IN WHICH... tim is your boyfie :)
warnings: fluff, smut, pet names, f!reader, afab, established relationship duh, reader is implied to like animals, oral (f!receiving), handjob, use of mommy/good boy, sub!tim for the smut hcs
bf!tim drake who practically lives off of coffee and energy drinks, but especially the coffee that you make him. he thought he knew good coffee before you, but he was wrong. perhaps it's just because he loves you.
bf!tim drake who takes forever to introduce you to the batfam for fear that they'll scare you off, but you end up getting along well with all of them. you bond with damian over his rescue animals, dick finds you entertaining, and jason simply...respects you. and believe it or not, bruce also approves of you.
bf!tim drake who loves to touch. he always wakes you up by cuddling you close, arms tight around your waist. he does his computer work atop of you, his back to your chest as he types away. he holds your hand when you make love, fingers tight against yours as if that single point of contact is grounding him entirely.
bf!tim drake who hides the fact that he's red robin, but never actually gets the chance to tell you. why? you figure it out yourself.
he doesn't know you know until you text him 'are you red robin?' on a random tuesday evening. while his heart did initially drop to his ass, once he concluded that you weren't breaking up with him over it, he admired your casual attitude toward it all. all you did was make him promise that he wouldn't die, and he could do with that.
bf!tim drake who is an eater. 1,000%. no doubt about it. there's nowhere that man would rather be than between your legs. and not to mention that he's good at it too.
"tim, enough!" you whine, trying to shove his head away from your soaked, drippy cunt. however your insistent pushing only makes him bury his head deeper, tongue lapping at your folds.
his hands grip your thighs, keeping your legs spread wide as his tongue thrusts rapidly into you. "mm, no, need more, mommy," he whimpers, eyes rolling back in his head. "so good..."
bf!tim drake who always enjoys your input on his cases. he knows you're a smart woman and he trusts your word. he always wants to know if you think he's on the right track; sometimes he gives you the whole file to let your own brain decipher it. it often ends with him seeing the case in an entirely new light, all thanks to his lady.
bf!tim drake who definitely gives puppy-dog eyes when he wants something. he blinks those pretty, big blue eyes up at you through his lashes, sometimes adding a little pout to really seal the deal. it always works.
bf!tim drake who gets punished by you, and you just love to edge him. you're both sat against the headboard of his bed, him sitting between your legs with his back pressed to your chest. he whimpers and whines and twitches as your hand squeezes him tight as it strokes him. agonizingly slow drags, up and down through the mess of sticky pre-cum that coats him.
you've been stroking him for forever, but every time you can tell he's close, you let go, not touching him again until he's reset.
"p-please, baby, i need it," he moans, hips bucking up into your hand. you respond with a sharp smack to his thigh. "ah-!"
"you were a bad boy," you remind him, your hand tightening around his leaky cock. "you don't deserve to cum."
your thumb swirls around his tip, another glob of pre spurting out. "bad boys don't cum," you reiterate. "sit still, timmy. take it like the good boy i know you can be."
bf!tim drake who causes you to love making coffee. similar to the first headcannon, you've become a bit like a personal barista for your boyfriend, and you've gotten good at it too.
"baby," you smile as you walk into his study where he's slumped over his computer, eyes most definitely too close to the screen. "can you try this, please? i tested something new."
he glances up at you as you approach him, steaming mug in hand. "what's this?"
"a cinnamon dolce latte. i tried to put some cinnamon sugar foamy stuff on the top," you frown, placing the mug in front of him. he tugs you into his lap, your butt resting atop one of his thighs. "i don't think it worked, though..."
"well lets give it a try, baby, hm?" he soothes, smiling tiredly up at you. "i bet my girl made it perfectly, as per usual."
bf!tim drake who only lets you wash his hair, especially at your apartment. as embarrassing as it is, he loves the floral scent of your shampoo and conditioner, the way it makes his black locks all shiny and soft. but most of all he loves the feel of your nimble, gentle fingers scrubbing at his scalp, massaging his temples gently as you clean him.
he particularly enjoys taking baths with you for this very reason. laying together in warm, soapy water, his head heavy on your chest as you scrub and rinse, whispering sweet words in his ear—"so pretty, timmy. such nice hair you've got on this handsome head."
bf!tim drake who definitely adopts cats with you, or at least he wants to. some men dream of raising babies with their woman, but tim? he dreams of raising two sweet balls of fur with you. one ginger cat, one black one—halloween colors. he fantasizes of you playing with the kitties, waving the little feathered toy in their faces and giggling when they paw at it. yep, tim wants cats. with you—and he won't let damian try to label them as his own, either.
a/n: for the anon who requested more timmy :P
