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do it by the book  aphrodisiac (nsfw)  the dilf effect (nsfw) never gets old the new quartermaster 48 hours miss me? (nsfw) ninth time’s the charm (nsfw)

drabble #1! (nsfw)

+more to come!

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mentions: anti!hero reader, also flirty ish around tim, tries to recruit reader but fails everytime, tension is CRAZY, can we also say a confession?? ig??, makeout sesh, dry humping, ass groping, pathetic!tim oh yeah, oh this is on top of a rooftop mind you, idk if we can consider this as boobplay, reader doesnt know tim's identity and vice versa, reader doesn't wear a mask lol sorry ik i got lazy, i def missed more (idk how but half of the smut got deleted and the tab didnt even close 😭 but i was way too into it and rewrote it cause i was clenched for this)

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tim should’ve stopped trying after the eighth rejection

that’s what dick, jason and steph said. even bruce agreed and added that if you wanted to join, you would have by now. but tim disagreed. because everytime you rejected the offer, you never actually left. 

you still shared intel, you still tipped them off about gang activity, you still pulled civilians out of danger before disappearing into gotham’s shadows and leaving the cleanup for the bats

you worked alone, sure, but you were already halfway in. yet everytime tim kept offering you a position, you still rejected him with that infuriating smirk and a flirty comment to change the topic

but of course, tim drake was never a quitter— which was why he found himself on another rooftop at two in the morning. again

“you know” you spoke, sitting on the edge of the roof top and feeling tim’s presence behind you. “at this point, im starting to think you’re obsessed with me”

“join the team” tim beat to the bush, not even reacting to your words. and that made you immediately laugh and stand up, turning around to face him with the corner of your lips slightly curved. “see? obsessed” 

“join the team” “i work alone” “you say that everytime” “because its true” both of you stared at each other, feeling the cold gotham breeze pass you two like a tumbleweed and waiting for the other to speak. honestly, it was funny how determined red robin was to recruit you, not knowing if you should feel honored or bad

then again, he’s red robin— the smartest out of batman’s little group, annoyingly persistent and unfairly attractive. so attractive that at times, you couldn’t help but stare at those sharp cheekbones and masked eyes, eyes you know that constantly carried that focused, calculating look under the domino mask

a grin slowly formed on your lips and it made tim’s gaze dart to your lips, the same ones that made him wonder how they would taste on his the moment he met you

“you’re very… persistent about this, aren’t you?” you broke the silence, and his silence made your suspicions rise. red robin was one who always had an answer to everything, and his answer to your words? pure silence

the wind tugged at his cape as he stood there on the rooftop across you, unmoving and watching you. “i have my reasons” he finally said, making you tilt your head and soften your grin into a smirk

“im sure you do” you slowly walked towards him with that tone tim knew all too well— light, teasing, dangerous in a way you pretended wasn’t intentional— and he hated that tone, because of how it always worked on him a little too well

his heartbeat quickens as his eyes, hidden behind the mask, watch you stop directly in front of him. you were so close that he could see the tiny scar near your jaw, close enough to smell rain on your suit, close enough that one move and it was over

your smirk slowly faltered as your eyes landed on his mask, the tension buzzing through both of you. then, your voice slightly dropped into a whisper “well then. give me a reason, red robin”

the teasing should’ve made it easy to dismiss. it was another flirty joke you made, another game and excuse to get under his skin. but instead, the words landed hard— hard enough for tim to realize that this wasn’t like the usual banter both of you would share, but something different. something… intense

there was silence amidst the air, the city quieter than it had ever been. yet despite that, the tension was anything but quiet

the amused look you always carried in your eyes was gone as they were half-lidded, anticipating tim’s next move and giving him a look that was anything but professional. 

his breath quietly hitched when he saw your eyes go to his lips, eyeing them before looking back up at him. even though tim’s eyes were under the mask, they couldn’t leave your gaze— a gaze that was almost mesmorizing 

“because im not the only one feeling this way” tim murmured, barely above a whisper as if the words slipped out before he could decide whether to stop them. all those moments where you would team up with him for cases, how you’d never stop to get under his skin with those flirtatious comments and smirk, it all came down to this moment, where tim couldn’t ignore it anymore— and neither could you

you just looked at him, really looked at him. it was a look different than the ones you usually gave him, but a look that gave him your answer— that he really wasn’t the only one feeling this way, 

“red...” you whispered, and that did it.

the controlled, calm composure you always saw from tim now snapped as he moved first, the snap of restraint finally giving in after too many nights of standing too close and not close enough

with no hesitation, his lips crashed onto yours sharply, all the months of tension slowly becoming undone, kissing you like he’d been holding it back for too long and didn’t know how to do anything except let it all out at once. 

