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WAIT I CANT HELP BUT THINK OF THIS SHORT STORY IDEA
What if one day Alfred was at a grocery store doing his usual to grab groceries for the house and black reader was with them and there was a old black lady around Alfred’s age and she complimented him and soon a whole conversation started and black reader is just looking at Alfred so proudly as he’s talking to a melanin goddess bc black don’t crack and there literally on face time with Duke showing him the interaction and now there just teasing Alfred but Alfred is going on a date with the woman
ALSO PEAK IDEA THIS MAN NEEDS A OLD BLACK WOMAN FOR HIS SOUL
"HELLO MISS???"
The manor had seen many strange things — alien invasions, time travel, even Damian’s “pet” demon once but nothing, nothing, compared to Alfred Pennyworth humming Luther Vandross while dusting the chandelier.
He’d been… happy. Suspiciously happy. Smiling to himself, laughing under his breath, and cooking meals that tasted like they came straight out of a Southern kitchen. And the smell of cocoa butter? That was the final straw.
So there you were two of Gotham’s finest detectives hiding behind a stack of oranges at the local farmers market, fake aprons on, fake name tags reading “Gary” and “Steve.” You watched as Alfred strolled through the aisles, smiling like a man half his age, beside a woman who looked like she’d stepped out of a warm summer memory. Brown skin glowing, silver-streaked sister locs touching her shoulders, her voice soft and honeyed with a Southern drawl.
They were holding hands.
You nearly dropped your binoculars.
“Bro,” Duke whispered, “Alfred’s got game.”
You elbowed him. “Since when do you know what game looks like?”
He threw an orange at you. You caught it barely before the two of them approached the stand.
“Excuse me,” the woman said sweetly, “how much are these oranges?”
You froze. Duke froze. Alfred raised an eyebrow.
“Uh—uh—it’s a buy one get one free, ma’am,” Duke stammered.
You hissed, “That’s for shirts, idiot!”
He shot back, “You can buy one get one free with food too, dip—”
“Ahem.” Alfred’s polite cough cut through your argument like a knife. “Master Duke. Miss [Name]. I wasn’t aware you’d taken up employment at the market.”
You both stood at attention like soldiers caught sneaking out of formation. “We’re, uh volunteering!” Duke blurted.
Alfred’s eyes narrowed. “And you’re not stalking me, I presume?”
Silence.
You both wordlessly filled the woman’s bag with oranges far too many and practically shoved it into her hands. “Have a great day, ma’am!”
“But I didn’t pay—”
“Never mind, Miss! Have a great day!” you said, pushing them along before Alfred could interrogate you further.
As they walked away, you heard her laugh softly. “How odd. Do you know them?”
Alfred smiled, that rare, gentle smile that made him look years younger. “My grandchildren, my dear.”
She chuckled, looping her arm through his. “Well, they were certainly sweet. You’ll have to take me there sometime.”
And just like that, Alfred Pennyworth the stoic, unflappable butler of Wayne Manor melted.
You and Duke just stood there, dumbfounded, surrounded by oranges and disbelief.
Looks like you’d just met your future grandma.
Listen, I know you just did Reader x Jason without knowing he’s Red Hood, but an idea popped in my head for Tim and I’m absolutely dyin
Like imagine Reader is talking to Tim about how hot the Gotham vigilantes are, but then they get to Red Robin and go “He’s adorable! Just a baby!” Ends up with a debate on whether or not Red Robin could be sexy or just adorable before Tim finally decides to prove it to you
Secrets that you keep
Tim Drake x fem!Reader
warning: MDNI 18+, smut, mirror sex, slightly rough sex, breeding
A/N: I need Tim.
You’d sat down beside Tim for just a second which definitely turned into hours even though he had work to do on his Laptop.
Tim being Tim, had simply adjusted around the inconvenience. He didn’t mind you sitting nearly on him at all. Now he sat squeezed into one corner of the couch with a Laptop balanced against his knee while you scrolled through social media.
