SFW but with violence for you!

The Trigger

vampire!Tim Drake x gn!reader / injured reader / violence

They thought you were a weakness.

Tim Drake’s pet human.

They sent their familiars to snatch you up in the daylight, too scared to come for you in the dark.

Now you’re stood chained to a wall by your wrists, arms above your head, in a shitty club that looks like something from a late 90’s vampire flick. The only reason you’re fearful is that the vampires keep snacking on you like you’re a juice box and you’re starting to get light headed and floaty. The next idiot might not stop in time, too young to control their thirst .

But you’re not scared for Tim, as much as they thought they could use you against him to tamper down his ruthlessness, oh, no: Because you’re not Tim Drake’s weakness.

You’re his fucking doomsday trigger.

A weak laugh spills past your lips when the lights go out and the screaming starts. It won’t be painful for the human familiars; they go first and fast. The vampires, however… You can hear their human sounding screams warping into demonic screeches as they’re torn apart by hands that you know will be gentle when they touch you.

Tim’s anger is quiet, ruthless, so there are no grunts of angry effort or shouts or gloating. He finishes them off until you can only hear a wet drip somewhere in the dark to your right and your own weak pulse thudding loud and slow in your ears.

There’s an arm around your waist lifting you up from where you’d sagged and your head is resting on his shoulder as he opens the manacles around your wrists. You give a weak sound of discomfort when your arms are lowered, shoulders aching.

“I’ve got you,” he hushes, and you hear the worry in his voice along with the relief as he presses his forehead to yours. "You're safe now," the words spoken to himself just as much to you. You can’t see him in the dark of this underground club but he can see you: You’re bruised and covered in bite marks, a split lip and sprained wrist from when the familiars had ambushed you and you fought back.

Fandom: DC 

Summary: Each year on your birthday a new word is written on your Soulmates arm. The first letter of each word spells out their name. 

Pairing: Tim Drake x OC 

Notes: Thanks to @werewitchling for giving me this idea! Honestly, I wanted to write something cuter but this is what came out. Maybe I’ll more to it later. 

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Faith: 

F. Faithful A. Active  I. Imp   T. Tenacious H. Headstrong  

Timothy

T Trustworthy I. Intelligent   M. Motivate O Observant T. Talented H. Hard Working Y... 

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Words written like ink, tattooed on you forever. Words that spelled names that meant you were the one.

“I still have one letter,” Faith said looking at her wrist, “It may not be you”

Tim laughed playing with her arm, “Yeah it could be some guy named Timoth-b”

“Exactly, Faith said as the clock struck midnight. “Although, I’m really hoping it’s Youthful or Yeasty.”

“Yeasty?”

“Yep, oh look that’s another Y word.”

Tim laughed playing with a strand of her brown hair shaking his head. “You’re so weird you know that right?”

“I feel like you were warned,” Faith said her fingers gently bushing under the word Imp. scrolled across her boyfriend’s arm. Written in her sloppy handwriting as if carved by her instead of fate.

“You only got Imp because there was no R for ridiculous.”

“Oh, didn’t I tell you, my real name is R-aith, I’ve been lying this whole time. Guess we're not really soulmates.”

Grabbing her Tim pulled her around so he was on top. Faith let out a squealed. He looked down at her, bright hazel eyes shining up at him. So filled with joy and happiness. She was like sunshine in a human. Ever constant, ever bright, ever there. Sometimes you would get burned but you were always warm. Bringing light to a dark world.

“Hey Tim”

“Yeah?”

“Happy Birthday.” she pushed herself up wrapping her arms around his neck so she could kiss him. He smiled slowly lowering himself down his right hand gently getting tangled in her hair.

He pulled away for a moment and she gently kissed his cheek, jaw bone, that was when his eyes caught the new word

Yellow.

He couldn’t help but smile, because that was Faith’s favorite color.

The two of them forever tangled together. One could not be without the other. Soulmates, yes, but so much more. Forever in who they were, they were the other.