and the moment the felt your lips move back with his and didn’t resist, that was the answer he needed more with words

one hand slid to your waist while the other went to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he tilted you closer and deeper, refusing to let there be hesitation between you anymore

and you met him just as hard, on arm sliding around his neck while your free hand held his chin as you kissed him back with the same intensity he was giving you. a moan left his lips when your thumb gently pulled his bottom lip for your tongue to be inserted in

the control he had left slipped entirely after that, the kiss turning more unsteady and breathless with each second. it was tangled with everything neither of you had said out loud for months— too many nights, too many flirty jokes from you, too many rejections, too many almost moments that had finally collapsed into this one

you and tim broke apart only for a few seconds to catch your breaths before immediately going back for another taste, a taste so addicting both of you couldn’t help but want more

both of you slowly knelt down, breaking the kiss to push tim onto the floor. a small gasp left his lips but it was quickly swallowed by you the moment you hovered over him and placed your lips back on his, taking the lead

you moaned on his lips when you sat on his lap and felt the tent in his pants, perfect for tim to slide his tongue in between your lips as his hands slid to your hips, pressing you more flushed onto him “you have no idea how bad i want this” he murmured onto your lips, slowly rocking your hips to feel friction onto his clothed boner. “wanted to shut that pretty mouth for so lo-" he moaned from  the feeling of his cock rubbing on your clothed cunt   you slowly broke the kiss, a dazed smirk on your swollen lips and eyes blown. “mmm, you were saying?” tim opened his mouth, only for another moan to leave from your hips, slowly rolling onto his. god, imagine how good you must feel if he ripped your suit off, if the fabric between your bodies was gone

tim let out a breathless sigh; your lips trail down to his neck. but that sigh was quickly added on by a moan when he felt your lips place a kiss on his adam’s apple, making him swallow and feeling his boner getting harder than it already was

“god, red you feel so good” you moaned, the clothed tip of his cock rubbing on your clit insatiably. it did nothing but make you crave more for it, crave more for him

you spread your thighs more, the pace of your hips slowly picking up. the sudden change of pressure and pace made tim’s lips fully agape, pants leaving them 

“oh fuck” tim moaned when he felt a vein on his cock brushed, causing him to tilt his head up with an inaudible gasp. “shit, you feel so goo— mph!”

his eyes widened and he immediately clamped a hand over his mouth when you felt your hands go under his suit, feeling your touch brush on his hard abs. as if remembering that both of you were still on a rooftop

but you took his hand off his mouth and tilted his chin to meet his lips with another kiss— an open-mouthed kiss that was hungry. sloppy. all with tongue and saliva. “let me hear you” you murmured on his mouth, biting his bottom lip for a sound

and a sound you got, indeed. tim whined, now buckling his hips and grinding them on yours, matching your pace with desperation. his hand went back on your body, but this time on your ass, kneading and giving it a nudge for more of you— which you happily complied by giving him another slow roll of your hips that made you moan and break the kiss

even though your lips left tim, his didn’t. instead, tim brought his mouth down to your jaw, then neck, alllll the way until he reached the front zipper of your suit. with his teeth, he pulled down the zipper and unzipped your top, revealing the valley of your boobs perked up from your bra. god, this man was almost drooling just from sight of you

you let out a sound when tim buried his face in your cleavage and nudged your bra, only to lick a long, tantalizing stripe on your cleavage. it made you knock your head back and push your chest to bury his face more in your boobs

“oh red” you sighed, looking down on him and arching your back to an angle that felt so good it made you moan and your hips jerk. but tim’s hands kept you still, bringing his lips all the way up back to yours. “not done” he murmured, before kissing you again and moving your hips back to the pace you originally were doing, but faster. harder your clothed cunt was grinding onto his cock so hard you could almost feel each inch as if you two were naked, your hands under his suit lying flat on his abs as you rocked your throbbing heat more and more onto his cock

the closer both of you were, the messier the kiss was. and the more erratic your pace was

you broke the kiss with a sound, resting your forehead on his. “red i- oh fuck, im gonna cum” you panted, that familiar feeling slowly approaching with each roll of both yours and tim’s hips

tim just nodded frantically with a whiny ‘uh-huh’ leaving his swollen lips. “need you to cum. fuuuuuck, make a mess all over me” he looked at you with pleading eyes and mouth agape, an expression so lewd it should be considered sinful to even look at. “please, oh please baby”

poor man was desperate because he was close too; you could tell from how his hips were desperately moving with yours. he wanted to see your body shake with pleasure, he wanted to hear your lips letting out the most heavenly sounds, he wanted to feel you let go for him— even if you two were just dry humping

a dazed grin formed on your lips, chuckling. “yeah? you told me earlier on how bad you wanted this” you brought up his comment, whispering in his ear. “tell me red, tell me how bad you want this”