The apartment was comfortable. No pressure to constantly talk. No pressure to entertain each other. Just being here in the same space. Tim genuinely loved afternoons like this. Until you suddenly laughed and this wasn’t your usual laugh. He will be confronted with something.
Without looking up from his Laptop, he sighed.
“What is it?”
“Oh my God.”
“What happened now.” Tim closed his eyes.
“There are people ranking Gotham vigilantes by attractiveness.” That got his attention. Slowly, he closed the Laptop.
“You found that side of the internet.” He asks while taking a long breath. Hm.. he remembers taking down a few because some of them made him look like a complete idiot. oops-
“You knew this existed?”
“I know Gotham citizens need hobbies.” You grinned and shifted closer to him, already reading comments aloud. The next ten minutes were genuinely entertaining. Mostly because you had strong opinions for someone who had never met a single vigilante in your life.
Tim nearly laughed himself unconscious when you described Nightwing as looking like someone who definitely knew he was attractive.
If only you knew you’re talking about his brother.
Then you kept scrolling. Biggest mistake there.
“Oh.” Tim immediately knew that tone. That usually means you found something and you will talk about it for hours.
“What?” You sat up straighter, staring at your screen with growing interest.
“No way.”
“What?” Instead of answering, you shoved your phone toward him. A picture of Red Robin which was a rooftop photograph taken from several buildings away. The image quality was terrible. Tim recognized it instantly and then he made the mistake of looking at your face. Because you were smiling.
“Oh Red Robin. The coolest vigilante in my opinion. Really attractive.” Tim muttered.
“What?” You pointed dramatically at the screen.
“He’s adorable.” Tim stared. Did you just call him adorable? I mean, technically you don’t know you just called him adorable.
“What?”
“Look at him.” Tim did. Technically speaking because he was mostly staring at you. You looked delighted by your own discovery.
“He’s cute.” Tim blinked again but this time it was slower. As if he is trying to process what you just said.
“Cute.”
“Yes.”
“Not attractive.”
“No.” You immediately shook your head. Tim felt personally attacked.
“None at all?”
“Nope.” You looked far too confident about this. Meanwhile, Tim was trying very hard to understand how the conversation had somehow ended with his girlfriend calling his vigilante persona adorable. You zoomed further into the picture.
“Look at him.”
“I am.”
“He looks so innocent.” Tim nearly dropped his poor Laptop because of what you just said.
“Innocent?”
“Yeah.” You looked genuinely fond now. Tim wasn’t sure he’d ever recovered from a sentence so quickly.
“He looks like he studies a lot.” That part is true.
“What does that even mean?”
“You know exactly what it means.”
“No, actually. I really don’t.”
“He looks like he reminds people to bring jackets when it’s cold.” Tim buried his face in one hand. This was unbelievable. He didn’t imagine his day to end like this. Him being called adorable while he was supposed to look intimidating.
“He looks responsible.”
“Responsible isn’t an insult.”
“It is when we’re discussing attractiveness.” Tim stared at the ceiling. Somewhere in Gotham or Blüdhaven, Dick would find this story absolutely hilarious. Tim was never telling him. Dick would always remind him. Never letting him forget about this.
The longer you looked at the picture, the more committed you became to the argument.
“He has absolutely zero sex appeal.” Tim choked. He DID NOT expect you to say that. He kinda felt his heart break here.
“Are you okay?” You immediately turned toward him.
“No.”
“Tim?”
“No.” You frowned because why is this affecting him so much? Does he know who this guy is? Is it a close friend of his?
“Why are you acting like this personally offends you?” Because it did.
“I just think you’re wrong.”
“I’m not.” You laughed. Like what? How does he know? Did he sleep with him once? You know he is bi. Why doesn’t he just tell you that he slept with Red Robin if this was the case?
“You are.”
“I’m really not.”
“You are.”
“He looks like he gets excited about sex. Like he would yell YAYYY whenever he gets laid.” You pointed toward the picture again. Tim froze.
“Okay, that one was unnecessary.” You gasped.
“YOU AGREE.”
“No.”
