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Synopsis: you do the “can I have permission to eat” trend infront of their family.
Pairings: Dick, Jason, Tim, AK!Jason, Wally
Warnings: mild suggestive stuff at Tim’s part, Dick wants to flirt with everyone’s girl, ooc, Arkhamverse Jason’s is just a mess.
DICK GRAYSON
- Dick finally had the courage to take you to his family, you took that courage and stomped on it. It was supposed to be a somewhat regular day for him. So why are you framing him infront of his family?
- “Dick, can I eat?” You said innocently when Alfred finished putting down the desserts—your eyelashes batting at him. The entire table went quiet, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
- “what do you mean? Of course you can!” Dick was internally panicking, he can see Bruce’s disappointed face and his brothers giving each other weird glances. What were you doing to his poor, sensitive heart?
- “really? Thank you! I know I’ve been eating too much dessert lately—“
“Ignore Dick.” Bruce cut you off, pushing another dessert tray your way. “You can eat as much as you want without Dick’s permission.” Bruce said, his voice was calm but you could swear you could hear a twinge of irritation from his voice.
- “Bruce! I wouldn’t do that!” Dick tried to desperately get his family to listen to him. Did Tim know it was a social media prank? Yes. Was he gonna tell the others? No. He likes seeing Dick panic to try and explain himself while his partner is obviously trying to hold in their laughter.
JASON TODD
- “can I have permission to eat, Jason?”
- oh goddamnit what were you doing now, in-front of his family? Seriously? Great, now they’re gonna use this as another way to make fun of him. “What? You don’t need permission!” He yells, shoving 5 different dessert filled trays your way before his family members could react.
- “wowww Jason…starving your girl? I never took you for the cruel type!” Dick teased, punching Jason’s arm before Jason punched Dick’s face. “Ow, what the hell!? You hit her like that too asshole—“ annndd Jason punched his face
- “Dick is right. Why are you making your girlfriend ask you for permission, Jason?” Bruce muttered, his brows furrowed—but everyone knows he’s not really serious. He already deducted it was a prank from your silent giggling, and Dick’s unserious reaction.
- “it’s not—I don’t make her—SHE DOESNT NEED TO ASK!” As funny as it was to see your boyfriend panic and try to explain himself to his family, you also just wanted to hold him and tell him you were just messing with him.
- you couldn’t hold it in anymore and snorted out loud, covering your mouth immediately when you realized what you did—your face going crimson.
- “see! She’s laughing!” He quickly pulled you into a bear hug, not caring about it his family’s prying eyes. “Don’t say stuff like that again..” he whispered, cheeks red.
TIM DRAKE
- “do I have permission to eat?” oh you little shit he knows what you’re doing.
- “what does she mean by that, Tim?” Jason asked, his brows furrowed. You and Jason weren’t the closest people, but if Tim was doing anything to hurt someone he should care about. Then he’d beat the hell out of his brother if he has to.
- “no no, it’s a social media trend. Where they pretend like their significant other makes them ask permission to eat food.” Before anyone in the family could talk, he instantly pulled up a video of it to show his family.
- suddenly the tension in the room was gone—you could see the family visibly calm down, before going back to their dinner, which went well for the rest of dinner. Except for Dick trying to flirt with you
- but you think Tim would let you get away with trying to prank him? Absolutely not. When you got up to say your goodbyes and go back to your apartment. Tim instantly snatched you away to his room, he’ll show you what bossing you around really means.
Arkhamverse!Jason.
- why did you decide to do this to this guy.
- “hey Jason, can I have permission to eat dessert?” You ask nervously. He looked back at you with wide eyes, did he mistreat you without knowing? Has he told you to ask permission and he just forgot? Either way, this is not a good look for him—especially since he was trying to show his family that he’s changed.
- “Yes? I don’t see why you’re asking.” He huffed out, avoiding his family’s judgmental eyes.
