Hey!! Could I ask for some headcanons for Damian and sister! reader where they’re basically twins but not really? Like they just get along so well that people automatically assume they’re twins and they act as such? Thanks!
Children of the Corn (Damian Wayne x Sister!Reader)
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Summary: Reader is Damian Wayne’s sister and they always get mistaken for twins.
Pairing: Damian Wayne x Sister!Reader
Warning(s): Like one curse word?
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You and Damian have been attached at the hip for as long as you could remember.
Since your mother sent you to live with your father, Bruce Wayne, he was the only familiar thing that kept you sane at first.
Of course, Bruce didn’t want to believe that he made the same mistake with Talia twice, until he remembered that sober night in Brunei.
Despite Damian being a year older, you never really went anywhere without him.
Damian took over as Robin and you as Batgirl.
The two of you did everything together, including your verbal assaults on the rest of the Batfamily.
“We shouldn’t let the zombie plan a coordinated attack against the rogues.” You gestured towards Jason as you all stood in the batcave around the computer.
Jason gawked at you, about to open his mouth when Damian pointed his batblade at Jason’s abdomen.
“Have you gotten your head checked since you’ve been back?”
This of course shuts Jason up, he knew better than to argue with both of you present.
When one or both of you were in trouble, Bruce would confuse your names.
“Dami--Y/N, we don’t stab major arteries.”
“Well, they’re still breathing, aren’t they?”
Somehow this always resulted in the both of you getting grounded.
You both helped each other escape, and would usually go patrolling by yourselves when this happened.
Somehow though, it always resulted in you both fleeing hairy situations or being bailed out by other Batfamily members.
“Y/N, I told you to hold him accountable.”
“You said to not let him do anything stupid. I have concluded that my brother is not stupid.”
However when patrol wasn’t involved and you both were just relaxing at the manor or school, you were quite competitive with your studies.
“I got an A+ on the History exam.”
“Oh congratulations, Dami, you remember basic knowledge.” You would quip.
“Father, I have an A+ in psychology. Now wouldn’t that be far more beneficial in our line of work?”
“You both did very well, I’m proud of you.”
“BUT WHO DID BETTER?!” You both would call after him.
No matter how competitive you both were with each other, you never failed to team up against your adopted siblings.
“This is supposed to be one-on-one sparring, Y/N!” Tim would hiss as he nursed the bloody lip you gave him during his sparring session with Damian.
“I couldn’t help myself, you have such a punchable face.”
Dick took the sparring staff out of your hands trying to contain his laughter. “I think that’s enough for today you two.”
Despite how blunt you could be with your other siblings, they would still protect and defend you both forever.
They knew that you guys were a package deal, wherever Damian went, you were right beside him. Helping your father on the streets of Gotham.
“Are the trouble twins in today?” Jason took a swig of beer as Alfred patched him up in the batcave.
“They were touring colleges with Master Bruce, Master Jason.” Alfred knowing exactly who he was referring to. “Master Damian and Mistress Y/N are actually a year apart.”
“Shit, really? You’d think they were those little shits in the shining if you put Damian into a dress and pigtails.”
“Children of the corn might be the better reference, sir.”
Jason’s laughter did not fail to rip open his new stitches.
“Anyone home?” Duke had come looking for Bruce, running into Titus’s annoyed face. “Hi Titus, is Bruce home?”
“Thomas.” Your voices spoke in unison startling the young boy, and you swore he jumped a bit when he saw the two of you standing at the end of the hall.
“Holy mother of the shining--Damian, Y/N! Don’t scare me like that!” Duke gasped.
“Children of the corn.” Dick corrected as he patted Duke on the shoulder heading towards the batcave with Barbara.
“What?”
“They’re not twins.” Barbara explained with a small chuckle before shouting up to them. “Come on double trouble, we need all hands on deck!”
You turned to Damian with a mischievous glint in your eyes. “I’m faster!” You shout at one another before rushing towards the batcave.
Summary: Reader accidentally moaned Larry’s name when Flex Mentallo stretched the wrong muscle and is confronted by him
Pairing: Larry Trainor x Male!Reader
Warning(s): Mentions of sex and climax, no actual smut, curse words.
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You didn’t know how to look him in the eye, or well the goggles.
Not since Flex Mentallo accidentally flexed the wrong muscle.
It had been a few weeks since you had defeated Mr. Nobody and since everything had died down, you were free to avoid Larry like the plague.
“Oh, Y/N, just talk to him. We all reached climax together, it can’t get much stranger than that.” Rita assured you.
“You didn’t fucking moan for Larry to fuck you, did you Rita? Right, no you fucking didn’t. He did, that’s why he’s avoiding him.” Cliff chuckled, since finding out the truth about the Chief, this slip-up of yours had been his main source of entertainment. Jane said he wouldn’t stop laughing about it when they were all small.