“You absolutely agree.” Tim set his Laptop down. The motion immediately caught your attention. Something about his expression had changed. The amusement was still there but now there was something else underneath it. And it all looks suspicious.
“What?” you asked. Tim smiled. Just a small smile that immediately set off every alarm bell in your head.
“What?” you repeated.
“Nothing.”
“Tim.”
“Nothing.” He repeated but you know him better than this. He is definitely planning something in his brain.
“You have a look.”
“What look?”
“The one you get before doing something questionable.” His smile widened slightly. That was never a good sign. Especially because Tim was usually reasonable. When Tim looked pleased with himself, it meant he’d already figured something out and somehow that was always worse.
“You know what?” he said, closing his book completely. “I think we should settle this.”
“Settle what?” You blinked.
“The argument.”
“What argument?” Tim stood. You immediately became suspicious.
“The one where you’re objectively wrong.” A laugh escaped you.
“Oh my God.”
“I’m serious.”
“No, you’re not.”
“I am.”
“You are defending a vigilante you’ve never met.” Tim’s expression twitched. That seemed to amuse him for some reason. Then he held out a hand.
“C’mon.” You looked at it. Then at him. What is he trying to do?
“Why?”
“Trust me.”
“No.” His laugh was immediate.
“Fair.” He says in between his laugh. Oh god, what is he trying to do?
“Where are we going?”
“The bathroom.” You stared now, completely confused because you actually don’t understand where this is all going.
“The bathroom.” You repeated.
“Yep.”
“Tim.”
“Yep.”
“Why?” You ask him suspiciously.
“You’ll see.” His smile somehow became even more suspicious. That answer did not help. Every instinct told you this was a terrible idea. But curiosity won.
A few minutes later you found yourself standing inside the bathroom while Tim stood outside the doorway, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
“No peeking.”
“That sentence has never ended well.” You pointed at him.
“It’ll be worth it.”
“Tim.”
“No peeking.” You narrowed your eyes and he simply grinned. Then stepped backward into the hallway and shut the door, leaving you alone and you’re still very much confused.
For several minutes, the bathroomremained completely silent. Then you heard footsteps approaching slowly. Stopping directly outside the bathroom with a knock following a second later..
Your heart was suddenly beating a little faster because whatever was happening had become ridiculously dramatic.
“Tim?”
“Open the door.” You frowned, reached for the handle and pulled it open. The question died before it left your mouth.
Because Tim wasn’t standing there. Or at least, not the version of Tim you’d known for the last several years. Instead standing in the hallway was Gotham’s so called adorable vigilante. The unmistakable red and black emblem stretched across his chest.
For a long moment, your brain simply refused to process what it was seeing. Then Red Robin tilted his head slightly and you see Tim smiling in a very dangerous way.
“I don’t think you’ll find me adorable after what I have planned for you.”
Tim Red Robin takes slow steps towards you now and you feel yourself backing up against the sink. Oh shit. He is definitely going to prove you the exact opposite of what you called him earlier.
He slowly turns you around so you can watch yourself in the mirror. With a swift motion his hands remove your shorts along with your now damp panties.
He pushes you a little down agains the counter which causes a shiver run down your spine. While holding eye contact (sort of) with you can see how Tim is preparing himself to enter your now pulsing pussy.
“Look at yourself when I fuck you.”
And you do as he says.
You look at yourself as Tim enters into your tight pussy slowly, your walls now expanding around his cock.
You gasp at the feeling.
“Look at yourself. I just pushed inside and you’re already breathing heavily.” Tim laughs above you.
Picking up the motion, tim thrusts inside you while his hands hold your hips steady. Knees feeling very weak now and your hands holding the edge of the counter. You feel every single inch of him and the veins sliding in and out your pussy.
“Fuuuuck.”
The feeling leaves your mouth hang open while the sound of his skin hitting against yours fills the bathroom.
“Still adorable? Huh? Tell me how good I fuck this sweet pussy of yours”
“so good- hmph-”
You close your eyes as soon as you feel a knot build in your lower stomach. Tim’s thrust only gets more and more rough and you feel your whole body jerking.
