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Anon requested: “Is alright to request a part two to the Raven x Male Reader fic you did about R coming back from the dead and teaming up with Deathstroke? R and Raven get back into a relationship and their love for one another gets stronger over the years when they get older. R finally pops the question about marrying her and she says yes, which everyone was anticipating. If possible may I also have some NSFW in the fic too? Possibly on their wedding night and Raven mentioning wanting a kid with R.”

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The time jump near the end puts the reader and Raven at about 24-25 years old.

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It was awkward being around the Titans again. Not because y/n had tried to kill them (which didn’t help), but what exactly are you supposed to have conversations about?

‘Hey, so good to see you again after I died, came back with no memories, and teamed up with the guy who regularly tries to murder you all on a daily basis!’

Not to mention the video call with Bruce and Alfred. That was a whole new level of awkwardness. Especially when they explained who Damian was. Apparently y/n now had a younger brother.

But for the most part, he was settling in well. He had training sessions with Dick and Damian, who he absolutely did not team up with to win against Dick. Movie nights were fun, and he did find a few new favorites.

After about a year with the Titans, y/n left to try solo vigilante work. He was still considered an honorary Titan, but he mostly did his own thing. It was also around this time that he and Raven began dating again.

<Jump Forward in Time>

The two coffee cups y/n was holding were only just cooling down when he reached the Titans Tower. Taking a week off from vigilante work, he had gone to visit Raven and brought coffee as a treat. He found her in a clearing by the tower practicing her powers.

“Busy week?” Raven landed from her flight and accepted the coffee y/n handed her with a nod.

“Some small disturbances, a few bank robberies, nothing that’s too exciting.”

“That’s good. Gives you a break.”

“From large scale crime. Teasing from the others? Not so much.” Y/n cocked his head in confusion.

“What do you mean?” Raven took a long drink of her coffee before she said anything.

“Damian and Dick tease about me being ‘like a sister’ and Kori is just being blunt by asking about when we’re going to tie the knot. And I know they’re just joking with me—”

“Would you?” The question startled Raven.

“Would I what?”

“If I asked, would you want to get married?” Raven shook off her surprise and answered.

“Y/n, you don’t have to marry me just because the others think we’re going to get married.”

“But if I asked, would you say yes?” It took less than a second for Raven to answer.

“I would.”

“Then I have a question for you; would you marry me?” Y/n pulled a small box out of his pocket and opened it. Inside was a diamond ring with a silver band, the diamond surrounded by a small flock of ravens.

“Y/n, I—yes!” Raven lunged and hugged y/n, kissing him and laughing.

“Do you like the ring?”

“It’s beautiful, I love it. When did you go get this?” Y/n slipped the ring onto Raven’s ring finger as he explained.

“About a week or two ago? I was going to ask you over dinner tonight.” Raven gently touched the ring on her finger. It fit perfectly.

“I didn’t even think that you would want to get married.”

“Raven, we’ve been together for about eight or nine years. I’ve never been able to see myself with anyone else.”

<Two Months Later>

The wedding wasn’t anything huge or fancy, but it was nice. All the Titans attended, along with y/n’s family. Alfred acted as the officiant (was there anything the man couldn’t do?) and Dick acted as y/n’s best man.

Raven was walked down the aisle with Kori since her father was very obviously not welcome, and the celebration afterwards was the highlight of the night. But after a long night, the newlyweds were finally allowed to retire to their room.

“I still can’t believe that Bruce cried.” Y/n stated as he opened the door to their room. As a gift, Bruce had paid for their honeymoon and a hotel to stay in before their plane took off in the morning.

“Even Batman can cry when his son gets married.” Raven chuckled as she walked into the suite. Her wedding gown swished quietly around her as moved.

“Can you unzip me? I’m going to change into something a little more comfortable.”

“No problem.” Y/n unzipped Raven’s gown, and she stepped into the bathroom to freshen up. Shrugging off his tuxedo jacket, y/n began working on taking off his tie.