- Bruce was contemplating on holding you here, take you away from Jason until you could solve this out. He never took Jason for the type of man to do this, he really is disappointed. “Jason, go get us pink salt from the kitchen, Alfred must’ve forgetten it.” Jason knew Bruce was using this as an opportunity to try and talk to you, he stayed still for a moment before silently getting up and getting this “pink salt”.
- “are you okay?” Dick shot up, holding your shoulders and checking you for any evidence of physical scars. God, you didn’t think his family would be this serious. Maybe this prank was a very bad mistake.
- “yes! I’m fine…just bad habits, Jason didn’t do anything.” You feel so guilty for lying, but I think if you said it was a prank none of them would look at you quite the same—especially Jason. Why do they treat him like a ticking time bomb? Has he had any malicious history?
- eventually the dinner ended and you and Jason had a very awkward ride home. “Why did you say that?” He muttered, “asking me for permission, I mean…are you scared of me?”
- “No! No, Jason id never!” You reassured him, oh god you were feeling more and more guilty by the second. This is the last time you’ll prank any of them like that again, why is this family so edgy? “It’s just bad habits I got from past relationships, it’s nothing against you I swear.”
- Jason had a hard time believing you, but you saw his grip on the steering wheel soften. “I’ll kill them for you, just ask.” A strange thing to say, but I guess guys just get violent quicker.
- “it’s…fine..? Let’s just go home, I wanna feel your body on mine.” You whisper, giving him a kiss on his cheek. He won’t admit it, but you can see how red his cheeks got instantly. “Whatever…”
WALLY
- you were Dick’s sister, you knew that Wally might get his soul reaped the moment those words left your mouth, but that just makes it all the funnier.
- “Why aren’t you eating, (name)? Do you not like the food?” Your brother asked, his mouth full with whatever salad he’s eating right now.
- “oh, I’m waiting for Wally’s permission.” You said calmly, as if this was a normal occurrence for you. Suddenly all eyes landed on Wally, who just choked on a bit of his food.
- “What?! Baby! You don’t need to ask me, I swear—“ but he got cut off by a very irritated Grayson. “Are you forcing my sister to ask you for permission to eat Wallace?” Oh Dick was about to kill him.
- “Nononono! It’s a misunderstanding, here!” He immediately gave his food to you, dumping his entire plate on yours. “I won’t even eat for the rest of the dinner, have all my food! You deserve it more than me.” Please don’t get Batman on me please don’t get Batman on me please don’t get Batman on me—is all his head could think about.
- “that’s what I thought, West.” Dick sat back down. His arms crossed—before he could say another thing, you exploded out in laughter. “It was a prank! Don’t kill Wally!” You shouted out, choking on your own laugh.
- “that wasn’t funny!” Wally whined, turning his full attention to you. “I thought Dick was gonna actually knock me out then take me to the bat cave to get tortured by Batman!”
- “what? I was gonna punch you, but I wasn’t gonna do that!?” Dick exclaimed, holding back his own giggles just hearing Wally’s insane fantasy.
- “it’s not my fault! Batman is like one of the scariest members of the league. There’s a rumor that he defeated a hundred men with only a knife—“
“Really? Have I now?” Bruce chimed in from behind, causing Wally to flinch. “Hi Batman..?”
★ he just can’t stop fucking you… nsfw ﹙𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭﹚
He leaned against the railing, taking a slow breath of the dark night air to let his heart rate settle. But as the cool wind began to bite at his bare skin, he turned on his heel and stepped back inside.
The warmth of the room enveloped him instantly, along with the heavy, unmistakable scent of recent intimacy. His gaze shifted toward the center of the shared bed, landing on your vulnerable, trembling form. You lay tangled in the damp sheets, your thighs shuddering involuntarily while a thick, slow stream of white dripped from your overfilled center. Lewdly pooling onto the mattress beneath you.
He ‘tsked’. Can’t have you being wasteful.