“Pussy belongs only to me.”
you let out a wet moan which makes Tim feel getting closer. You clench tightly around his veiny cock, feeling him closer now.
“I’m gonna fill you up with my cum yeah? Fill this pussy up until it drips down your legs.”
“Tim, please!” you scream and this earns you a laugh from Tim.
“Baby… Tim is not here.”
He thrusts inside you a few more times until you both come undone at the same time, cum mixing up with each other now.
You rest your head on top on the counter while you try and catch your breath. Fuuuuck.
He doesn’t pull out from you just now. He needs you to say it. He needs you to call him something else other than adorable.
“Say it baby. How do I look.”
He slowly lifts your head up by your hair and you watch the smirk on his face.
“Fuck. You’re fucking sexy. Anything but adorable.”
“Good girl.”
"holy shit they finally confessed, what comes next--"
Sing me a lullaby || Tim Drake x reader
— Tim needs you so he can sleep.
!!: fluffy fluff. gn!reader but written with fem! in mind. no use of y/n. reader can sing (a little self-indulgent). reader has a cat. insomniac!Tim. established relationship. first "i love you". 1k words.
[dc masterlist]
Tim Drake often finds himself falling asleep in the most unlikely places you can imagine, but when he really wanted to get a good night's sleep, he just couldn't. That’s why he always went to your apartment.
You were his rock; you made him feel safe. You were the only one who could calm his nerves and put his mind at ease. He needed you to be able to fall asleep.
He had keys to your apartment so he could come in whenever he wanted. He knew you locked the windows at night; he’d told you to do it just to keep you safe. And the moment he walked into your home, the breath he’d been holding escaped his lungs.
The scent of cinnamon from your scented candles—the ones that were now unlit—still lingered in the air. He loved that smell; it reminded him of you.
You had left a warm-toned lamp on in the living room. The one next to your bookshelf.
You knew he was coming. He always did, and you would always be there, waiting for him.
Your bedroom door was ajar, just enough for your cat to come and go as she pleased, but not enough for the light to come in and wake you up.
Tim, as quietly as he could, left his shoes by the door and tiptoed to your room. You were sleeping peacefully, with your cat curled up between your legs. The cat looked up as soon as she sensed movement in the room and let out a sleepy meow when she recognized Tim.
“Hi, Laia,” Tim whispered, stepping closer to gently stroke your cat’s fur, which made her purr.
“Tim?” you whispered his name.
“Hi, babe.” He kissed you on the temple and began undressing to get into bed with you.
You had already gotten used to Tim coming to sleep with you, which is why you always left the living room light on and always slept on the right side of the bed, leaving the left side free for him.
As soon as Tim was completely covered by the sheets, his arm moved to wrap around your waist and pull your body toward him.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Tim said, and you kissed him on the cheek.
“You always say that, but you keep coming into my room even though you know Laia’s going to meow at you." Your voice sounded less hoarse and sweeter by the second.
“And you’re a light sleeper,” your boyfriend pointed out.
“Yeah, that too,” you said with a laugh, and then you gave him a short peck on the lips. “How was patrol?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Tim said. That night, the patrol had taken an unexpected turn, and everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong, and he kept blaming himself for it. In the end, Bruce fixed everything he could and sent Tim home for the night—not as a punishment, but to look out for him. Because Tim had been disoriented these past few days, and what he needed was sleep.
You stroked his chest so tenderly that some of the tension he’d been carrying melted away.
“Don’t worry about that now, let’s go to sleep.” You gave him one last kiss before drifting back into a deep sleep.
But as time went on, Tim couldn’t fall asleep. You hadn’t moved from his side; your hand was still resting on his chest, and he could feel your deep breaths against his shoulder. Laia had shifted toward the pillow, lying next to Tim’s face.
He didn’t want to wake you, but he didn’t know what else to do. So he moved his hand to rest it on yours and began to stroke it.
“Babe,” he called softly, looking at you and admiring how beautiful you were even while sleeping.
