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Tim Drake Head-Canons because I haven't thought about this man in a while.
Tim Drake being teased at the start by the Bat-Family that he's turned into a stalker. Which turns into worried interventions after they find out Tim was using any and all resources Batman has to keep an eye on you.
Tim Drake who doesn't explain that you actually don't mind his overprotective nature. Because... well, you live in GOTHAM for crying out loud. Having a vigilante boyfriend who can pick up your location in a second because you didn't answer right away is the best damn thing to happen to you.
Tim Drake who sends photos of you from high vantage points. And smirks, chuckling, as he watches you try to pin-point where the fuck he is by the photo. He finds you adorably amusing when you spin in circles until you spot his silhouette on the rooftops. You blow him a kiss and he pretends to catch it. Everytime.
Tim Drake who replies with "I know" whenever you inform him you get home safely.
Tim Drake who sends you your location and a "?". Especially if it's apart of the city you don't frequent. He'll sometimes turn up announced to join you for any errands you run. If you stop by a food place, expect an order and a little location pin to drop his order off to him while he's put on patrol.
Tim Drake who tries not to patrol your area more often - since anyone paying attention could easily assume something important to him is in the area. But he can never stay away. Especially when he can slip in and out of your window like a shadow. Unhindered by locks because your apartment is rigged with the best Wayne-Tech security. And he has the passcode for every entryway.
Tim Drake is, by all definition, a stalker. But you don't mind because if you asked, and if Batman wasn't such a security fiend, you'd have a tracker on Tim too.
Bruce Wayne, his adoptive son Dick Grayson, and Dick's weird Uncles, Harvey Dent and Oswald Cobblepot.
Bruce was already friends with Harvy, longterm friendship so unbreakable even Two Face struggles to get in the way of nostalgic coffee hangouts. They catch up on weekends and Harvey utterly adores Dick as a nephew, happily indulging him.
Harvey: Is that true, Dickie? Bruce snores in his sleep? Thats juicy gossip, kiddo.
Dick: Heheh yeah! He snores super loud!
Meanwhile, Bruce's 'partnership' with Oswald is rockier than a rock hopper penguin. Tense dinner meetings, smoke filled lounges that obscure their scowls, and teeny tiny Dickie asking about a million questions while Oswald begrudgingly watches the boys gymnastics routines during meetings.
Oswald: You already did the trick 6 times, kid...
Dick, out of breath: I gotta do it perfectly! Watch, watch! Again!
Synopsis: Reader and Jason have been friends for a long time. Both of you are vigilantes. Tonight, after escaping from a few cops on your tail and coming down from your adrenaline high, a heated moment turns into your first fuck and some feelings are confessed.
Details: jason todd x fem!reader, smut, piv, fingering, praise, confessed feelings
w.c. 4k+
"You're an idiot, you know that?" Jason huffed as he dropped down beside you on the roof of your apartment building, groaning and rolling back his sore shoulders. "You do know look both ways before you cross the street, right?"
You rolled your eyes at him, still panting lightly from your quick escape from the cops who pulled up as you finished tying the group of idiots you were kicking the asses of up to some broken light poles. While running, a car almost turned you into roadkill, but Jason yanked you back by your pants so hard you got a wedgie.
You rubbed your sore bottom as he leaned against the nearest vent, pulling off his hood and the mask covering the lower half of his face, chuckling softly as he shook his head. "You know, im getting tired of saving your ass all the time."
"You're one to talk, Todd. That cut on your outer thigh would have been a stab to your dick if i hadn't thrown the trash can lid at him." You pull off your own mask, the breeze carding though your hair and cooling your flushed cheeks, sweat drying on the back of your neck.
It's Jason's turn to roll his eyes, tsking as he looks down at his left thigh, muttering about how he liked these pants as he ripped the tear in the open a bit more to get a better look at the cut. You noticed it looked deep, but before you could say anything, he waved a gloved hand.
"Its fine. Just a scratch."
"Its not a scratch, and you're not nonchalant enough to pretend it doesn't hurt, even just a bit."
Blood was oozing from the wound and doen his leg. It wasn't fatal, it didn't hit an artery and it wasn't large enough to be at risk of him bleeding out, but you were still worried. You stayed silent though, not pushing right now.
