contents : drabble â whatâs better than a game night with your boyfriend? A game night with your boyfriendS! fluff m!reader masterlist.
It was very late. very late. Tim is working and wellâhe can pretty much provide for both of you. You, and Bernard decided to pull an all nighter.. without him. He! The master of all-nighters.
âBern! stop eating all the chips, I need some too!â Of course the blonde only laughed at you, as he doomscrolled on his phone.
âWanna play a game? Join me.â
He pointed at his phone as he snuggled up next you. You two played for a while, not even noticing the notification that popped up saying Tim was home.
âHi guys?â he came in, weirded out by all those lights on, though he figured you two were just getting frisky. âHey! You traitors!! playing games without me? You know i can leave that house at any time.. didnât even try to call meâŚ!â He pouted, throwing his things on the floor as he flew on top of you and bern, the poor guy whimpering with the sudden weight.
âYouâre gonna crush him, Tim!!â you laughed, tackling the pale boy out of Bernard.
âJoin us too Timmy. Donât eat my chips.â
Just before you notice, thereâs bird chirping around, for godâs sake, itâs 7 in the morning and you three havenât had a thought about going to sleep. I guess thatâs just the dream life.
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context: the blood children first gala was.. wellâsomething. itâs always something when it comes to this family masterlist.
Itâs overwhelming, all the attention, the flashes and the fake smiles. You stick close to your brother, Damian. You two feel almost sick with it. I guess thereâs no media-training in the League. He mutters that is mostly a complaint as you both sit down on your designated table.
People think they know everything about you now. Theyâre already taking their conclusions of whoâs the quieter one and who brings more trouble. There isnât an answer to any of these questions. Though theyâre not directed at you, you both can still tell people are starring. Damian would be very much satisfied if they stopped. âDo you think weâre gonna make it to the front panel?â you ask, sarcastically. itâs impressive that people care so much. Damian clicks his tongue and nods with a small, smug smirk.
It sounds like itâs going to be a long event. Dick hypes you two up from time to time with a thumbs up and that stupid smile of his. Which you two ignore. This isnât enjoyable, and Damian seems to be tenser than you. This would be anyoneâs nightmare, now think about how bad this is for someone who has highly enhanced senses. Itâs hell.
âI feel dizzy. Seriously.â you turn to him, adjusting your tie to be more lose, which Tim warns you not to, unless you want trouble. Damian rolls his eyes by your side, loosening his own.
âI told you not to drink so many sodas. Youâre sugar high.â
âThatâs not the point, Damian. I donât like it here. Can we just ask father to leave? This is pointless. A bunch of rich people pretending they care about children that need charity.â
âFine. But youâre asking.â
you huff, both of you making your way to the private conversation of your father. Just like he taught youâyou put your hand on his shoulder for a second, letting him acknowledge your presence before choosing whether he has time for whatever bullshit you want now. He lowers himself to your level, tilting his head to listen to your request.
âFather.. We need to leave. I donât feel good.â
Listen, Bruce has enough kids, heâs heard this one before. Heâll feign compassion and will take you home this time, though. He knows how whether Damian or you will get if your needs are neglected. Specially something so stressful like this. Though Tim would argue heâs just scared of the twins. Which he really isnât wrong about.
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context :: drabble â Itâs world cup season, your favourite thing in the world !! fluff.
âAre you kidding me?!!â your yells echoed across (practically) the whole house. Tim was busy on his phone that was snatched out of his hand as you violently shook him in place.
your favourite teamâs goal had just been removed for what? a foul? who cares! Itâs safe to say youâre absolutely gonna cry your eyes off if they lose. Like you did last time. And last time.
âTim! Pay attention! We have to win this and if youâre distracted youâre gonna bring bad luck!!â He only groaned but obeyed your insistent request.. heâs smirking, he likes seeing you like this. Itâs cute. Thereâs paint all over your face in the colours of the flag of your country, every four years youâre like this. Soccerâs your life. And you were so, so excited when Damian joined a team himself.