You responded with a soft moan before you opened your eyes. “What?” The word didn’t sound harsh; it came out of your mouth wrapped in absolute tenderness and love for your boyfriend.
“I can’t sleep,” Tim said, as if it weren’t obvious.
You, now with your eyes slightly half-open, lifted your head to get a better look at him.
“Do you want me to sing to you?” you smiled.
Yes. He’d love that.
He loved your voice more than anything in the world, and every time you sang, it was as if you were casting a spell on him, hypnotizing him and making him fall even more in love with you.
You started singing to him. A lullaby your mother used to sing to you when you were a baby, and that you used to sing to your little cousins when you babysat them. The only song you knew that could make someone fall asleep faster, the one you sang to Tim once when he had a nightmare and it worked. The one you’ve always sung to him ever since.
Tim’s eyelids began to close and his breathing evened out.
It was then, before he fell completely asleep, that he spoke.
“I love you,” he whispered, as if it were a secret. Something intimate just for the two of you.
It was the first time he had said it and he meant it. And he’d say it again if you asked him to.
You smiled, not even bothering to finish the song, and kissed him. Your lips touched his and melted into them, fitting together like a puzzle. The missing piece that you’d both been searching for forever, had finally been found in each other.
“I love you too.”
Tim will never be able to fall asleep without you. And he didn't mind, because he wanted you by his side forever.
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A/N: HAPPY PRIDE YALLL!!!!
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Tim walking past the coffee shop you frequented years ago. He glances inside the window as he carries on.
Until his eyes glaze over you, and his heart stops.
He stops in his tracks and turns to look back through the glass almost desperately. Searching for you.
He thinks he hallucinated, until he sees you typing on a laptop. He stares. His hand lowers the umbrella that he was holding. His movements automatic as he closes it.
The rain hasn’t stopped, It’s pouring. But he’s too stunned to see you. The rain soaking his hair and his clothes.
You look the same to him, just a bit more refined.
Fucking ethereal
He’s trying to get the courage to actually go in, say hi. Catch up. Something
But he’s stuck in that spot, reminiscing of what could have been if he didn’t dump you years ago.
You were too good, too sweet, he cared so much about you but he became robin. He couldn’t juggle you and being robin. He was hurting you. He kept lying about his whereabouts.
You brought it up to him. He lied. You could tell, but you didn’t say anything. He was young, he didn’t know he could have both.
His thoughts are interrupted when your eyes meet his through the coffee shop window. Yours widen in shock, as you witness the man you love, standing there. You tried to date, a little over a year after he left you. It never worked out.
He was it for you and now he’s outside. Staring at you, like you’re going to slip away. He is soaked, head to toe and it doesn’t even seem to register in him.
You wave him inside, a bit worried he’s going to get sick. He comes in and makes his way toward your table.
He sits down across from you and is at a loss for words.
“Hi, Tim”
He breathes out a sigh of relief.
“Hi….wow, look at you!”
You chuckle awkwardly, heat rising to your cheeks.
“I didn’t realize I had that effect.”
You tease lightly.
“On me? Yeah, that never went away”
He spoke earnestly. You raise an eyebrow, a bit shocked at the honesty coming out of him.
He smiles as he combs through the hair on his forehead. Still as handsome as ever.
He stares, like he’s memorizing every bit of your face.
He did that before he dumped you. He catalogued every line, every freckle, every small scar, the specks in your eyes. He hasn’t forgotten you. To see you in person again, god his heart is beating out of his chest.
“You okay Tim?”
He clears his throat and looks down at his hands on the table.
“Yeah I uh— I just want to be honest about everything….Can I?”
You smile softly and reach for his hand.
