#catxsnow asks

[river-bottom-nightmare]

on the second floor of wayne manor, to the right of the generations of family portraits and above the old billiards room that has been converted into, more-or-less, a movie den complete with a popcorn machine, nestles the library of wayne manor.

it's not particularly grand or particularly sweeping. instead, it's rather crooked in every direction, bookshelves built this way and that, crawling up the walls like ivy, brimming with novels of any and every sort. a couple plush armchairs and a loveseat were shoved into the corners, an afterthought.

at first, clark couldn't quite imagine bruce in this room. how could he? the musty smell of books permeated the place; clark had only ever known bruce to have machine grease and oil smeared on his fingers and clothes. the armchairs, the bookshelves, the walls themselves seemed to curl in towards the center of the room, as if offering an embrace of the dreamiest sort; bruce threw all the master bedroom furniture up into the attic and replaced it with the sort of soulless shit clark had only ever seen in magazines aimed to please middle-aged majority shareholders. the minute clark stepped into the library, he felt a dozy sort of beauty drape over his shoulders, feeling old and sad and more comfortable than nearly anything else he's experienced. bruce wayne was to clark kent what a pump of adrenaline was to most other people.

and yet.

"i spent half my childhood up here," bruce admitted. "i know for a fact i've read every crime or mystery book we had. then i started collecting them."

thick, calloused fingers skimmed over the bones of the shelf closest to them. bruce turned, enough so clark could enter behind him, but still making sure he had to brush past the other man to get there. (bruce thought he was being crafty. clark wanted to hook his chin over bruce's shoulder and give him a hug.)

with a casual sort of grace that had bruce flicking his eyes over, clark settled into the loveseat, leaning back and simply taking in the room. he shut his eyes, trying to hear a younger bruce shifting on the plush fabric of the chair across the room, greedily leafing through the pages with his hair falling over his forehead.

it's easier than clark had thought. then again, bruce had always felt a bit like midnight velvet, the kind of handsome that felt more at home in black and white. a thin-faced boy—a boy by candlelight, a boy whose hours were so filled with stories that he likened himself to one of those dark knights on the pages—isn't too far out of reach.

clark kent is someone who reads and writes for a living, who knows full well the sheer power words hold, who knows just what they can reveal about other people, who twines them around his lips threads them through his fingers and uses them to do more good in the world than his abilities ever could. clark kent is someone who knows exactly what he's asking when he says, "which is your favourite?"

and bruce, shrewd as he is, picks a worn blue volume from the shelves, sits next to clark, and flips the book open so they can read.

--

in which the author foists all of her longing into a nonsenical little snippet that is less superbat and more me missing the library

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[eumivrse]

hii! hope ur doing well! (or as well as u can in like college) but i absolutely ADORE ur asmr series sm, its the only fic ever that ive actively waited for so long on without forgetting it (i usually read completed series bc im lazy to keep up w ongoing stuff LMAO) BUT i NEED to know if theres any other similar fics u know of? some recommendations if u will. most content creatorxreader stuff is streamer related so just wanted to know if u could rec smth similar to ur fic. COMPLETELY FINE IF U CANT THO, LY, THANKS!

feel free to ignore btw

hi anon!! thank you for reading the fic and also being patient ?? it’s been a good year and a half since the last update it’s kinda cray cray that ppl still leave comments and asks abt it every few months lol

something similar to asmr is “behind the lens” by papijean here on tumblr (and i believe catxsnow on ao3). amazing story and very steamy!! it was actually one of the inspos for my fic!

(it’s one of the aot characters as a secret pornstar so idk if u consider that as ‘streamer’)

other than that, i haven’t really come across anything similar to my fic (but im also a really bad person to ask cuz i havent read in a while hehe)

#also i love asks #not gonna ignore 🙁 #eun & mail !

[catxsnow]

So slightly inspired by the last ask you answered but what pet names do you think the bat Boys would use in a soft way

Oooooo 

Looking at Bruce firstly, He doesn’t really use pet names. He calls Selina Cat but otherwise he doesn’t really use much. So, I think that he would really use a nickname to your name for the most part. I also think ‘Hun’ would catch on because it’s pretty short when he’s in a rush. Something like, “Hey, hun have you seen-” kinda thing. 

I think Dick, as said in my previous ask, would use Lovebird as a very soft name as well. With that one, it’s all about the tone of whether it’s teasing or loving. Probably a classic ‘Babe’ if he’s trying to get your attention for something.

Jason 100% princess. It was seen with Artemis and Kori so we know he uses it. I think he’d uses it for both soft and steamy and it all depends on his tone and the context. My love is reserved for meaningful moments but it’s his favourite to use. I think he’d also have a goofy one too like ‘short stuff’ or some bs name that was a total accident and now he can’t stop using it like “my honeybunches of oats’ and no one understands it 

Tim calls you sunshine and you cannot change my mind. He goes on and on about this cheesy little rant on how you’re the light of his life and he can’t live in a void of darkness if you’re around - which resulted in sunshine. I also think he’d be the kinda softy that would call you ‘jellybean’ or some shit and he HATES it because Bart was the one to come up with it and he ironically used it at first and now he can’t stop. 

Damian has the traditional one that everyone knows - beloved. As well (and again please correct me if I’m wrong) habibet albi which means the love of my heart which he got from his mother. I can also see him saying ‘my dream’ because for the longest time he did dream of this kind of mundane - even if he didn’t want to admit it. 

AND DUKE BECAUSE HE DESERVES ALL THE LOVE. I just know in my soul that Duke was a Peter Pan fan as a kid I just KNOW, so I think that would stick with him and he’d call you Tinkerbell. A classic ‘beautiful’ when he’s greeting you. 

Anyways I just think these ones but 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

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[woahajimes]

Have you ever wondered how Damian would handle an instagram account? 

For starters, Damian doesn’t even know he has an instagram account. It’s until Bruce answers a question at an interview that Damian finds out he has an instagram account. Bruce had created it for him, for god-knows-what reason. Yet Damian has to act like he has known all along, that he has an instagram account. 

Once Bruce gets him settled into a username that very literally is just Damian’s name as the son of the billionaire, Damian does absolutely nothing. He doesn’t follow anyone, he doesn’t post anything. He doesn’t even  have a profile picture. For all everyone knows, Bruce Wayne could have lied and that account is just some rando’s. 

And months pass, Damian’s account is the literal same every single day, and trust me, people have checked. Damian couldn’t actually care less about his instagram account, the only reason he hasn’t deleted the app completely is because he rarely even uses his phone. He just carries it around in his pocket when he’s out as Damian Wayne. 

It’s almost a year, and Damian is out with Dick, they’re getting lunch or something. Dick has ordered a burger, Damian stuck with a veggie option. And they’re about to start eating and Dick takes out his phone, snaps a picture. 

“What are you doing?” Damian asks him. 

Dick stares at Damian. “It’s for my instagram story.” And then he starts typing some caption or something. 

And even though I, op, don’t have younger brothers, I do have a younger sister and I can tell you that little siblings copy like, everything you do. And I know we’re talking about Damian, but still. Damian took his phone out and he snapped a picture, Dick in the shot as well. He posted it in his story, he didn’t put a caption. 

And then later that day, Damian remembered that he hadn’t saved that picture he took. So he opened the instagram app and he saw a little circle around his empty profile picture. He decided that he liked it. It went from purple to pink to orange to yellow to orange to pink and back to purple. 

So this became a routine of his, after all, it would cost him next to nothing. To take a picture and post it on his story. It would keep the little ring around his profile picture. And he’d get replies to his stories and he’d get tagged in pictures and he’d get thousands of followers and he’d get tagged in comments and new requests and all those things that famous accounts get. 

And it’s not like the pictures ever made sense. The first week they were things like the cover of his sketchbook, or this plant he found in the garden. Maybe it was the map on his wall, or alfred the cat and titus. He wouldn’t even take time with these pictures. He’d just remember every day about the little circle around his default profile picture and he’d grab his phone, and  he’d take a picture of the nearest thing he could find. He never bothered to write a caption, nor put a song, anything. 

And as time passes, the logic of the pictures becomes blurry. Why would the heir of the richest man in gotham post a picture of a crack on the pavement? 

But sometimes, people doubt that Damian even takes these pictures. Because sometimes they’re pictures of gotham at night, when the sky is pitch black, starless. And this one time, Damian is out on patrol, the sun is rising, he still hasn’t gone home. The sky reminds Damian of the little ring around his profile picture. So Damian sets his phone to record automatically and so it records towards the sunset. And because Damian would place himself against the light, the figure would look pitch black, a plain shadow against the sunset. So Damian sets his phone and he takes his cape off, he has his grappling hook, but he’ll use it once he’s out of the camera shot. And then he gets the video going (his phone is leaning on a plant pot, there’s another building that ends nearly as the camera shot begins. So Damian swings from where he set his phone, to the other building, and he just. 

Jumps. 

He’s jumping headfirst and he’s whooping loudly, laughing almost. He’s done this so many times yet something is just nicer. 

it was awesome. 

And he posts the video, but silences it. Nobody can see Damian’s uniform, nor his mask. For all they know, Damian hired someone to jump, or maybe he even threw a mannequin or something.  

That was the only video Damian posted on his story. The rest, every other day, theRE were just pictures. 

We skip time a bit more and Damian was with Jon, when he still lived in hamilton. They were by the tree they were always at, and Damian was taking a picture of the bark of the tree. Because bark. 

And Jon just stares at Damian. “What the h are you doing?” 

Damian shrugs. "Just taking a picture.”

Jon snatches the phone from him. They’re close enough friends. He goes to the camera and holds the phone up straight, he sets it to the front camera.

“My mom does this all the time,” he says. “She calls them selfies.” 

Jon snaps a picture. Then he checks it. He’s smiling, Damian is not. “You’re so lame! Did nobody ever teach you how to smile?” 

Jon snaps a second picture, Damian’s still not smiling. Third picture, Damian’s expression moves a bit, but it's just him rolling his eyes. 

“Come on, Damian! SMILE!” Jon takes another picture, he checks it. Damian’s smiling dramatically, he looks like Jon looks in family pictures he doesn’t want to take. He’s not smiling with his teeth, his eyes are practically closed, his nose is scrunched up. If anything, he looks more disgusted than happy. “Ugh, we’ll just try another day, i guess.” 

This became a sort of routine. Every day they saw each other as civilians, Jon would take a selfie with Damian. Sometimes he smiled, if he was in the right mood. It didn’t really matter, Damian never posted those pictures on his story. 

Now we take Damian’s fourteenth birthday. This, Damian decides, is a much better way to spend his birthday than the last one. Bruce isn’t there, but his brothers are, his best friends also are. Alfred and Jon, Dick, Tim, and Jason. They’re eating strawberry cake, with the ‘happy 14th!’ in pink frosting and everything. It is now his first option, thanks to Alfred.

Anyways, they’re slicing the cake, Damian just blew out the candles. Jon takes his phone out, the one he got when he turned eleven. He doesn’t have an instagram account, Lois wouldn’t let him, but Jon still takes a picture of everything. 

Alfred asks Damian for his phone, so he can take a picture. Damian shakes his head, yet he takes out his phone. He’s at the head of the table, he puts his phone on the front camera. He hands it to Alfred. 

“Jon likes to call them ‘selfies’,” Damian explained. He showed Alfred. “Here, you take them like this.” 

Damian took his phone back from Alfred, he stretched his arm with the phone. He called out Tim’s name, and all of them looked up. 

“Smile!” Damian snapped a picture, he grinned. He looked at the picture, he liked it. Alfred was grinning, like in that picture in which he’s with Bruce when he was little, and they’re both laughing at something.