Despite this a quiet chuckle escaped his chest at the sight. Crossing his arms, he couldn't help but recall every detail of how you ended up in such a wrecked state—the relentless hours that had just transpired, the delicious breathless and desperate pleas you had made, and the sheer length of the marathon he had put you through. He had lost track of how many times he had brought you to your peak, relentless in his pursuit until he had pumped an obscene amount of himself inside of you, leaving you completely undone.
He’d whisper many things in your ears.
“Just like that… you’ll take everything I give you hm?”
“Good girl. My sweet girl. You’re all mine aren’t you.”
His cooing mixed with the debauched sounds of wet skin pounding against each other. There was little of your mind left to coherently reply. Only moaning his name.
His quiet musings shattered when a soft, needy whine broke the silence of the room.
In a dazed attempt to relieve the deep, throbbing ache pulsing within you, your back arched off the bed, driving your hips high into the air and turning your soaked, sensitive heat toward him in an unconscious plea for relief.
He could see you try to squeeze and clench your insides at some imaginary force. (Which would be him in a moment)
The view instantly wiped the playful smirk from his face, replaced by a sudden, dark intensity in his eyes. He didn't need to be asked twice. Taking it as the open invitation it was, he strode back toward the edge of the bed, unbothered by the mess you’d made.
He teased your red and swollen lips with a kiss, before fingering the escaped spent back inside. Eliciting a soft moan from you.
He gripped your hips, and entered the fat tip of his dick. After all, the night was still young, and neither of you was getting any sleep.
but it's not his fault, okay? eating your pussy just shuts his brain off. like his whole fucking body just relax. it's the only time he's not thinking about shit. just warmth and wet and you.
and he's down there for hours so yeah he gets sleepy. your thighs are so soft around his head he can't hear anything outside them. just the wet little sounds and your breathing. your smell is all over his face and he loves it. loves sucking your clit slow and lazy, tongue flat and heavy. groaning into you just to feel you shake.
he already made you cum twice. he's on his knees on the floor, face pressed into you so deep his nose is smushed against your pubic bone, drool and your slick all down his chin. you're gripping his hair tight, grinding down on his mouth.
fuck you're so close.
right there right there right there—
his tongue slows.
his jaw goes slack.
huh?
he fell asleep already.
mouth still open. lips still wrapped around your clit, sucking weakly. letting out soft little snores.
it's okay. you already got permission. he said you can use his face to get off if he ever fall asleep.
so just grab his hair and ride his face until you cum. use his nose, his tongue, whatever. he's out cold. won't wake up until you're shaking.
can i say something inappropriate? [fem reader btw]
thinking about obi-wan who doesn't use curse words. probably learned as a youngling to be respectful and dignified. could probably split his knee on a rock out in the middle of utapau and only whisper something under his breath like, "force be with me," or, "shoot!"
but during sex? freaky time? [eye emoji] why do i feel like this man would speak without an ounce of shame— it never registered to him that this language is frowned upon because your body is a beautiful thing to celebrate and he'll use whatever passionate words he wants in the moment. when he's asking to eat you out, it's not a "vagina." that's too proper, too medical. suddenly he's cooing about how your clit is sensitive and how he's been waiting to have your pussy all day. grunting about how hard he is, whispering about getting you to cum. pinning one of your hands against the mattress, squeezing the softness of your hip with the other. and you're blushing. so taken aback because this proper, established man is so vulgar and he doesn't even know it.
meanwhile one day if you ask him to fuck you he'll probably say some nerdy bullshit like, "you want me to make love to you, darling?"
on everybody's life, we need that
sorry guys, i never write short form smut things and try to focus on story building, but i'm ovulating lmao ... plus i got this idea thinking abt how much i love nice and respectful guys, like getting that sweetheart treatment and still getting the refined, proper walls to come down prob feels so rewarding. all i gotta say is, yum