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Thank you for the ask, here is some Vampire!Tim with fem reader with vagina.

Flash

vampire!TimDrake / fem!reader / sexual photography / nsfw 18+

You hear the click, as though it’s distant and far off but you know the source of it is right next to your head as Tim bows over you, fangs caressing your throat as you bare yourself to him.

The flash sends white across your closed eyelids and you whine as Tim pulls back from your neck, “Open your eyes darling, let me see those beautiful eyes… That’s it.” You open your eyes and he’s above you, red eyes darkly intent on your face, as his thumb rubs across your bottom lip. “Look at the camera,” he turns your head with the press of his hand and you look to the tripod set up at the end of the bed. He times you perfectly, thrusting deeply at the same time as he sinks his fangs into your neck, and the click and flash of the camera and light punctuate your gasp. He knows when he pulls up the pictures on his computer later you will look perfect, mouth open and eyes glazed, looking beyond the lens.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs against your throat after drinking deep enough that you feel a little light headed, vaguely aware of the wet sounds your cunt is making as he pushes deeper with each thrust; the angle of your raised knee opening you deeper now as he pushes at your thigh.

“Tim,” you breathe, and he hushes you with a kiss, bloody lips smearing across yours. His hand slips between you both to rub across your clit and you buck, eyes rolling at the sensitive press of it. You can’t come again, it’s not possible, but Tim wants it and he’ll take it, just as he pulled the others from you. He does it so easily, so familiar with your body, each orgasm punctuated by the sound of a camera and the flash of a bulb.

He can’t wait to see the pictures he’s taken, your body in extasy, as though held and fucked by an invisible lover.

Like everything else in his un-life, Tim is thorough.

@werewitchling Can maybe I get 132 for Tim??? I think he would be funny to write this prompt for. “We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk.”

Fandom: DC / Batman 

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader 

Notes: Still ticking them off my list! But I may take a break tomorrow :P 

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“Game night!” you sang pulling him into the living room. Tim couldn’t help but smile as you danced around him. He knew just by the look in your eye that something was up.

You were scheming something. And he was about to find out what.

Tim’s suspicions were confirmed as you pulled him into the living room of your apartment where there was a blanket replacing the coffee table. The only thing on the blanket was a deck of cards and some poker chips.

“What are we…”

“Strip poker.”

“Wait, what?”

“You told me how much you wanted to play because you didn’t understand the appeal.”

A hazy memory of him mumbling about different “sexy” games floating into his memory. Part of him had thought that was a dream… guess not.

“We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk.”

“A verbal contract was made. Are you really going to break that contract?”

“No” Tim sighed taking a seat on the blanket. “I’ll deal” part of you wondered if he meant just cards or maybe something else as he shuffled the deck.

“YAY” you squealed sitting down cross-legged dancing back and forth in your seat with excitement.

The excitement that slowly faded as you sat next to both your shoes, left sock, and hoodie. Tim was creepily good at this. While you still had one sock and your bright yellow beanie with the large smiley face on it, it was time to take action.

You had one sock left but you also had an ace up your sleeve as the term goes.

“Full House”

“Shoot” you mumbled grabbing the hem of your t-shirt.

“Wait, you have other…”

Tim’s voice was cut off as you placed your shirt next to the pile of clothes you had next to you. “What?” you asked giving him a coy smile as his eyes fell down to that lacy bra you had just gotten.

It was all over from there.

He couldn’t focus, face slightly flushed as he squirmed in his seat. He coughed trying to act all cool like it didn’t bother him.

But oh did it bother him.

You guys had been friends for so long but Tim had always liked you as more than a friend. At first, it had been because he had a girlfriend then you had a boyfriend. Then you were both so deep in your friendship it was like you both couldn’t make it out.

That was beside the fact that Tim knew it wouldn’t work. You were so out of his league. He was this nerdy kid who spent more time with his face glued to a computer screen than breathing while you…

You were the most amazing girl he had ever met.

