hm… — You said, thinking if Tim was trustful enough for you to tell him. It has been almost a month since you’ve started this agreement and apparently, not a soul knew about you guys. Maybe Duke, but it was Tim’s fault for not being able to hold his pretty moans back — Lets just say I don’t have good memories of him. 

— None?

You shook your head negatively. 

— Everything that was good about him was gone the moment he decided to be a jerk.

— What do you mean, Y/N?

— Let's not talk about him, please? — You asked, looking at him with sweet eyes, a glare you knew that had some power over his soul — He is in the past. I rather like the present.

Tim smiled.

— Why don’t you give me a present and sit that pretty pussy of yours on my face — He said, caressing your hips — I miss your taste.

— Your desire is an order, Mr. Drake — You said and he got really excited. As you took off your panties to sit on his face, as he demandes, your phone rang.

You were confused. It was 15h. Who the fuck would be calling you. You walked towards your phone and as you saw the name on your screen, you started to gather your things.

— What’s going on? — Tim asked, sitting on the bed.

— It’s Aly — You said, putting your panties on again — I had to meet them at Fabio’s studio to see something about our costumes and I forgot. Fuck, I’m the worst friend there is.

— Don’t say that about yourself — He said, getting up and dressed. You were so busy putting your shoes on that you simply couldn’t stop Tim from picking the phone up. 

— No! — You exclaimed and he started to talk.

— Hello, Alysanne — Tim said, though his voice was pretty different, but at the same time, quite familiar to you. Where have you listened to that deep, cold voice before? He put the call on the speaker.

— Hm… Who is it? — They asked.

— You probably know me as “Playboy” — He said, winking to you as he spoke to Aly. You just wanted to find a hole to bury your head.

— Oh, so you’re the mysterious lucky man. Mind if we talk on a video call? Y/N is gatekeeping your face and I have an urge to judge her taste. 

— You want to see my face? 

— Do you have any hearing deficiency?

— I would rather stay mysterious for now.

— Hm… so you’re ugly?

— Oh, quite the opposite — He said, smirking — Well, how can I help such a worried person?

— Y/N was supposed to meet me ten minutes ago. I know she is probably taking some very  well deserved dick, but I can’t reschedule our appointment. Would you mind borrowing her to me?— Aly asked after a laugh. You could see that they already liked the “Playboy” — I promise I won't require any of her private parts. I know you’re probably inside her right now. She was always silent and you know what they say about the quiet ones. They’re always the nastiest. 

— Oh, they really are. That’s one of the things I like about her — Tim said and you threw one of your shoes on him, but he deflected impressively fast —  I will take her to your meeting point, don’t worry. She’ll be there in ten minutes.

— Y/N, be prepared to be interrogated when you arrive — Aly said and then hung up.

— Why are you so red, my darling?

— Can you kill me? — You asked, hiding your face with your hands — I rather die than listen to Aly tell Fabio about how you were supposedly fucking me while you talked to them on a phone call. 

— You know, that’s something we can try someday — He said, smiling, as he approached you with your shoe in hand. He left a peck on your pouted lips before helping you to put your shoe on — It would be fun.

— You say that like you can shut up when you’re inside me — You said — You’re more vocal than a fucking radio.

— Yeah, and you fucking love it — He said, helping you to get up — I’m really upset that I don’t get to taste you, though. 

— You are a weird man — You said as you got out of his room — What was that voice?

— Hm… let's just say that the Waynes have pretty competitive game nights — He said holding your backpack with one hand and your hand with the other — And I had great opportunities to improve my imitation abilities.

— And who were you imitating? — You asked.

He laughed as you got closer to the garage door.

— Batman.

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Indecent Proposal (An academic rivals to lovers fanfic) - Tim Drake x Latina!Fem!Reader.

Sinopsis: Being a scholarship student at Gotham's most expensive school is not easy, especially when your academic rival, your nemesis, who coincidentally is the owner's son, decides to make you a rather usual proposition.

Tropes: Academic rivals-to-lovers, contract/bet, he loved her all this time, everyone else sees it except them, opposites attract, etc.

For those of you that want to read some chapters ahead, feel free to acess my AO3 account here.

Warnings: Nothing bad, just feelings of frustration. Also, references to minors using "light" drugs (I don't believe in the existence of light drugs, but I guess weed is classified like one by most people)

Wordcount: 3089.

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve: Disaster

Alysanne Taylor Lewis was the most stubborn person to ever set foot on this earth.

That was one of the first things you discovered about them when you met. Throughout the years, you've learnt how to deal with it. However, this week Aly was being more stubborn than you could support. They decided to throw a “pre-party” at their house, only inviting the people on their birthday’s invitation list they knew you’ve met. Detective Aly was probably the most annoying person you know.

— Did he do anything? — Aly asked as they helped you with your make up 30 minutes before the party — You’ve been so… sad, these last two weeks. Did you guys break up?

— Aly, we are not a couple. Therefore, we can’t break up — You answered, laughing a little — But I promise you, my emotional state has nothing to do with Playboy.

Although you hated to admit, Aly was right. The last two weeks were very melancholic for you. You constantly asked yourself if you’ve done the right thing sending Red Robin away like that, and he permeated your mind even more frequently now. Another damn boy in your life. 

Tim noticed too, so much so that for most of the time you spent together he made a point of trying to make you feel better. He would caress your back and play with your hair. The times that you did meet, you just lay together in a hug, exchanging innocent caresses. Even on the bathroom floor he made sure you were comfortable. The last two weeks, though agonising for the lack of news from Robin Red, were the most intimate you've had since the beginning of the arrangement, and you didn't even do anything more saucy than a few kisses.

— Hm… For real? — Aly asked, suspicious — You know I’m your ride or die, Y/N. If you need me to teach him a lesson, just let me know.

— I know, and I’m very thankful for that. There’s nothing to worry about, Aly. 

— ‘Kay then — Aly said — Now tell me… how does your Playboy look?

— And ruin this little investigation game of yours? No fucking way — You answered, laughingly.

The party was great. You loved more intimate parties, probably because you were used to parties with your family, that, even big, were so intimate that you never felt like a wallflower. Most of your classmates were here, some students from other classes too. You’ve chatted with most people, played beer pong and even participated in some Tik Toks, especially Aly’s, that loved to exhibit you to their followers. You had so much fun before Duke and Tim arrived that when the Wayne boys set foot on the Lewis’ Parlor it felt like a completely different night. 