It had just been you and Larry left big, considering your abilities to absorb energy, the radiation from the blast and from Larry did not affect you.
Embarrassed, you fled the living room and went up to your room before anyone could say anything else.
“Hi Y/N!”
“Hi, Dorothy, excuse me, but I just have to head to my room.”
“Oh, okay.” She nodded, stepping out of the way to head to your room. Dorothy was really sweet, you just didn’t want to spend any time in place for too long or you’d run into--
Larry
Turning the corner into your hallway just as he was stepping out of your room.
“Y/N--” Your eyes widened as you slipped inside your bedroom before he could say anything else.
Maybe he would just walk away?
The knocks at your door assured you that he wasn’t going to let you ignore him anymore.
“Larry. I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to...” You paused, trying to find a better way to phrase it.
“Moan my name when Flex had us all coming?” He asked through the door and your head hit the back of it, sighing.
“Yeah that.” You unlock the door, letting him in as he stepped inside and closed the door. He locked the door behind him and your eyebrows furrowed together. “Larry?”
“I want to be with you.” He stated, turning back around and pulling you into a deep kiss.
His back was to you, a sigh left his lips as he removed his big coat. Dropping it to the floor to look at you. “I’ve known you for fifty years, Y/N. If I had known that you felt about me the way that I feel about you, I would have done this sooner.”
“But you haven’t been with anyone since John.”
Your moans wouldn’t be the only ones that the manor heard tonight.
Summary: Reader is a new addition to the Titans and is wondering why she’s the only one that has private training sessions with Dick.
Pairing: Dick Grayson x Female!Reader
Warning(s): Curse Words
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You were new to the Titans after helping them take down Trigon, your abilities of premonition and clairvoyance allowing you to be able to find them and tell Rachel exactly how she took down her dad.
They were in awe of you, but none more exceptionally than Dick.
He was determined to take you back to the tower and train you along with the others.
You were only a few years younger than him, but he felt that the team would greatly benefit with you there.
At least that was what he kept saying when your smile left him breathless. When your laughter filled the room and helped him forget, for a moment, all the worries of that day.
That was why he had to train you in private, of course.
You had only a basic understanding of combat, and he wanted you to be prepared.
Which is why you had to wake up at the brink of dawn to train solely with him while the other Titans slept.
You didn’t think much of it until the topic graced your conversation with Rachel and Gar.
“When are your trainings scheduled? Mine are always so early.” You had yawned, graciously taking the latte that Rachel had picked up from the cafe with Dick.
“What is she talking about?” Jason asked, heading to the fridge behind the island. “We all train together.”
“Wait--”
“Yeah we have sparring at the same time each day.” Rachel shrugged taking a bit out of her blueberry muffin.
“Everything okay, Y/N/N?” Gar asked, he grew concerned at the confusion in your tone and the unsure look on your face.
“Yeah, fine. Must’ve been a dream, then.” You shrugged, the hot contents on your latte burning the tip of your tongue.
You were determined to get to the bottom of it.
So now you were sparring with Dick in the training room.
He was teaching you to wield a bo staff, his signature weapon.
Dick was highly skilled in combat, and currently the only thing preventing you from already being flat on your face was your powers of premonition, able to block his moves.
When he realized you were using your powers, he made you wear metahuman cuffs so that you would fully train yourself.
Now two months later, and you were not even halfway to kicking his ass.
However, your lack of control tipped him off that you were distracted.
“Everything okay?” He asked, your bo staffs clanging together as you blocked his hits.
It became rhythmic in the way you two stepped around each other, almost choreographed.
“I’m fine.” You huffed, whacking his staff, but he blocked you once more. It was becoming frustrating.
He noted the anger in your tone, how you haven’t been speaking, or smiling since you walked in.
You were upset with him.
“Why am I the only one here, Dick?”
“Y/N, I can explain.” He sighed, knowing exactly what you were referring to. “You need the more concentrated training.”
“Bullshit, and the kids you’re training don’t?”
You charged at him, the staffs banging off of one another as he held a more defensive stance. You attempted a leg sweep, but he blocked you with the bow staff, hitting you in the back of the knee to knock you down.
“Just admit why you’re really doing this!” You huffed, catching him by surprise as you jab him in the stomach to stand back on your feet.
He’s taken aback, but not fully off balance as he switches to a more offensive position, you block him, your eyebrows creasing your forehead lines, yep you were still angry.
You went for another whack, before the staff spun out of your hands, Dick whacking it the floor. His legs locking you in place from behind as he pressed himself against you.
He gripped the staff tightly against your neck, your breath hitching in your throat.
“I’m just trying to teach you.”