Damian decided that this picture was too nice for it to go on his 24-hour ring. Besides, he had already put a picture of Jason helping prepare the frosting. He didn't need two stories in the same day. 

So he drafts the post, and there’s the option to edit the image, but Damian skips it. It’s nice as it is.

He posts it, he doesn’t write a caption.

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[littleredwing89]

Next Door Neighbour

Next Door Neighbour

Jason Todd X Reader

Summary: "Oh! You, ah, dropped something", Jason smiled while looking down at her feet. Y/N looked down and saw the black thong she'd worn during the day was laying on the floor. It must've fallen out when she dropped the bags. Kill me now, she thought.

Warnings – NSFW Smut. Language. 

Word Count: 3,209

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***

Y/N carried her laundry into the elevator, hit the basement button and dropped the heavy bags onto the floor. It had got to the point where laundry was now an emergency in her flat. She sighed. Friday night laundry. How dull. A minute later, the elevator stopped, and Jason got in. Jason. Y/N had run into him several times since she'd moved into the building, a little over a year ago.

Jason was a cute guy who lived on the fourth floor of the apartment block. He was often in the complex gym, Wednesday nights, while she was attending her Spinning Class. He'd lift weights at the other end of the room and Y/N would often watch him from her stationary bike.

"Hey, how're you doing? How has your week been?", he asked before taking a sip from his water bottle. She watched his throat bob with each swallow.

"Eh, it was alright", she lied to get the topic out of the way. Y/N didn’t want to go into the boring topic of her work.

"Are you going to the gym?", she cringed the second she asked the question. Of course he’s going to the gym Y/N – why else would he be dressed like that?

"Yeah. I like going on Fridays because it's quiet. I usually have the place to myself which means I can listen to music and do my thing", Jason beamed at her.

"That's cool. I should be going more often really".

Jason looked her over, a small smirk on his lips, "I see you, on Wednesdays, in the Spinning Class. It looks fun. I've thought of joining".

"It's pretty cool, tough but cool".

"You're doing laundry. That reminds me, I have a ton to do, too", Jason groaned at the thought, Fucking laundry.

***

Jason couldn't help but notice her thin tank top was taut against her chest and see-through, while under the overhead lighting of the elevator. Her gaze froze, on Jason's thick thighs, for a moment. Dozens of filthy thoughts flew through her mind. The elevator stopped and dinged, breaking both of them out of their dazes at the same time.

"Oh! You, ah, dropped something", Jason smiled while looking down at her feet.

Y/N looked down and saw the black thong she'd worn during the day was laying on the floor. It must've fallen out when she dropped the bags. Kill me now, she thought.

"Oh, great!", she said.

She wasn’t sure if she could be anymore embarrassed. As she bent over to pick up the thong, Jason had a good view of her cleavage, for only a second, down the front of her shirt.

"Thanks", she said with the thong hanging from her hand.

Jason smiled his big, crooked grin and gestured for her to get off of the elevator first. She smiled and, unintentionally, flicked her eyes to the bulge in the front of his loose-fitting gym shorts but she didn't think he'd noticed. Y/N struggled, briefly, to pick up her three heavy bags.

"Ahh shit, I'm sorry. Let me help you", Jason rushed to her side, “Where are my manners eh?”.

"Oh, okay", she smiled, grateful for the help.

Jason grabbed the straps of the bags she'd thrown over her right shoulder. As he pulled them from her shoulder, the strap of her shirt slipped off with them. He started to reach to fix her strap until he quickly realized what he was doing pulling his hand back, a pink tint passed over the bridge of his nose and across his cheeks.

"It's okay. It's a short walk to the laundry room", Y/N blushed.

Y/N led the way, her face still lightly pink from the moment they'd almost shared. She'd wished he had fixed her strap, so she could've felt his big hand on her bare little shoulder. His hands matched his thigh, big and thick.

"Damn! Who needs the gym? Hauling this laundry around is a workout all by itself", he teased.

"Ha! You can say that, again!".

The laundry room was completely empty. Y/N dropped the bag, she'd been carrying, next to a washing machine and Jason dropped the other two bags beside it.

"Thank you so much!", She fixed her fallen strap while Jason followed her hand with his eyes.

"No problem", he smiled.

On his way out of the laundry room, Jason looked back to check out Y/N's ass as she bent over while putting her clothes into the washing machine. The legs of her shorts barely covered her ass cheeks and were tightly and snugly against her pussy, outlining it. Jason bit his lip hard as he left the laundry room, readjusting his shorts subtly.

***

The laundry room was somewhat of a U-shape, like a square but missing one side. Once her three loads were in the machines, she found something to read around the corner from the main machines where there was a reading area. There was a 'take a book, leave a book' shelf, which had the week's newspapers but, mostly, outdated cookbooks about how to make casseroles in the microwave.

Y/N found a book about travelling through Thailand, sat down and began to flip through it. As she absently turned the pages, her mind drifted back to Jason, his thick legs and his big hand which had almost touched her bare shoulder. As she sat, thinking, she couldn't help but notice how tight her shorts were against her pussy.

She squirmed in her seat to see if she could cause her outer lips to part enough for the seam of her shorts to rub her clit. 'It should be pretty easy’, she thought as she remembered she wasn't wearing any underwear. Y/N gently rocked her hips back and forth and felt her pussy lips move to the side.

Then, as she began rocking front to back, the thought of Jason in his loose, thin gym shorts entered her mind. She wondered what he was doing in the gym at that moment, probably lifting weights or maybe working his thick, ropy legs. Her crotch became damp and warm while thinking of Jason, rocking in her seat.

After a while, the buzzers on the washing machines sounded off, pulling her out of her daze. She got up and transferred her laundry into some drying machines. When she was finished, Y/N returned to her spot around the corner, picked up the book of Thailand that she wasn't reading and began to fantasise, again.

Y/N was getting so horny, she couldn't help but place her hand between her legs and rub her pussy through her shorts. She'd looked around for cameras, before she put her clothes in the dryers, but didn't see any, anywhere, so she didn't have to worry about being watched. Y/N heard the door open, she immediately stopped and pretended to be reading. She knew her face would be glowing.

She heard the door of a washing machine open and decided to peek around the corner to see who'd come in. It was Jason. Y/N tossed the book back onto the shelf and went over to say hi.

"Oh, Jason. Are you finished at the gym?", she asked casually, smiling at him.

"Yeah. Only had a light workout, today. After seeing all of your laundry, I thought I should do some of my own", he chuckled. He really couldn’t leave it all for Alfred to do.

Y/N noticed he smelled of fresh soap and cologne and his hair was still wet from the shower. He looked good in the black tank top and grey sweatpants he'd changed into. Jason filled the washing machine with his load of laundry and winced as he bent to close the door.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?", she asked.

"Yeah, I'm alright. I think I pushed myself too much, today. I'm feeling stiff, now. I'll have to go for a massage after work on Monday", Jason said while reaching across himself to rub his shoulder.

"Where are you feeling it?".

"Mainly my traps and lats", he grimaced.

"What's that in non-gym, layman's terms?", she giggled, rolling her eyes.

"Oh. Well, turn around for a sec", he smiled.

Y/N turned her back to Jason as he moved so close to her, she could smell his clean hair and cologne even clearer now. She felt him moving closely behind her and tensed as he placed a large, strong, warm hand on her upper back.

"Here and...", he slid his hand onto her shoulder, "Here".

Y/N immediately blushed at Jason's touch as her heart began beating faster in her chest and she tried to hide her heavy breathing by speaking.

"Ohhh, err, thanks for showing me", she swallowed, trying to hide her nervousness.

"Wow, you're tense! You feel as stiff as I do", he said.

His hand began to gently, almost imperceptibly, knead her soft, delicate shoulder. 'Why don't you show me how stiff you are', she thought.

"I think my shoulders get really stiff and sore because of my crappy chair at work", she said.

She quietly gasped as Jason's hand began to work her flesh, causing her nipples to grow hard under her shirt. Jason saw them when he looked over her shoulder as he moved in closer behind her and gently rested his soft cock between her ass cheeks. As he reached up with his other hand and began massaging both of her shoulders at the same time, she felt his hot breath on the soft, delicate skin of her neck and let out a soft moan.

"That feels fantastic!".

"You're all knotted up. This will ease it out", his voice was a touch darker than before.

"It's easing alright", she said.

***

She was unable to hide her unabashed pleasure and was at the mercy of Jason's thick hands. She felt Jason's cock begin to swell between her ass cheeks. Her breathing became louder and she was no longer able to hide the fact they'd already gone from an innocent massage to sexual pleasure.

Y/N pressed her ass against his hot crotch in response to his hardening cock. It hung swollen between her ass cheeks, separated only by her thin shorts and his sweatpants. Jason didn't say a word as he slowly slid one of his hands down her side to the waistband of her shorts and tugged lightly at her tank top, exposing a small flash of nude skin at her side.

He slid his hand under her shirt, moved it up to her breasts. He grabbed and squeezed, eliciting a passionate moan from Y/N. Jason's cock was a huge, burrowing between her thighs. She pulled his hand out of her shirt and turned around to face him.

She kissed his perfect, lopsided smile as she squeezed his hard cock in her hand. No longer able to contain herself, she tugged hard at it while kissing him between uncontrolled gasps for air. Y/N grabbed him by the hips and pulled him in tight to her, ramming his swollen cock against her pussy as she inserted her tongue deep into his mouth.

"Come here", he growled and tugged her waist.

Y/N turned and led him around the corner to the reading area and he watched her plump ass move side to side as he followed. She sat down on the seat, where she'd been sitting earlier, with Jason standing in front of her. She reached up and slid her fingers between the waistband of his sweatpants and his rock-hard pelvis.

Using both of her hands, she pulled his pants down, in slow motion, and cherished the revealing of his large, hard cock. It sprang forward, protruding from his body and resting mere inches from her face. A small, clear bead of pre-cum had formed at its opening. She took his dripping cock into both of her hands because one hand wasn't able to fully close around his throbbing girth.

"Fuck Jason…", she moaned softly. He wasn’t able to stop the smug smirk tugging at his lips.

She stared at it in awe as she ran her hands up and down and around it, trying to encircle his girth by touching the tips of her index finger and thumb but she couldn't. Y/N stuck her tongue out and licked clean the clear beads running down the underside of its swollen head.

Jason moaned deeply as she pulled his cock deep into her mouth and slowly retracted it while circling the head with her tongue. He placed a hand on the back of her head and gently pressed. She responded by bobbing back and forth faster each time, feeling his cock massage the back of her throat.

The size of Jason's cock wildly turned her on. Jason began slowly, at first, bucking his hips slightly back and forth then started full on thrusts as he pumped his cock in and out of Y/N's mouth as it stretched tightly around him. Y/N put her hands on each of his hips while he fucked her mouth.

As Jason pulled his cock out of Y/N's mouth, strands of saliva fell onto her chest. He grabbed her hand, pulled her up and turned her around. She leaned against the wall, using both of her hands to steady herself. Jason grabbed her tiny shorts, pulled them down to her ankles and put his hand between her legs. Thick, strong fingers parted her puffy, wet lips and, starting at her opening, slid slowly up the smooth inside of her wet lips until they rested on her swollen clit.

"Oh, Jason!".

Jason rubbed her clit with slow, tight, little circles, and used a good amount of pressure as he moved his other hand between her legs. He slid two thick fingers into her aching, wet pussy. She bucked against his large fingers, moving herself up and down on them, as her juices ran down onto his hand. The other hand worked her clit in circles, slowly increasing pressure as she came down faster and harder onto his fingers.