Aly took no time to start chatting with Duke, and that was the distraction Tim Drake needed to take you far away from everyone. Okay, he just followed you, actually. Some of your classmates started to smoke a certain weed in the room, so you went out, towards the pool. You took your shoes off and put your feets into the cold water, sitting on the edge of the pool and laying with your back on the ground, looking at the stars. You were completely alone and as the feeling started to crush your ribs, Tim Drake arrived with the legs of his jeans rolled up and his shoes on his hands. He sat by your side and put his feets into the water.

— Damn, Y/N — He exclaimed, looking at you — The water is so fucking cold. How are you so comfortable?

— I’m used to cold water — You said with your hands laying on top of your stomach — Its healthier for the hair. 

The silence took a seat beside you and for some minutes, you just enjoyed each other’s company. 

— I like this dress — He said, one of his hands carefully touching the hem of your dress — Your legs look very nice in it.

— That’s because I have very nice legs — You laughed. He rolled his eyes.

— Can’t you take a compliment and be flustered, like any other person?

— Why would I? I thought you liked me because of my amazing personality — You mocked him and he approached you for a kiss.

— That’s one of the many things I like about you — He said and kissed you lightly. 

— Tell me what else you like about me.

— I love your hair — He said, kissing your cheeks — It’s so pretty and shiny. And your skin… it is like touching the softest of the pillows. I could literally sleep in your thighs — He said, kissing your neck — And your smile, it is the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen. When you smile at me I am practically your slave.

— Good to know — You said, smiling at him, that buried his face in your hair.

— Your scent — He said — It is amazing. I go nuts everytime you walk past me on the school corridors. 

— Thank Aly for that. They gave me this perfume as a birthday gift — You said, feeling his hand caress your waist. 

— I’ll give them the most expensive gift I can find — He said, kissing your collarbones — And I like how stimulating you are to me. Both physically and intellectually. It’s like having caffeine injected directly on my veins. I’m addicted to the feeling.

You felt your face getting warmer. 

— Hm… so using fancy words is the way to fluster you? I’ll remember that next time we share a bed.

— We should probably get inside now — You said, sitting again. He leaned on his elbow in an incredibly funny pose — Your brother and Aly will miss us.

— Just if Aly hasn't swallowed him already — He said, helping you to stand. 

After putting on your shoes, he was the first to go back inside.

You got inside just in time to hear Aly exclaiming, as they sat their eyes on you — Let's play never have I ever!

The ones that chose to play gathered at the centre of the room and sat on the ground. The rules were simple:

The verbal game starts with all players forming a circle. The first player starts by saying a simple statement about something they have never done before starting with "Never have I ever". Anyone who at some point in their life has done the action that the first player says must drink. Then the game continues around the circle, and the next person makes a statement.

Simple, right? Except this party was filled with some of the richest kids in Gotham. It's like playing truth or dare with the Kardashians. You weren't really excited to play, but Aly knew that they could get you to do anything with their puppy eyes. At the other side of the room, Timothy Drake saw you being dragged to the circle by Alysane, and, for him, that was enough to convince him to play.

Aly, as the host, was the first player.

— Hmmm, let's see — Aly started — Let's start easy. Never have I ever... Gone out with a friend's ex.

Aly's definition of "starting easy" was something like "I'm gonna ask something I know most of you have done". Almost half of the players drank.

— Never have I ever stolen anything — Someone said and, impressively, more than half of the players drank. You were surprised, these kids were rich as fuck, why the fuck would they want to steal something?

— Never have I ever spent more than 3000$ on a night out — Everyone of them, except for you and the other two scholarship students of your class, drank. Tim laughed with mockery. Of course he would laugh, you doubted he had ever spent less than 3000$ on a night out.

— Never have I ever run out of a meal without paying.

These and other questions went by, some stories were shared and many laughs filled the room with each of them, and your drink started to warm up on your hand. You were so different from them that it was worth pity. Only Duke seemed to be in the same situation as you. Realising this, Alysane looked at you with a suggestive look in their eyes. Oh fuck.

There was only one person in this world that knew your sins better than you, and they had a name: Alysane Taylor Lewis.

— Never have I ever — Aly started with a malicious grin. You knew they weren't saying anything that made you look bad, but you were worried. Gossip spread among rich people like lice in the nursery school —  Kissed a vigilante/superhero.

You closed your eyes slowly as everyone in the room complained. Who in this world would be that lucky. You sighed and tried to take a sip of your drink hiddenly. Of course, Tim Drake wouldn't let it pass unnoticed.

— Y/N, Y/N... who would have guessed. Now, that's a story I'd like to hear — He said, attracting the room's attention to you, that you still had your cup close to your lips. Beside you, Duke’s jaw dropped — Vigilante or superhero?

— Vigilante — You answered, trying to look confident while Aly smiled trying to cheer you up.

— Which one of them? Gotham has plenty — He asked again. Bastard. He was smart enough to add two plus two and know the answer.

Your gaze to him meant only one thing “Are you fucking serious?”. He looked at you with a grin, and then you started to suspect he knew something.

— Yeah, tell us — Aly said, adding fuel to the fire — we want to know who was the lucky masked man.

— Red Robin. But it was years ago, I don't remember much of it — You said and Duke was even more surprised, like this was the most incredible thing he has ever heard.

— Liar! — Aly exclaimed — You talked about it for weeks, I would put my hand on the fire if you didn't remember.

— Now, isn’t that interesting? — Duke said, looking directly at his brother. Timothy Drake, you bastard.

You rolled your eyes and a girl, Amanda Silvester, put a hand on your shoulder. — Don't be embarrassed. I would talk about it for weeks too. Tell us how it happened.

— Hm.. he just appeared around my house last year, all bruised, and I asked my mom to patch him up — You explained, trying not to blush. You've been simping for him for the last 13 months, that kiss popping on your head whenever you were doing something like brushing your hair, studying or making a sandwich. The only thing that made you feel close to the kiss Red Robin gave you was the kiss Timothy gave you on your first "date" at your house, and he seemed to know this — After my mom had finished, she went back to bed and I stayed up waiting for Nightwing to pick him up. We chatted a bit, he kissed me then left.

— Is he a good kisser? — A boy asked and you realised that almost everyone was looking at you. Good, now 40 people looked at you like you’re some kind of exotic bird. 