"C'mon, lets get cleaned up." You turned and hopped down onto your fire escape just below, knowing that if you pushed to help him, it'd just make him shut you out. You didn't want to push any boundaries by asking to patch him up yourself, so you asked to make sure he was okay in this subtle way. Come down and you can both clean yourselves up together in a way that would let the other know they're okay without getting too intimate. The last thing you wanted to do was pressure him or make him uncomfortable.
You didn't look back to see if he was following you, knowing he would eventually, and there was a heavy thud of his boots on the metal of the fire escape behind you. You slipped in to the window of your living room, turning on the lamp next to your couch as you sighed and started to strip your suit off, glad to be rid of the tight fabric.
Jason moved behind you, quiet as he slowly stripped of his gear first, then he took off his shirt aswell. His muscles were broad and tight, his skin littered with bruises and puckered with thick, pale scars. There was a bit of blood on him, much less than the last tine you'd seen him topless. Last time, you didn't have the time to admire the sight in front of you and were focused on stitching a gash on his side that he wasn't able to reach it properly to stitch himself.
You took your time watching him now, the way his muscles bunched and stretched beneath the tanned skin, the olive tone mixing with the purples and greens of abused flesh quite nicely. His autopsy scars were clearly visible, deep and darker than the rest of the raised and healed flesh from blades and other things. Below that, the muscles in his abdomen flexed nicely as he moved, tapering off into the nice V of his hips and down lower, where a dark trail of hair snuck into his pants, down to what you could only imagine as a beautifully big-
"My eyes are up here, babe."
Your gaze snapped up to his, the green of his iris piercing into you as you met eye to eye. Your neck felt hot as you scoffed, looking away and putting your an old shirt on before dropping the bottoms of your suit, standing in your panties. You ignored the way he called you babe and the way heat pooled low in your belly. "Yeah, and your shirt is over there so put it on."
Jason was quiet then and when you looked to see what he was doing, you caught him staring at your ass and thighs before looking away, clearing his throat and putting a shirt on.
"Neon green lace?" He shook his head, amused, eyes half-lidded as he looked at you again. "Well that's a first."
"They're comfortable, Jay. Maybe you should get a pair in your size and see how you like 'em." The words left your mouth in a rush, a hot flush filling your face before you could think, and Jason started laughing again.
"Oh, I wont deny it. They match my eyes a bit, so im flattered." His cheeks also flushed slightly, and he stepped closer, looming near your shoulder as you reached for the first aid kit you had. You felt his heat radiating off his chest and seeping into you through your back, felt his soft breath against your neck, felt the warmth pooling low in your belly.
"You look tired," he murmured, and you almost wanted to groan at the low rasp of his voice in your ear, wanted to lean back into his chest as he subtly pressed you against the back of your couch.
"Adrenaline is just wearing off," you replied, grabbing some alcohol and a bandaid for a cut on your cheek, when you saw his hand twitch, jerking upwards toward your own as you moved. It hovered in the air for a moment, and he let it drop when you turned to face him fully.
His eyes raked dragged over you slowly, and you felt bare beneath his gaze, bare in a way that made you press your legs together, feeling a bit slicker between your thighs. Your face felt hot now, embarrassment and want turning in your stomach as he looked at you like that.
He stepped foward, close enough that your faces were only a few inches from each other, and murmured, "you have a cut." Before you knew it, he was pressing a cotton pad soaked in alcohol against the cut, the sting making you hiss, and when you parted your lips to protest, he stuck the bandaid over it, smoothing it over your skin for a second too long before pulling away.
Your breath was shallow now, a slow and faint throbbing pulsing between your legs that intensified with his eyes drifting across your form. Mentally you berated yourself. You needed to calm down. You're both exhausted, now isn't the time to get horny.
You swallowed thickly, throat bobbing as you stepped away, excusing yourself to go shower and disappearing into your bathroom. You stripped quickly, eagerly stepping into the cool shower to relax. It didnt seem to help, your muscles were still tight, shoulders bunched up to your ears, and you were still slick between your thighs. You sighed wearily, gathering soap on a washcloth and starting to scrub blood and grime off of you.
You were rinsing shampoo out of your hair when you heard the bathroom door creak. At first you passed if off as a breeze just moving the door, then it fully opened. The glass door of the shower was blurred with the running water running across it, but you could still make out a figure slipping into the bathroom.
