Yandere! Bruce Wayne - he’s the kind of man who buys apologies wrapped in perfect little packaged boxes. When he’s been gone too long or unusually busy, he returns with offerings: silk lingerie, a new perfume, a pair of heels for some gala you’ll never attend. The excuse is always the same - a lingering threat in Gotham, as if danger were something that only prowled outside his mansion. Sometimes it’s a jeweled necklace, sometimes earrings, always accompanied by that quiet command that lingers in his stoic blue eyes to put them on - naked, of course. His gifts arrive too often, his words too few, like he’s trying to buy silence instead of forgiveness for holding you here.

Yandere! Dick Grayson - he’s never been one for store-bought things. He’s the present. The grin, the warmth, the solid body of muscle pressed between your thighs with strong hands that hold them wide open. He’s not like those men on Tinder who think pleasure is something transactional - he knows you, inside and out. He’ll devour you until your clit is sore and throbbing, until you’re thighs are trembling around him, struggling to stay open while laughing through tears because he doesn’t know how to stop until your cunt is sore for days. He says you taste like candy, sometimes like the metal tang of house keys, that taste always reassures him that he's home, nestled right between your thighs. At least he's a giver.

Yandere! Jason Todd - he brings you comfort food. Sweets, takeout, sometimes even a Happy Meal, though he’ll always eat a bite first just to make sure it's not poisoned or worse - razor blades somehow finding their way in. You’ll be halfway through your fries before he’s pulling you onto his lap, arms tight around your waist, mouth pressed to your neck until your skin blooms in bruises. You’ll protest that you’re trying to eat, but he only hums, low and possessive. Jason’s a man who doesn’t trust peace unless he can feel it breathing against him. He has so many issues - and you’ve become his favorite one.

— masterlist !

a/n: if someone is willing enough to actually deliver me a fatson todd plushie, i will make out with you. my soul is yours.

"... my angel still loves me." lord, you don't even want to know just how much of a grand gesture — of owning merch of him, of owning a plushie, something you want to cuddle, one you have to actively find online, add to your cart, and cash out, waited patiently for it to be delivered — that is to jason.

he would shove it in the faces of your other family members. you chose to buy fatson todd. you probably sleep with it every night, that means you find comfort at the thought of him, do you not? no matter how degrading it is for jason todd to see someone making merch of him as some big, round, burger-hungry plush, whatever reaction he has is immediately thrown out the window the moment he sneaks into your apartment late at night just to see that cute little thing nudged in the corner of your bed, surrounded by blankets alongside a burger plush beside is— like you've been caring for the little thing as your own.

i mean, out of all the merch you could've bought, from the kiddie means in the bat burger chain near you, or some cheaply made plastic toy figurine of the other vigilante, you chose a fatson todd plushie off of some person promoting it on twitter— is that not a symbol of your love?

the others wouldn't react so well, though.

somehow, bruce and damian makes the biggest deal out of it. there's plenty of fluffy plushies of batman or robin in the market. bruce would love to see you cuddling a life-sized batman plush if it meant you'd eventually get used to hugging him instead. damian? damian doesn't see a point in you cuddling with that plushie when he's just as soft and malleable, and responsive to your affection instead of that round toy. dick, meanwhile, shares the same sentiment— that thing could only provide you so much warmth. being encased around his arms is even better, and you can listen to the fast pace of his heartbeat while at it, y'know?

tim, otherwise... he'd probably offer to buy you any plushie you want... it doesn't even have to be him. but as tempting as the offer sounds, you know he has some other trick up his sleeve — a camera integrated inside the soft plush, maybe a recorder, a tracker, ahah... — so you reject him because your fatson todd is enough comfort.

steph takes a distaste for the innocent little thing. at every moment she sees it, she'd somehow concoct the most vile, repulsive insults towards the poor ball of cotton and fabric. i mean, don't you want to settle for something better? like... her? i mean, she's a way better package than that sad little thing in the corner.

jason, amongst all the arguments, would just be exasperated, but he wouldn't really utter a word unless you'd be the one to decide on getting rid of the plushie just to shut the family up. but you're way too attached to the innocent plush— the sheer opposite of the man portrayed as its model.

to jason, maybe there's just the slightest pinch of hurt that you feel safer towards an inanimate thing dressed up as him rather than the real thing but... if it gets him one step closer to you— if it makes you tolerate the image of him for just the smallest bit, then he can settle.

as long as it isn't a joker plushie.

or even worse: a conner kent plushie.