— Yes. No. I don't remember. It was a while ago — You answered, nervous.

— How good looking is he? Do you think you could recognize him if you saw him?

— No... it was very dark, he insisted for us to keep the lights low, so we couldn't really see details of him — You said, trying to not let Aly realise you’ve seen him more times after your first encounter — But he has really nice hair. Soft.

Now the crowd was starting to dissipate and only Amanda kept talking to you, making several questions.

— What did you talk about? — She asked, mesmerised.

— Many things, but mostly nothing about him — You answered, remembering the warm feeling of someone wanting to know you genuinely. More than that, he wanted to be yours — I only know he is about our age, but I don't really know how old he is.

— That's so romantic! — She exclaimed with her eyes shining — Was he the last guy you kissed?

You gulped.

— No — You answered, feeling kinda guilty — But there's no comparison, maybe I have something for men in uniforms, I don't know — You said in a lower tone, for Tim not to hear. You knew he was around. 

— Well, if that's the case, I can always introduce you to my brother, he is in the army.

— Thank you, Amanda, but I'm trying to focus on myself right now — You answered, smiling, with a hand on her shoulder.

After chatting a while, you said goodbye to Amanda and Alysane and went outside to call an uber. Okay, your parents probably didn't expect you to go home, but right now you just wanted something that could revive the feeling of the minutes you spent beside him in your living room. Something that wouldn’t make you feel so guilty for turning him down.

— It looked like you've got a crush on him — Tim said, appearing out of nowhere, as you tried to call an uber — Should I get myself a Robin costume?

— Well, i don't — You said, trying to not look upset by his mockery — It was just a kiss. And even if I had a crush on him, you have nothing to do with it, you're not my boyfriend.

— I didn't want to upset you — He said, his voice a bit hurt — I'm sorry. What are you doing out here?

— Trying to call a stupid uber so i can go home.

— I can give you a lift — He offered, getting closer to you — I'm heading home too.

— I don't know if you realise it, smart boy, but we live on opposite sides of the city.

— Well, it's not like i cannot afford to take you there — He said and you sighed.

— What about Duke?

— I don’t think Aly will let him go until the sun rises.

— Fine. But keep your hand off of me.

— I wont do anything you don't ask me to.

— Good.

You were distracted on the way home. You were trying to get over that last night, after all, it was just one real kiss, a year ago, and you probably weren't going to see him again after turning him off. You sighed as Tim parked in front of your house. There wasn't a single light on.

— Thank you, smart ass — You said, starting to get out of the car.

— Hey, can I ask you a favour?

You looked at him with an annoyed face. Obviously a man simply couldn't do anything nice without asking for something in return.

— It depends. I would have to take off my clothes?

— No, gosh. What do you think of me? — He asked, offended — I was just wondering if I could use your bathroom. Beer is very diuretic.

— Hm. Sure. But don't wander around the house. My parents are there.

You both got in as quietly as possible and then you led him to the guest bathroom. As you waited for him to leave, you sat on the sofa and rested your head on its backrest. With only moonlight to bring some light into the room, you could almost smell the mix of perfume and bloodscent he exhaled that night. You felt the sofa seat beside you sink a little and you knew Tim sat there, but you simply couldn't disturb your fantasy, not when Tim's presence worked so well to enhance it. He sat with his legs touching yours and your arms touching as well. It was almost perfect. The only thing disturbing you was that, no matter who sat beside you, you would never know if it was really him.

— Can I kiss you goodbye? — He asked in a whisper. The same five words Red Robin asked you.

You felt ashamed. You wanted it, you wanted it with all your whole heart: to recreate the scene that has been living in your head rent-free for the last 13 months, but you would not do this to him. No matter how much you wanted, no one deserved to be treated like that.

— No — You said, feeling hot tears starting to roll from your eyes to the backrest — I'm currently imagining him. I wouldn't do this to you.

— I don't mind being someone else in your mind — He said and you opened your eyes, looking at him surprised — I want you to have a good memory of tonight.

— You sure?

— Yes.

His hands cupped your face gently, almost perfectly mimicking Red Robin's movements from that night. With your eyes shining, he approached your face and brushed your lips to his, lightly, and then, he kissed you. Inherently, it wasn't really different from any other kiss you've shared, but somehow, it was more intense? This kiss had something the others did not have. Some kind of feeling, you wondered as, without knowing, your hand run to his hair and, FUCK, they were so soft you almost fainted. Tim was really putting the effort in so you could have an unforgettable kiss. Another unforgettable kiss. He was the right amount of gentlemanliness and the right amount of roughness, his thumbs lightly caressed your cheeks and you could almost feel the heat coming from his body.

You simply couldn't hold back anymore. Without breaking the kiss, you managed to get up to sit on his lap. Your hand ran over his chest and got to the edge of his shirt. Just when you were about to take his shirt off, he held your wrist gently.

— No — He said, breathing heavily.

— You did something nice for me — You said, kissing him again while rolling your hips lightly on his already hardening cock — Let me do something nice for you in return.

— No, I didn't do it because I wanted something from you — He said, trying to resist, but you were determined to convince him.

— I know. And I appreciate that — You said and his hands reached your face again, pulling your head gently away from his neck — Allow me, please.

— No. Not today — He said, looking deeply into your eyes — I've gotta go.

— Okay — You said, getting up and fixing your clothes — I'll take you to the exit.

You led him to the kitchen door and saw him getting inside his car. Before he left, he smiled and waved to you. You smiled back to him, despite feeling your heart hurt. It was like seeing Red Robin leave you again, and, somehow, it felt even worse now.

You cried yourself to sleep tonight.

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Hope you had a good holiday! I was thinking of the reader from Indecent Proposal going over to Tim's house for some fun just before Christmas. Like maybe the 23rd. But a snow storm blows in and she can't get home so they're stuck hanging in Tim's room trying to hide the fact that she's there from his siblings. I feel like some hijinks will ensue.

Omg this is so fucking cute! I don't know if I can make it the 23rd (The reader is going to be invited to go to Cass' Christmas Recital, and also, I don't think reader's mother would simply let her spend the night at Tim's house on the night before the Christmas Eve, such an important date for Latinos, even with a snow storm), but I can definitely work with the idea!

It would be so funny because Alfred would totally know that Tim sneaked someone into the house and Damian would be confused about why Titus wanted to get into Tim's room so much!