“so much” tim moaned, gripping your ass and hip like it was his lifeline as his sounds got louder from how close he was. fuck anyone who was hearing him. “a-always wondered how— oh god— you tasted, how y-you’d sound better i-if i shut that mouth of yours, how— shitshitshitshit”

a choked moan left his lips the moment he came in his pants, making his adam’s apple bob with a gulp as he knocked his head with a groan. you would make fun of him for coming first, if your orgasm didn’t wash soon after

you arched your back and buried your face in his neck, soft moans muffled on tim’s skin as you felt your orgasm coming in so intense it made you bite tim’s covered neck, a bite that made tim groan as he felt the pace on your hips slow down as you rode down your wave of pleasure

both of your hips halted into a complete stop, leaving you lying on tim’s body, his chest heaving under you and hands still not leaving your body as both of you were panting and catching your breath. god, that orgasm was so intense you couldn’t feel your legs— and that was from dry humping alone

slowly, you picked your head up from tim’s neck to face him and wow, was he a panting mess-- not like you were one to judge—and the first thing you panted out? 

“im in”

you know what they say, ninth time's the charm

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Summary & CW: Fluff, implications of suggestive content (at the end), fake dating, friends to lovers, dickbin, creepy guy (nothing bad), reader likes chocolate covered strawberries (if you’re allergic I’m sorry), twinge of jealousy

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Another piece out the Kiln! Thank you to @mystiquevoid for participating, I loved both of your submissions too much and couldn’t choose, so here’s your second one! We only have three pieces left in the event! If this isn't up to par it's because I had a teensy migraine and it's rushed bc of finals, BUTTT I hope you enjoy <3

One of these days you were going to learn to say no to Bruce Wayne.

The billionaire playboy has been your best friend since you found him hammered at a college party over a decade ago. Harvey Dent was throwing a rager at his apartment across the hall, and you’d popped in for about half an hour before needing to get a breath of fresh air.

Sneaking out the fire escape and climbing to the roof, you found none other than Wayne heir starfished on the cement.

And well, the rest is history.

Currently you found yourself at one of his charity galas because the press was going on and on about him not settling down. Typically he didn’t let it to get to him, he never did before. That was until a little circus boy came into the picture.

Little Dick Grayson, who somehow was a mirror image of Bruce at that age, got harassed once by paparazzi after school, and he lost it. Bruce was seconds away from filing a class action.

The board, legal, and his PR Director, seemed to all come to the same consensus.

Bruce Wayne needed a happy ever after.

At least for the Gotham Gazette anyway.

While it was made very clear that Dick was not to be approached by the media again, Bruce begrudgingly agreed. That’s when he went to the only person he could trust with this. The only person who knew every single aspect of his life and chose to stay. Not out of obligation, not out of the loyalty or friendship, but for him.

Now, after the third conversation with shareholders you genuinely couldn’t have cared less for, you were regretting saying yes.

Bruce’s left hand was intertwined with yours. His thumb rubbing circles on your knuckles, a quiet thank you he spared you for putting up with this. This was your fourth public appearance planned by his PR Director and the media was eating it up with a silver spoon. Dick was currently leaning into you, his forehead pressed into your waist. Your free hand went to running your fingers through the curls that Alfred attempted to tame with mousse.

One thing you learned very quickly about the little acrobat was that he got clingy when he was tired.

Even before the PR stunt, when you came to the manor or went out with them, the moment drowsiness seeped into his frame he clung to the first person he saw. More often than not it was Bruce, but on days he clung to his memories with an iron grip, he’d close his eyes and imagine you were the late Mary Grayson. And you would let him.

“Baby,” you whispered low enough just for the little robin to hear. He lifted his head and the seam from your dress was imprinted on his forehead in red marks. “I’m going to go get a snack really quickly, do you want to come with?”

He got bored at these galas very quickly. Offering him a little escape while Bruce chatted away was sometimes the only thing you could offer him.

He merely blinked at you for a moment, trying to process what you were saying. After the gala is over, you were going to have to have a long conversation with Bruce about how long he let him stay out as Robin. “Nah,” he shakes his head with a smile that makes his dimples pop. “I’ll stay with B.”

“Okay.” You offer him a warm one in return while attempting to fix the hair Alfred couldn’t tame.

Turning to Bruce, you squeeze your fingers around his to quietly get his attention. It’s almost scary how quickly he turns to you, almost as if it’s a reflex. The rest of the group falls away, and his only concern now is you.

“I’m going to go get something to eat, Dick’s going to stay with you.” His eyes briefly shift to the child dressed to the nines at your side. He’s wearing a sleepy grin and eyes that light up the sky. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay love,” he leans in and drops a kiss to your temple. Your face warms instantly and you pray the foundation hides the blush. “The caterer informed me that your requests are hidden in the corner table next to the orchestra.” His voice is low only for your, and maybe Dick’s, ears.