ও he likes to steal your clothes...

It's not even something sexual—not at first, at least. And no, don’t call him a creep, okay?! He just… he just has emotional problems.

He likes to hold your clothes because he’s too scared to actually hold you. He’d rather hug your hoodie and cry himself to sleep when he sees you talking to someone else than ever confess how he feels. And yeah, he knows he can be mean sometimes, but like—what do you expect?? He can’t be obvious about it! So he just steals your clothes instead.

At first, it was just a sock.

Then a hoodie.

Then a bra…

Then panties…

But he returns them! He promises!

Maybe not now… but he will. After he confesses. After you smile at him and tell him you love him back. After you finally let him fuck you instead of him jerking off outside your window with your panties in his mouth, trying to stay quiet while you're bouncing on a custom-made dildo.

Yes, his exact size.

Yes, he got it made.

And yes, he broke into your place when you weren’t home and carefully tucked it into your closet, inside your little sex toy box.

💭 thinking about re9!Leon Kennedy threatening to shave his happy trail 18+ I’m insane about him oml

He’s standing at the foot of your queen-sized bed in a pair of boxers, having just gotten out of the shower. “I think I might need to shave this off soon, baby.” Your head instantly snaps up at his direction, dropping the book you were reading onto the mattress beside you.

You watch in silent horror as he runs his hand over the dark hairs that dust across his chest and down towards that delicious happy trail of his, his brows all pinched together in contemplation, even the thought of him considering it sent you into panic.

“Absolutely not. No,” you tell him, shaking your head in vehement protest as you shuffle to the end of the bed on your knees.

His eyes catch yours, and his frown softens into a grin. “Look at it, baby, it’s getting out of control down here.” He huffs in amusement, fingers still grazing over the coarse hairs, heart melting a little at the way your lips purse out into a frowny pout.

“It’s sexy, Leon.” You tell him, brushing his hands away from the sacred trail with a huff. “You’re not allowed to just shave it all off.” your fingers now toy with the waistband of his boxers.

He chuckles, cupping your cheeks between his big palms and tilting your head back. “Not allowed? What you gonna stop me?”

“No… but if you shave it off I-I-” you pause, wracking your sleepy brain for a suitable punishment, “I won’t have sex with you until it grows back.”

“Oh, fighting talk, huh? You wouldn’t last a week, babe.” He replies smugly, knowing for a fact that he’s not wrong. You barely survive when he gets pulled away by his ever-demanding job, always relying on those special homemade videos you both made.

You groan in frustration, and he coos down at you, running the pad of his thumb over your pouty lips to try and coax you to smile— but it doesn’t work, you seem genuinely heartbroken, and he would be lying if he said it didn’t amuse him just a little.

“C’mon… don’t look at me like that, baby, it needs taming.”

You don’t answer, but your expression turns determined. You lean forward, looking up at him through your lashes as you press a wet kiss right over the hard ridge of his abs. His fingers slip into your hair, tightening a little at the roots, your name catching in his chest as you drag your tongue back up his firm stomach.

“Oh Fuck-” his voice comes out hoarse, ragged.

“Promise me you won’t get rid of it.” You tell him, dragging sloppy, open-mouthed kisses down to his V-line, and when he doesn’t answer right away, you pull back, scowling at him. “Promise me, Leon.”

“Yeah, yeah, I promise… I’ll keep it, s’all yours gorgeous.” He breathes out heavily from above you, dick already hard and twitching to life against the thin fabric of his boxers.

“Good.” You beam up him happily, tugging the waistband of his boxers down a little further with a lick of your lips.