Duke would try to help Tim to hide her and terribly make thinks worse drawing all the attention to Tim's quarters and then suddenly all the family is camping in front of his door and Bruce demands him to open it.

Reader would try to hide on the balcony but Tim would never allow, so he opens the door and the there is a girl completely blushed trying to explain to Bruce what was she doing in his house and apologizing for not being able to leave.

But Bruce simply don't care about it and the first thing he asks is why the fuck Tim didn't borrowed some of his winter clothing for his girlfriend. Tim would be incandescently happy because reader didn't deny being his girlfriend (maybe it was because 6'4'' Bruce Wayne, built like a fridge is fucking intimidating, maybe it's because her own parents think Tim is her boyfriend already) that he wouldn't even bother when Steph or Jason jokes about how Tim was keeping Reader warm.

And then reader would have to use Tim's winter clothing (that are obviously specially made for his maximum mobility and etc) and she would be like “Why the fuck is this so comfortable? You rich people really like to gatekeep your secrets from the mass...”

Alfred would probably make hot chocolate and tell reader that if she likes, her dates with Timothy could be in other parts of the Manor, since now they were forcibly removed from the closet. Tim thinks that this is a great idea and takes the reader to the cinema room and they would watch some holiday rom-com together and all the family ends up joining.

Damian would be suspicious because, yeah, he actually cares about Tim and would ask Reader a bazillion questions during dinner and Reader, being good with children, specially annoying children, would be rocking the interrogation.

Dick would just be so happy that his baby brother is in love (he already had his suspicions, since Tim was taking better care of himself in the previous months, even sleeping more, something he only does when he is trying to make things work with someone)

Steph, being Tim's bestfriend and also an icon, already knew about Reader. Actually, she was the one to incentive Tim to ask Reader out in the first place (I plan to post Tim's POV from some of the scenes in the future), but despite being a hopeless romantic, Tim has no idea about how to do romance and things kinda got out of his control. But that's okay, because all that's well ends well.

And then on the next day, before reader can leave to actually go back to her family, Cass invites her to watch the Christmas Recital in which Cass is playing the Sugar Plum fairy, around Christmas time.

Reader would be so flattered and happy about how the Waynes treated her so well despite her intrusement that she simply couldn't deny it and Tim is, once again, the happiest man in the world.

Anyways, now that i have imagined it, you guys are getting it on the storyline. It might take a while because here on Tumblr IP is still on early/mid-october, but you will get silly chistmas fluff scenes!

(Also, sorry for the delay in posting, I was moving from my previous apartment [yes, during the holiday bc my previous landlord is a shitty man] and was without internet for a couple of days)

[idontunderstandchemistry]

Three things! First, I live for resentful angry Tim. There's something about it that's just so good. Second off, I hope I'm not getting too annoying and it hasn't been obvious it's the same person sending in asks. And third, I hope you're taking care of yourself and focusing on you and I hope you have a happy holidays if you celebrate. Remember to take breaks from writing, drink plenty of water, and eat. 💛

I live and die for angry Tim! (I almost had a heart attack when I saw the last no fast-pass chapter of WFA, I just want to comfort him and call him my atta boy while playing with his hair) He is my precious baby and he has the right to be upset, I just wish that the official writers take it into consideration :/

Still about my Angry!Tim fic (That by the way will be called "Uncomfortable"), I intend to post it here on Tumblr already complete and divided in 3 chapters on Ao3, and I ask you all to really read the tags and take them into consideration before reading, because most of it will be depictions of the mind of someone really depressed with rationalizing tendencies, so it can be really triggering.

Don't worry, anon! You're not being annoying at all! I love to interact (My culture is known for being very "warm-hearted" and extroverted, so I love interacting with you guys) I wish I could interact more, actually.

Thank you so much for worrying! I'm dealing with a pretty distressing personal stuff rn that has been driving me crazy, but somehow writing has helped? I don't really know how to explain it, lol.

Happy holidays for you all ❣️ Please take care of yourselves and be safe!

[idontunderstandchemistry]

I am this 🤏 close to write the most angustiating piece of Tim Drake fanfiction where he is absolutely soaked in depression and caffeine, already don't care about anything else, is absolutely unhinged and outrageous and spit on everybody's face what they did to him.

“Are you saying they are afraid of me?”

“I wouldn't say afraid, Tim. It's just that the way you've been talking about everything these days... Makes everyone feel...”

“Uncomfortable?” He asked with a bitter grin on his face “The consequences of what you all did to me make you uncomfortable, Dick? You can't bear the guilty?”

I don't care anymore, I want to see pain. I want to see angry Tim, resentfull Tim. I live for the angst and the chaos.

#tim drake #timothy drake #batfam #batfamily #batboys fanfic #dc angst

[idontunderstandchemistry]

Indecent Proposal (An academic rivals to lovers fanfic) - Tim Drake x Latina!Fem!Reader.

Sinopsis: Being a scholarship student at Gotham's most expensive school is not easy, especially when your academic rival, your nemesis, who coincidentally is the owner's son, decides to make you a rather usual proposition.

Tropes: Academic rivals-to-lovers, contract/bet, he loved her all this time, everyone else sees it except them, opposites attract, etc.

Author's Note: Tim roasting himself when dressed as Red Robin is probably one of my favourite things in this world, hahaha. He is such a dumbass, i love him so much.

For those of you that want to read some chapters ahead, feel free to acess my AO3 account here.

Warnings: none.

Wordcount: 1479.

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven: Just let me be yours.

You and Tim woke up and took a shower together. You helped him to soap his back and saw some bruises. When you asked him about it, he smiled and said you shouldn’t worry, it was normal when you have many siblings. You tried not to worry. He washed your hair and you felt very caressed. So this is what the famous “after care” is like? You liked it. It was more intimacy than you’ve ever had with your ex. 

When you guys finished, got dressed and he helped you with the dishes and he took the garbage out when he was leaving. You kissed him at the door, already knowing how much you would miss him, and completely hating yourself for that.

The rest of the afternoon you spent doing your homework and studying, even though your mind kept replaying the scene of his fingers intertwined with yours and the forehead kiss he gave you before filling you with his cock. 

Your parents arrived at 18h and you watched a movie with them and chatted about how the family lunch went. Apparently, another of your cousins is getting married next year. 

Around 22h, you went to bed. You couldn’t sleep though. Damn boy. 