He pulled his legs closer to himself praying you wouldn’t notice. Prayed he could make it out of this game alive.

You won three rounds.

Tim was barefoot and hadn’t looked you in the face since you had taken your shirt off.

Doubt was slowly filling your mind. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Maybe he didn’t like you the way you liked him. It was possible after all he was so cool. The self-made robin not to mention probably the best detective that was never born.

And you were just you.

You had this grand plan in your mind where you would both play this game and he would see how hot you were and confess how he loved you. But now you were just sitting there in your bra feeling like an idiot.

“I… we can stop” you mumbled looking away.

“Wait… what?” Tim mumbled breaking out of his own thoughts.

“This was a dumb idea, plus I’m cold.”

Tim stood up grabbing you a blanket from the couch handing it to you. That was when you noticed how tight his pants were.

Oh, fuck it.

Getting up as well you reached for the blanket then decided it was now or never. All in. show your hand.

Leaning forward you kissed him.

And to your delight, he kissed you back as he wrapped you in the blanket pulling you closer to him.

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Fandom: DC / Batfam

Summary: Song Fic based on Graffiti by Chvrches

Pairing: Tim Drake X OC

Notes: Yes I have requested but I needed something to break the writer’s block I was having. This song came on the radio at work and I was like “I want to write a fic based on that song” then I asked @royslittleharper  @the-shadow-of-atlantis @coffee-randomness and we were all like Jason!

Then I changed my mind on the ride home.

So sorry no Jason tonight. He should be back very soon seeing as I have three requests for him.

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I'm writing to ask you; did you achieve all you wanted to do? Before we were dragged up, something was different and nothing was new How did you see me?

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Faith paused on the rooftop, the darkness of the city enveloping her as she looked down at the street below. One lonely flickering streetlight cast it’s weak light across the wall behind it. It’s golden light dancing across the faded words etched across brick.

Our Guardian Angel.

She landed gracefully onto the street right below her. Two steps and she was in front of the large Graffiti painting. Fingers danced over the bright yellow lettering caught up in her own thoughts.

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We didn't know what we wanted to be When did we move on? I didn't feel it, nobody told me

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“What are you doing here?”

Tim smiled turning to see Faith behind him, adorned in her ripped jeans and bright yellow beanie. Arms folded over her chest eyes narrow, studying him. She was so different out here in the heart of Gotham than when she was dancing in Bruce’s mansion.

There she was so graceful, so lost in her own world, so focused on something beyond those mirrored walls.

Here she was so relaxed, so alert to the world around her, so present.

This was her home.

In the slums of Gotham, a place no one wanted to call home.

This place had reached out and called to her. Embracing her with its broken arms.

“Just enjoying the view,” he said taking a step back motioning to the wall below. She joined him standing next to him looking down. In the dim alleyway, a few city street lights illuminated “Our Guardian Angel”. Scrolled in bright yellow paint the words were outlined in blue. Large wings were painted around the words feathers floating around as if swept up by a gentle breeze. A small girl sat in on a plush cloud looking down at a city below, a large smile on her face that matched the one on her yellow beanie.

“I think they like you… Guardian Angel”

“Guardian Angel, I like it.” she let out a loud laugh her whole face breaking out into a smile. Tim couldn’t help but smile along with her, realizing with a small pang in the few months he had known this newly orphaned girl she had never laughed like that before. It was loud and deep. Seeming to envelop her lighting her up so it seemed like she was glowing. It was a very nice sound.

“So…” she said turning to him, “Where is your Robin wall? Since this is how every masked vigilante gets their name.”

“Masked? Hey you only have that mask because of me”

She paused studying him for a moment, lost in her own thoughts. As if for the first time really taking him in. “Very True” she whispered, more to herself than him.

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Standing in street lights, we didn't know wrong, didn't know right Making a mess and running in circles, getting in fights

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“Heads or Tails?”