“Y/n?” Y/n, still struggling to take off his tie, didn’t turn around.

“Yes?” Raven’s voice held a mischievous tone as she spoke.

“I need your opinion on this.” Y/n finally freed himself from his tie and began to turn around.

“Sure, what is it—” The words in y/n’s mouth died as soon as he saw Raven’s outfit. She was wearing a black lingerie set that had y/n’s jaw dropping because wow, Raven was gorgeous in everything she wore.

“Like it?” Y/n picked his jaw off the floor and nodded.

“You look...amazing. You’re beautiful.” Raven smiled and walked over to y/n, kissing him gently before pulling him towards the bed with a mischievous smile.

“I thought we could maybe get a head start on the honeymoon.”

“I am 100% ok with that.”

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Anon requested: “Dating Daisy Johnson (Agents of Shield) would include, please? Thank you!”

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Dating Daisy Johnson would include...

Being introduced by Fitz and Simmons when she joins Coulson’s team

Taking secret joy that Ward is jealous of you dating Daisy

Training turning into tickle wars. You do train, it’s just with Daisy it becomes playful

Trying new foods in the new places you travel to

Trying to be helpful when she gets powers, and supporting her when she’s still figuring them out

Going on missions together and flirting over comms during these missions (much to everyone’s annoyance)

Comforting each other when something goes south—whether it’s with food, talking, or just holding one another

Being conflicted when Daisy leaves and becomes a vigilante, but supporting her choice to go alone. You keep up a long distance relationship

Being overjoyed when she returns

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Anon requested: “Can you write a NSFW scenario of Deadpool x Male!Reader? Maybe Wade has been out on a mission for a while and he comes home late to surprise reader? Thanks so much! ❤️”

Y/h/c = your hair color

Warning: so much foul language, NSFW, 18+ only

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Groaning after climbing the short flight of stairs up to his shared apartment, y/n could think of nothing more he would have liked than to sleep when he flicked the light on.

“Hey there handsome~” Jumping back slightly, y/n was ready to grab the knife in his pocket before he realized who was in his apartment.

“Wade!” The red-and-black-clad mercenary stood in the apartment’s living room, maskless and, hilariously enough, a bow stuck to the top of his head.

“That’s my name.” Y/n gave his boyfriend a hug and a wide grin.

“When did you get back? You said at least another week!” Wade pulled y/n towards their bedroom and explained.

“So, good news is that the job I took is done early and I got paid double. Extra good news is that we have a super comfy new bed that needs breaking in.” Y/n laughed, but let Wade pull him towards the bedroom.

“Subtle.”

“Complaining?”

“Hell no. I’ve been looking forward to you coming home.” Inside the bedroom was a new bed, and y/n couldn’t deny that it did look super comfortable.

Then again, the old bed had a splintered frame and springs popping out so anything was an improvement.

“That’s what the new bed is for.” Y/n quickly pulled his shirt off and unbuttoned his pants, stopping to help Wade with the straps on his suit.

“So, what was the deal with your job?” Wade’s top came off, his boots and pants following not long after.

“I was fighting a caped badass.” Y/n kissed the side of Wade’s neck lightly.

“Mmhm. Did they have a name, or...?”

“Well, I would say it was a certain detective with pointy ears so I could sound cool, but first off: wrong universe, and secondly: the person reading this would probably either laugh or roll their eyes.” Y/n pulled away for a moment with a confused look on his face.

“What?” Wade shook his head.

“It’s nothing.” Y/n was pushed back onto the bed, Wade pulling his pants and boxers off before climbing to join him. The y/h/c haired man pressed a hand to the mercenary’s chest.

“Lube?” Wade tilted his head towards the other side of the bed.

“Brand new bottle in the nightstand.” Y/n wasn’t even going to comment on the brand new hot pink nightstand, just reached into the first drawer to retrieve a rather large container of lube.

“You really we’re looking forward to this, weren’t you?” Wade took the container and grinned.