"Make me cum, Jason. Fuck, you're making me cum!", she moaned unabashedly.

Jason rubbed her clit in fast, back and forth motions. His other hand stiffened and pulsed in and out of her pussy until she came hard with his hand inside of her. She moaned, loudly, as she continued to thrust herself up and down on his fingers, slowing as the ecstasy of her orgasm left her body.

***

Jason slowly slid his fingers out of her pussy and stood squarely behind her, putting his hands against the wall on the outside of her hands.

"I want to fuck you so badly", he murmured into her ear, watching the shivers spread over her skin.

Y/N widened her stance, to accommodate Jason, as he slowly moved his huge cock between her legs until it was resting against the outside of her soft, swollen pussy lips. He left it there for a brief moment, smiling as she breathed hard in anticipation of how he was about to stretch and fill her pussy.

With one long, slow, steady motion, he pushed his cock into Y/N until she moaned, hoarsely, as it bottomed out. The pressure of his cock, further stretching her opening, sent euphoric spasms into both of her legs.

He slid himself all the way in until his balls rested firmly against her soft, outer area. He froze there for a moment, filling her insides completely, as her opening tightly gripped his thick, veiny girth. When he flexed inside of her, his cock pressed against every square inch of her insides as his cockhead massaged the depths of her sopping pussy.

She moaned uncontrollably and shuddered, impaled by Jason's large, throbbing cock. No longer able to contain her wanton needs, she thrust hard against him, her ass cheeks bouncing off his hard pelvis.

"Oh, my god, Jason!".

She bit her lower lip at the sheer pleasure of Jason's cock inside of her. Jason took his hands off from the wall, pressed gently on her back, to bend her over further for better access, and grabbed her by the hips. He slid himself in and out of her, his balls slapping against her swollen clit.

Y/N came hard, gushing cum over his thick shaft and balls. Her body quivered and convulsed with the most intense orgasm and she was powerless against the deep, hard thrusts of Jason's cock. He didn't stop or slow down and her pussy gripped him tighter as she continued cumming.

She reached between her legs and felt her soaking outer lips. Y/N reached further back to where her opening was spread wide by Jason's shaft. She laid her hand flat to feel his balls on it as they slammed against her. She squeezed them briefly a few times before he pulled them away, only to slam them against her opening, again.

Y/N massaged his shaft with her hand as he thrust it in and out of her. Jason let out a quick, arrested moan and she knew he was about to cum. Her pussy was already stretched out but, somehow, it accommodated the extra girth as his cock swelled before he came.

"Shit! I'm cumming!".

Y/N grabbed his shaft and balls with her hand, massaging them slowly as he emptied himself into her tight pussy. Jason moaned loudly and heavily as he blasted thick gushes of white-hot cum deep into Y/N's stretched out pussy. He lay his head on her back as he twitched and shook in the final few seconds of orgasm.

***

He was so broad and strong, she felt surrounded by him and full of him at the same time. Jason's body relaxed as he pulled his swollen, sticky cock through Y/N's hand and out of her sopping pussy.

She felt its large head brush her fingertips as his fresh, warm load ran out of her opening, coated her outer lips and ran down her thigh as he pulled out of her. She rubbed his creamy seed into her pussy, coating her fingers in cum and inserting them into her pussy. Thick globs dripped down her thigh in long, sticky lines.

As she turned around, Jason was pulling his pants up. His engorged cock had refused to fully soften. In a daze, Y/N grabbed her little shorts, from around her ankles, and pulled them up, smearing the streaks of Jason's cum on the inside of her legs, soaking the crotch of her shorts as she did so.

Jason watched her with desire filled eyes before clearing his throat, “I think I’ve done this the wrong way round but, fancy a beer Saturday night?”.

***

#jason todd smut #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader insert #red hood x reader #red hood x reader insert #red hood smut #red hood imagine #red hood fanfiction

[jd-loves-fiction]

➤ Jason Todd x Reader

➤ Warnings: gun kink, unprotected sex [don’t be silly, wrap the willy ;)]

➤ @catxsnow @internalsealpanic​ @littleredwing89

[22:50] Your lungs burn as you leapt from one building to another, begging you to slow down at once. 

No chance of that, not with the sound of heavy footsteps thundering behind you as a grunt is heard after the man chasing you lands. 

So you keep running, despite the tightness of your chest, the soreness of your feet and burning in your muscles. 

But somewhere deep inside, something urges you to stop. Something more abstract than the discomfort you feel.

"Come on, princess. Stop and let's talk this out!"

"No way in hell, you glorified eyesore!" You yell back, jumping yet another gap between buildings almost perfectly. 

Almost.

You misjudge the distance and are unable to stick the landing, rolling across the roof until you stop on your back. You don't move, already hearing how his footsteps become slower. He approaches your defeated form, panting as your ankle throbs slightly. You know you can't run anymore at this point, so why tire yourself out.

Red Hood steps over you, placing his boots on your spread arms, barely applying any pressure, just enough to send a message. 

You can hear his heave, distorted, and you imagine him to be sweating bullets under his helmet, while you cool off with the cold, humid air of late night Gotham.

"Did you need to do all that? I just wanted to talk." Red hood protests, exasperated and still panting as you do the same with a skeptical look. 

"Seems it was more your gun wanting to do the talking." You bite back, feeling small under his gaze, so far up from you, but refusing to show it. 

You can almost see his red helmet contort into a frown as you both know what you said isn't true. He may threaten you but he'd never actually shoot you. No matter how much he tries to hide it, he enjoys this dynamic of yours. And so do you. 

The sexual tension, usually pointed out by others around you, could be cut with a meat cleaver. And it just keeps building. Every encounter or skirmish usually leaves you with sticky underwear and him with tighter pants. You excite him, keep him on his toes, and he does the same to you. 

Not to mention the more intimate moments you've shared. 

Walking the grey line of morality meant that your friends could be your enemies and vice versa. For you two, it meant that one day you could be bandaging each other up (still with the masks on) and the next day you could be the ones creating a need for the bandages. 

And that is fine. You both think it's fine.

Until the tension brewing comes to a head spills over from the cauldron. 

Red Hood takes his feet away from your biceps, stepping just below them to take the weight off and still keep close. He then takes his shinny, polished gun from its holster, not yet having been used on that night. 

His large thighs flex as he crouches over your chest, placing the gun under your chin as you stare into the white eyes of his hood, hoping to catch a glimpse of what's behind. 

"Well, if that's the only way I'll get you to talk." His deep voice, seemingly deepened by the voice modulator, rumbles through your chest as he speaks. 

"There are other ways…" You whisper suggestively, mask slits lowering as you smirk seductively. The complete switch from your feisty defiance to a velvety tone and alluring expression makes him pause. 

"Oh? And what would those be?" The gun feels cool against your skin as he presses it harder against you.

"You could start by taking off your helmet." You say confidently. And just like that, the gun's pressure leaves you as he pulls it away slightly. 

Red Hood sighs deeply, shoulders dropping, "You know I can't do that, princess." 

"Not for me?"

"Not for you, not for anyone I'm afraid."

"Won't even let me try to change your mind?" You purr. Your hands crawl up his tense legs, feeling the muscles quiver under your fingertips before they settle on his hips. 

"I can't promise you anything." His tone turns stern, almost cold, but his breathing wavers at the feeling of your warm hands on his cold body. 

"Then don't. Just let me do my thing and see how you feel afterwards." You suggest, nails scratching just above his belt. His hand flexes for a moment, contemplating, before he traces his gun down your throat and towards your warm chest. 

"Think you can change my mind, do you?" His free hand brushes your hair away from your face before he grabs your chin between his gloved fingers. "Let's see what you got."

You slip your legs out from under him, placing them around his waist and throwing him off balance to the side, following the momentum and sitting yourself over him. 

Red Hood's helmet hits the floor as he lets his head fall back. You lay your weight on his middle before gripping both his wrists while leaning closer to his face. 

"You sound quite cocky. Not much reason to, since you're the one on the ground while I could just get up and run. You'd be left all alone to take care of your little problem." You whisper while grinding your ass against said problem.

"True, but we both know you don't really want to. And it's not so little, princess." His voice is deep and raspy as you continue your hip movements, taking his gun out of his hand. "I'll believe it when I see it."

"Then you better start working, doll face."

You scoff at his tone before realizing the safety was off on the gun. "The safety was off?" You ask, shocked, as you turn it on, placing it by your side. 

"Sorry, forgot about it. Had more interesting things to think about." His hands reach for you before you grab them, pinning them beside his head.

"You forgot about it? Not very professional of you, considering your impulses." Your chest meets his as you lean heavily on his wrists. You both know your hold on them means close to nothing and that he could easily get out of it, but he'd allow it if it meant having fun.

"Not the impulses you should be focusing on, sweetheart." His legs bend, urging you forward and making his crotch grind against yours.

“Ooh, I’m so scared of a man whose face I can’t even see. Not to mention the fact that you clearly have a very soft spot for me, sweetheart.” You tease, grinding your hips down firmly, reveling in the deep grunt that makes him chest vibrate against yours.

Red Hood lets out a slow breath, body relaxing completely as he stays silent, “Yeah, you’re right.” he finally says, quietly, absentmindedly. You stare deep into the whites of his mask as he stays tight-lipped and seemingly contemplating something. 

"Can I trust you? Completely?" He asks before you hum, taking your hands away and sitting up. You ignore his boner poking your ass.

"Yes, of course you can." Your expression turns soft and serious as you speak. You hope he can hear your honesty more than see it through the mask. 

He nods before reaching for his helmet, "Wait!" You exclaim as your hands stop him. "What are you doing?!"

"Listen, princess. I want this and I trust you. So I'm acting on all this fucking tension because honestly, I can't wait anymore." And so you let him reach for the back of his helmet, clicking it open with a hiss, before he takes it off and you're baffled by the image before you.

His hair is short and black with a white streak, just as messy and sweaty as you expected. His eyes are a startling, pale green, and they watch your reaction for a moment before his cheeks darken. There's the beginning of dark stubble on his jaw and chin. Even the small scars all across his face, from his cheek to the bridge of his nose, add to his rugged handsomeness that nothing your mind has ever conjured up could compare to. 

"Don't comment too much. We can leave the soft stuff for another time. Right now, I just need to be inside you." The heated look in his striking eyes makes your breath stutter, along with his words. Before you smile cheekily while trailing your nails down his hard abs. 

"'Leave the soft stuff for another time?' That better mean you'll be taking me out on a date, or I'm not having it." You tease, winking at him as he smiles fondly. You take off your mask and place it by his helmet, ego massively boosted by the immensely flustered look on his face as yours is revealed. 

"Do comment all you like. And you can call me Y/N." You whisper into the night, lips a breath away from his. 

"Jason. Nice to meet you, finally."

His soft lips crash against yours as months of tension come to a head while teeth scrape and tongues battle for dominance. You lose it and let Jason suck on your tongue as you rush to unbuckle his pants after raising his shirt slightly.

You feel his hands grip your waist tightly, meaning to flip you under him, before you hold him back by placing your hands on his, "Let me ride you, please." 

"Ah fuck, doll face." Jason's voice wavers as you reach past his boxers to grab his hot member in your cold hand. Your hand moves up and down, feeling him harden fully in your palm as your forehead rests against his. 

Your lips suck on his pulse while your other hand brushes a long scar in the middle of his torso, that you refuse to comment on. 

"Princess, you better stop or I'm gonna cum. And I just wanna do it inside you." He grunts, tugging at your pants while holding your wrist to slow you down.

You take your pants off, thankful for the roof's tall walls and the fact that, for once, it isn't raining like hell. The stone digs into your knees as you settle over him once again. 