“Took you six years”
batfam x batsib!reader
You walked into Wayne Manor with a smoothie in one hand and a grin on your face that immediately made everyone suspicious. Dick looked up from the couch and frowned. “Okay, what did you do?” You rolled your eyes. “Nothing.” Jason snorted. “That’s exactly what someone who did something would say.” Tim glanced over and noticed an aftercare spray sticking out of your bag. “Why do you have that?” You froze. “Uh…” Dick immediately sat up. “OH MY GOD, YOU GOT A TATTOO!” “No!” you shouted. Jason pointed dramatically. “A piercing.” The room went silent. Everyone stared at you. You groaned. “Fine. I got a belly piercing.” “YOU GOT A WHAT?!” Dick yelled. Jason fell back laughing. “No way. That’s hilarious.” Tim blinked. “When?” “Today.” “Without telling anyone?” “It’s my stomach, not a family group project!” Just then Bruce walked into the room. “What’s all the yelling?” Everyone pointed at you. Bruce frowned. “What happened?” You sighed dramatically. “I got a belly piercing.” Bruce looked genuinely offended. “You did what?” “I got a belly piercing.” “Without discussing it with me?” You stared at him. “Bruce, you’re not my manager.” Jason was practically crying from laughter at this point. Damian, who had been reading quietly the entire time, finally looked up. “I fail to see why everyone is reacting as if she joined a circus.” Dick pointed at him. “Because she stabbed a hole through her stomach!” “That is not how piercings work, Grayson,” Damian replied. Before anyone could continue, Alfred walked into the room carrying a tray. “Is there a reason I can hear shouting from the driveway?” Jason immediately pointed at you. “Y/N got a belly piercing.” Alfred looked at you, then nodded. “Very nice.” The entire room froze. Bruce looked betrayed. “That’s it?” Alfred raised an eyebrow. “Master Bruce, Master Jason once attempted to jump a motorcycle over a fountain. Compared to that, this is rather tame.” “I WAS TWELVE!” Jason protested. “And yet my point remains.” You smirked and took a sip of your smoothie while everyone started arguing. Tim narrowed his eyes. “Why are you smiling like that?” You slowly lowered your drink. “No reason.” Dick gasped. “There’s more.” Jason sat upright immediately. “You got another piercing, didn’t you?” You turned and sprinted toward the stairs. “GET BACK HERE!” Dick screamed as the entire family chased after you, while Alfred calmly continued serving tea like this wasn’t the most normal Tuesday at Wayne Manor.
DIVIDERS - @uzmacchiato
well that took a turn, I’m talking about me not the fic btw
Never Meet Your Boyfriend's Family!
Mark Grayson X Gn! Reader (Ft. Platonic Oliver Grayson & Debbie grayson)
summary : he rather take you anywhere other than his house.
cw : sfw, fluff, gn! they/them reader, literally just a short silly drabble. also oliver being that one roblox kid who has no filters but they're funny instead of being insufferable just sits right with me.
an : nolan is out of the picture, i don't rlly care abt him (sorry nolan lovers but debbie deserves better). also this was mainly inspired by my own little brother who always begs me to play roblox or minecraft with him everyday, even though he has his own friends (i'm literally a grown ass adult).
masterlist.
mark hated it whenever you visited his house.
not because he was embarrassed of you—god, far from it. if anything, mark would scream from the rooftops about how much he loved you if debbie didn't threaten to ground him for 'disturbing the entire neighborhood.'
no, the real problem was his family. because the moment you stepped into the grayson household, it was a battleground on who gets to hog you for the day.
and mark was getting very tired of competing for your attention in his own home.
the second your knuckles tapped against the front door, you heard a loud thud from the inside, you raised an eyebrow as you heard another louder thud.
"I GOT HERE FIRST!"
"MOM! HE KNEED ME IN THE STOMACH!"
"OLIVER, GET OFF HIM—"
debbie’s exhausted yelling echoed through the house, followed by hurried footsteps and something crashing into the wall hard enough to shake the picture frames.
"mark- I can't. So good. I swear I can't live without you. Please."
Mohawk Mark's hands gripped your waist, bouncing you faster on his dick. Sweat covered your bodies, clothes long discarded. His eyes were piercing into you, never letting you break eye contact. Everything you tried he gripped your face making your turn back to him. All these years, after losing you on his planet he couldn't believe he finally had you. It took almost nothing to convince you to get into bed with him.