Before Tim could even blinkâthere it goes, youâre hugging him so tight he can hardly breathe, thereâs a bit of paint thatâs smudging on his own cheek. âYES!! We did it!!! Youâre gonna be my lucky charm now! Iâm gonna bring you to every game ever!â You beamed. Only two more games to go, to Timâs delight.
You jumped around and even ordered a pizza, he definitely could get used to this. Well, thereâs more tomorrow, he hopes!
(Though if they lose heâs gonna be your shoulder to cry on for at least a whole week)
a/n: i swear im ending it if England doesnât win this game. theyâre my last hope after brazil!!!!!! >:(
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context :: drabble â Itâs world cup season, your favourite thing in the world !! fluff.
âAre you kidding me?!!â your yells echoed across (practically) the whole house. Tim was busy on his phone that was snatched out of his hand as you violently shook him in place.
your favourite teamâs goal had just been removed for what? a foul? who cares! Itâs safe to say youâre absolutely gonna cry your eyes off if they lose. Like you did last time. And last time.
âTim! Pay attention! We have to win this and if youâre distracted youâre gonna bring bad luck!!â He only groaned but obeyed your insistent request.. heâs smirking, he likes seeing you like this. Itâs cute. Thereâs paint all over your face in the colours of the flag of your country, every four years youâre like this. Soccerâs your life. And you were so, so excited when Damian joined a team himself.
Before Tim could even blinkâthere it goes, youâre hugging him so tight he can hardly breathe, thereâs a bit of paint thatâs smudging on his own cheek. âYES!! We did it!!! Youâre gonna be my lucky charm now! Iâm gonna bring you to every game ever!â You beamed. Only two more games to go, to Timâs delight.
You jumped around and even ordered a pizza, he definitely could get used to this. Well, thereâs more tomorrow, he hopes!
(Though if they lose heâs gonna be your shoulder to cry on for at least a whole week)
a/n: i swear im ending it if England doesnât win this game. theyâre my last hope after brazil!!!!!! >:(
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DONâT GO THERE BECAUSE YOUâLL NEVER RETURN đŚ PT.1
context : You have been missing for quite a while now, and after almost dying to find you, the least thing Tim expected was to find you in the Bat-cave, unconscious and bare in a hospital bed. Though thereâs something about you thatâs different.
tags/warnings: any description of reader here is because well.. theyâre a talon, they look pretty much the save (grey-ish skin, yellow eyes.) but I tried to keep it as neutral as possible
-> angsty, comfort stablished relationship mentions of kidnapping. mention of drugging
You donât look⌠yourself. Thatâd be a good word to use. Tim can see your veins and theyâre not blue or green or whatever other colour they can be. Theyâre black. Your veinsâblack.
Your eyes are closed, but Bruce fills him in on what happened to you. You had to be drugged or else you wouldnât sit still.
A talon. A murdererâthatâs what you have been reduced to, now. He isnât very found of people like that; as Damian is a clear example of why he wouldnât trust them, but⌠itâs you.
How could he not love you?
Your tiny whimper snaps him out of his thoughts as he rushes over to you, pushing any sibling thatâs in his way.
Your eyes dart around, theyâre not even the same color anymore. But the way you gaze at him itâs so recognizable, that he is now sure that this creature in front of him is in fact, you.
âWeâre still trying to finish the antidote. As you know, he was injected with a serum that turned him into this machine.â Bruce warned, shooting a fleeting look at Tim who looked totally detached from reality. Heâs lost in your eyes. Even if theyâre not the same anymore.
You donât speak, still you stare back.
He calls your name. And you seem to snap out of whatever transe youâre in.
âHm?â You hum, still detached from him, partially. He holds your hands and notices how cold you are. You look and feel dead.
âWeâll get you out of this, okay?â
You donât say anything back.
What even goes right in this guyâs life?
He spends the rest of the night by your side, watching you go in and out of your unconscious state. His love would never change for you. As he has proven multiple times to truly love in life, and in death.