"You ready?" Jason asks as you move his cock through your folds. You're not sure of the answer. He looks too girthy for you to take without prep painlessly. But with the burning ache on your core begging to feel him inside, your patience is quickly running out, so you're sure going to try.

You sink down instead of answering, slipping only the head of his cock inside you, making his eyes widen and nearly roll back at the unexpected pleasure, before they close tightly as he struggles to hold his own hips down as you adjust.

"Ah! Doll…" He sighs, hips twitching as they try to raise against the weight of you. You hold yourself up on his stomach as your walls are stretched to their limit, trying not to impale yourself too quickly.

You breathe hard and deep as you move down, the base being thicker makes it harder and not painful, but it's worth it for Jason's face as you finally descend all the way until your hips meet his and he gasps before moaning loudly and deeply. His cheeks become even redder than before, looking to the side at his loud noise.

You lean towards his ear to whisper, moving him inside you slightly which makes him groan again, "Be as loud as you like, nobody can hear you. Plus, not sure anybody cares."

“Fuck, princess, please tell me I can move. I just wanna fuck this pussy so bad.” Jason says, hands holding onto your hips. You nod desperately, already half gone with the feeling of his hard cock fully inside, raising yourself with a whimper and dropping again.

“Shit, doll!” He exclaims, hands helping you move as his hips raise while you drop, his tip hitting you impossibly deep as a layer of sweat starts to form on both of your foreheads, hair sticking to the skin.

“Ah, Jason.” You whimper, grounding your clit against his pelvis at the bottom.

“You feel so good, doll. So warm and wet, fuck…” He sighs, hand grasping your hair and pulling your lips against his as you set a hard and fast pace. 

Your lips barely connect for more than a few moments, kisses interrupted by moans and whimpers as you breathe against each other's mouths. 

Your toes begin to curl as sparks of pleasure travel all over your flushed body, breathing heavy as your heart pounds against your chest. Your body jerks as Jason’s rough and calloused finger starts rubbing firm circles on your clit.

“You close, sweetheart? You gonna cum all over my cock? Clench even tighter, shit!” He sighs, followed by a groan as you do clench tighter around him at his dirty words while the pleasure builds.

“Jason, please! I’m so close.” You moan desperately, muscles twitching as you allow Jason to do the most work with his powerful thrusts and rough fingers.

Your back arches as you finally reach that peak, shivering, nails digging into his stomach as you let him thrust into your pussy until he lets out a grunt once he reaches his orgasm, warm filling you as his cum drips out of you and down your thighs.

You open your eyes, gazing up into the dark sky, catching your breath before looking down. Jason lays back, sighing as the aftershocks of his high wears off slowly, leaving him sated and tired, pent up tension finally released.

You lean forward, ignoring the way your pussy twitches as he nudges the inside, and placing a kiss to his red cheek and smiling at his hazy, faraway gaze.

“So, about that date, you free on Friday?”

#dc #DC comics #dc x reader #dc x y/n #dc x you #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd reader insert #jason todd fluff #jason todd smut #batfamily #batfamily x y/n #red hood #red hood and the outlaws #red hood x you #red hood x reader #red hood x y/n #red hood smut

[graysonmydarling]

prince charming of gotham

summary: is there anything better than spending an entire day being charmed by gotham’s own prince charming?

warnings: allusions to sex, swearing, fluff

word count: 1.1k

You’d met the so-called, ‘Prince Charming of Gotham’ at one of his adoptive father’s galas and that’s when you learned that Dick Grayson was very good at playing the gentleman in public but in private....it was like he was a different person. He was just supposed to be a one night stand but then one turned into two and two turned into three and you stopped trying to keep track after that.

He was a very difficult man to ignore, his gaze burning into you from across the room as you did everything to avoid making eye contact with him which was how you ended up agreeing to a dance with the son of one of Bruce’s business associates. He seemed nice enough as you made small talk but it was very short lived, Dick appeared almost from out of nowhere, a tight lipped smile on his face, “Mind if I cut in?” Not waiting for an answer before pulling you a little closer than necessary, tightly gripping your waist. He leaned in close, his lips grazing your ear, “What the fuck was that about?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, that was very rude.”

“My apologies, why don’t you let me take you back to my place and make it up to you?”

That was the thing about Dick, it was almost impossible to say no to him especially when he was looking at you like that.

You weren’t sure what time it was when you eventually woke up, only aware of the arm slung around your waist as Dick tugged your body closer to him. His head was buried into the crook of your neck, his lips pressing against your skin, “Mornin’ gorgeous,” He murmured against your skin, his voice laced with sleep. He rolled over, hovering above you with an intense look in his eyes, “You’re staying, right?”

You reached up to cup his face, a smile creeping onto your face as he leaned into your touch, “I don’t know.”

He pulled you into a passionate kiss, mumbling against your lips “Stay.” His hand crept up your thigh, his fingers painfully close to where you needed him. Breaking the kiss when he heard your breath hitch, looking down at you with a teasing smirk spread across his features, “Made up your mind yet?”

You threaded your fingers through his hair, “I guess I could stay a little longer…”

It was late afternoon by the time you had finally managed to coax Dick out of bed and you were now sitting on his couch with your legs draped over his lap. He was absentmindedly tracing shapes on your skin with his fingers, but it was the thoughtful look on his face that had drawn your attention, “What are you doing tonight?”

You were silent for a moment while you tried to remember if you had made any plans, “Nothing that I can remember.”

He looked down at your legs, avoiding your gaze, “Hypothetically....If I asked you out on an actual date, what would you say?”

You shifted, moving your legs off his lap and sitting on his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist, “Are you asking me out?”

He finally looked up at you, his eyes searching your features, “You didn’t answer my question.”

“You didn’t answer mine either.”

His right hand came up to caress your face, his left one winding around your waist to tug you closer to him. He leaned in, his nose bumping against yours, “I asked first.”

You sighed, lips brushing against his as you leaned into his touch, “Yes. I would hypothetically go on a date with you tonight.”

“So I can pick you up at eight tonight?”

“I thought this was all hypothetical?”

His face scrunched up and he dropped his head onto your shoulder, burying his face into the crook of your neck, “Why do you have to make asking you out so hard? You’re so mean to me.”

You hummed, running your hands through his hair, “I’m not being mean, I just think it’s cute when you’re flustered.”

“‘M not flustered.” He grumbled, curling further into you.

A couple hours had passed and much to Dick’s dismay you had left his apartment to get ready for whatever he had planned for tonight. So now you were sitting in your apartment trying to resist the urge to keep checking your phone for any notifications from him. Just as you were beginning to wonder if this was all some cruel joke, there was a loud knock at your door. You opened the door to see Dick waiting for you with flowers in his hand. “Hey.”

“Hi, do you wanna come in or?” He didn’t respond, just kept staring at you almost as if he was in some kind of trance. “Dick?”

“Hmm? Sorry I think I kinda zoned out there. You’re so pretty.” You laughed and stepped back, letting him in. He handed the flowers to you and followed you as you walked to the kitchen in search of a vase to put them in. Dick wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder as you filled the vase with water. “I know I said I didn’t wanna be late, but you look amazing, and I’m trying really hard not to kiss you senseless right now.”

You let out a laugh, turning your head towards him, “You just saw me this morning and I don’t look any different.”

“That’s exactly my point, you always look gorgeous and it’s really not fair.” He leaned over, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips, he let you go but only momentarily while he shifted so you were facing him and pulled you back into his arms, “I really hate that we have to leave now.”

“So you gonna tell me where we’re going or?” You reached over taking his free hand and lacing your fingers through his, pressing a kiss to the back of his knuckles. 

He squeezed your hand, a smile tugging at the corners of lips, his eyes still glued to the road as he drove, “Hmm no I don’t think I will. I want this to be a surprise, but we’re almost there.”

You frowned, glancing out the window, it was already so dark outside what could he possibly be planning? He pulled into an empty parking lot and shut off the engine, turning to you, “We’re here.”

You laughed, brushing the hair away from his face, “And where is here, exactly?”

He looked hesitant, letting out a deep sigh, “You have to promise not to laugh, it’s probably a little cliché but I thought that we could go up to the rooftop and stargaze and this sounds so stupid now that I’m saying it out loud.”

“It’s not stupid, I just wasn’t expecting it.” You leaned forward, pulling him into a kiss.

And so you spent the rest of the night wrapped up in Dick’s arms watching the constellations, having whispered conversations in between stolen kisses under the starlight.

tagging: @catxsnow​

#dick grayson #dick grayson fanfic #dick grayson fic #dick grayson fluff #dick grayson smut #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x y/n #nightwing #nightwing fanfic #nightwing x reader #nightwing fluff #titans x reader #titans fanfiction #titans fic #titans fluff

[river-bottom-nightmare]

every now and then i like to imagine a younger bruce and alfred. bruce, growing into gangly limbs and knobby knees and adolescence, and the pain of his parents' deaths—of his childhood shattering on impact—has faded from the blistered flesh of a fresh burn to a constant, hollow ache.

and above all, bruce isn't stupid. of course, what he means by that is he's very capable of putting aside his messy, tangled, too-bright-too-loud-too-blazing emotions in favour of examining the facts logically, much better than the average teenager, in fact.

what he observes, without a single exception, is alfred supporting his every whim with nothing but some firm instructions and a ember sort of pride in his eye. what he sees is alfred steeling himself to enter the master bedroom, even after all these years, and completing his routine cleaning with a sort of reverence to his unusually clumsy touches—clipped fingernails tracing over his mother's jewelry box and his father's watch cabinet like a renaissance painting, like a child's handmade christmas gift, like veneration. alfred's shoulders begin to tremble halfway through and they start shaking once he's finished, (and bruce knows alfred rarely laughs). what he notices is alfred trying recipe upon recipe to expand bruce's selectively picky taste in food, memorizing his every mention of life at school, shuttering the curtains and leaving a glass of water by his bedside with a brush over the forehead as a means of tucking bruce in.

and bruce knows what his clumsy overtures may seem like to the older man. there are days when taking his new sword to a tapestry in the east wing seems like the most reasonable course of action, there are days when the very thought of leaving the safety of his room makes him want to vomit, there are days when alfred gently asks what he needs and he screams i just need you to leave, alright? just go the fuck away! the words cut his lips coming out, and they seem to wound alfred as well.

but for every bad day, there's one where he helps roll out the cookie dough in a kitchen that seems far too large for just two people. bruce listens raptly to every self-defense lesson alfred teaches him, practices the combat moves alfred demonstrates until he's breathless, until alfred can tell how thankful he is for what he's taught him. bruce brings home projects from school, blood-spatter art from his forensics class and hand-drawn coloured diatoms and photography portfolios, like a child offering a fistful of wildflowers plucked from their mother's garden. dirt still clinging to the roots, heads of petals drooping gently, necks wavering, too heavy to bear without the earth holding them upright.

bruce just hopes alfred understands; sees through his sullen words and bruised knuckles to the fact that he comes back home every night, because he had his mother and he had his father and now all he has left is his alfred, and like hell is bruce losing him too.

---

*reappears from the void after like three months* sound off: who's still alive

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#scribbles from the swamp #bruce wayne #batman #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne headcanon #batman headcanon #alfred pennyworth headcanon #dc #dc headcanon

[junibugs]

just wanted to recommend an armin fic bc i saw someone asking for recs

omg behind the lens by catxsnow on ao3 is SO SO good i was literally running laps in my room reading it, it’s so worth the read!!

omg yes yes yes !!!! it's so so good

behind the lens by catxsnow (colleg!au, dark content) there's smut for a whole bunch of characters in this fic, so every horny fucker can indulge. it's super super good !!!