You looked at your clock. It was past midnight already. If you didn’t sleep, you might have to skip P.E. Class and sleep in the dressing room. You heard some knocking on your window and sat on the bed. Red Robin was there, hanging on the sill and waving at you. Your heart skipped a beat. You got up and opened your window so he could enter.

— You’re early — You whispered, closing the window — I only expected you next year.

— Ha, ha, ha — He said, getting closer to you — funny girl.

— If you didn’t like my sense of humour, you wouldn’t be here — You said, nervously crossing your arms. Good, now you wouldn’t sleep because you would be thinking about two boys.

— Being right all the time isn’t exhausting? — He asked after a quiet laugh and a grin. Your favourite things in the world.

— Oh, I’m used to it — You said, smiling.

He leaned by the window on your side, your thighs gently touching in the most comfortable silence you’ve ever experienced. You uncrossed your arms and he intertwined his little finger with yours. You couldn’t hold back a smile. The most “childhood sweethearts” thing he could ever do. And you’ve only known each other for about two years.

— Not that I don’t appreciate your visit, but what do you want? — You asked after a while.

— Wow, why so bitter, little Y/N? — He asked, coming even closer, with a grin. 

Damn, he was so pretty your heart trembled inside your chest.

— I can’t sleep — You admitted — It annoys me. I have class tomorrow. 

— Why don’t you skip it?

— You don’t become a top student by missing class — You smiled at him. 

He wrapped his arms around you and your eyes widened with surprise, but you hugged him back anyway.

— What do you want? — You asked again, resting your face on his armour, certain that all this affection wasn’t a good sign.

— You — He said, after a sigh — It has been weeks and I can’t stop thinking about you.You’re all I ever wanted.

You froze for a while. He wanted you? After all this time?

— You… you barely know me — You said, but it sounded like you were trying to convince yourself to not let him take what he wanted. 

— Well, I want to get to know you, then — He said and his hands held your confused face — I want to know you, to kiss you, to hold you in my arms. You don’t want to get to know me? It is what you wanted, isn’t it? You told me you wished us to be little birds, so we could spend a spring together. I thought about it. I want to spend time with you, even if it is just spring. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything the same way I want it now.

— Stop — You said, feeling your heart ache. You told yourself that you couldn’t ever have him. You told yourself that no matter how you felt about it, you could never be with him. It didn’t fit his lifestyle. You told yourself that for months — You can’t simply come into my room in the middle of the night and drop that on me. 

— I’m naked here for you, Y/N. My heart is naked — He said — Completely naked, I want you.

— Red, stop — You said, feeling your eyes getting watery. Everything was so good half a minute ago, why did he had to say this right now? — This is mean. You’re not supposed to be mean. 

— I’m not — He said, desperate to kiss you — I promise you, I’ll treat you like a lady, I’ll listen to you, I’ll play with your hair and I won’t ask you a thing that would make you uncomfortable, I just ask that you accept me. I haven’t thought about anything else since I kissed you last year. I’m just a bunch of dreams and what you left of me after that kiss. Be mine, please. Let me be yours.

You took his hand off your face. He looked at you and those white lenses did not trick you anymore. You could see the emotion on his face. He meant every single word. 

— Are you saying you love me? 

— Yes, even though I can’t really say it in words — He said, squeezing your hands lightly — I promise you, Y/N, this isn’t just a fling for me. You have been living in my head rent free for months. I’ve repressed what I feel for you so you don’t get hurt if we don’t work out, but it is unbearable for me. I can’t keep living like this. I need to know if you feel the same way. If you don’t, It will hurt, but I’ll understand. I just need you to be honest with me.

— I do feel the same — You said and the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen popped on his face — I have been thinking about you non-stop since we met. 

He tried to kiss you, but you backed off. The look on his face told you everything: he understood immediately.

— Is it the nerd that annoys you? — He asked and looked around, searching for evidence. Then he saw your new bouquet of red carnations. He laughed — I wish I had this idea before.

— Don’t be mad, please.

— I couldn’t ever be mad at you — He said and one of his hands reached your face — I knew about the risks when I decided to come here and tell you how I feel. It was a calculated risk. I just forgot people usually don’t correspond to maths.

— I’m sorry.

— You have nothing to be sorry about — He said — I’m really happy for you and your nerd. It’s good that you found someone that treats you right. Better than the last one, at least.

— Red, I don't think you understood me — You said — I love you. I just can’t be with you. 

— Because of him. Did he ask you to not be with anyone else? What kind of egotistical little man is he?

You laughed a little.

— An old fashioned lover boy, in his words — You said, remembering him — And if he is egotistical, then so am I. I’m not a fan of sharing. Wouldn’t you mind sharing me with him?

His jaw clenched.

— I have to admit, I’m not really fond of the idea — He said, a bit uncomfortable — But I guess that anyone that had tasted you wouldn’t like it either. 

— I’m glad you understand.

— Can I… — He started, leaning on your window — Can I at least have a last goodbye kiss?

— I would like better if your last memory of us kissing isn’t of this bitter conversation — You answered with your arms crossed, feeling more contradicted than ever. 

You wanted Red Robin to be yours so bad. You’ve wanted him ever since you’ve met him and he came here and told you he felt the same way. But now you’re letting him go. Because of Tim. He nodded, sad. 

— Okay — He said, sitting on the sill — See you around, Y/N. And if that nerd ever hurt you… let me know.

— What are you gonna do? Spank him? — You asked, laughing. He laughed too and kissed you on the cheek.

— Or maybe I’ll come here and console you… I’m sure that this will hurt him more than any violence could. Good bye, Y/N.

— Good bye, Red.

And he disappeared in the dark. You sighed, rubbing your hands against your eyes. When you were fucking alone this kind of thing would’ve never happened to you. 

— Oh, fuck. I’ve gotta sleep.

#timothy drake #tim drake x reader #tim drake smut #tim drake #red robin x y/n #red robin #red robin x reader #red robin headcanon #batboys x you #batboys x reader #batfam #batfamily #Spotify

[idontunderstandchemistry]

Indecent Proposal (An academic rivals to lovers fanfic) - Tim Drake x Latina!Fem!Reader.

Sinopsis: Being a scholarship student at Gotham's most expensive school is not easy, especially when your academic rival, your nemesis, who coincidentally is the owner's son, decides to make you a rather usual proposition.