"Jay?" You called, voice shaking a bit. It was silent before the shower door opened, and all six feet (give or take) of jason and his gloriously toned body stood on front of you. Naked.
"Jason-!" You couldn't help but look down between his legs and-wow, you were right it wss beautifully big-had to force yourself to keep your eyes on his, still shocked and confused at him coming into your damn shower. You crossed your arms and legs to cover your breasts and your cunt.
"Jason, what the fuck-?" He cut you off with a kiss, stepping fully into the shower as you gasped against his lips, his tongue taking the opportunity to slip between your lips. The door closed behind him and he gently pressed you against the shower wall, the cold tile making you shiver against him. "Mmph-!"
He pulled back after a moment, breath heavy as his eyes searched yours, visibly nervous and embarrassed with their intensity. He bit his lip before asking, "Was that okay...? I'm so sorry if it wasn't, i-i just really wanted to kiss you."
You were shocked into silence, mouth gaping like a fish out of water, and his cheeks turned bright red, him mistaking your reaction for rejection. "Christ-im so sorry. I just-"
Your lips crashed down on his, kissing him to shut up up because you wanted this. You've wanted this for a while, honestly. Jason was so beautiful, not just physically. He was funny in that sarcastic way that scratched your brain just right, he was sweet beneath all that sass and muscle of his, he was scarred but still let you patch him up and see him bare because he trusted you, he was passionate about books and poetry and loved ranting about whatever novel or old play he borrowed from the library near his apartment and wa snow reading.
You liked him. A lot. So you kissed him back, sliding your tongue into his mouth and gripping his hair ro pull him closer. "Yes," you whispered against his lips. "This is more than okay, Jay."
He let go then, groaning as he devoured your lips again, grabbing the backs of your knees and hauling you up, slotting his hips between your thighs in such a delicious way, the friction at this angle feeling heavenly as he held you against the wall.
His kisses got sloppier, pressing his lips against your neck, trailing slow, lingering kisses down to your collarbone. He whispered softly against your skin, confessing how long he's wanted this, how he's felt about you.
"I didn't think you'd feel the same." He nipped at your jaw, making you gasp softly, your hips bucking against him, grinding slowly against his lower stomach as you moaned. "I-god-i havent been able to get you out of my damn head. [name]." He slows then, breathing heavily against your shoulder.
He lifted his head to look at you, eyes soft. "How far do you want this to go?" His hand squeezed your thigh, thumb stroking softly. "We won't go any further than you want. I promise. Just tell me."
Your heart was hammering in your chest, fast and insistent against his as you swallowed, throat bobbing, before responding. "All the way." Your cheeks turned red as you said it, but you continued. "A-all the way, Jay. I'm sure. As long as you're okay with it."
He watched your face for a moment before a small smile touched his lips and he kissed you again. "I'm more than okay with it, baby." He paused then, pressing his forehead against yours. "But we aint doing it in the shower. Not for our first."
He hauled you against him, turning the water off before stepping out of the shower door, grabbing a towel as he walked out of the bathroom and to your bedroom. The warm lighting your lamp gave off washed over you both, accenting the flex of his mucles as he carried you toward your bed.
He placed you down gently, using the towel to dry water off you and then himself, and you noticed the cut on his thigh was till bleeding. "Jay-"
"Not now, baby," he said gruffly, tossing the towel away and slowly pushing you back on the bed, getting on top of you and kissing down your chest. "Not when i have you right here, open and wanting me like this."
Your hand slips down his chest to his stomach and lower, slowly wrapping your hands around his firm cock and making his groan. Your thumb flicks over the tip, smearing precum as he hisses softly, nipping your shoulder. "Fuck-"
He kisses you again, slowly thrusting into your hand and making soft noises of pleasure into your mouth that turn you on even more. "God, you feel so good. Don't stop," he whined softly, biting his lip as his face ducked between your neck and shoulder. Your pussy was throbbing now, slick and warm and waiting. God, you wanted him inside you.
"Jason," you panted against his shoulder, impatient, and he groaned quietly.
"I know, beautiful. But we gotta warm you up first." His hand reached between your legs, slow enough to give you time to pull away if you wanted, before his thumb flicked your clit. You gasped softly, whimpering as he rubbed slow circles on the little bud. "Oh, god-"
"This okay?" He whispered, gently kissing along your jaw before pulling back to see your face, eyes half lidded as he watched all your reactions to his touch. "Just tell me if its too much, baby. Ill stop if it is, i promise."