Through the blush, a smile creeps on your face. “Thank you,” your voice is barely above a whisper.

“Anything for you.”

“Would you two just kiss already oh my go-”

Bruce’s eyes don’t leave yours as his palm falls over the boy’s mouth, bringing his head into his side. Even under the concealer that was painted on his face, you see his own blush bloom.

The boy’s eyes gleam with mischief, and you wouldn’t even notice that he licked Bruce’s palm to get it off his face.

“Behave until I get back, okay?”

“I always behave.” He smirks, way too proud of the way he’s terrorized his guardian.

You raise an eyebrow.

“Fineeeee.”

With that, you turn and glide across the ballroom to the table. People’s eyes linger on you, they always do at these things. It bothered you at first. You’d never shied away from attention, but being on the arm of Bruce Wayne practically quadrupled what you were used too.

Arriving to the corner table near the orchestra, you may actually have to propose to Bruce for doing this. To every gala he dragged you too, he always managed to get a small display of some of your favorite deserts. This time, he had frozen chocolate covered strawberries plated next to some macaroons. Taking a quick peak around to make sure no one’s looking, you pick up a strawberry and wrap your lips around it. Your teeth barely bite through it when you hear your name.

When you meet the gaze of one of the gentlemen you’d spoken to earlier, you almost fail at hiding a groan. This was the last person you wanted to speak too. He’d been giving you weird looks during the conversation.

Then there was the matter of his name. It was as if it was erased from your brain, like it didn’t bother to process who this creep was. Chewing quickly and smiling, he lets out a small huff at the sight of you.

“Seems like I caught you in the middle of something.” His voice is low and a chill runs up your spine.

You give him another bashful and borderline uncfomortable smile, swallowing while searching over his shoulder while responding. “Yes,” a hesitant laugh. “I apologize you caught me with my mouth full.”

“Oh it’s no worries,” a beat barely passed before he replied. “I was hoping to catch you alone.”

There’s a grimace threatening its way onto your features. “Oh?” is all you can really let out. Finding the place you were previously standing, you notice Bruce was no longer where he was and you’ve lost him on the floor. “And why is that sir?”

“Oh please don’t call me sir, it makes me feel so old. Call me Murray.” Ah yes, the conversation you shared earlier finally comes back to you as he says his name. “I did wonder how Bruce managed to capture such an attractive woman.”

Your back straightens instantly as you tense, chocolate covered strawberry forgotten in your fingers. “Well, he didn’t capture me per se, it was more of a mutual attraction.”

He steps towards you, and your heels click back half a step almost immediately following his advancement. His mouth opens, but quickly shuts when his eyes fall behind you. A second hardly comes and goes before you feel the familiar warmth of a large palm on your lower back.

“Hello darling, I hope you’re enjoying the strawberries.” You’re not sure if you should be surprised or not at his appearance, he had a knack for spawning from the shadows. Yet somehow, you manage another smile and nod. Noticing the tension in your stance, his jaw tightens. Swallowing tightly, he turns his eyes back to the shareholder. Most would miss it if they were only observing the interaction, but you can’t quite ignore the fire that’s burning behind his eyes as they barrel into the gentleman in front of you. “Is there anything else we can assist you with sir.”

Now a brief grimace does claim your features.

Bruce never did like to share.

“N-no Mr. Wayne, just admiring the selection of deserts.”

“Well, thank you.” Bruce’s voice is tight with jealousy and your smirking internally. “If that is all, would you please excuse my lady and I.”

He doesn’t even wait for a reply and sweeps you away. Not sparing anyone a glance, he guides you out the ballroom into a nearby bathroom.

When the solid wooden door pushes open, your heels clink on the marble floor. Not getting the chance to even turn around, you feel his torso pressed to your back. The warmth even through the shirt is evident on the backless dress. He leans down and you can feel his breath on your ear, the subtle smell of champagne and mint.

There’s a spark in the air. The bathroom is silent except for the deep breaths he’s taking. His fingers dance up and down your arms in a feather light touch. Your eyes catch the intimate action in the mirror and your face warms. His eyes are half-lidded and a shiver passes down your spine. He feels it, he always does.

Then leaning further into you, he drops a kiss to your shoulder. Your heart is pounding in your ears. This wasn’t exactly new for you two. You’d known each other too long it was almost impossible for something like this not to happen, the tension was obvious to anyone.

“Bruce,” your voice comes out breathless as he drops an open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder. “We can’t- not here.”

“It’s my gala, I can do damn well as I please.” There’s a finality to his voice that has your thighs pressing together.

And then as if it was the easiest thing in the world, he slips the straps of your dress and it pools to the floor.

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