Tim looked up, pure fear in his eyes as he tried to fight the pain through his broken leg. Tried to move before Two-Face flipped his coin.

“Ohhh bad luck”

“AHH!!”

Two-Face gasped as a brick flew into his face. Stumbling back he turned a moment too late as Faith’s small frame tackled him causing the already unbalanced man to fall. Two punches to the face the second rending a sicking crack before she was flung off him.

Both sat up for a moment size each other up. Faith’s beanie laying a few feet away hair falling in tangled layers around her shoulders.

Two-Face quickly stood looking for his gun while Faith lunged at him again. This time for his knee punching forward, the bone bending unnaturally backward. He fell again with a cry getting another blow to the head.

“Stop stop!” he begged as he covered his head.

Faith stood over him body tense fist high ready to strike again. She almost did too but was stopped by Tim.

“It’s done”

“Are you ok?” Faith asked concern suddenly washing over her face as she looked over his broken own. She had almost been too late

 Tim nodded toward the door as he saw Batman coming into view. Taking Faith’s still clenched fist Tim pulled her away from the scene. He could never quite used to her street style of fighting. His eyes 

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We were just kids then, we didn't know how and didn't know when Taking our chances, calling it off and starting again

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“Are you ok?” Tim asked gasping for breath from running the length of the Young Justice Base. Faith looked up at him flashing him a wide toothy grin. Or it would have been a toothy grin if she wasn’t missing her two front teeth.

“Super good, and look now I can whistle” Faith let out a few wobbly notes causing Tim to shake his head suddenly feeling all the fears he had when she ran off dissipating. Those fears being replaced by pure exsaustion. 

“You can’t just jump into danger like that, something really bad could have happened” he mumbled taking a seat next to her hospital bed. The smile slowly faded from Faith’s face as he spoke.

“But Plastic-girl was in trouble, she’s my best friend I couldn’t just leave her.” she kicked her feet back and forth as she spoke, “I don’t leave you guys behind.”

Tim blinked realizing what she meant. All those times she had jumped head first into a fight. It wasn’t because that's how she fought all her battles. It was just how she fought the ones he was in.

“Hey, Faith…”

“OH M GEEEE” The recently saved red-haired girl came running into the hospital room cutting Tim off.  Almost tackling Faith, Plastic-girl was stopped by her blonde friend who had been kiddnapped with her.

“Careful Plastic-girl, your friend is hurt.”   

“No way, I’m so good!” Faith sang, her feet swinging just a little harder as if to prove this point.

“Oh, well” the boy, Plastic-girl had called Sparks, said leaning against the table wincing slightly. Tim assumed probably a bruised rib from the escape. “When they let you out of here want to get coffee or something?”

“She doesn’t like coffee.” Tim’s voice spoke on its own, Faith and Sparks turning to him for a moment.

“Hot Chocolate?” Faith said flashing the blonde boy a smile, “Coffee makes me hyper… or more hyper.”

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We wrote our names along the bathroom walls Graffitiing our hearts across the stalls I've been waiting for my whole life to grow old

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“I love you Steph… ok”

Faith’s fingers balled up into a fist. A fist that landed on the large graffiti in front of her. His last words. Ecoing in her brain as she ran, ran as far away as she could. Maybe if she ran fast enough he would come back. Maybe she would wake up.

It was too soon.

They had so much time. So much of their lives to live.

She was supposed to have so much more time with him.

Looking up at the large painting of her name, her acceptance. Her wall.

She had always liked to pretend he had done it for her. She knew he hadn't, but sometimes when she was alone she liked to sit on the rooftop above it and remember that day,

The day she fell in love with the boy who had shown her who she could be one day.

A day she knew she had time for.

A day she thought she had time for.

A day she had just lost.

She couldn’t help but let out a choked laugh as the tears fell down her face. She had been killing time, this whole time she had just always assumed he would be there. Pointing out the wonders of the world. That he would be by her side. Taking all the time they needed.