#junis fic recs

[internalsealpanic]

Thorn pt3

Summary: Three is a crowd, isn’t it?

a/n: I have no excuse for how horny this got  aside from @littleredwing89 gave me  way too many ideas. Thanks to my wifey, @catxsnow, and @lucy-roo for proof reading to see if it was horny enough. 

warnings: The kinks I recall putting: degredation, praise kink, threesome, gloves, gun kink,  face fucking, double penetration, spanking, sex pollen (dub con on that), brief thigh riding, bondage, anal, fingering,  voyeurism, still semi public sex, overstimulation, and probably something I forgot

“March, you’ve been requested,” Anthony says, giving you a strange weary look. The faint cocktail of pity and worry edging into his amicable features makes your stomach do somersaults. Your insides curl into an ugly shape as you fall into step with him. Anthony holds his arm out to you as he always does when he escorts you. You take it. You cling to him cautiously. You catalog Anthony’s vitals and gestures. There’s a tightness in his jaw that unsettles you.  Anthony puts a comforting hand on your arm and you can feel the thin film of sweat layering it.  In all your months of working here at the Thorn, this was the tensest Anthony had been. 

 You roll your shoulders. You shake your head and chide yourself for over-analyzing the situation.  “Tony, you’re acting like you’re handing me off to the mafia,” you laugh lightly into his side. You feel Anthony’s whole body stiffen and you feel apprehension cascade over you. He breathes for a second but doesn’t stop walking. 

 “No, it’s the client that worries me.” 

 You snort. It was an ugly sound but it made a smile twitch onto Anthony’s lips. The lines of his eyes soften when he looks at you and you feel your smile broaden. “Is Mr.Wilson in a bad mood?” you joke, settling your head against his shoulder in casual affection. That asshole always seems to be in a good mood when he’s teasing you. He did get rough with you when he was in a bad mood but it was nothing you couldn’t handle or enjoy. You trail your hands over your jaw and your pulse where he likes to leave marks

 “About that… you have a different client today.”

This makes you pause. Your mind stalls. 

A different client?

 You repeat the words til they sink in. The thing about your weeks working in the Thorn was that you’ve never been requested by anyone but your favorite pirate. You’re not sure whether it’s  due to the lack of demand or through Slade’s machinations.  It was likely the latter.  The man was possessive. The man would use hickeys to spell out his name on your skin if he wasn’t too busy making you scream it over and over. 

 “A new client?” you stammer out unable to hide your surprise. You walk beside his falling a little behind as your step falters. You shrink into yourself, smoothing over your panic. 

 “March, you’ll need to behave yourself,” Anthony scolds halfheartedly. 

 You pout at him. “I always do.”

 Anthony laughs, an easy sound that makes your stomach twist into the correct shape. 

 “But seriously, this client is a wealthy businessman who doesn’t like to hear no. Please don’t test his patience.’”

 “You’ve just described most of our clients. Tony babe, please be more specific,” you say sharply leaning against his shoulder. He gives you a secret smile. 

 “Fair point,” he laughs into his gloved hand. His posture shifts, relaxing ever so slightly, “Unfortunately for you, this is one of the wealthier ones that the bossman would like to keep.”

 “That so?”

 “The thing is he’s actually been requesting you for weeks now.”

 For the second time that day, your heart stalls. Your mind reels, scraping over the information. “He’s been requesting me?” And somehow, you’re only hearing about this now? You decide to leave that part out knowing you wouldn’t like the answer. You’re not even sure if you’d like the answer to the former either. 

 “This gentleman has been requesting you for weeks,” he repeats slowly as if the problem with his statement had been its pace. He clearly meant for it to clarify things but … it didn’t. You tell him as much with a raise of your manicured brow. You blink dumbly at him for emphasis. Anthony volleys it with his own confused look before explaining further.  

 "Approval just came in last minute from Mr. Wilson."

 Ah. Of course,  that slugfucker had something to do with this. You should have known something was up when he'd given a call this morning. 

 "I have something for you, kitten."

 Your skin heats up, you're suddenly all too aware of what you're wearing.  Slade had been generous enough to send you a special lingerie set as a gift with instructions for you to wear it that night. Wrapped in delicate chiffon was a set of black lacy lingerie with black crotchless panties attached to black stockings.  You wanted to scream. Your skin flushes. 

"All the requests for you have to be approved by Mr. Wilson," Anthony says like it was obvious. 

 Oh, because, of course, he can.  You feel your irritation overtake your shyness. 

 "Can I please get a name for my mystery gentleman?" 

 Anthony shakes his head at your poor attempt at puppy dog eyes. "Sorry, darling, he'd said a regular detective like you would  like the mystery." You try your best to keep the fear and surprise off of your face. That meant whoever this  was knew you outside the club. 

 This was not good. 

 You bite your cheek, trying to dampen your panic. You close your eyes trying to remember the client list you'd read all those weeks ago but you can't seem to recall anyone who would know your civilian identity. 

 “Ladies first,” Anthony says, waving you in. You snort quietly, stepping in and folding your body into something remotely seductive. You would think you’d learned to be seductive by now but apparently, the fidgety type is more their taste. Luckily for you, you are naturally fidgety. 

 On the plush couch is Roman Sionis. 

 Whatever oxygen is left in your lungs is knocked out of you.

 The feeling occupying your stomach at that moment was the same feeling you get when your car careens into the wrong part of the road because of some idiot on the road. The most obvious emotion at the moment was a mix of fear and shock but if you have time to dissect the feeling, you will find a well of anger. You manifest this anger through a confused look you give both Anthony and Slade. 

 “Kitten,” Slade greets smoothly, tipping his glass towards you. 

 You fix Slade with a caustic look, your mouth gaping like a fish. He shrugs at you. He takes another sip of his scotch and winks at you. Your mouth wires shut into a frown. 

 “Now look, kitten, my associate here wants to play with you,” Slade says tipping his glass to Roman who looked smug enough to make you contemplate punching him. “I’ve allowed it on one condition,” your breath hitches, “I watch.”

 You open your mouth to protest. “Don’t act like you don’t like it, kitten,” Slade purrs. You bristle or maybe shiver. You can’t tell but you’re pretty sure you’re pissed. 

 "You're a little tense, Sweetheart," Roman drawls, raising a flute of champagne. You scowl at him with the same venomous intensity as you directed at Slade.  Your eyes flick between him and the glass. You sigh. You can't be sober for this. You just can't. You grab the flute from his hand and quietly note the smug satisfaction on his face. You shake your head and down the bottle. 

 Blearily, you hear Slade dismiss Anthony. Why was your head suddenly swimming? Your ears are ringing. Your skin's too hot. Your breathing's fast. Your skin prickles. You need to be touched. You want someone to touch you. 

 "What did you give me?" you ask, legs wobbling. 

 Roman shifts in his seat, leaning forward. His hands wave in a wish-washy kind of motion that normally would irritate you but your mind is occupied with his fingers and how well they could fill you up-

 "What did you give me?" you pant out rather than bark. Your voice is so breathy and desperate. 

 "Just something to help you loosen up, Doll." This causes you to take stock of your body. You're hot. Unbearably so. You're sensitive. Your core is aching. You're so horny. 

 You force in a deep breath before speaking. "Sex pollen?"

 "Bingo!" Roman claps. "You really are a regular sherlock aren't you, sweetheart?" You snarl but the bite is taken out of it by the shiver induced by the pet name. You flick your eyes to Slade who seems mildly surprised but unopposed to the turn of events. 

 "Do you like Isleys' newest formula? She said it was one of her most potent batches and I knew I just had to test it out." 

 "You could have just tested it on yourself, asshat." 

 "Now, what would be the fun in that?" You shudder at the low playful tone of his voice. He sneers, leaning back. His posture is open as if to say you were no threat to him. With the wobbling of your limbs, you doubt you could be even if you wanted to.  As he leans back, he pats his knee. “On your knees, sweetheart.”

 You clench and unclench your fist and wire your jaw shut. Your mouth is watering at the thought of how he would use you but the modicum of pride you had left insisted that you don’t scramble towards him on your hands and knees. You place a hand on your hip cocking your head to the side as you slowly walk towards him. You feel Slade’s intense gaze following the sway of your hips. You can feel the coil in your stomach grow tighter. Your walls clench on nothing. The clicking of your heels is loud enough to make your heart stutter every other beat. You see Roman’s brow tick with every click. He likely was not expecting this much control from you. You allow yourself a smirk before dropping to your knees. 

 Slade’s eye follows you as you sink down to the floor. You knead Roman’s thighs the way Slade usually liked it, your skilled hands massaging and loosening the muscles. Your effort earns you a pleased rumble from Roman and a severe look from Slade. If he’s planning to be a voyeur, you’re planning to give him a show. 

 Roman leans forward, running a gloved thumb over your lips, smearing your lip gloss. “Wilson here says you’re a good girl, Sweetheart.” The hungry look in his eyes causes a shiver to run down your spine, ravaging your body. “Let’s see if he’s right.” 

 Roman pulls back and you push forward, sliding hands over his dress pants. Your nimble fingers make quick work of Roman’s belt and zipper when something cold presses against your forehead. Your heart races at the telltale click of the safety being released and you freeze. The cold muzzle of the gun slides down your forehead to your nose before settling against your glossy lips. Self-preservation coils around your spine telling you to pull back and kick the gun away. You take a deep breath dampening the urge which isn’t too difficult considering the unbearable heat shooting through your core. 

 “You know what to do, baby.”

 Tentatively, you open your lips letting Roman slide the barrel of the gun into your mouth. It’s the contrast in temperature that hits you first. Cold metal presses against your hot tongue. Then it’s the odd, hard angles that has your tongue fluttering uselessly against the strange object. The scent of metal overwhelms you when you open your mouth wide enough to let the gun press against the back of your throat. The combination of sensations have your eyes stinging with tears. This isn’t the biggest you’ve had to take in your mouth- your eyes flick briefly to Slade- but it’s an entirely different kind of experience and you're not entirely sure you would call it unpleasant. You pant around the metal, saliva dribbling down your chin. You close your lips around the gun sucking on it and making an odd slurping sound around it as your lips work to massage the gun. Roman smiles down at you and begins fucking the gun in and out of your mouth like he would using his cock. 

 The thought of his cock makes your eyes flutter and your walls tighten. You suck at it and rock your hips in rhythm with the gun. Your cheeks are hot whether from the embarrassment, the pollen, or your own arousal. There’s a pressure against your bare pussy that has you shaking. It’s leathery and it takes your mind all but two seconds to realize it’s Roman’s shoe pressing against your core. You moan around the gun as you grind down on his shoe chasing your own high. 

 “What a good little slut,” he sneers, fucking your mouth roughly, “Wilson’s got you well trained.” The pressure against your crotch has you keening around the gun. 

 In your periphery, you hear a pleased hum from Slade. The single-minded focus both men have on you has you moaning and humping against Roman’s shoe. Drool streaks down your chin drawing attention to your already glistening chest. Roman fucks the gun roughly in and out of your mouth, the trigger clipping your bottom lip as he takes it out. There’s a damp spot on his crotch and you’re panting wanting to chase your own high but your hips slow their movement, patiently waiting for further instruction. Your mind is too hazy to deal with how out of character this was. A slow smile spreads across Roman’s features as he runs his hands through his hair. He presses his shoe against your sopping cunt. “Go on, sweetheart. Daddy wants to see you cum.” You rock your needy pussy against his shoe as you get lost in the pleasure. You cum, drenching his shoe with your desire. 

 The world falls into place again as you lean against Roman’s leg. 