“Hell yes. May I?” Y/n nodded and Wade popped the lid open, pouring a generous amount of lube onto his fingers.

“Just remember to warm it first.”

“Only a villain wouldn’t.”

“Ha. We both know you’re a gentleman when it comes to sex.”

“Here, let me—” Wade spread y/n’s legs and positioned himself between them, one finger slipping into y/n.

“Fuck, please Wade, I need—” Wade shushed him and continued prepping y/n, adding a second finger.

“I know, I’ve been gone forever and you’ve been needing something more than a couple of fingers. Trust me, waiting is totally worth it.”

“Waiting might kill me.”

“Not waiting is going to hurt. I think you’re ready, need me to go ahead?”

“Yes.” Wade removed his fingers, grabbed the lube and coated his cock. In a few short moments the head of his cock was pressing into y/n’s ass.

“Holy fuck I’ve been missing this.” Wade’s cock slid further into y/n, causing a ragged moan to escape from both men. “I’ve missed being near you, seeing you, everything.”

“We’ve got plenty of time and a new mattress to make up for it.” Y/n said with a breathless laugh.

“Who’s being forward now?” Wade said and laughed cheekily. Y/n rolled his eyes playfully.

“Wade, I love you. But if you don’t start moving I’m going to go out, get a dildo and fuck myself.”

“Kinky.”

“Wade.”

“Less talking, more moving. Got it.” Wade thrust his hips in such a way that made y/n see stars.

“Fuck, right there!” Y/n’s breathing was ragged and yes, he probably was close to his limit but it had been almost three weeks without getting to bang his skilled boyfriend. Give him a break.

“You look so good beneath me. I mean, you look good everywhere, but I definitely enjoy seeing you all hot and bothered.” Wade chattered as he thrust and rolled his hips. Y/n just groaned, arms pulling Wade towards him for a deep kiss.

A few mores thrusts and rolling of Wade’s hips was all it took to send y/n over the edge. Cum splattered over y/n’stomach, and with a deep groan Wade came. The two men panted for a moment, then Wade grinned at y/n.

“I missed you.” Y/n pulled Wade closer for a soft kiss.

“I can tell. I missed you too.”

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Sorry for being closed for so long, I was having a really busy couple of weeks!

Remember to check the link in the description, and I can’t wait to start writing for you all again!

Anon requested: “I want to request enemy to lovers with eggsy and top!male reader. Like reader is villain (in eggsy eyes) but really love teasing eggsy when they meet and never serious fighting eggsy. Eggs really hate reader but eventually they become couple.”

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Y/h/c = your hair color

Y/f/c = your favorite color

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Sorry for the delay and thank you for your patience! Please enjoy!

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“Eggsy, you do remember why we are here, yes?” Eggsy raised the glass he had taken from a tray to his lips and spoke into the communication device.

“Course I do. Stop the bad guy, save the day, and go home in time for some dinner. Easy as pie.” A sigh came from Harry’s end of the comm.

“Yes, well, please remember that the ‘bad guy’ is y/n l/n, a young man well known for his elusiveness and has escaped capture on many occasions.” Eggsy just took a sip from his water glass.

“It’ll be fine Harry, we’ll get him. Don’t suppose you got a description for ‘im?”

“...”

“Harry?” There was nothing but static from Harry’s end of the comm.

“Oh, dammit.” Eggsy made his way to a door marked Employees Only, to find a young man around his age with y/h/c hair. The other man looked surprised at the sight of Eggsy.

“Sorry, guests aren’t allowed back here.” Eggsy gave the man a apologetic smile.

“My apologies, it’s an emergency.” The y/h/c-haired servant shook his head and started to gently push Eggsy towards the exit.

“Really sorry, but I have to insist you go back to the party.” Eggsy pulled away and started headed back towards the hallway beyond the small room.

“I just need to—!” Eggsy was grabbed by the arm and spun back towards the door he came in. He turned to look at the servant incredulously.

“I said, go back to the party.” The Kingsman shook off his surprise and took a fighting stance.