Twice, now. If youâre counting.
a/n: should i make this a series? but with different batboys?
this is my first time ever requesting so can i request a tim fic x omega reader
heâs always pestering reader like in your latest fic and then reader just pounds some sense into him :P
GAAHH s
đ˘ Bitch !! Shut Up đ˘
Warning: Sub! Bottom character, Dom! Top AMAB reader, anal penetration, established relationship. No use of (y/n)
Note: OOooo, happy you enjoyed it so much to request more!! The fic referenced is linked here.
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It's not your fault that you're so easy to make fun of, but existing as you are? It's like you're constantly walking into openings for Tim to comment on. Oh, you wanna scent him? How possessive...he promises he won't talk to any other omegas while he's out. Nesting? Sure, honey, here's a basket of his freshly washed laundry. So warm and clean. What? Is that not what you wanted? How dirty...
Most of the time, it's light-hearted teasing. Omegas go through enough as is, but that doesn't make Tim any less annoying. The drilling never ends with him, especially during sex. Tim loves to cosplay as a domineering alpha, crowding you onto the bed, growling and snarling to get you to keen. On occasion it works; most of the time it doesn't. Like right fucking now.
Unimpressed, you stare back out at him. Glaring at the way Tim bares his teeth. He has the right demeanor, the right vocal fry, but he'll never be able to harness that commanding alpha 'scent' that makes those with said designation so god damn annoying. It only ticks you off harder that he constantly attempts to do so, regardless.
"What? Not in the mood, my omega?" Tim coos, clearly biting back a grin. His only saving grace is the amused crinkle in his eye. He's having fun, so it's not the total end of the world. You guess.
Lightly, you snarl back at him, leaning up just slightly to nip the lip he's carelessly dangling so close. Tim hums, properly meeting you for a kiss. Your own dominance is clear, even though he puts up a decent front by pawing back at you. Eventually, his hips settle onto yours, and you guide him into switching places. You slowly increase your roughness with him. "Ah! So mean..."
With a roll of your eyes, you fall into a proper position. Shutting him up with the fingers of your right hand stuffed down his throat, and using the other to guide your slick cock harder against his own. You can feel him thinking something stupid, feeling your natural arousal soaking both of you, but luckily, he's incapable of commenting on it.
With your scent suffocating his own, Tim becomes the image of the stereotypical omega he makes fun of you for. Whining, showing off his neck, trying to present his genitalia to you. Like a whore. Your whore.
"Fuck yeah," Tim moans once you've pressed inside, clinging, clawing, and pressing back against you in order to keep you close. You're doing much of the same, latching onto the pale skin of his neck to suck and dirty. Pounding into him so hard his hips never have a chance to arch off the bed. It's amazing. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." He groans uselessly.
You adore him like this. Curled up, twisted, a doll for you to play with at your leisure. Most of all, not running his fucking obnoxious ass mouth.
wc : TIM DRAKE canât seem to catch a break from any device he ownsâand apparently, neither can you. And whatâs more romantic than losing your sleep (and sanity) with your partner while arguing on twitter?
warnings : cursing not proofread itâs 7 in the morning i canât think straight fluff.
âAre you kidding me?â Tim whisper-yelled.
You looked over at him with a muffled chuckle as you came closer to look at his screen, looking at whatever was making him mad. Stillâa little dumb-ed up because of the lack of sleep, you raised your eyebrows and looked back him. âWhat about it?â
âCanât you see?! FuckâI mean sorryâthis person insists my favourite character was a bully. I donât think you get it! Mischaracterization of my favourite characters is gonna kill me, I am telling you!â He spoke in a low, but stern voice. Pointing one of his slender fingers at the blue-ish screen of his phone.
âI swear!â He huffed once more and kept angrily typing at his phone.
âWait noâgive me the phone.â you said, a mischievous smirk tugged at your mouth and you grabbed his slim phone and started angrily typing yourself. The comment got bigger and bigger while you two took turns cursing the personâs family to death.