 “I told you that mouth of hers was worth the price of admission,” Slade says smugly as he takes another sip of his whiskey. 

 “Hmmm, I’m not convinced,” Roman grunts, gripping your chin, roughly. “Get up, sweetheart.” You follow his instructions and slide yourself onto his lap. You settle yourself on one of his thighs, the thick muscle pressing against you. You bite your lip to hold back any obscene sounds. You begin to rock your hips-

 “Your bra,” he says, loosening his tie. You unhook your bra, sliding it off and tossing it to the side all the while undulating your hips against him. Roman whistles appreciatively at your chest. “You are one fine piece of work.” You flush, fidgeting your hands at your sides. He eyes them, grabbing his belt. “Hands behind your back, baby.” He winds the belt tightly around your wrists and when he’s sure you can’t get out of your binds, he takes his tie and blindfolds you. Your skin prickles, the world growing dark. Your breath hitches, all your other sense sharpening. Roman kisses you roughly, biting your lip. You grind your body against his, his rough touches driving you insane. 

 The world goes sideways when he tosses you roughly onto the couch. You let out a small ‘oof’ which quickly reshapes itself into a groan when a gloved hand kneads your breast, pinching your nipple. “Let’s see how well that pretty mouth of yours can take a thick cock,” Roman says, voice thick with lust. Your breath picks up in anticipation. The cool head of a cock presses against your lips. He rumbles a ‘good girl’ as you open your mouth to accommodate him. 

 The couch dips as large hands caress your sides.  You feel the bristle of Slade’s beard against your thigh as he kisses up and down your inner thigh. He hefts your legs over his shoulders, hooking his hands loosely under your thigh. Your sensitive skin prickles as you feel the pads of his fingers through your stockings. He grins against your pussy, blowing air gently over your clit, watching you buck wildly, desperate for friction. “You just can’t control yourself can you, kitten?” You answer by squeezing your thighs tightly around his neck, Roman’s cock deep in your throat stopping you from forming a snarky reply.

 Slade eats you out like a man starved, eagerness obvious with every stroke of his tongue. He must have gotten impatient waiting to touch you.  You scream around Roman’s cock. “That mouth of yours looks better being used up by my cock,” Roman rasps thrusting into your throat.  Your breathing is heavy as he fucks your throat raw. Roman cums down your throat with a growl. You cum on Slade’s mouth, whimpering as Roman pulls out of your mouth. Slade greedily laps up your juices while humming against your shivering core. 

 Slade climbs up to face you, his lips and beard wet from your juices. He dips his head against yours kissing you deeply. Pulling back, he kisses along your neck.  “Can you taste how much of a slut you’ve been?”Slade asks, capturing your lips in another kiss. This one is long and languid, giving you a good taste of yourself. 

 “Now, Kitten, remember your manners,” Slade says, nipping at your jaw. You swallow and in a breathy whisper you say “Thank you, sir.”

 “Good,” Slade murmurs against your throat, kissing at the warm pulse there.  Roman laughs, sharp and derisive. You breathe deep. Your throat feels so raw. You relax against Slade.  You close your eyes uselessly as you soak up the comfort. You move to wrap your arms around his as you arch your back against his body. You curse lowly remembering the restraints.

  Your body suddenly feels cold, not feeling Slade against you. Roman flips you over on to your stomach.

 "Ass up, Sweetheart." 

 You obey, raising your ass up, eager for his attention. His fingers dip into your folds, curling. You cry out with a loud high pitched keen. "Tch, I'm not even inside you yet." 

 You shift your hips trying your best to press against Roman’s fingers. Your aching pussy was begging for him to stretch it. Roman tuts, taking his fingers out and stilling your hips with the same hand painting your hip with your own wetness. You feel cold metal scraping against the divet of your spine. Your wet saliva dripping from the cold metal of the gun onto your hot back. 

 "Are you that desperate for my cock, sweetheart?" Roman whispers against the shell of your ear, his thick cock sliding torturously against your folds. The sensation makes you sob into the plush cushions. You pant and roll your hips against his hold. "Mr. Sionis, please. Please. God, please," you sob, rutting your hips against Roman’s cock. You wanted anything. Anything to relieve the aching in your core. You were desperate. You made no effort to hide this. 

 "Sweetheart, you look so much better like this, sobbing and panting for my cock," Roman rasps, cock twitching against your folds, hand rubbing light circles against your clit which was raw from Slade’s tongue. "If I'd known you were such a cockslut, I would have given that slutty little ass of yours the thrashing it deserves a long time ago." Roman’s hand lands an impressive blow on your ass. You yelp. Another slap lands on your ass. The sound of skin against skin mixes with the depraved moans falling from your lips. 

 Slap after slap lands on your ass until it was red and raw. You can feel the flesh of your ass stinging and your juices flow down your legs. 

 "Please, Mr. Sionis. Please, sir. Please, make me cum on your thick cock." 

 You can feel Roman smirking against the small of your back. "Wilson, I don't know how you could ever refuse such a polite request."  The grip on your hips tightens as Roman rolls his hips against yours. 

 "I try my best," Slade says nonchalantly. His voice sounds strained from breathing. He's panting you realize. 

 You squirm trying to get his blindfold off. You want to see him. You want to watch his face twist in pleasure.

 Your efforts are halted when the head of Roman’s cock rubs against your folds. The heat pooling in your stomach reignites. "Pay attention, sweetheart." 

 You cry from relief when his girth stretches your velvety walls. He bottoms out with a soft grunt. You feel your walls wrapping around him. You buck your hips slightly begging him to move. Thankfully, he does. He pulls out slowly until only the head of his cock is rubbing against your entrance. He slams himself back in earning him a sharp cry. He gives you a contented grunt as he begins to slam his cock violently into you, using your bound hands as leverage. Over and over again. 

 You're getting lost in the pleasure when Roman’s voice cuts through the haze. "Can you hear him, sweetheart? Can you feel him watching as I fuck you stupid?" Roman says, heavy breaths fanning against the shell of your ear. 

 Your ears strain. 

 Pap pap pap

 You can hear Slade's strained breath. You can hear soft grunts against a closed fist. There's the wet sound of him fisting his cock. From the sound of it, he's practically strangling it. You want to watch him pleasure himself as he watches Roman use you to cum.

  Roman continues to rut against you. He watches as your ass jiggles as he fucks into you. Roman puts a hand on one of your ass cheeks to watch his cock get swallowed by your sopping cunt. Grunting and groaning, Roman rocking his hips against you breeding you like a bitch. 

 You cum, going limp against the cushions. You breathe heavy against the couch and press your face against the cushions. You came but it wasn't enough. The coil in your stomach curls in you. Your skin prickles and you're hot all over again. You shift your hips, moving to fuck yourself on his cock. Roman chuckles looking down at you as he stills your hips. You whine when he pulls out. He grips your ass cheeks roughly when you try to move again. 

 Roman rubs his wet cock against your ass, pressing lightly, teasing. He hums contemplatively as he smiles down at your whimpering form. "Hey Wilson, how well do you think your little slut can take two cocks?" You go completely still at that. Your heart is racing. Your blood is pounding in your ears. Your mouth waters at the thought. God, you wanted this. You needed this. 

 A hand wraps tightly around your neck. He pulls you up against him. His hand shifts in front of you squeezing until you could feel the rings on his fingers bite into the flesh of your neck. You hear a body shift and the slight creak of the floor due to a weight pressing down. You swallow in anticipation as Slade sits in front of you, hands undoing the belt on your wrist with remarkable efficiency. 

 "Let's find out," Slade says as he pulls the blindfold off. You blink, eyes adjusting to the low light of the room. Slade takes the moment of confusion to grab your face roughly with his large hand. Slade presses his lips against yours, nipping and licking at your lips. You run your hands over his muscular chest. Teeth graze against your oversensitive skin. 

 You scream as Slade sinks his cock into your folds and Roman sinks his into your ass. Slade thrusts his tongue into your mouth. He tastes strongly of whiskey. Your tongues dance as they begin to rock their cocks into you, hitting all the right places. 

 You both pull up for air. You lean back against Roman’s and rest your head against his shoulder, panting softly against his neck. Roman grabs your wrist, kissing it before biting it leaving an angry red mark. Slade does the same with your other wrist albeit more gently. 

 Roman winds both your arms around him. He pulls you into a rough kiss while Slade kisses down your neck, nipping and lapping at your flesh.  You don't even have to look to know he's leaving marks. You can tell from the possessive way he's holding your hips. Roman's gloved hands knead your breast roughly making you whimper into the kiss. 

 They switch places. Roman's hands grip your hips with bruising intensity while one of Slade’s hands kneads at your breast and pinches your nipple. Slade's mouth latches on to your other nipple. The man knew how to use his mouth just as much as he knew how to use yours.

  They hold your hips still, putting you at the mercy of their animalistic pace. They jackhammer into you with wild abandon seemingly ignoring your cries. But you know they're drinking up every little noise you make. 

 "Your tight little holes are taking our cocks so well, Kitten," Slade whispers against your skin. “I think you deserve a bit of a reward, “ He says pressing his thumb against your clit. With a whimper, you come. Your walls tighten around them and they follow soon after. Roman fills your ass with his seed and Slade pulls out letting ropes of cum splash against your chest. 

 You let your eyes slide close as they pull out of you. Your breathing is heavy even as it steadies to a less erratic rhythm. Roman pulls away from you and your body rests against Slade. 

 For a moment, everything is quiet. You revel in the strange even rhythm of life thrumming through your veins. A hand forces you to lay down flat on your back. You open your eyes, watching Slade unbutton his shirt. You swallow, eyes tracing the movement. 

 “You didn’t think we were done, did you?” Roman asks condescendingly as he sits back comfortably in a lounge chair with a glass of scotch in hand.  “We’re only just getting started, Sweetheart.” 

 Slade sinks into you and you cry out. 

You’re in a haze. The heat from the sex pollen waning giving way to exhaustion as Slades rips another orgasm from you.  Slade pulls out, pumping his cock until thick ropes of cum cover your stomach and chest. Roman pulls his cock out of your throat before tucking himself back into his pants. 

 “If you want a better gig, sweetheart, I’ve got a place where your slutty little ass could make a killing,” he says, tossing you a business card as he walks away. 

As soon as Roman is out of sight, Slade’s disposition shifts into something softer. He pulls you close, making you lay against his chest. He plants tender kisses all over your face before moving down towards your jaw then your chest. “You ok, Kitten?” You mumble your answer into his chest. A chuckle rumbles through his chest.  You glare at him, pouting against his chest. 

 “You think that was enough time for your partner to get all the information he needed?”

 “I hope so,” you say, shrugging. "Did this idea of yours have to involve me getting fucked?"

 Slade gives you a shit-eating grin. You snarl and swat at his chest. "You shit bag."

 "Dunno, kitten, you looked like you were enjoying yourself."

 "It might have been the pollen," you snip, "what the hell, Wilson?" 

 "To be fair, I wasn't told. Although... I will have to ask him where he got those."

 "What? You gonna use it on yourself?"

 "Darling, we both know you wouldn't survive if I did."

 "Watch me."

 Slade takes out a bottle and shakes it. "Let's find out shall we." Your eyes widen as he pops one of the pills into his mouth. He tilts your chin, rubbing circles against it with his thumb. 

 “Open up, Kitten.”

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[catxsnow]

I was into aot not too long ago but got mixed up with DC and I think it's funny that I read a crap ton of your aot stuff before and now I found your DC blog 🙂 I love when life comes full circle

Bahahah that is pretty funny. I’ve got a longgggg masterlist on this blog to go through lol

#catxsnow asks

[birdy-bat-writes]

Headcanon- Birdflash Besties

Requested by @offendedfishnoises I love you to the moon and back, Fish! Theres a second HC coming right after this, because I’m in a wally west mood.