જ⁀➴ Resident Evil Masterlist જ⁀➴ General Masterlist

you’re laying on a chair beside the pool, bathing in the sunny glow that graces your skin with a comforting warmth. not in the mood for a dip, you flip through the pages of your book leisurely as you enjoy the summer heat.

iwaizumi climbs up the ladder out of the pool, all done cooling off in the water. he grabs the neatly folded towel resting on the lounge chair saved for him right next to yours, quickly patting off the beads of water resting on his skin before ruffling the cloth through his short spiky hair. the view is nice. the summer view is nice too—the buzz of bees flying around and yellow dandelions scattered across the lawn—but the real view is the whole 179.3 centimeters standing tall next to you.

“why didn’t you join me in the water?” he asks, squinting as the sun hits his eyes.

“didn’t feel like getting wet,” you say, eyes still trained on the words on your page.

“i can get you wet,” he says with a cheeky grin, one that doesn’t falter even as you wack the book into his thigh.

he chuckles, leaning down and beginning to pepper wet open mouthed kisses all over your face. the water still remnant on his lips wipes all over you as he presses them on your cheeks, your forehead, your temple, your jaw, the tip of your nose, practically anywhere else he can reach, and then finally your lips.

in the midst of his banter you laugh, trying to fight him to no relent. “iwa, stop! you’re getting me all wet!”

“can’t help it. you look gorgeous in that bathing suit,” he murmurs, trying to find any sort of real estate he can to press his lips on.

you put the book down, using your hands to try and claw at his face and push it away. he’s too persistent in slobbering all over your face like a dog for your attempts to work, though. he just starts kissing your palms until they feel numb.

once he’s finally done attacking you with his kisses, he pulls away and simply stays there in front of you, leaning over the chair and grinning at you, his face not even inches away from yours.

“what?”

“nothing,” his teeth are still bared, his smile reaching from ear to ear.

“you’re grinning like an idiot for no reason. i don’t see what’s so funny.” with another scolding yet playful slap of your book to his leg, you open up the page you had dog eared and try to continue reading without his disruption.

to no surprise, it’s pointless as he continues to try and press as many of your buttons as he can. “you look really pretty under the sun.”

you glance up from the words on the page, mouth open and ready for a witty remark. you fall flat at the sight of him, though. the suds still on his face and the wet strands of hair clinging to his forehead make all of the blood in your body flood to your cheeks. every one of his perfections—because in your eyes he has no imperfections—are perfectly complimented by the sun’s rays that highlight his tan skin and the contours of his stupidly handsome face.

the thoughts rushing through your mind make you fall short, and the words you look pretty under the sun too almost slip out before you can catch them. you want to tell him that, but you’re supposed to be irritated with him for slobbering all over your face. sticking to the script, you just look away and try to focus on reading. but iwaizumi can tell you’re just lost in your thoughts when your gaze doesn’t move across the page.

you catch the way his grin fades into a more genuine smile of the sorts, one that shows he’s really happy over you becoming a blushing mess because of him and not just trying to tease you into oblivion.

from the spot in his own lounge chair that he’s taken while you’ve been processing what had just happened, you hear him speak. “join me in the pool now?”

that earns him a book thrown at the head and a loud, firm, no.

masterlist | taglist | tags: @scoupsworld @amaliaaliena @mires765 a/n: realistically i’d be in the pool playing mermaids but that’s besides the point.

his hands grip your hips in a deliciously bruising hold as he fucks the stress out of you, whispering in your ear how you’re his smart girl who just works too damn hard. his smart girl who loves to go absolutely dumb from his fucking cock.

and when his smart girl is stressed… of course he’s gonna make you feel better.

“hajime—” your voice more of a breathy whine than a moan, “—fuck fuck—s’good, soo—ohh good.”

“yeah?” iwaizumi grabs a fistful of hair and pulls your head back to look at him. your eyes are glazed over in a beautiful, heady daze, reserved only for him. “am i fucking my princess dumb? can’t think about anything else?”

drool trickles down your chin as you babble out words you can barely articulate. “only you—fuck— oh my god… haji, ’m gonna—“

his hand comes down to your puffy little clit and rubs it just right for you to turn into a loud, whimpering mess. “c’mon—come for me, princess,” he groans, fucking you through it. he feels you clench around him, paired with a strangled, “‘m gonna make a mess! hajime!” before you finish—white clouding your vision. he groans as he nears his own finish, making sure you were finished with your own high before pulling out and jerking himself to come all over the swell of your ass.