You moaned again, shaking your head and tangling your fingers in his hair. "No, its okay. Just-more. Please. Please, Jason-"
He kissed you softly, smiling against your lips gently as he murmured, "There's no need to beg. I got you." He plunged a finger inside your pussy, then a second to slowly stretch you, and a third was added not too long after.
You cry out as he finds that spongy spot inside you, his fingers curling as your walls clench around his fingers. "Jason-"
"God, you're so tight." He kisses down your chest gently, sucking marks down between your breasts as he breathes the scent of you in. "You okay, baby? You close?"
You nodded, too blessed out to form a coherent response as you felt yourself orgasm rapidly growing in your belly. "M'gonna-"
"Let go, baby. I got you, I promise." Hos thumb flicked harshly over your clit again and you shattered, crying out as you gushed all over his fingers, drenching them in your slick with his name on your tongue as your orgasm crashed over you.
His fingers keep moving through your climax, slowly easy you back down to earth as you come back down, legs trembling as you whimpered from overstimulation. "Hmph... Jay..."
"You did so good," he whispered, the praise sliding off his tongue as he trailed kissing along your neck and pulled his fingers out of you. "You okay, baby? It wasnt too much, right?"
You shook your head, trying to slow your breathing as you trembled in his arms, tucking yourself against him and his solid warmth.
He rolled you both over, letting you relax against his chest, you both breathing in sync in the warm room.
You spoke after a while, murmuring, "I didn't think you'd be able to do all that."
He scoffed softly, amused, and turned his head to look at you, brow arched. "So you thought about it?"
"Well-no, but..." you trailed off, biting your lip as you pressed your cheek against his chest. "I just... I didn't think it'd feel that good." You cheeks flushed again but before you could hide your face in his neck, he tilted your chin up to look at him.
His eyes were soft, now the shade of evergreen in this light as he looked at you, gentle but intense. "I'm glad i made you feel good. I..." he hesitates, closing his mouth before continuing. "I dont have a lot of experience with this. Im just glad I didn't hurt you or anything."
He was shy all of a sudden, looking at the sheets as his hand trailed down your spine. "I... I'm sorry for barging into your shower like that. It wasnt right. I just... god, it was shitty of me. Cornering you in the shower and just kissing you. Even if you wanted it, I should've asked. I'm so sorry."
You paused, looking at his profile, at the flush in his cheeks, the small guilt in his eyes as he mentally scolded himself, and a soft smile touched your lips. You lifted your hand to cup Jason's cheek, turning his face back to yours.
"Jason," you said his name, making sure his attention was fully on you. "It's fine. Yeah, maybe you should've asked, but I didn't mind what you did. I... I've been wanting this for a while too. I think if you didn't do it, we would still be dancing around each other. Its okay, I promise. If it wasn't, you wouldn't be in my bed right now."
Your smile widened as he chuckled softly, pressing his forehead against yours. "Yeah. You would've beat my ass if you didn't like it."
You stay like that for a moment before you slowly lean in, pressing your lips against his in a gentle kiss. He makes a soft noises lips parting to taste you as he reciprocates.
The kiss deepened quickly, both of you grinding against each other before you turned you onto your back again, his body hovering over you as you continued kissing.
You felt his hips press between your legs hesitantly, and he pulled back to see your face, shy again, and you understood what he wanted.
"We... we don't have to if you dont want to. I just..." he trailed off, his neck turning red as he hesitated, and you kissed him again, tangling your fingers in his hair as you nodded.
"I want it. I want you, Jason."
He was silent for a moment before groaning, pressing his lips hard against yours as he got into position, lining his tip up with your entrance before easing himself inside. You both gasped as the feeling of his tip inside you, moving in unision as he slowly pushed himself in, inch by inch, until he bottomed out.
"God, you're so tight," he practically whimpered, not moving to let you get used to the stretch. "Fuck-"The stretch burned deliciously, the tip of his cock sitting against thats gummy spot deep inside you, making you whimper. "Jason."
You moaning his name seemed to do something to him. "Fuck, baby, please let me move. You feel so good around me." You nodded eagerly and that was all he needed. He pulled back slowly before sliding back in, faster and faster each time, fucking you hard enough that the bed frame hit the wall with each of his thrusts, his soft moans and grunts muffled against your neck.