Mark pushed you to lay down on your back. His thrust never stopped, thrust deepening with each stroke. His tongue slid up your body until he got to your nipple. Tugging harshly with his teeth made you arch yourself into him. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, mixing with your moans of "not so rough". Your nails dug into his shoulder causing blood to catch under them.
"He doesn't even know what he's missing. Think he's the original, lame ass. Keep going baby, gonna make you cum all fucking night.
mark ... w a physically affectionate reader ... they love holding him , blowing him kisses from afar in the most dramatic way possible, holding his waist when walking or standing behind him , sitting on his lap etc .. theyre GLUED to mark i fear 🙂↕️
stuck like glue
“Don’t pull out yet…” You sniffle softly, turning your head to try and peak at him. “Hm?” Mark hums, blinking stupidly. You wriggle a bit on his lap, he hisses quietly, “I said don’t pull out yet, wanna be close still.” Mark sighs, but holds your hips to keep you still, his dick can’t handle you wriggling around.
He slumps forward, his cheek against your clothed back, the two of you had been impatient. Life can get in the way of sex, you thought with Mark in a dorm you’d be able to fuck 24/7 but alas… between his superhero shenanigans, classes, william being around… it was pretty difficult to get his cute girlfriend bent over and fully naked.
So in the midst of attempting to study it went from your sweet mewls for a hug… then a kiss… reassurance that he still sees you as the apple of his eye… his dick just sort of ended up in you… Mark can’t help but find your need to stick to him kind of hot. So hot that your shirt never even came off, and he just kind of grabbed his dick through the fly of his boxers… sue him. It’s not like your pussy minded, still slick and leaking against his balls.
“You okay? Too much?” Mark contemplates pulling out hearing you sniffle. He stops when you shake your head, “I’m okay, just wanna be close to you.”
“Baby… my dick is still inside, how much closer could we be?” Mark doesn’t mean to be crude, but he’s realized it’s best to be honest with you. “Sorry…” you mutter leaning forward on his desk, the surface is cool against your clammy skin. “No sorries, you just missed me didn’t you.” He teases only a little, his hands going from your hips to rub your stomach, it’s almost uncomfortably hot, he shudders when you tighten around him, the attention is welcomed. “I did… you’ve been really busy… thought you forgot about me..”
Mark doesn’t think he could forget about you even if he got thrown to a different planet, pussy this good gets a guy whipped fast, he’s at your beck and call. “How could I forget about someone as perfect as you?” Mark twitches inside you, fuck he’s so easy, brushing your hair over your shoulder to mouth at your nape. “Was in a fucking coma and I couldn’t forget about you.” He sighs, eyes almost rolling back as he gently adjusts you forward, taking a little peak to see your labia spread around him, the creamy mess making every slick noise audible.
“Mark— don’t joke about that.” You sigh, lulling forwards, his strong arms wrap around you. Maybe you did it on purpose, just to feel his strong biceps tense around you.
“‘s true though, shit—” Mark shudders, his hand snakes down past your navel, slowing his thrusts to gather slick and drag it up, parting your folds to rub your clit. There is no way he’s gonna come before you…again. You hiccup, between the first orgasm and the duel sensation you arent far off. “Still sensitive?”
“Mmph yeah.”
“Me too.” Mark gasps, his mouth kissing whatever is in reach, your nape, behind your ears, your shoulders. “I can’t be apart from you for so long again.” He groans, maybe he’s just as needy as you are, or maybe you’ve just rubbed off on him, in a metaphorical way of course… “Me neither, I can’t stand it.” You hiccup, reaching behind and squeezing his tense thigh, the wet little noise you make makes Mark shiver, you pussy spasms around him as it clenches with second long intervals, the jerky little shake of your hips has him practically hearing colors, “Fuck— inside?” He hiccups like an idiot, like he hadn’t already come in you earlier, you whine at his stupidity, he’s spilling inside you before you can confirm, he’s too fucking sensitive, going tense, biting into your shoulder so he shuts the fuck up and doesn’t moan like a amateur porn star as any brains he has left explodes in favor of overstimulating himself with your pussy.