A/N: I’m so horribly sick and I cant even tell if this was actually good, but it got me in my birdflash heart. @river-bottom-nightmare sob with me.

Comments are always appreciated!

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-       Wally and Dick are absolute madlads. When they’re together, good luck to anyone around them.

-       Dick and Wally spend endless hours on the manor. Not in it; ON it. These two geniuses like to climb the exterior and walk on the roof. Dick gets a kick out of giving Wally a little heart attack by doing flips on the roof tiles.

-       Once, Dick almost slipped and Wally freaked out and rushed to catch him, but the little surge of lightning blew the power out of the manor. Needless to say, they ran to central city for a bit.

-       Wally calls Dick for fashion advice. Dick will always tell Wally he looks fine as is. He’s not used to Wally being in anything other baseball tees, and sweaters.

-       Dick canonically hates dressing up for events and wearing ties and junk but over time he’s learned to accept that he has to. Not at all because they make him look hot.

-       When Wally was coming to his first gala, back when they were kids, Dick had to begrudgingly fix Wally’s bow tie. He did it only once and Wally memorized it. From now on, when Dick get lazy and unwilling to get dressed, Wally forces him to put on his suit, and hand ties the bow tie for him. Sometimes he tries different colors.

-       Dick has a favorite sandwich shop in central city and when Wally misses Dick, he’ll go to that sandwich shop and order Dick’s go to order.

-       Sometimes, Wally will order two sandwiches and speed to Gotham city. The first time it happened was cute.

-       “Hi, Alfred….is Dick here?”

-       *smiles* “He’s on the basketball court.”

-       ***

-       “Hey…...!”

-       “Wally? What are you doing here?” Dick was surprised but happy as heck. He wanted to spend more time with Wally but was afraid to ask or bring it up. One of the perks of having an emotionally stunted dad is that you’re afraid to ask for companionship.

-       “I was at the sandwich shop you liked, and I thought I’d bring this over!” He looked so happy. The emotion was evidently contagious because Dick cracked the biggest smile Wally had ever seen and all nerves melted away.

-       They walked along the manor grounds eating their sandwiches and played a game of horse after. Special rules: No flipping, no superspeed.

-       It became a normal occurrence after that. Wally speeds over and Dick just greets him with “Aww you missed me.” And big sarcastic grin.

-       Dick keeps Wally’s favorite snacks scattered in his room, the yj headquarters and the titans tower. Even in his car.

-       Dick has actually randomly taken a train to central city at 2:00 am to go see Wally after he came back from a long mission because he really missed him.

-       Little did he know, that Wally called Alfred to ask if Dick was back yet and when Alfred said he went to the train station, Wally made his way there and waited for the 3:00 am train arriving from Gotham.

-       Neither of them were even surprised to see each other when the doors opened.

-       “How rough was that mission? You look like crap.”

-       “Gee, what a warm welcome.” And then they hug and head to his place where they catch up over the bottle of beer.

-       Dick feels emotionally exhausted if he spends too much time around other people. He needs time alone in a day to recharge.

-       The only person who doesn’t drain his social battery is Wally because Wally is the only person, he doesn’t have to put up the “smooth easy-going cool guy” persona around.

-       Dick is the only person Wally truly opens up to.

-       They keep a change of clothes at each other’s houses and spare supersuits.

-       Wally and Dick once saved a baby bird in a park outside the hall of justice and every time they visit, they check on the nest.

-       After 3 years of constantly checking, they’ve found that the baby bird grew up and built its own nest in the same tree and even had babies.

-       They named that bird and call it their child.

-       They know each other’s coffee orders and will bring each other coffee and muffins by default if they’re meeting early.

-       Wally has a pair of nightwing swimming shorts and Dick has a pair of Flash swimming shorts. They will wear them to the pool together and never say anything about it. They were matching gag gifts.

-       Dick takes lattes with espresso shots and cinnamon, and Wally takes coffee with a dash of creamer. Wally always takes blueberry muffins and Dick will take a croissant. They never actually told each other the orders. They just kinda picked it up.

-       Wally always knows when Dick isn’t feeling well, and Wally is the only person who can convince Dick to take a break.

-       Dick has felt he’s had to prove himself his entire life to everyone. Wally is the only person who’s been his constant and their friendship isn’t conditional. They both know that.

-       When Dick “died”, Wally ordered Dick’s favorite drink at a bar every night even though he couldn’t feel any effects of alcohol. He also suddenly found himself taking lattes with espresso shots.

-       When Dick came back, Wally gave him the “Ohhh, who said ‘Do me a favor and don’t die again’??? YOU DID. And look what you went and did! Died. That’s hypocrisy. You’re a hypocrite! Omg, how could you?! I love you so much dude, don’t you ever do that again! Get yourself a helmet. Jason’s got the right idea. Never leave me again.” All while he’s hugging Dick so tight, he may have stopped breathing.

-       Meanwhile Barbara and Conner and everyone else is waiting so meet dick after his return and they just can’t because Wally is hogging him and twirling him like a rag doll. Dick just accepted it. So did everyone else.

-       These two have adorable little mementos. The first bullet that dick ever had to pull out of Wally on a mission was turned into a penny and gifted to Wally on the anniversary of him joining the team.

-       Dick goes through a lot of domino masks, but Wally kept the last one he used as Robin in a little case with Flash symbol that was on his Kidflash suit. They both look at the case as Nightwing and the Flash.

-       They are besties to end of time and long after.

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[woahajimes]

“Do you believe in God?” 

Jason Todd’s hand stopped mid-air reaching for a spoon in the half-open drawer. He had woken up around ten minutes before, it was one of those nights that Jason decided to crash on one of the many spare rooms of the manor. Made his way to the kitchen, pajama pants and all. It was around two in the morning, the only reason he wasn’t out on patrol was because it wasn’t his turn to roam around Gotham at night. He had expected the kitchen to be empty, as it usually was; not that Jason would know, he never went to the kitchen at night. Instead, he found Tim doing the exact thing he had come down for: eating a bowl of cereal. Turns out Tim had gone down just a few moments before him. 

“God?” Jason kept his movements and grabbed the spoon, then hip-checked the drawer so it closed. He placed his spoon in the bowl on the counter, already having cereal and milk. “I don’t know, Tim."

“Jason, ‘I don’t know’ doesn’t cut it.” Tim pointed his spoon at him, accusing. 

Jason sighed, he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, still holding his own spoon.  “It’s a matter of thinking about it, I suppose. Think about who we are, Tim, who we were. We were teenagers that fought evil at night. We’ve gotten hits and bruises and sprained ankles and broken bones and concussions and blood on our hands. Blood that wasn’t even ours. We’ve seen hell, and have perhaps even had our share of heaven,” Jason put a spoonful into his mouth. When he finished eating, he spoke again. “Does it sound like God would let that happen?”

Tim kept quiet. 

"I’ve asked myself that. Countless times. And then another question comes. God? What God? Because face it, Tim. We've met gods. Hell, for the longest time I was in love with one of those gods. At this point, meeting a 'god', its... its sort of normal. 

"Normal for us, at least," Jason scooped another spoonful of cereal. "Then again, I don't think we were ever normal." 

Tim took this in consideration, he set down his own spoon in the bowl of cereal. “So... you don’t believe in God?” 

Jason seemed to ignore him. Maybe he had forgotten altogether that he was talking to Tim in the first place. “Look at all the lives we’ve taken. Every last breath we’ve seen, looks of terror. The lives I’ve taken. Because face it, I’ve killed people. I should go to hell for that. 

“But you know, I was dead, Tim. And I know I bring it up more often than not, as a joke or whatever,” Jason stirred the cereal and milk in the bowl, he could feel it become soggy, but he wasn’t paying attention to it. “And I mean, I didn’t go to hell. Nor heaven. Nor... anywhere else. And maybe I don’t remember it, because you know, I was brought back to life and stuff. But still.”

Jason looked at Tim straight in the eye. “Maybe if God existed, Gotham wouldn’t. Batman wouldn’t. After all, we’re supposed to clean the streets from all the demons, villains and stuff, even if we’re one of those ourselves.”

Now he shrugged, Jason Todd. “But enough about me,” he said. “What about you? Do you believe in God.” 

Tim took in a breath, he took a while to respond. “No,” he said quietly. “But sometimes I wish I did.”

they said you couldn’t project onto two characters at once about the same thing and i said girl just you watch. (im sorry if this offends anyone but last night i had a breakdown and i said ‘you know who would feel similar? the bat’) || taglist: @screennamealreadyused @catxsnow @red-hood-redemption @thesporklecat @hauntingsonofrobin @thesesickfics-justmakemesick andd idk who else 

|| i just realized this is shorter than selina’s hair i hate it here ||

#lunatick #jason todd #tim drake #red robin #red hood #jason todd drabble #tim drake drabble #tim drake headcanon #jason todd deadcanon #jason todd x reader #tim drake x reader #batfamily #drake #jason peter todd

[offendedfishnoises]

Hi!! I'm new to the Batfam, and just got into the DC fandom, and I really really love your blog!! I was wondering if you have any other DC blog recs? Only because this seems really interesting, and I'd love to get into DC and the bat family more.

👁👄👁 Braincell kin welcome! Also it depends on what you're looking for.

For art my absolute favorites are @symeona (warning it is slightly cursed cus I live on her blog), @acidulication (fantastic artstyle), @mud-muffin , @lucy-roo , @doc-squash , @out-of-context-batfam and @chiarakato.

For general fanfiction, @cdelphiki and @boyblunder-thedarkheir give me life for 2 very different reasons. First one fulfills all my batfambonding needs and the second one sucked me into darker stories. Both have very very well written works that will enthrall you. If you go on ao3 I would also recommend at dustorange, snacksbasket, and syngaly.

For finding new fics to read, highly recommend @batfamficfind and @dcomicsficrecs . I can also give you a detailed list of comfort fics if you want.

I would also like to plug some reader insert blogs becase A) I am a shameless self shipper (my writing blog will be proof enough of that), B) my hoes are bombass writers who love these characters, and C) my mutuals are genuinely the sweetest assholes in existence. If you're interested, I recommend:

@catxsnow

@batarella

@arestorationofbalance

@americasmarauders

@prettylittlebrownskingyal (she's not a mutual. I'm just in love with her writing.)

@littleredwing89

@birdy-bat-writes

@anothertimdrakestan

(Last 2 have really funny shit posts)

I am pretty sure I've missed something because I currently do not have custody of the braincell. Feel free to send another ask or pm me about stuff always glad to drag people into the depths of this wonderful fandom.

Take care and drink water!

#glub glub

[littleredwing89]

WIPs...

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

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Thanks for the tag @batarella-mini @jd-loves-everyone @internalsealpanic

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⚜ Powder

⚜ Famous

⚜ Business or Pleasure?