and it’s been proven that every time he helps relieve your stress, you lock in and finish all your required assignments and get ahead on more. which, in turn, just means iwaizumi gets to tell you just how wonderful and smart his pretty girl is…

a/n: moving accounts ˋ°•*⁀➷ @oxytxn

enjoy my masterlist!

your eyes flutter open to rays of gold that shine through the hotel curtains. you rub the sleepy blur out of your gaze, shifting under the blankets and within iwaizumi’s arms to get a look at the time. it’s around 8:00 am, and your very first morning as a married woman. looking around to get a grip on your surroundings you find your white gown, a large pile of flowing silk and lace, jumbled up at the foot of the bed alongside your heels. iwaizumi’s tuxedo lays beside it in a messy heap, the pieces thrown haphazardly on the carpeted floor.

you feel iwaizumi shift beside you, slowly rousing awake himself. he hums and groans as he wraps his strong arms tighter around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. “‘morning, mrs. iwaizumi,” he rasps against your bare shoulder, his breath tickling your skin.

you smile at the name, turning yourself around in his hold to face him fully. his eyes are just opening, slits of olive green still clouded with the remnants of sleep. his expression is groggy and still not quiet awake yet, but it’s just as tender and loving as it always is. he lifts a gentle hand to tuck a few messy strands of hair behind your ear, the golden band around his ring finger catching the sunlight from the outside as he does so. it reminds you of the ring on your own finger—a similar golden band like his but adorned with a small diamond gem on top.

he shifts slightly to adjust his hold on you, his body visibly stiff and sore—no different from yours—as he moves. you get a glimpse at the large expanse of his toned back, littered with scratches all across his skin. yikes. you must have made a face, because iwaizumi follows your gaze to the streaks of red all along his muscles. he just smiles—a little amused—and shakes his head in a way that tells you it’s nothing to fuss over before pressing a chaste kiss to your temple reassuringly. he takes your hand into his, running his thumb along the cool band of metal on your finger in thought. you watch the dazed look in his eyes as his mind wanders, probably somewhere to the unfamiliar reality of him being a husband. your husband. he peppers your knuckles with light kisses before letting go of your hand to pull you impossibly closer to him. as nonchalant as iwaizumi can be, he holds you like he has the power to merge you two into one and has an awfully hard time letting go. his lips press against the top of your head, his words whispered against your scalp like a promise—a vow, “i love you.”

he pulls the covers higher over the two of you, trapping the heat from your bodies underneath the blankets and allowing you to bask in each other’s warmth. skin to skin, your legs tangle together with his and iwaizumi runs his hands up and down your bare back. every mindlessly traced circle and line leaves a warm feeling in its wake. the warmth comes with comfort, spurring from the knowledge that you’ll be able to have his hands on your back like this for as long as you continue to live. the drunken mess from last night is left scattered across the room and the sun rises higher to signal the beginning of the day ahead, but none of it really matters just yet. right now, it’s the intertwining of breaths and limbs and all in the present that means everything. the two of you—newly wedded today and forever each other’s in the future.

m.list | taglist | tags: @scoupsworld @mires765 @amaliaaliena @nanasrkives @bakugouswaif @frozen-waffle a/n: kept seeing videos of this trend and thought it was the perfect prompt for a fic. had to do it for my husband of course.

Atsumu Miya

“The moment I met ya.” He lets out a yelp when you hit him, frowning. “Ow! Hey!” Rubbing at his shoulder, Atsumu pouts at you. “What was that for? It’s true!”

You raise a brow. “Really, ‘tsumu? The moment we met? C’mon!”

Tsumu grumbles, “I was tryna be romantic.”

“Yeah, well, I want a serious answer.”

Your boyfriend gives you a look, and you pout. “Cmon! I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” 

Tsumu blinks at you, you blink back, then you giggle and nod. 

“Okay. Sure. Just tell me.” You see him grin, before a thoughtful look washes over his face. He’s serious, eyes glazing as he thinks back before he murmurs, “I realized when you showed up during one of my matches.” 

You shoot him a confused look. “I always go to your matches?” 