“I’m going to take a guess and say you’re not actually supposed to be here?” The not-servant grinned and nodded.

“Smart man. My name’s y/n.”

“You’re coming—mmph!” Eggsy jerked back as y/n kissed him. It was only a moment, but the kiss left Eggsy’s lips tingling.

No, wait—they were numb. The numbness quickly spread from his lips to the rest of his body. Eggsy fell over twitching. Y/n grinned and knelt down beside the fallen Kingsman.

“Don’t worry cutie, it’s just a paralytic. Should wear off in a couple minutes. I would love to stay, but I need run. Ta ta!” With that, y/n booked it to the exit.

Harry was never going to let him hear the end of this.

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And so it went on. Eggsy would chase after y/n, and y/n would lead Eggsy on until he would slip away like water. It was increasingly frustrating for the Kingsman and enormously hilarious for the freelance thief.

“Come on darling! Put a little more omph into that punch!” Currently the two were fighting on the rooftop of a museum, where y/n had stolen a rather pricey set of diamonds.

“Would you just be quiet!” Y/n grinned and jabbed at Eggsy’s stomach.

“Make me~” Eggsy responded by throwing another punch at y/n, who bobbed and weaved away from the hit.

Only to be caught with an uppercut from the Kingsman. The blow split y/n’s lower lip and blood dropped down his chin.

“Are you done yet? Or do I have to knock you out?” Y/n gingerly touched his lip. Somewhere, a clock tower began to chime 11 o’clock. Y/n debated staying a little longer with the handsome spy, then shook his head. No time.

“As much as I like playing rough, I’m on a tight schedule. Catch you later!”

“Hey!” Eggsy reached out and grabbed y/n by the back of his collar. Y/n jerked in surprise.

“Okay, listen. As much as I want to stick around, if I don’t deliver by tonight then I don’t get paid.” Y/n tapped his chin in thought. “If you really want to find me...there’s a café near here. Has a raven for a logo. Meet me there tomorrow? My treat.” Eggsy blinked in surprise. He had just busted y/n’s lip and now the thief was offering a date?

“I can’t tell if you’re serious.” Y/n grinned.

“Serious as a stroke. I’ll wear a y/f/c shirt.” With that, the thief ran off into the night, leaving behind a very confused Eggsy.

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The Ravenhead Café wasn’t particularly busy that afternoon. A few customers wandered through the doors, and others sat in the cushy seats inside. One couple sat in the back near the fireplace, the two men sipping at their drinks.

“Remember when we first met?” Y/n asked as he swirled the liquid in his cup and then took a sip.

“You kissed me with a paralyzing chemical.” Eggsy grinned at the memory. It had been about two years since their first encounter at the party, and one since y/n had proposed coming to this very café for a drink.

“Happy one year anniversary Eggsy.”

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Anon requested: “Claire Redfield x Male Reader. Reader is the brother of Jill Valentine is introduced to Claire while they are set up on a blind date by Jill and Claire brother Chris.”

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Sorry this one took so long, enjoy reading!

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“Y/n—scale of one to ten, how likely are you to go on a date within the next week?” Jill Valentine asked as she plopped down on the couch beside her brother. The two Valentine siblings were staying in a relatively safe location for the time being, though y/n was sure something would go wrong at any second.

“Negative ten.” Y/n didn’t even look up from the knife he was sharpening. Jill rolled her eyes.

“Come on, be serious.” Y/n sighed and stopped sharpening his knife, looking over at his sister.

“Fine. Negative ten thousand.” His answer earned him a punch to the shoulder.

“Y/n!”

“In case you haven’t noticed, the world is a shit show. It’s not like I can walk up to someone and ask them out because they’ll probably try to shoot me or rip my throat out.”

“Y/n...” Jill’s tone had a slight warning to it.

“Jill...” He replied in the same tone.

“Look, just cause the world sucks now doesn’t mean you can’t have normal things. Besides, it’d do you some good to try and meet someone new.” Jill gave y/n her best smile (which has little effect on swaying y/n’s choice).