You shiver as he catches his breath, “I think I need a minute… your pussy fried my brain.”
“Huh?”
“Just… Just shut up and I’ll shower with you and give you a massage.”
“You weren’t gonna shower with me originally?”
“I was baby, the massage was the bonus.”
“Oh.”
The two of you are idiots, idiots in love.
dividers by @diviniyae

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poolside protocol!
pairing: batfam x batsis!reader, justice league
summary: the justice league thinks bruce has lowkey lost his mind when he hosts a pool party at the manor, but hey, who are they to turn one down?
cw: swearing, silly siblings
a/n: shoutout to @/ragingbookdragon, i read their pool party fic in the first few months of getting tumblr and it was so fire. idek why im writing this tbh it's winter in australia rn.
You told your dad a pool party would be fun, and after a significant amount of convincing him, he relented.
The first time Bruce announced the idea at dinner, the entire table went silent.
“So kids, me and your sister were talking, and I’m planning on hosting a pool party.” Jason blinked. “You mean like… socially?” “Yes.” Damian slowly lowered his fork. “Why?” Bruce sighed deeply. “It’s for the start of summer.” Tim looked up from his coffee. “You’re willingly inviting the justice league into the manor.” “Correct.” “Voluntarily.” Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m beginning to regret sharing ideas with you people.”
The League thought Bruce had finally snapped too.
Hal laughed for like five straight minutes when Clark told him.
Damn! Your tim drake x reader HOT TO GO fanfic look interesting. I'll wait 1000 years for that. (Or should I just cut the stem of my hope early on?)
dw!!! it's about 22 pages long now, i'm just looking for the last bit of inspiration i need to finish it... in the meantime, have an unedited snippet :)
Fatson with a pearl earring
Was asked in comments to draw fatson like this painting so here we are🌸
I saw this over on that evil site with some people saying this is the size accurate JayTim and I just…
My hand slipped-
THEIR EYES
PAIRING : tim drake x fem!reader
ONESHOT, REQUEST: through others eyes, people realize how much tim needs you in his life
a/n: can be read as a standalone, also sorry this is so long i got carried away :] part one
“Alfred made dinner,” Dick said carefully, his voice carrying through the cavernous space of the Batcave as he leaned against the metal railing above the workbench.
Tim, however, didn’t look up. His staff lay dismantled across the table in precise pieces, scattered like an anatomy lesson of something once whole. Tiny screws and half-finished circuitry glittered under the cold light, and Tim’s hands moved through it all with automatic precision. Tighten, adjust, repeat, as though the motion itself had become the only thing anchoring him to the present.
“Not hungry.” The answer came too quickly. It was too clean. Too practiced.

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WALK EM LIKE A DOG
You grab Tim by his tie, dragging him behind you as your high heels click against the floor and god help him he’s into it.
“Wait-“
“I said follow me. You didn’t listen.”
And you’re still dragging him. Don’t help that man he’s exactly where he wants you to be. You shove him in an empty meeting room.
“You. You lied.” You back him to the wall.
“You let me handle them alone, you said you’d show up to the meeting, you did not.” You continue, a finger poking his chest accusingly. The tips of his ears go bright red.
“I wanted you to have your moment- it’s your project.” And he also wanted you at his throat but he won’t really say that.
“So you play me?”
“That’s not-“
You shush him with your index on his lips.
“Don’t cut me off, Drake.” He flushes further, letting out a little ‘mm’.
“I’m sorry.” He murmurs, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. You try not to smile.
“What was that? Didn’t hear you.”
He drops to his knees, arms wrapped around your body, his chin on your stomach.
“I’m sorry. Won’t do it again. I love you, baby..” He murmurs, half lidded blue eyes staring up at you, so freaking desperate it has you biting your lip.
You grab his face, squishing his cheeks in the process, staring down at him before laughing, leaning down and kissing him despite the awkward angle.
He’s on cloud nine.
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inspired by a clip i saw of a kdrama where the fmc drags a guy by his tie,, i thought it was so tim heh..
Oh yeah here have this