“No- I mean… remember when you were in Tokyo?”

“Mhm?”

“And you told me you weren't sure if you could go.”

your eyes glint with recognition, and softly you murmur, “Yeah. I remember that.”

“So when you showed up, in Argentina, wearing my jersey and holding a water bottle? Smiling and waving at me.” Atsumu smiles. It's one of the smiles that only you and his closest friends get to see. Wide smile, that softness in them? Your heart stutters. 

“I knew I loved you then.”

Reader have no idea that they're dating the batboys for a quite some time already, although reader does hope for it, they just thought that the batboys being so nice to them, while the batboys waiting for reader to be ready to do couple stuff, they just thought reader is shy 😭

I been thinking this for a while now

Reader: what you mean we're dating?!?!

Batboys: we've been dating for a while now???

“I like you so much, and you don’t even know it.”

Sorry lowkey disappeared again.Im having my daughter next month,scared asf💔💔.My fanny is gonna be DESTROYED.also random does anyone else hate podfics.Like it will have the perfect plot and then say” podfic” like turn that shit off omg.

Batboys x Reader: clueless Reader

Bruce Wayne

The “exclusive relationship” was IMPLIED, apparently

•Bruce thought things were very clear.

• In his defense:

•you spend most nights at the manor

• he takes you to galas

•Alfred refers to you as “Mr. Wayne’s partner”

•Bruce literally kisses you goodbye before meetings

•So naturally he assumes:

yes, this is my significant other.

•Meanwhile you’re spiraling internally every day.

•Because Bruce Wayne is:

•holding your hand

•buying you things

•resting his forehead against yours when tired

•But he’s never technically said:

“Will you be my partner?”

•So your brain goes:

Maybe he’s just emotionally confusing.

•The realization happens because someone at a gala says:

“You and your boyfriend make a lovely couple.”

•You laugh awkwardly.

“Oh..we’re not-“

•Bruce looks over immediately.

“…Not what?”

•You stare at him.

“Dating?”

•Silence.

•Bruce blinks once.

“..We’ve been exclusive for eight months.”

“EIGHT??!”

•You almost choke on your drink.

•Bruce is now deeply confused.

*“You sleep in my bed.”

“AS A FRIEND.”

“I kissed you.”

“PEOPLE KISS CASUALLY SOMETIMES-“

•Bruce just stares at you like your operating system is corrupted.

• Then realization slowly dawns on him.

“…You genuinely didn’t know.”

• You hide your face immediately.

“I thought you were being nice because you liked me as a person.”

•Bruce physically has to sit down.

•Because somehow this is more stressful than fighting Bane.

⸻

Dick Grayson

Actually devastated you didn’t know

•Dick is the MOST affectionate naturally.

•So this misunderstanding gets BAD.

•This man:

• calls you baby

•kisses your forehead

•cuddles you constantly

• takes you on dates

•says “missed you”

•introduced you to the Titans

•And you STILL think:

He’s probably just emotionally open.

•Dick genuinely thinks you’re just shy about labels.

•One day he casually says:

“My girlfriend’s coming over later.”

•You:

“Oh? Who?”

• Dick laughs.

•Then stops laughing.

“…You.”

•You stare at him.

“Wait.”

•He stares back.

“WAIT.”

“You didn’t know we were dating?!”

“I THOUGHT YOU WERE JUST REALLY FRIENDLY.”

•Dick falls backwards onto the couch dramatically.

“I HELD YOUR FACE AND TOLD YOU I ADORED YOU.”

“YEAH BUT YOU’RE DICK GRAYSON. YOU SAY THINGS.”

•He’s losing his mind now.

“I TOOK YOU ON ROMANTIC ROOFTOP DINNERS.”

• “I THOUGHT YOU WERE TESTING LOCATIONS.”

•He actually laughs so hard he can’t breathe.

•Then immediately crawls across the couch to grab your face.

“Okay,” he says, still laughing,

“just so we’re SUPER clear now-”

•Kisses you directly on the mouth.

“Boyfriend. Dating. Romantic. In love with you.”

•You’re bright red.

•Dick thinks this is the funniest thing that’s ever happened to him.