⚜ Yes, Officer

⚜ For Your Eyes Only 

⚜ Ocean Waves 

⚜ Easy Morning 

⚜ Senses 

⚜ Suds

⚜ Three Is The Magic Number 

⚜ New Office 

⚜ Predator or Prey

⚜ Lightning Doesn’t Strike Twice 

⚜ Anything For You

⚜ Perfect Getaway

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No pressure tags: @catxsnow @arestorationofbalance @lostoctaviaaugusta @glorified-red @pricetagofficial @multifandomgirl-us @borntobewondering @indigowcrds @nightwcngs @prettylittlebrownskingyal @birdy-bat-writes @butwhyduh @rason-rodd @babymango-writes @angelz-dust @empower-bi-women @americasmarauders

#jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #dick grayson x reader #tim drake x reader #clark kent x reader #nightwing x reader #slade wilson x reader #roman sionis x reader

[pricetagofficial]

Warning Signs -WW

Warnings: Language, angst, fluff, reasons to yell at me

Pairing: Wally West x Reader

Part Two

Word Count: 2.6K

Tag List: @kishony-the-geek​ @idkmanicantenglish​ @unknowntoanyone​ @subtleappreciation​ @catxsnow​ @nightwcngs​ @screennamealreadyused​ @river-bottom-nightmare​ @woahjaybird​ @bikoncon​

A/N: Thank you to the anon who sent in this request! I hope this is something along the lines of what you wanted, and if no one is yelling at my after reading this are you even human?

Your romance with Wally was anything but slow, but that came with the territory of loving a speedster let alone the fastest person alive. You knew from the moment you met that he was going to be a part of the rest of your life, and you hoped that it would be in a good way. It was no secret that Wally West was famous with the ladies, he was as smooth as he was fast and his words had you stumbling for a response.

What was once just simple flirting, turned into tense training sessions filled to the brim with sexual tension. It got to the point that the rest of the Titans could see your obvious attraction to each other but Dick knew your past.

In fact, he was the only one who knew it.

You had a dark past, one that you weren’t proud of and was actively trying to leave it behind. Deadshot had made you a lethal weapon someone who could shoot a target from hundreds of yards away and hit your mark perfectly. That kind of skill got you noticed, and not in a good way. It was what led the Titans to you in the first place.

Deadshot had brought you along to make you see that the Titans were really just what he said, a bunch of kids who had no idea what they were doing. But to you, they were anything but. He had ordered you to take them out one by one, and that’s what you planned on doing before you were interrupted.

Your first bullet didn’t hit its intended mark, instead, it landed in the shoulder of The Flash because you were knocked over by a blur of blue and black. Nightwing had stopped you from killing his best friend that day, and The Flash never even knew about it.

The mask you wore hid your face from him, so he couldn’t see what you looked like but with one well-placed hit, he caught a glimpse of just how young you were. It stopped him in his tracks, Deadshot had brought a girl no younger than he was to murder them for him.

Nightwing had tried to make you see sense, convince you that Deadshot only had his intentions in mind and cared nothing about you. With how young and naïve you were, you refused to believe him until you were captured and he left you there to take the blame.

For someone you thought you trusted, it hurt when he disappeared from sight as you yelled for him to get you out.

Nightwing gave you an option, you could join them on the team or go to jail. Considering the better of the two options, you joined the team. Dick, as you had come to know him, gave you a new background that you needed to fool the rest of your team into thinking that you were who you said you were.

Now here you were months later passionately in love with the very same speedster that you had almost killed.

Looking over at him while he slept, you could count the freckles that decorated Wally’s face. His brilliant green eyes were hidden by his closed lids with his bright red hair spread out across your pillows. Your naked form was pressed into his side as he held you close to him in his sleep. You had never felt like this about anyone before and it scared you that you cared so much about him.

Deadshot was still out there, and he knew who you were. If you were to run into him again, there was no guarantee that he would not try to ruin the new life you had tried to build for yourself.

Wally rolled and pulled you on top of him with a groan, a soft smile on his lips. Slowly, you leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the not wanting to wake him. But it seemed that he already was.

Feeling your lips on his, Wally’s grip on your waist tightened as he cupped your face and fully kissed you. For someone who was dead asleep only moments ago, he seemed to be very awake with the way he was kissing you.

Your free hand tangled itself into his hair, tugging it every so often causing him to let out soft groans that you loved so much.

“Hey babe, what’s got you up at this hour?” he asked, his voice filled with sleep.

You giggled and looked down at him, your hair framing your face. “I could say the same about you handsome.” You teased, brushing his bangs back.

“I was dreaming about the most beautiful girl I know, only to realize that while I dreamt of her, she was pressed against me in reality. I couldn’t pass that up.” He grinned, holding your waist. “Now, what’s keeping you up beautiful?”

You blushed at his pet name for you. “Just thinking about when Dick-“ you didn’t even get the rest of the sentence out before Wally’s face changed to a dangerous smirk.

“You mean to tell me that you are in bed with me naked, and you are thinking about my best friend?” he asked sliding his hands up your sides.

You scoffed and hit his shoulder with a laugh. “Wallace West! If you let me finish you would know that it was about when Dick brought me here to meet all of you.” You giggled, watching Wally look you over as his hand ran over your bare body.

“I remember that day too, the moment you showed up I knew that I had to have you no matter what.” He started. “It’s weird though, Dick told me that I shouldn’t get involved with you but I couldn’t be gladder that I ignored him.”

Hearing his words, your mood dropped but you refused to let your smile change. Dick didn’t approve of your relationship? That was news to you, but if you were honest with yourself you weren’t surprised. Dick was the only one who knew of your true past, he just wanted to keep his best friend safe. But he had to have known that there was nothing you would ever do to hurt Wally.

Wally noticed that you were quiet for a long minute, and his eyes filled with concern. “Y/N, babe, you alright?” he asked as he forced himself to sit up with you still straddling his lap. His large hands held your hips as he looked you over to make sure that you were alright. “Are you bothered that Dick said that?”

Quickly you shook your head and placed a kiss on his forehead before leaning yours on his shoulder. “it’s not that, I’m just really glad that I met you, Wally.”

He wrapped his arms around you and held you close to comfort you. Laying back down, the two of you drifted off to sleep while you thought of confronting Dick about what he had said to Wally about staying away from you.

The confrontation with Dick didn’t happen for another few days. He was stuck in Blüdhaven working on a case and the day he got back was when there was a threat on Jump City. Within no time, you and the rest of the Titans were suited up and ready to go. Wally gave you one final kiss before he sped out the door to head off your adversary and you ran across the roofs with Dick and Roy. Donna flew above you with Garth taking the waves from the harbor with him.

Dick could tell that there was something off with you but it was placed on the back burner when he was bolts of lightning streak across the city as Wally fended off the city as he waited for the rest of his team.

“Hey Flash, any sign on who it is?” Nightwing asked.

“It’s our favorite sharpshooter here Rob, Deadshot is back in town and he seems pissed.” Flash’s voice sounded through the com system.

The look you and Nightwing shared didn’t ease your nerves at all. Deadshot was back in town, and he was most likely looking for you.

“What’s the plan Nightwing?” Donna asked as she flew above.

“Flash, Garth and Donna, you three distract him so Arsenal, Barrage, and I try and get in close to take him out. If we play this right, we can finally put him away after months of tracking him down.”

There was a murmur of agreement as Donna and Garth shot ahead to give Flash the assistance he needed It didn’t take long for you and the other two to arrive, but the second Deadshot saw you, you swore he smiled.

Pulling out a rifle of your own, you set up in a hidden location so you could try and get a good view and possibly a few good shots in at him. The man who made you a killer was not going to get away with it this time.

The battle raged on for what seemed like hours, but finally, with a combined effort of you, Nightwing and Flash Deadshot was finally down for the count. But that didn’t stop him from talking.

“Barrage you said your name was? You remind me an awful lot about my last partner Deadeye, the last time I saw her was here in this city. Any idea where I could find her?” he asked.

Before the others could ask, you punched him hard enough that his nose broke and a couple of his teeth chipped. Giving the others the signal that you were heading back early, you disappeared down the street leaving a very confused Wally and a frowning Dick.

The second you got back to the tower, you showered and grabbed a snack from the kitchen. Moments after you grabbed a bowl of food, you felt a rush of air beside you. Within seconds, Wally placed a kiss on your lips, took a bite of your food, and promised to “be back in a flash” before zooming off to the shower and dressed.

One by one the others filtered in with Dick being the last one. His gaze went to you immediately and you followed him to the training room. Dick shut the door and stood with his arms crossed as he watched you walk towards him.

“I know you have questions, but I have a few of my own bird brain. First of all, who the fuck gave you permission to tell Wally to stay away from me when I first got here? Isn’t that a choice to be made by us, not you? I would never hurt him like that, you of all people should know this!” you snapped at him, poking him in the chest.

“Yeah, I of all people also know where you really came from. What’s he going to think when he and the others find out that you were Deadeye and almost killed us only a few months ago? I’m thinking of more than just you; I’m thinking about the entire team.” he snapped.

“I left Deadeye behind before I ever fell for him! If I was going to hurt him, I would have done it already. But what about you? How are you going to tell your best friend that you lied to him about his girlfriend? I am not the only one at fault here and if I go down, I am dragging you with me, Richard Grayson.”

You were going to say more but you caught the expression on Dick’s face. He was staring at something behind you, and you had a bad feeling about what it was. Turning on your heel, you saw Wally standing there with a look of shock on his face with the apple he was eating long forgotten about.

“Y/N, Dick, what the hell is going on?” he asked slowly.

“Walls-“ Dick started towards him only for Wally to back away and shake his head.

“Don’t, I want the truth.” He said sternly. “The whole truth.”

You dropped your head and took a deep breath. “I haven’t been exactly honest with you about who I am. I wasn’t always Barrage; I was Deadeye Deadshot’s apprentice.” You said slowly.

Wally’s eyes shifted between you and Dick. “You knew, you both knew and kept it from me?” he asked.

The look on both yours and Dick’s faces said it all. The two people he loved most in the world lied to his face about who you were and it hurt him more than that bullet wound you had apparently given him.

Dick moved to step towards his friend once again only for Wally to shoot him a glare. “I want to hear what she has to say, not you.” He snapped, only for Dick to drop his head and leave the room for the two of you to try and talk things out.

The silence that fell over you was deafening and it seemed that the tension was choking you. You loved Wally, you loved him more than anything but the way he was looking at you broke your heart. He trusted you with everything, including his secret identity only to find out that you had tried to kill them only months before was a shock.

He was the first to break the silence, “How long have you been lying to me?” he asked. The lack of response only told him that it had been from the beginning.

“I wanted to tell you Red, I really did. But I knew that if I was honest about who I was, none of you would have trusted me. Floyd left me on that rooftop knowing what could have happened to me, and Dick decided that I deserved a second chance. So, with his help, I came up with a new past and joined the team.” You explained.

Wally stood there quietly and listened. “So, you thought that lying to a whole team who trusted you was a good idea?” he asked.

“Wally, would you have trusted me if I told the truth? Would we be what we are if I was honest?”

“Dick warned me about this.” He said softly, looking at the floor.

“About what?”

Wally’s green eyes finally met your own after almost ten minutes of avoiding your gaze and you could see the heartbreak hidden behind the traces of his anger and betrayal. “You.”

His words cut you deeply, Wally’s opinion of you was the only one you actually cared about and you could see it changing in front of your eyes.

“Red please,” you begged stepping closer to him. “We can work this out, I don’t want to lose you.”

Wally shook his head, pulling his hands away before you could take them in your own the term for endearment you had for him leaving a bad taste in his mouth. “You and I both know that you lost me the second you decided to lie to me and the rest of the team.” He turned around and quickly walked out of the training room avoiding his best friend that stood right outside the door.

The gravity of the situation was crushing you, what else were you supposed to do? Wally had just broken up with you and was likely going to tell the team that you and Dick had been lying to them. So, you did the only thing left for you to do.

Before Dick could ask questions or express the guilt he felt, you darted out of the training room and ran to yours and packed. Within half an hour your stuff was packed into two duffel bags and you dashed for the elevator.

The last thing you saw before the doors closed was the look on Wally’s face before you left Titans Tower, never wanting to come back.

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