You two munched on chips that had been long in his room. Snickering and gasping with how fast the persons replies were. Calling them unemployed as if you werenât up at two in the morning eating chips and arguing online.
Not even noticing with how loud youâve got. Youâre no longer whispering and your hollering and howling can be heard from across the manor.
Itâs really not your fault youâre so caught up in the moment you jump like a deer hearing a stick break when the lights turn on.
Maybe you even let out a little high pitched scream like a girl, which you choose not to address as the one and only Damian Wayne stood in the doorway with a glare that could kill an army. You waved a little, hunching back closer to Timâmaybe so, youâd have a chance of surviving his littlest brother.
âWhat the hell are the two of you doing. Itâs Two oh SevenâA-M! His gaze diverted from Tim to you. You just looked back at Tim as his phone buzzed with replies.
âGo back to your room! Damian. You canât just barge in. What if we were doing⌠something?â your boyfriend countered.
âI know you donât have that much game. If I hear another yellâI promise you donât want to see me again.â He turned the lights off, slamming the door shut.
âOh well..â you sighed, relieved.
âOh look!â He yelped before slapping his hand on top of his mouth to shut himself up. âthey blocked me. I won.â he smirked with pride.
ââââŕ¨ŕ§ââââ
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a/n: this is me every time i have to defend my beloved professor Snape from the REAL bullies out there. Snape slander OR SLYTHERIN SLANDER is BANNED from my household.
wc : Damian never saw the point of kissing, heâs an ex-assassin after all, has hands that were made to choke and not caress. That isâuntil he meets his newest favourite thing, your tongue piercing.
tags : male!reader before this causes any commotion i picture Damian to be 15+ in all my fics as well as reader. making out tongue piercings 𤤠established relationship
âCome on, just a peck.â Having to convince your boyfriend to give you a congratulations kiss after you passed a particularly hard test was so humiliating.
âYouâre such a brat! I know people whoâd pay to be in your position right nowâŚâ said position is sitting as straight as a cutting board after having removed your boyfriend from on top of you.
âI am not kissing you for passing a test. Talk to me about this again when you graduate with honours.â He said, shaking his head with a soft scoff.
âWith honours?! Are you kidding me? Please??â You stared up at him with big eyes, pouting a little. âIâll be honoured to kiss you, if that counts!â You laid on your stomach, facing his crossed legsâyou put your hand on his calves as you leaned closer.
Damian sharply sighed and kissed you. Before he could pull away, your hand snaked up to his jaw, keeping him in his place, as your tongue danced around with his. He noticed something odd about youâit just felt different. I mean, heâs never kissed anyone, but heâs not sure if heâs supposed to feel this way.
The cold metal he can barely feel just feels so good against his own tongue. He wonders if he can suck it a little. You notice his interest for it pretty quickly, and you pull away for a second to giggle.
âYouâre such a freak⌠You like it?â You smirk, poking his cheek.
âI do not.â He denied, even though the blush in his face said otherwise.
âOh you absolutely do.â
And you two go at it for some time. Damian has developed a taste for playing around with it and itâs his newest favourite thing. He keeps all his weird thoughts about to himself, of course.
But everyone else can see how messy his hair is and how swollen his lips are. And obviously, no one else missed the fact on how you seem particularly cheeky at dinner.
âYou two are always up to something, arenât you?â Jason shook his head and clicked his tongue like a worried parent. Though he was more than glad his little sibling finally had some game.
ââââŕ¨ŕ§ââââ
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wc : where rebel!reader has developed a liking for the Wayne household. Spending almost every second of his time in thereâand showing to everyone else he is definitely not used to this rich life.
tags : m!reader fluff.
Youâre always hanging around, and doing something. Wether thatâs abusing the soundproof walls by blasting your favourite songs when youâre with Damian or Tim, or napping on the big couches they own.