And now he never would be again.

Shaking the spray can she raised it working quickly. Moving fast.

Because now she knew, there was no more time. No more waiting for him and her to go on one more adventure. No more waiting until the right moment to admit that maybe there was something more. No more waiting to grow into who they were suposed to be. 

No more anything.

Taking a step back she looked at her work wiping tears from her eyes with the back of her hand.

ROBIN in brilliant red stood in front of her. His name in flickering street lights honoring him forever. Next to her name like it should be. Together forever etched in stone.

Because they never would be in the flesh

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Time to kill Was always an illusion Time stood still And now we never will, never will

We Never Will

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Klarion puts a curse on the team, causing your oc to sing Disney songs to reveal their feelings to their crush (or their crush sings to them) 

May have gone a little off script for this one. 

(What day am I on? this week has been a strange one...) 

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Tim can’t stop singing Disney songs. And it’s stressing him out.

It had started during a battle with Klarion where that crazy little kid was shooting hexes left and right. One had hit Tim in the back and ever since then, he couldn’t stop singing.

For some reason, it seemed to be worse when Faith was around.

Which was unfortunate because she seemed to be the only one who was trying to help him rid them.

“What about standing upside down and drinking water?” Gigi asked casually while taking another bite of her ice cream. Ok, so Faith’s best friend was helping too. Or trying to help.

Faith gave Tim a blank stare as if the idea wasn’t as outlandish as it sounded, “I mean… maybe it’s like the hiccups?” she said. Tim just stared at her for a moment as he belted out the lyrics to the Lion King. While the short freckle-faced girl had a very dry sense of humor he was pretty sure she was being serious.

“I mean, if you don’t get rid of these you could always join Broadway.”

Ahhh there it was. That earned the brunette a glare as the song changed to A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes.

“Dude you need to just kiss the girl” Wally laughed from his seat on the couch as he watched Tim struggle to keep from singing the Little Mermaid song just quoted.

“I mean a kiss does break most spells” Maia added.

Faith nodded, “I mean the little mermaid couldn’t talk after he kissed her maybe you will shut up.”

It was stupid but at this point Tim was desperate. Grabbing Faith he kissed her.

Ok so Tim wasn’t going to lie, he liked Faith, had since the day he first met her. She always seemed to go with the flow around her which meant this move, even if he maybe wanted more, meant she wasn’t going to make it more than what it was. No Drama.

Not to mention she a pretty good kisser. Which he was now learning.

As he broke away he could feel his heart racing in his chest as she looked into his blue eyes. Those beautiful hazel eyes that always seemed to hold a sparkle of mischief in them.

“Well?”

“It stopped” he mumbled feeling his cheeks heat up.

“Kiss again!” Maia laughed clicking her glass.

Summary: Every Hero has a beginning, some are grand and some have masks throw at them. 

Pairing: Tim Drake x OC

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Tim found Faith the next day in the TV room.

Or he found her feet. Bearfoot hanging over the top of the couch, her yellow beanie hanging off one her right foot. As he came closer found her laying upside down in her dance shorts and an oversized hoodie.

“Hey. Chip?” she asked holding out a half eaten bag of chips.  

“What happened to your face?” Tim said, his eyes growing wide as he saw the huge black and blue bruise on her cheek as she turned to smile at him.

“Well, it’s not from my parents.” She snickered sitting up right side up, then as if realizing what she had just said she winced, “Sorry that was kinda morbid.”

Shaking his head Tim sat down next to her rubbing his temple. The ever growing headache that was growing was getting worse. It probably had something to do with having 5+ cups of coffee in the past few hours and the fact he was running on little no sleep in the past few days.

Sometimes he would get so caught up in a case he just couldn't seem to focus on anything else until his body (quite literally) rebelled.

“I can change it.” Faith said nodding toward the TV that was playing some MMA fight.

“No, I just have a small headache,” he mumbled. Faith held out her hand and Tim just glanced at it unsure what she wanted.