“...If it means you’ll lay off the ‘forever alone’ jokes, fine. I’ll try later.” Jill beamed and got up from the couch.

“Great! Go get cleaned up, your date is probably waiting for you.” Y/n nodded and went back to his knife, then exactly what Jill said registered in his mind.

“Wait, what?” But Jill was already walking away, laughing as she did so. “Jill!”

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Meanwhile on the other side of the compound, another set of siblings were having a similar conversation.

“Chris, no.” Claire didn’t even look up from the book she was reading. Something about success and the path getting there. Boring in Chris’ opinion.

“Come on Claire, it might be fun!” Claire just turned the page in her book and shook her head.

“Nuh uh. ‘Fun’ is reading a book, or playing a game, or punching an asshole in the face. Dates with strangers aren’t fun.” Chris huffed and crossed his arms.

“You’ve never even been on one!” Claire rolled her eyes and shut her book, standing and walking towards her bedroom in the shared apartment.

“Case and point. I prefer not talking to strangers and dating people I know.”

“Come on Claire! Just once while we’re here! For me?” Chris got down on his knees, hands clasped together as he tried his best to make puppy dog eyes.

“...ugh, fine! But if I have a terrible time you owe me one!” Chris jumped up and pumped his fist in the air in victory.

“Deal. Now go get ready, your date probably is headed over to meet you now.” Claire’s eyes widened in surprise at the news of her sudden date, and she chased after her brother.

“Chris!”

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Y/n wasn’t quite sure what one should wear to a blind date, so he choose to go with a (semi) clean pair of blue jeans and his brown leather jacket over a black t-shirt. Nothing too fancy, but he didn’t look homeless or like he’d spent several weeks crawling through garbage.

The small restaurant (really just a makeshift dining area under a very large tent) smelled good, and there was the sound of talking and laughter from the inhabitants.

“Excuse me? Are you y/n?” Y/n looked up to find a woman in a red vest staring at him.

“Uh, yeah. Y/n Valentine. I’m guessing you’re Claire?” The woman, Claire, nodded and held out her hand.

“Claire Redfield, nice to meet you.” Y/n shook her hand, and they went inside the tent. After grabbing a bowl of food each, they found a card table that was unoccupied and sat down.

“So...how’d you end up in a place like this?” Claire shrugged and poked at the food (more like mush) in her bowl.

“My brother found it, so we decided to settle down and take a break while we could. You?” Swallowing the tasteless spoonful mush, y/n waved his hand idly in the air.

“Me and my sister were just passing through, but she wanted to stay a little longer. Been here ever since.” Claire nodded in understanding and set down her spoon. Out of the corner of her eye she swore she saw a familiar face peeking into the tent.

“It’s got it’s perks though. Food, shelter, a place to sleep. Walls aren’t that sturdy though.” Y/n chuckled and nodded in agreement.

“Yeah. Sometimes I swear they’re going to fall over and let the dead in. Hopefully I’m not around when that happens.”

“I’ll drink to that.” The two continued to chat as they ate, sharing stories from before the world turned on its head. The evening would have ended pleasantly enough, until—

BOOM

A deafening crash sounded from outside the tent. Y/n and Claire shot up from their seats. Everything was silent. Y/n broke the silence.

“What the fuck?” Then the screams came from outside, joined by low moans and hissing.

“They’re inside! The zombies are inside the walls!”

“Run for it!” Everyone went into a panic. Claire and y/n moved out of the way of the stampeding citizens, trying to avoid being trampled. Y/n grabbed the knife he had left strapped to his leg in case of emergencies, and Claire pulled her gun out of its holster.

“Wanna kill some zombies?” Claire flipped off the safety on her gun and headed out of the tent.

“Gladly.” The compound’s guard/militia was already closing up the breach in the wall, but a good chunk of zombies had already gotten through. Y/n hacked through them and Claire shot any that were coming too close.