Itâs really not your fault and they understand it, specially your silly mistakes of not being used to whatâs considered normal customs of living in a mansion. Sinceâwell. Your parents are big, big hoarders. There isnât a single inch of your house that isnât covered by something, including trash and even food sometimesâŚ
So yesâthey are already very much used to your antics.
As you walk through the biggest doors youâve ever seen and restlessly ramble to Damian about somethingâyou donât even notice you are dragging your mud-covered black boots through the polished marble floor until your boyfriend slaps your arm and tells you to take them off.
âOuch! Youâ What was that for?â you pout and look around, trying to find the thing you just did so wrong worth of that slap.
âYour boots.â he started, pointing at the floor with a sharp sigh. âLook at the mess youâve done!â
âAnd you slapped me for that? Iâm sorry, Iâll clean it upâalright? Ouch.. Do you know your hand is likeâsuper heavy? This felt like a punch..â You complained as you took off your boots, and now youâre 3 inches shorter.
âDrama queen.â He scoffed, but a light smirk tugged at his lips when he said it, watching you stare up at him with a pout.
Damian feels like a father scolding a mannerless child. And it is true, you are a very mannerless child. Specially when your favourite food is served right in front of you.
The steak is made just like you love it, itâs not like youâve eaten much steak in your life, but wellâthis looks great!
Your mouth is so stuffed it takes a whole minute to chew all of whatâs inside itâa single spoonful has you practically drooling on the fanciest dinner youâve ever had.
Damian nudges you with his elbow once and you pay no mind to it. I wonder if thereâs a word for being food drunk?
And then Damian does it again. And you make a muffled sound because of the food. Youâre mannerless, yes. But Damian has taught you last time not to speak with your mouth open.
âYou look like a squirrel.â
âHey! I do not!â You squealed.
Damian was looking at you with a loving look of disdain. âSlow down, youâre going to choke.â he continued.
wc : first of all, nobody expected Damian to date anyoneâlet alone a boy. And let alone a boy like you.
đˇď¸ : m!reader no desc. of appearance, size, race, etc, only states that reader has a more alt style and a few piercings. jason, tim, & dick (send asks if you want other members of the batfam!).
Letâs just say the way Jason met you wasnât the best first impression. With your pierced tongue down his little brotherâs throat! You hadnât even noticed him before Damian did and obligated him to leave his room and neverâever speak of that again.
(Itâs safe to say he spoke about it to everyone)
Richard was mostly supportingâbefore he found out about the way you acted. You liked to say you acted like a normal teenager, the bat family if far from ânormalâ (if getting arrested twice and having one of the lowest GPAâs of your class can be considered normalâof course.)
He gave Damian a 30 minute lecture about being careful with who he hangs out with, whatâs he doing, if heâs being influenced to do anything. And more bullshit Damian didnât care about. To this day, Richard still side-eyes you before restraining himself.
Tim had a field day with it.
Seriously. He was insufferable about itâhelping Richardâs worries by fueling them up with your record. Reminding everyone that Damian has a boyfriend. You hated every second of it, even if you werenât there to see it, Damian told you all about it through messages.
Tim just couldnât let it go. Nope. Never.
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listen here people, the problem with every fic that contains a toxic character is that you donât like him because heâs toxic just because he looks good
so when i see your fic and the first thing i see on the a/n is : sorry they donât look like they actin the series because heâs disgusting there
buddy thatâs exactly what the fans wanna see
i donât want a nice nate
i want NATE the one that comes with the whole nate package đ
okay fine heâs disgusting so what ⌠yall arent freaks enough for these men
listen here people, the problem with every fic that contains a toxic character is that you donât like him because heâs toxic just because he looks good
so when i see your fic and the first thing i see on the a/n is : sorry they donât look like they actin the series because heâs disgusting there
buddy thatâs exactly what the fans wanna see
i donât want a nice nate
i want NATE the one that comes with the whole nate package đ
okay fine heâs disgusting so what ⌠yall arent freaks enough for these men