“Give me your hand,” she said wiggling her fingers. She smiled. Gingerly Tim placed his hand on hers. “My sister is like you, a total smarty and she gets headaches a lot too.” she informed him as she slowly started to rub his palm. “This would sometimes help.”

Nodding Tim could feel himself relaxing as he leaned back.

A few moments he was asleep.

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Faith had never really realized how much petty crime happened in Gotham. I mean you would think with 4+ heroes running around the streets the smaller guys would be scared but maybe that was the point. With all the big villains and heroes out there the small guys just kind of slipped through the cracks.

It wasn’t really like she was out looking for trouble… she just was out looking to help all those small people who just wanted to live in Gotham. All those people who just wanted to be left in peace.  

This was how she met officer Preston. Well, technically  she had never met him just kept running into him. The first time was at the convenience store and several times after that.

He was young, fresh from the academy who just wanted to prove his worth. She wasn’t sure how it had really happened that he kept being the one she would alert when something was going on but soon she just sought him out. Giving him tips on strange activities and anything she felt like he could find useful.

She did this in the form of notes and other messages. She had never talked to him.

That was until the ring of hubcap thieves.

They had both been tracking a group of boys who had been taking car parts. Mostly small things that weren’t that traceable. Tires and such. Faith had called them the hubcap boys because one had tried to hit her with a hubcap he had taken off a car. Faith had dodged it then taking him out with a few quick blows.  After tieing him up with some rope she had brought with her (At this point Faith was carrying around a backpack filled with items she could use for these adventures).

Preston had been tracking the gang for a while and with Faith’s help, he had gotten a lot closer than even he realized.

And by close, this meant stumbling into the abandoned building the gang held their items before they sold them.

“Oh… well hello,” Preston said quickly grabbing his gun.

However, it was 5 to one and while he had caught them off guard they had the home advantage.

Or that’s what they thought until the lights in the building went off.

And a small girl in a yellow beanie ran in swinging.

They made quick work of the gang. As the lights flickered back on Faith turned to the officer, her hands in her pockets an awkward smile on her face.

“Hey…”

“So you are my little Guardian Angel,” Preston said chuckling lightly rubbing the back of his head, “Are you even old enough to be out this late?”

Faith shrugged, “Guardian Angel’s don’t have curfews.”

Sirens could be heard from outside. Taking a few steps back Faith waved a hand.

“See ya around officer…” then turning she ran out just as backup came pouring into the building.

Faith couldn’t help but smile as she ran down the street, her hands going into her pockets as she dodged the flashing lights of the cop cars. Better to not have to answer any questions. She was just turning into the dark alley when she ran into Robin.

Quite literally, Or she would have if it wasn’t for her quick agility. Thank you years of dancing and the myriad of other physical activities her parents had made her do.

“You shouldn’t stand in the dark like that, you could trip someone.”

“What are you doing?” he asked arms folded much like an adult. Which was funny because he couldn’t be much older than her. Taller maybe (but most people were) but not older.

“Just doing my civic duty and helping out.”

“Is this going to become a habit?

She shrugged “Someone has to help the little guy, while you masks are fighting the big boss.” He didn’t seem to find this amusing as he stood there unflinching. Wasn’t Robin supposed to have like a sense of humor or something? Maybe that was an urban myth.

Bouncing back and forth on her heels she looked around for a moment, “I promise I won’t take anything I can’t handle.” Taking a step back she saluted him, “scout's honor.”  

Much to her excitement he cracked a smile at this, guess he wasn’t a total brick then tossed her something small and black. She caught it examining it, it was a black masking identical to the one he wore. Where he had been holding it she had no idea. Then again, those batpeople seemed to have an endless supply of items in those magic belts. She was going to need one of those if she kept this up. Her backpack was a little hard to use when she was in a rush. Wonder how heavy they were…

“At least use this.” He said before disappearing into the night.

Like a passive aggressive way of hoping she would steal his.