Others who had weapons joined the two, and soon the zombies moved no more. Y/n was breathing heavily and Claire was tense and ready to shoot again.

“That was interesting. Nice knife skills.” Y/n nodded and gestured to Claire’s gun.

“Nice shooting.” Claire holstered the gun and looked around. There wasn’t much else she’d be able to help here with.

“I should go check on my brother, he’s probably worried.” Y/n nodded and sheathed his knife.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t be surprised if my sister was already halfway here. It was nice to meet you., I’m sorry that we were interrupted.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault. I’ll see you around.” Claire turned and started to walk off, until y/n called out to her.

“Wait!” She turned back around, curiosity written on her face.

“Yes?” Y/n rubbed the back of his neck and gave Claire a sheepish look.

“If you want—do you wanna grab a drink sometime? There’s a bar here that sells halfway decent drinks.” Claire looked surprised, then a grin broke out across her face.

“Sounds like fun. It’s a date.”

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“So yeah. We hit it off pretty well. Aside from the giant interruption. We were thinking of meeting up later for a drink.” Jill dipped at her drink and smiled at y/n.

“That’s nice. I guess you’ll be thanking me for setting you up?” Y/n shook his head.

“Hah! Nope.”

“Y/n!”

“Maybe you shouldn’t spy on me!”

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“Look at you! Being a big girl and trying out new things!” Claire punched her brother’s shoulder and continued trying to get the zombie bits scrubbed out of her vest.

“Fuck you. It was a barely a first date and more like a fight to survive.” Chris just laughed and elbowed Claire playfully.

“But you got a second date~” Claire just rolled her eyes and huffed.

“Yeah, no thanks to you. And I could see you hiding by the tent entrance.” Chris’ eyes widened and he started to vehemently deny being anywhere near Claire’s date.

“What? Nooo. That totally wasn’t me. I was here, doing nothing.”

“Sure you were.”

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Afterwards, they decide to go on a normal date next time and both explain how it went to their siblings and they are both glad it went well but don’t know about the crazy event that had transpired. Maybe have a part where Jill and Chris are talking and are looking at the reader and Claire having a good time laughing. In reality Claire and The reader are laughing about the stuff they made up to cover up what happened and they just are enjoying one another and they kiss and glad they met. (2/2)

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@magnificentpiesharkstatesman requested: “Can you do a Batboys dating sorcerer!male reader please , obvious reader is a bottom”

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Ages: Dick Grayson is in his late 20s/early 30s,Jason Todd is in his mid/late 20s, and Tim Drake is at least 18/19 years old.

Not doing an nsfw section for Damien because he’s a kid, but there is a SFW section at the bottom for him. He’s about 13/14 years old in this.

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Warning: Mentions of NSFW (sections are labeled)

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Dick Grayson

You’ve known Dick since he was a part of the Flying Graysons. The two of you kept in touch through email when the accident happened and he left.

Your parents were magicians in the circus (your mother was, your father was her assistant). They decided to settle in Gotham when you were fifteen years old.

You and Dick went to the same school, but neither of you did after-school activities. Dick was busy being Robin while you were learning magic (not that either of you knew what the other was doing).

You moved in with Dick when he went to Bludhaven and became Nightwing. Your parents were happy for you and maybe cried a little because they would miss having you home.

It was during the first month of you living in Bludhaven that you and Dick starting dating. You would patch him up after patrol and he’d tell you about the night’s misadventures.

Once Dick’s family knew you were dating, you received threats from all of them about what would happen if you hurt Dick (Damien’s terrified you because a kid that young should not be able to describe things that gory).

NSFW:

Dick is a very enthusiastic lover. He’s very energetic. Plus he’s got great endurance. You can imagine what the sex is like.

While Dick isn’t large (he’s average sized), he knows what to do to make you feel good. This man knows his tricks.

More often than not, you become a writhing mess during sex because Dick fucks like a rabbit. This man will go for hours because he is horny as hell.