Tropes: Academic rivals-to-lovers, contract/bet, he loved her all this time, everyone else sees it except them, opposites attract, etc.

Author's Note: This chapter is a little flat, in my opinion, but i guess that writing smut is waaaay easier in my mother tongue. We have many dirty words that prove their worth in these kind of scenes, lol. I guess this means i'll have to write many other scenes with this pretty boy so I can improve it... Hope you guys are enjoying reading it as much as I am enjoying writing! :)

For those of you that want to read some chapters ahead, feel free to acess my AO3 account here.

Warnings: Masturbation (male recieving), Sexting, dry humping, unprotected cockwarming, etc.

Wordcount: 4059.

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten: No problem, Timmy.

Through the list of your sins, using your phone during the cult was probably the more frequent one. It isn’t that you were bored (though sometimes you were), it wasn’t in the intention of disrespecting the “Sacred House of Christ”. You, just like most of your generation, took the “cell” part of the cell phone too seriously, and being connected all the time was awesome. Your parents didn’t like it, obviously, and your uncles and aunts agreed with them - this behaviour that you and your cousins refused to end was punished with “segregation”, like your eldest cousin called it. 

Basically, on the church days, like the young parents and devious children, you guys had to sit on the farest bench while the rest of your families seated on the first and second bench, closest to the altar. At this point of your life, it was almost a tradition among your cousins and every child in the family couldn’t wait to reach the pre teen years and be sent to the “smartphone bench”. Then, when a cousin gets married, he or she should leave the smartphone bench and go live adult lives. The perfect circle. 

Currently you are chatting with Aly, helping them to choose decorations for their party. Well, actually, Aly is showing you what they’ve already bought to the party and just waiting for you to compliment their good taste. And you couldn’t deny, Aly had a real good taste. All the decorations were amazing, some even terrifying. Everything would be just perfect in three weeks.

Your heart skipped a beat when your notification bar took some space on your screen.

Playboy sent you a video

You smiled, thinking this was probably going to be something funny. In the last week, again, you didn’t have much time to dedicate to your agreement because of the heavy homework. Your teachers didn’t care to verify if there was anything else due to that day, so you had a lot of work last week. Even if you guys couldn’t be close, he kept messaging you, which just proved he wasn’t as “playboy-like” as you expected him to be. Usually he sent you funny Tik Toks or memes, so you were absolutely confident that the video he sent you would be very church appropriate. 

However, you realised how wrong you were when the thumbnail of the video showed him, naked, sat on his bad with legs spread and his cock in hand. 

Oh God. 

You quickly locked your screen and sighed. 

— Oh, God — you whispered and your cousin, who was sitting beside you, looked at you, worried.

— Y/N, are you okay?

— Yeah. Hm, actually no — You said — I need to go to the bathroom. I think my period has decided to come early this month. 

You got up and walked ridiculously fast to the bathroom, hoping everyone would be listening to the cult. When you got inside it and locked yourself, you took a deep breath. The you opened the video. 

That cocky motherfucker…

Tim gently stroked his dick, moaning. His head was thrown back and his cheeks were flustered. He looked so pretty, touching himself, and when he whispered your name, your eyes widened and you felt your panties starting to get damp from the wetness dripping out of you.

You: I told you I would be at church. Do you want me to go to hell? 

Playboy: You made me suffer, I make you suffer.

Playboy: Besides, if you go to hell, we can meet there ;) I heard it’s super hot there.

You: May I know why the sudden masturbation video? Not complaining, btw.

Playboy: Well, I couldn't take you off of my mind. 

You: So?

Playboy: So I decided that you should see what you do to me. 

You: Oh, I like what I do to you.

You: You look very pretty touching yourself.

Playboy: Geez.

Playboy: Keep talking to me like that.

You: I love the way your eyes squint when you're about to cum. And you little whines… 

You: I wish it was my hand wrapped around your cock, so I could make you cum and keep jerking you off with my hand covered in your juice.

You: And then clean the mess you made with my tongue.

Playboy: Fuck

Playboy: I need to see you.

You: You're gonna see me tomorrow.

Playboy: I don't think I can wait.

You: So what are you going to do? Burst into my church and kidnap me?

Playboy: I was thinking of sneaking into your room, actually. 

You: Well, I have my family's weekly lunch at my grandparents today, so you're gonna have to wait.

Playboy: EVERY WEEK?

Playboy: Damn, you guys never get tired of each other?

Playboy: I saw Dick last week and haven't heard about him ever since. I can’t even remember the last time I spoke to Jason.

You: Well, some families like each other

Playboy: Can't you make something up so we spend some time together? 

Playboy: Say you're sick

You: My mom is a nurse, loverboy. If I say I'm sick, she's gonna stay at home to take care of me. 

Playboy: What if you say you have period cramps? 

Playboy: If you find a way of us spending the afternoon together, I might even cook for you.

You: Oh, Tim, don't make a fool of yourself. We both know you don't know how to cook.

Playboy: No, but I have a card that can get us the best food in town.

Playboy: What do you say?

You: Fine. 

You locked your phone and got out of the bathroom. Carefully to not draw attention towards yourself, you walked to your mom.

— Mom.

— Yes, honey? — Your mother asked without taking her eyes away from the priest.

— I’m having pretty bad cramps — You said and she took a ibuprofen tablet from her purse and handed it to you — I’ve already taken them. Is it okay if I go home? Do you think granny will be upset with me?

— Oh, honey — She said, finally looking at you — Of course she won't, you're in pain. Go home and text me when you arrive. There’s food in the fridge. Do not forget to eat, are you listening to me, little lady?

— Yes, mom — You answered smiling — Send kisses to them for me, please. 

You got home so quick that you surprised yourself. What that dick didn’t do to you?

After letting Tim know you were home already, you ran upstairs and quickly changed your clothes. He answered with a picture inside a car with a bag of the most expensive restaurant in Gotham.

You: Show off.

Playboy: Only the best for my darling.

Few minutes later, he arrived and, as you instructed, knocked at the kitchen door. You opened it and was struck with a passionate kiss. He closed the door behind his back and without breaking the kiss, he left the bag on the worktop. His hands pulled you closer to him and squeezed you like his life depended on it. He sat you on the Worktop beside the bag of food and open mouthed kissed down your neck, pulling you by your hips to be closer to him. You were so happy to see him that the fact he already seemed to know the position of things in your house slipped through your mind.