⸻

Jason Todd

• Jason absolutely assumed you knew.

•Because from his perspective:

•you wear his hoodies

•you sleep at his place

•he threatens people for disrespecting you

•you’ve made out multiple times

•Clearly:

Relationship.

• But you’re an overthinker.

•So every time something romantic happens you internally go:

Don’t assume. Don’t ruin the vibe. Stay calm.

•The realization happens when Roy casually says:

“So how long have you two been together now?”

•You immediately answer:

“Oh we’re not together-“

•Jason:

“…What.”

•Roy:

“…WHAT.”

•You panic immediately.

“I MEAN-unless-“

•Jason is staring at you like his soul just left his body.

“Baby.”

“DON’T BABY ME RIGHT NOW.”

“I literally told a guy at a bar you were my girl.”

“I thought that was… metaphorical.”

•Jason actually puts his hands over his face.

“How are you alive.”

•Then he starts laughing.

HARD.

“Oh my god,” he says between laughs,

“you really thought I was just casually obsessed with you.”

•You hide in your hoodie immediately.

His hoodie.

•Jason notices. Smirks.

“You know normal friends don’t share apartments keys either, right?”

Silence.

“…oh my god.”

⸻

Tim Drake

•Tim honestly can’t blame you because he ALSO never formally asked.

• But he thought the relationship progression was obvious.

•You:

•have toothbrushes at each other’s places

• share passwords

• nap together

•hold hands constantly

•went to a wedding together

• Tim categorized this as:

Relationship Acquired.

•You categorized it as:

Extremely emotionally intimate friendship.

•The moment happens because Kon asks:

“Wait, did you never ask them out officially?”

•Tim pauses.

“..I thought I did.”

• You immediately look over.

“You WHAT.”

•Tim starts mentally replaying every interaction you’ve ever had.

“I said ‘you’re my favorite person.’”

“THAT ISN’T A CONFESSION.”

“I BOUGHT YOU FLOWERS.”

“AS A FRIEND???”

•Tim puts his head in his hands.

“This explains SO MUCH.”

“LIKE WHAT?”

“WHY YOU LOOKED PANICKED EVERY TIME I HELD YOUR HAND.”

•You whisper:

“I thought I was imagining things…”

• Tim looks up immediately.

“…Wait, you LIKE liked me?”

“YES???”

⸻

Damian Wayne

Actually offended you thought he behaved this way platonically

•Damian is NOT naturally affectionate.

•Which means from his perspective, this should have been EXTREMELY obvious.

• He:

•seeks you out voluntarily

•touches you first

•allows prolonged physical affection

•lets you hold Titus

• says “beloved”

•In Damian Language this is basically a marriage certificate.

•Meanwhile you:

He’s just… intense.

• The realization happens when you say:

“You’ll make someone really happy one day.”

•Damian stops walking.

• Slowly turns around.

“…Excuse me?”

“What?”“What do you mean ‘someone’?”

•You blink.

“Your future partner?”

•Damian stares at you in complete disbelief.

“Beloved. We are together.”

You laugh nervously.

“Wait, seriously?”

He looks genuinely disturbed now.

“You believed I was behaving this way PLATONICALLY?”

“YOU NEVER ASKED.”

“I ALLOWED YOU IN MY PERSONAL SPACE.”

“…that’s fair actually.”

•Damian pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I have called you ‘my love’ repeatedly.”

“I thought you were being poetic.”

Long silence.

Then:

“…Father was correct. You are catastrophically oblivious.”

But later that night?

•He’s noticeably clingier.

• Hand on your waist.

•Pulling you closer.

“free the nip.”

2 posts one day?? AHHH.I was in the zone writing this.Bc my crotch goblin is finally asleep

Batboys x Reader:No bra

Bruce Wayne

Notices immediately. Says nothing. Internally combusting.

You walk into the Batcave one night in a loose tank top. No bra. Bruce glances up from his computer… and then freezes.

Eyes flicker back to the screen. Then back to you.

Then the screen again.

“You’re… comfortable, I see.”

You smirk.

“That a problem?”

He swallows, voice rough:

“Not at all.”