You moved in unison, your nails digging into his back and hips rising to meet his as he pistoned in and out of you, breaths heavy with the sound of skin meeting skin echoing in the room.
You almost cried out when you felt his thumb on your clit, pinching and flicking in time with his thrusts. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes and you whined his name, your stomach tightening as you felt yourself on the edge.
"Jason, im close-"
"I am too, baby, just hold on, okay?" He wanted heavily, moaning into your neck as he fucked you deeper into the mattress, groaning. He grabbed your hands and intertwined your fingers, pressing them into the sheet on either side of your head.
It wasnt long before you both shattered, moaning into each other's mouths as you came. He pulled out, releasing onto your stomach with a groan against your neck. He collapsed on top of you, almost crushing you, but you were too dazed to protest. He nuzzled into your neck, shy again all of a sudden. "Im sorry," he murmured, trailing soft kisses down your jaw. "I was too rough, im sorry. I didn't mean to be."
Your heart melted at his sweetness and you cupped his face in your hands, pulling him back to see his face."Jason, im okay," you assured him, pressing your head against his. "I liked it. And you didnt hurt me, I promise. I'd hit you if you did." That got a chuckle out of him and he leaned in slowly to kiss you, lips meeting in a tender embrace.
"Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you for this. For... for feeling the same."
You ran your nose along his. "I've felt like this for a long time, Jason. I dont plan on stopping any time soon either."
He kissed you again, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling same and warm in his embrace, as you did for every night after that
A/N: This is probably so ooc, sorry if it is! Also haven't written smut in a while so if its weird, im also sorry! This is also much longer snd more in detail than the male version (mostly with the confession and fluffy parts), for that I apologize. I wrote the male one at like 1 am and was super tired towards the end so I kinda rushed it. I do plan on going back and editing the male version, though, so that should fix things.
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Warning!! This is not proofread so there's probably a few issues man TvT
fanfic under the cut!
Who would have thought that having Selina Kyle, yes, the same woman who dressed in a latex suit with cat features, would actually be a pretty solid mother? Yes, the woman was a thief but that didn't make her parenting skills horrible automatically. Especially in moments like now.
Ever since you had gotten home from school Selina knew something was odd. Her precious bebé would never come straight from home and just collapse into bed with nothing but a muffled "Hi mom".
So what did Selina do? Well for starters she ordered your favorite food, nothing screamed comfort like laying in bed and eating some greasy fast food.
Once the food arrived she was quick to pay and tip the delivery man. Selina made her next move after she fed the cats. She wouldn't want them getting rowdy and all loud while she tried having a moment with her kid.
Selina knocked on your bedroom door twice before following up with a, "Mi gatito precioso, can I come in? I bring food." When she heard your muffled permission she cracked open the door walking in. The room was quiet except for the rustle of the bag as she placed down the food.
Selina sat down at the edge of your bed, the mattress dipping softly under her weight. "Entonces, do you want to talk about what happened at school today? You have been off all day, mi amor."
"It's nothing, mamá." Your voice cleared up as your head lifted from your pillow. The way your voice trembled and your eyes were wet told another story. One that said it wasn't just nothing. When you saw your mother's eyebrow raise you just shook your head. You did not want to have to tell your mother how people in school were torturing you. Did not want to be so... Pathetic in front of your mother.
"That's alright, you don't have to talk about it." Selina sighed as she rubbed the small of your back soothingly. Selina removed her hand once she noticed you sitting up, so she could provide you with no space. "Let's go eat on the couch and we can put on a movie. You can pick the movie." Selina nodded, if you did not want to talk she would not make you. But instead she would just be there for you. So you knew that you were not alone in all of this.
When you finally nodded and grabbed your bag of fast food your mother stood and led the way to the couch. She let you get settled on the couch with your food on the coffee table and sat beside you on the couch. Selina took a sip from her mug which had some tea in it. It was a mug you had made her years ago, something she cherished because it came from you.
Soon enough the movie was on and you had finished eating already. Your head soon resting in your mother's lap as you drifted off to sleep. Forgetting about any worries you might have had.
And Selina? She was just happy her bebé was asleep and safe. She could miss out on a robbery for this. You were her main priority, not some stupid jewelry.