— It seems like someone has missed me…

— Immensely — He said, biting you collarbone lightly — You have no idea of how much I’ve missed you. Did you miss me?

— Maybe a little — You’ve missed him a lot. 

— I have something for you — He said.

— I hope it starts with “d” and ends with “ick”.

He laughed and pulled a small bouquet of red carnations from the bag. You looked at him with a confused look.

— I hope you keep the petals on the stems on this one — He said and gave them to you.

— And what does these ones mean in the Victorian flower code?

— Fascination — He said, kissing you again.

— Hm… — You said, smelling the flowers, trying not to show how much you’ve liked them — Let me go, I’ll grab a vase for them and some plates for us. 

Tim followed you to your room as you wanted to keep the new flowers on the same vase you kept the stems of the first ones. He looked around to the pictures on the walls, admiring moments of your childhood. For the kind of relationship you had, it seemed at the same time too much information and not enough. Damned boy was confusing your mind. 

After letting the Carnations on the vase, you went downstairs and started eating. He brought so much food you thought he was planning a feast, but it turned out he was really hungry. “It’s a work out thing” he said, though you were certain that the food he bought  had nothing to do with working out. After all, these were all aphrodisiacs. 

You got Tim a toothbrush and after brushing your teeths, you went to your room and laid on your bed. He laid on top of you, listening to your heart while he squeezed your other boob. 

The notification bar popped on top of your screen to let you know that the insufferable boy who was friends with one of your cousins came back to bother you with more unsolicited pictures.

— Why is your heart beating so fast? — He asked while you rolled your eyes for the notification..

— It’s nothing — You answered.

— Come on, tell me — He said, starting to pinch your nipples over the fabric of your shirt. You took a deep breath, pressing your thighs together.

— My cousin has a friend — You started, feeling his fingers play with your nipple — And this friend of his thinks I’m very pretty.

— He is not wrong, you really are very pretty.

— Yes, but he thinks that the best way of complimenting me is sending me pictures of his cock — You said and Tim sat on your bed with his brows frowned together, completely outraged. 

— What the fuck? — He asked and you opened the chat and showed him. There were months of unsolicited dick pictures with no response — Motherfucker. 

— Yeah — You answered — What are you doing? — You asked, laughing as Tim got up and took his pants off and started to jerk himself — I mean, I knew you liked that too, but I think this is a little too much.

— Just trust me, darling, I’m not touching myself for this project of sex offender — He said, after laughing — I'm solving this problem for you, darling. Seat on the edge of  bed.

— I don't know how sucking you will make my problem go away, but I’m all for it — You said and he walked towards you, spreading your legs. Your heart skipped a beat. Was he finally going to fuck you?

Then he turned his back on you and took a seat between your legs.

— My pussy is the other way, playboy — You said in his ear.

— I know — He said, grabbing your phone and opening the camera — I've told you, darling, I'm not going to fuck you yet. I'm slow with these things. Now put your hand around my cock.

— Excuse me? It doesn’t sound slow to me.

— Grab my cock — He said — And pretend to jerk it. Your red nails will bring an extra spice to the picture.

— You're taking a picture of my hand around your cock? — You asked and he nodded. He turned his head to you.

— And then I'm sending it to this idiot and he is never going to bother you again — He kissed your cheek — Come on. Let's do this.

You laughed a little and started to jerk him with one hand while you ran the other over his torso. He took a picture but you kept jerking him.

— Put one of your legs over my thigh — He said in a commanding tone and you did as he asked. One of his hands grabbed your thigh and he took another picture — Perfect.

He opened the chat with the boy and then sent the picture.

"She's kinda busy now", You could see he wrote after, looking over his shoulder.

— It's okay. He is not going to bother you anymore, darling — He said and tried to get up. You put your other hand over his thigh and pressed him on the bed — Y/N?

— Where do you think you're going, my sweet boy? — You whispered in his ear and felt him shiver. You smiled and kissed under his jaw.

— You... you don't have to do this.

— Oh, but I want to — You said, feeling his hands run over your thighs as he trembled with pleasure — You were such a good boy helping me to get rid of that freak. I want to thank you properly — You said as he threw his head back, resting on your shoulder.

— You really... don't have...

— You are so pretty when I have my hands on you — You said and he moaned. A whiny moan he was trying to repress by biting his lip — I love how your brain melts under my touch... — You kissed his shoulder — Such a good boy.

— Y/N, I'm going to cum — He said, trying to keep his voice serious.

— Good. I want you to — You said and bit the sensitive skin of his neck lightly.

You ran the pad of your thumb on his slit and then he poured his juice all over your hand, but that did not stop you. There was something about jerking him with his seed spilling on your hand, and you loved it. Making him drool like a little whore. When you felt it was enough, you wiped your hand over his abs.

— I thought you said you were going to clean my mess with your tongue — He said, smiling, still with his head over your shoulder.

— Well, that was when I thought I was getting laid today — You said — But you refuse to get inside of me, so I guess I'll leave you daydreaming about it. It makes 2x0 for me, anyway. 

— What can I do if I'm an old fashioned lover boy? — He asked, getting up and walking naked toward your bathroom to clean himself. You heard the shower and followed him.

Tim got inside the shower box just to wash the cum away from his body.

— My grandpa is an actual old fashioned man and he put many children inside my grandmother — You complained, washing your hands with a pout on your mouth.

Tim turned the shower off and wrapped your towel around his hips. He walked to you and embraced you from behind. He kissed your neck.

— So you want me to put a child inside you, huh?

— No, I want you to put your cock inside me — You said, frustrated, pressing your ass on him — preferably if it is inside a condom too. I really want to cum.

— Don’t worry, darling — He kissed your jaw — You’re coming for me today.

Your face lightened. You turned to him and tried to get the towel out of his waist, but he pinned you against the counter.

— You’re coming on my terms, darling, and I still am not going to be inside you — He said, teasingly close to your mouth. You whimpered.

— If you don’t fuck me, I’ll find someone who will — You threatned him and hw laughed.

— You say that like you're not as addicted to me as I’m to you — He said cockly. Fuck, his scent was driving you crazy — And it is really mean of you to threaten me. Mean girls don’t deserve to feel full. Mean girls don’t deserve to have a cock inside them.

— Let go of me, now — You said, trying to press your thighs together to get some friction, but he put one of his thighs in the middle of your legs.