Five minutes later, you’re on his lap and the cowl’s off. You did not finish that movie.

⸻

Dick Grayson

Fully loses his mind. Respectfully.

Dick’s brain short-circuits the first time you hop onto the couch in a crop top, no bra, totally unbothered.

He tries so hard to keep eye contact.

Fails.

“Babe. I’m trying to focus. I swear.”

You: “You’ve been staring at my chest for ten minutes.”

“Because it’s RIGHT THERE. And amazing. And I’m just a guy-“

He gets adorably clingy after that. Arms constantly around you, face in your chest.

“This is a safe space. For both of us.”

⸻

Jason Todd

Thinks it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever done, even if it’s not on purpose.

You walk out of the shower in a big shirt and nothing underneath.

Jason literally chokes on his coffee.

“You tryna kill me, sweetheart?”

You laugh and shrug. “Bras suck.”

He grins, eyes dark.

“Nah, don’t stop on my account. Free the girls. Live your truth.”

Next thing you know, he’s behind you in the kitchen, hands “accidentally” grazing every time he reaches past you.

“Oops.”

He’s definitely the one who says,

“You’re not wearing a bra? That’s crazy. We should celebrate.”

⸻

Tim Drake

Brain. Melted.

You’re working in the same room. He’s coding. You’re lounging. Braless.

It takes 3 minutes for him to forget how to spell his own name.

“Did you just delete your own code?”

“I-yes. Maybe. I don’t know what’s happening anymore.”

You teasingly stretch. He nearly drops his laptop.

Later, when you ask why he’s so red, he mutters:

“I support your comfort and liberation. But I’m so unwell right now.”

⸻

Damian Wayne

Judgy at first. Then realizes he’s obsessed.

You mention you don’t like wearing bras.

He frowns.

“Tt. They exist for support. Do you want back pain?”

You: “No, I want freedom.”

He shuts up real quick when you demonstrate.

His brain slows to 0.2 fps the second he sees you move naturally around him.

He adjusts his collar. A lot.

“You may do what you wish. It is… aesthetically pleasing.”

He gets insanely protective when you go out like that. Glares at anyone who stares too long.

i’m talking “NOOOOOoo uh i meannn…you know i already think you’re gorgeous, but it’s up to you babe”

here are my credentials: i’m fat

dc:

guy gardner is having a big fucking sullen fit if he finds out you’re trying to lose weight. askin why the fuck you’d do that to yourself, genuinely on the verge of a brain-scrambling breakdown lmao

jason todd cannot understand why on earth you would do that to yourself. you're perfect how you look and he just can't get enough of you; do you want him to prove it? because he will, sweetheart

roy harper is absolutely devastated if he gets wind of the notion. almost on his hands and knees trying to convince you to think again about such a ridiculous idea. just please don't honey, okay?

booster gold has to look at you a few times as he tries to mull over the idea that you've suggested to him; he blinks, squints, goes "why?" with the most perplexed cant to his voice and then proceeds to thoroughly discount any argument that you might suggest his way

lobo gives you a look of disgusted confusion that isn't quite directed at you, but more at the ridiculous idea that you've suggested to him. he takes a long drag from his cigar as he folds one leg over the other and grunts "why would you do somethin' stupid like that to a perfect bod like yours?" and the matter seems to be settled there

diana prince is absolutely appalled that you would consider losing weight. after all, she can still lift you and carry you in certain...situations...so why would you ever consider such a foolhardy decision, love?

marvel:

frank castle is bewildered why you would wanna do something like that. tells you that you're not eating enough, because he wants to make sure that not only are you well-protected, that you're also well-fed. come on now, honey, don't do that, will you?

bucky barnes likes a partner with a big figure, and looks at you with outright confusion when you suggest the idea. Come on doll, let's talk you out of that idea right now; no need to be suggesting so outlandish stuff

ben grimm absolutely adores your figure, your body; how it feels under his hands. The idea that you would want to lose any of that is absolutely horrific and it's probably one of the only times that you'll see real panic in his eyes when you suggest it

rogue is practically apoplectic if you consider losing any weight. thinks the more of you, the better; after all, it's important that she gets to visually appreciate you since she can't do as much touching as she wants to do, right?