Definitely turns innocent things into sexy teasing. Oh, the dishes need done? How about Dick does them in that cute apron he totally didn’t buy to do dishes naked in?

While it’s usually you on the bottom, Dick isn’t against switching it up. Just be aware that this boy can and will ride you until you can’t walk for a week.

Jason Todd

You and Jason lived in the same crappy apartment building when the two of you were younger.

Your father was a party magician (not very good at it, unfortunately) who made just enough to pay the rent.

Your mother had been a better magician (who used real magic and drew in large crowds) but she died in a magical accident. Your current apartment was the best your father could afford with his limited skills.

It was actually how the two of you met. Your dad was putting on a free show for the kids in your building and Jason tried to steal some of his props. You bribed Jason with candy to not steal them.

When Jason became Robin, he immediately told you. It was at this time you told him that magic was real and showed him some of the spells you knew.

You and Jason began dating when you were both teens. Your father was happy you found someone and would go out of his way to show his support.

After Jason died, you gained a closed-off and hostile attitude. Your father was the only person you shared your hurt with because he understood what it was like to lose someone you loved.

When you found out Jason was alive (he came and found you, told you what happened) your magic went wild. It took some time for you to calm down and get control.

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Although Jason is a very in-charge kinda guy, but not completely domineering. If he can tell you’re not in the mood or if you tell him no, he respects your wishes.

When you do want to get down and dirty, Jason is very much willing to oblige. He’s always in charge and likes pinning you down as he fucks you into the mattress (or the coffee table, or the kitchen counter, or the top of the dryer...).

Jason is a loud orgasmer. His cock is big and he cums a lot. He will definitely leave you feeling full and leaking. (He’ll also let you know how good you look with his cum dripping out of you)

Doesn’t care much for being restrained during sex himself, but he loves tying you up. He’ll definitely get fancy with the knots.

He’d be curious about incorporating magic into your sex life. Are there spells to spice up the bedroom? (The answer is yes, and the magical community has several spellbooks on sex-safe spells)

Tim Drake

Tim was one of your classmates. You two occasionally worked together on class projects, but you two didn’t really talk.

That changed when Tim worked out your parents were a pair of magic-using criminals and then confronted you about it.

You told him you had no desire to follow in your parent’s footsteps, but were learning how to use your magic so it didn’t go out of control.

Over time, Tim would come to you when he needed magical assistance with his work. You were willing to help him because he was willing to believe in giving you a chance.

Tim once asked you to meet him at a diner to go over something with him. It turns out ‘something’ was asking you to date him. You gladly accepted.

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Tim will often claim he’s too busy working on a case to engage in sexual activities. You respond by playing with yourself while he works. It gets him every time.

When he doesn’t come, you’ll sit under Tim’s desk in front of him and suck his cock. He’ll act uninterested but the twitch of his hips and his throbbing cock tells you otherwise.

While Tim isn’t thick, he’s long. His favorite thing to do while you’re under his desk is use your mouth as a personal cock-warmer. Your knees will go numb from kneeling so long.

Both of you are still experimenting with sex positions, but generally Tim is the one on top.

Damien Wayne

You met Damien when he joined the Teen Titans. You were already a member when he came.

Both your parents were gone, previously members of the Justice League. They had died during a mission and left you with a spellbook and a large fortune.

You intrigued Damian. He had heard of magic before but never seen it. And here you were, a boy his age with magic almost literally spilling from your fingers.

Magic came in handy with some of the Titans trickier foes, and you were pretty good at healing the lesser injuries the team sustained.

Damien once asked you about the Lazarus Pit and if you thought it was magic. You told him you thought it was more alchemical in nature, but magic wasn’t out of the question.

You asked Damien to teach you basic hand-to-hand combat, so you didn’t have to depend too heavily on your magic. It became a bi-weekly meetup for the two of you.

Damien was the one to suggest the both of you try dating. You both are still young, so most of your dates are things like going to the movie theater or grabbing a bite to eat somewhere.

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