— You were being so sweet… I don’t understand why you’re being such a brat now.

You looked at him with a defying glare. He had that cocky smirk on his face, that one that makes you make bad choices. You started to rub your cunt at his thigh, and you could see that it surprised him.

— Being so independent might not be that good for you, my darling — He said, pulling his thigh away but still keeping yours away from each other so you could get absolutely nothing to relieve yourself, which made you whine.

— Stop torturing me!

— If you ask me nicely, I’ll make you cum — He said with his lips brushing your skin — Say “Timmy, make me cum”.

— I told you already, I do not beg — You reminded him, feeling your pussy aching for any friction. 

— I’m not asking you to beg — He said, finally kissing you on the neck — I just want you to verbalise what you want. You’re such a smart girl, I’m sure you can do that.

The temptation was too hard. He was the apple you shouldn’t give in, but couldn’t dare to stay away for too long. His poisonous lips brushed your skin and reminded you of how good the minimal touch of his made you feel, reminded you of how bad you wanted him, and it was bigger and stronger than your pride.

— Timmy — You said, his nickname felt tingly on your tongue — I want to cum. Please.

— As you wish, my darling — He said and threw you over his shoulder and walked with you to your bed, where he threw you carefully, your stomach turned up and your legs slightly apart. Then he walked to his clothes and wore his boxers again. Coming back to you, he pulled your shorts down and threw them somewhere in your room, you didn’t care right now — Stay still as the pretty girl you are, okay? — He asked you and you nodded desperately.

Anything. You wanted anything he could give to you.

Positioning himself between your legs, he held your legs at waist height. You barely managed to hold back a groan as his covered cock brushed lightly against your damp panty-clad pussy.

With a roughness you'd never felt coming from him before, he rubbed against you, which elicited a loud moan, so loud it was embarrassing.

His crotch rocked against you slowly, making the damp fabric stick to your pussy. Your clit ached for more. You wanted all he could give you. A soft whine left your lips.

— Faster — You demanded and he leaned over you with his cocky smirk on his pretty face.

— My terms, kitten.

— Faster, Timmy — You asked in a sweeter voice and he lost his mind. He kissed you while increasing his speed on dry humping you.

He was so lost in you that you didn’t need to kick your hips up for more contact, he grinded against you as a hungry man. However, his chest pressed against you, your legs wrapped around his waist and your crotches friction wasn’t enough contact for him. Not even the kisses were enough. He needed more, so his hand reached yours and your fingers intertwined. Your foreheads touch and gosh, that was the sweetest thing anyone has done to you. You couldn’t even keep your eyes closed, as you looked at him with so much arousal you thought you were going to break.

He smiled and kissed you gently enough for you to remember it as the most thoughtful kiss of your life, and you were half naked on your bed while he dry humped you. Timothy Drake was a conflicting bastard and he was right, you were addicted to him.

Your swollen clit became so sensitive when you came that the sensation of his covered cock grinding you was almost too much for you to bear, but you wouldn’t dare to say a word. This moment was so precious you wanted it to last forever. 

Tim smiled and one of his hands slid to your pussy, under your panties, and he slid two fingers so embarrassingly easy inside you that your flustered face became a darker tone of red.

It was worse when he took his fingers to his mouth and tasted you in them.

— So sweet, and just for me — He said, smiling sweetly — Have you ever tasted yourself, darling? — You shook your head negatively — You’re the sweetest thing there is. I could drown in you and still want more. Do you want to taste yourself, my darling?

— Yes… — You said, panting. He leaned over you again and kissed you while his fingers collected some of your juice. He brought his fingers to your mouth and offered them to you. Without hesitating, you started to suck them.

— Don’t you agree with me? — He asked, looking at you — You’re the sweetest thing there is, aren’t you?

You nodded, whining while you cleaned his fingers.

— That’s why I’m going to feast on you right now, my dear. I want every drop — He said and as he started kissing his way down to your pussy, you held his biceps, a bit scared. — What is it, love?

— I think that if you go down on me now, I might pass out — You said, embarrassed — I’m too sensitive.

— Oh, I understand — He said, visibly sad. Apparently, he was longing for this.

— But we can take a nap together right now. What do you think?

He smiled beautifully and nodded. And then you became even more red.

— But I have something to ask you first — You said.

— Anything.

— I know you're not getting inside me anytime soon — You said, playing with the ends of your hair, embarrassed — But I really wanted to drool my cum over your pretty cock. I think it would be great to feel your cock sliding against me, covered in what you've done to me. 

He kissed you.

— If we do this, I might end up getting inside you. I'm not wearing a condom, you understand that? — He asked with one of his hands caressing your face.

— You don't have to move. I'd love to cockwarm you. — You said and he closed his eyes.

— Fuck — He said and then he took his boxers off, already half hard. He started to pull your panties down and you smiled — I hate the way you can get me to do almost anything.

— And I love it — You said, smiling, trying to stand up. He pinned you on the bed.

— What are you doing?! You're going to spill all my hard work on the ground this way! — He said and you laughed. He got in the middle of your legs again and leaned over you — I'm getting inside now, ok? — You nodded and he kissed your forehead while you felt his dick spreading your walls. 

You were still sensitive, but it felt so amazing, so full with him inside you, you would never complain. And you were sure he felt it too. Your pussy was clenching on his cock so strongly that tiny moans escaped his mouth. You just stayed like this for a while, feeling you pulsating around him and you cum making everything slippery. 

He wrapped your arms on his neck and your legs around his waist, then pulled you up by your ass. He pulled your sheets with one hand and sat on your bed. He laid with his head on one of your pillows and you got more comfortable, moving carefully to not give him much friction. He pulled the sheets over your bodies and you got your phone.

— When do you have to go? — You asked, feeling already sleepy. 

— Probably an hour — He said, playing with your hair.

— Ok — You said, setting the alarm and embracing him. Listening to his heart was so calming you wondered if you would ever feel so calm again.

— I wanted to talk about something with you — he said — And I need to talk about it now, while I still have courage.

— Go ahead.

— I… don't feel comfortable sharing. Or being shared — He started and you heard his heart beat faster — And I was wondering if you'd be willing to keep things exclusive between us.

You smiled.

— So you really are old fashioned.

He laughed a little.

— Yeah — He said, smiling — I'm sorry, you don't have to if you don't want to.

— No. I think it would work well for us.

— Thanks.

— No problem, Timmy.

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