And yet, you hate them. You find them too wide, too big, the skin covered in cellulite you can’t stand.

But Izuku loves them with a kind of fervor that feels almost insolent, sometimes even indecent. To him, they’re perfect—everything you think is wrong, he worships.

You’re lying on the bed in nothing but panties, one leg bent, the other stretched out. He’s on his knees between them, his big, calloused hands wrapped around your thighs, gripping your flesh with a tender sort of possessiveness.

“They’re perfect,” he breathes, almost angry that you could ever doubt it.

He presses his lips to the inside of your thigh. His mouth lingers there for a long time. He kisses slowly, then drags his tongue along your skin, exhaling a hot breath that makes you shiver.

“I love when you sit on me… I love their weight, their warmth… I love when they’re wrapped around my face. I love them so fucking much.” His voice is low, sincere, and rough with desire.

You look away, a little embarrassed, but he slides his hand up to your stomach, then your hip, making you shiver to bring your gaze back to him.

“Look at me, baby. I want you to see how much I love them. How much I love you.”

He goes back to kissing your inner thigh, creating a slow, reverent path up to the edge of your panties. His lips barely graze your skin, just enough to make you tremble.

“These thighs… they’re mine. They drive me insane.”

He kisses the skin right at the edge of your panties, leaving a shaky breath there. Then his teeth brush gently against the elastic, as if he’s holding back the urge to devour you whole.

He closes his eyes for a moment, breathing in your scent, this warm and wet heat he craves so deeply.

“Baby…” he murmurs against your lower belly. He sounds consumed by a desire he’s trying to control.

You take in a soft breath, your chest rising. Your stomach tenses under his touch, his hands still holding your thighs like he never plans to let them go. You slide one hand into his messy curls.

“Izuku…”

He looks up at you, eyes green and glowing like you’re divine. Like you’re the only beautiful and real thing in his whole world.

“You have no idea what it does to me when you let me touch this…” His thumbs draw soft circles on your thighs. Then he bites gently at your skin. You tremble. “And I need you to know something.”

He kisses you again higher now, closer to where your panties are getting soaked. “You’re fucking stunning, baby.”

Your eyes sting with unexpected tears. You weren’t ready to be touched like this, with his words. He slips a finger slowly under the waistband of your panties, gentle, careful.

His eyes never leave yours.

“Can I?” he asks softly.

You nod, unable to speak through the knot in your throat. He removes your panties with reverence, sliding them down your legs, letting them fall to the floor without breaking eye contact. Then he opens your legs gently, slowly like you’re a gift he’s been aching to unwrap.

“You know where I wanna be forever?” he whispers against your skin, between kisses. “Right here. Between your thighs.”

His tongue flicks out, sliding between your soaked folds. A sharp cry escapes your lips. He groans in return deep, hungry like your taste just awakened something feral in him.

His arms slip under your thighs, pulling them up around his face, spreading you open completely to his mouth. He licks you slowly, then faster, sucking your clit with insane precision.

Your hips move on their own. Your thighs tremble around his head. You clutch the sheets.

“Izu-… it’s too much..”

But he doesn’t stop. He wants you to feel how desperately you’re wanted. How entirely you’re loved.

You lose yourself in the rhythm of his mouth, the tremors running through you, the raw pleasure building as his tongue and fingers move inside you.

Minutes pass, maybe more—until you come hard, screaming his name, your thighs locked tight around his face. He groans with you, whispering I love you right against your soaked pussy.

He doesn’t move. He stays there, resting his face against your heat, catching his breath like he just found religion. Then he lifts his head, lips shiny, eyes glazed with need and love.

“I’m seriously thinking about spending the rest of my life between your thighs, mama.”

It's not on a necklace where it can snag or get pulled but somewhere else, safer. Also not as visible. But then the press gets a photo of him and someone sees it.

The pretty design on the back of the golden locket stands out. The press and his fans go crazy over it. Everyone already knows Bakugo is down bad for his wife but now there's a locket with unknown photos in it.

Bakugo chooses to ignore it till he's in an interview and gets asked "so everyone's dying to know. What's in this secret locket of yours?" A confused look comes to his face.