You turned your cheek to him, his hot breath fanning your neck.
Your y/e/c eyes meet his, locking him in. “So, teach me.” The breathiness in your voice softening it, but he could still hear you. Smiling as his lips crashed to yours. You heard his staff hit the mats as he embraced you, hand flying to your exposed waist. Your hearts fluttering as if they had been touched by the sun.
Forbidden Feelings (Obi-Wan x Gender Neutral!Reader)
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Summary: Obi-Wan confesses his feelings for you.
Pairing: Obi-Wan x Gender Neutral!Reader
Warning(s): None, just some fluff.
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Obi-Wan didn’t know how to go about asking you out at first
He had never done it before, and he also didn’t know what you would say
He couldn’t ask for advice, per say, considering it went against the Jedi code.
He also didn’t count on Anakin overhearing him practice in his quarters.
“Your grace--no Y/N, would you do me the honor? No not honor, pleasure? That’s a bit too forward--”
“Master? Their expecting us at the temple.” Anakin couldn’t hide the smirk on his face at what he had just heard.
“Yes, be right there, Anakin!”
Anakin did not waste a second to inform Padmé of Obi-Wan’s feelings.
It was the biggest gossip between them to date, Obi-Wan was in love with someone.
Now who would that be? You of course.
And you were blissfully unaware.
You were under the impression that Obi-Wan was a strictly by the book Jedi.
You were also unaware of how much of a casanova Obi-Wan was, especially in his padawan days.
Padmé had tried to keep it from you, until she had blurted it out one day.
You were her senatorial advisor and close friend from growing up in Naboo, meeting Obi-Wan when he was still Qui-Gon’s padawan during the invasion.
Now here you were completely in shock by what Padmé had spilled.
“Oh forgive me, Y/N.” She pleaded. “I just could not contain my excitement.”
“Pad, how do you even know this is true? He’s the most loyal jedi I know.” You scoffed at her.
It couldn’t be true...could it?
Obi-Wan Freaking Kenobi had (at least some) feelings for you?
“You just have to trust me, and my reliable sources.” She was giddy, something hidden behind your eyes that you couldn’t quite place.
How would it even work, if it were true?
Padmé left you alone to think as she went down to the senate chambers with Jar Jar and Senator Organa.
It wasn’t long before there was a knock at your door.
You dusted off your robes as you answered the door, smiling at the Jedi Master on the other side.
“Obi-Wan, what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?”
“Hello, your grace. May I speak with you for a minute?”
“Of course, General, please come in.”
He seemed like his thoughts were running a mile a minute, his eyes flitting around the sitting room, as he stroked his beard thoughtfully.
“I have been debating how to approach this subject. How to present it to you.”
Your eyebrows furrowed together, concern evident in your expression as you go to sit by him on the couch.
“Is everything alright?”
“Well, I won’t truly know yet.”
“How’s that?”
He took your hand in his, the calluses on his hand evident from his time as a Jedi. The strength, but wear that his lightsaber caused.
“No matter how this turns out, I will continue to have the utmost respect for you, but I beg of you, to keep what is said between us.”
“Undoubtedly.” You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Obi-Wan please tell me what’s wrong. You’re scaring me.”
“Y/N, I am here for you...always.”
“And I you, unconditionally.”
You and him had bonded beyond your original comprehension over the years you had known him.
Next to Padmé, he was your closest friend.
You realized that this was not a typical moment of confiding between you.
Not when he placed his hand on your cheek, caressing it. He couldn’t contain the moment of shock when you leaned into his palm. A sigh fell from your lips as you were embraced by his actions.
It was warm, kind, familiar.
Your y/e/c eyes met his, your mouth breaking into a smile.
“I would do anything to see you smile as brightly as your are now. To see you smile like this each day. To bring that smile to your face as often as I can. If you’ll let me, Y/N/N.”
Unorthodox Training (Derek Hale x Gender Neutral!Reader)
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Summary: You seek out Derek to train you.
Pairing: Derek Hale x Gender Neutral!Reader
Warning(s): None
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Derek wouldn’t want to train you at first
He didn’t want to hurt you
He would play it off as you not being skilled enough
This pissed you off, of course
You even went to complain to Allison about it
“He thinks that I’m this fragile thing, so what if I’m human? I can still kick his ass!”
To be fair, you wanted him to train you to better defend yourself, but Allison had to admit: you were scrappy.
“Why don’t you just have Scott train you?”
“He already said no.”
This wasn’t true, you had thought about asking Scott, but better self defense wasn’t the only reason you wanted to train alongside Derek.
“Please, they don’t want to get inside Scott’s pants.” Lydia had quipped,overhearing your conversation.
“He just doesn’t want you to get hurt, Y/N.”
This was also apart of your plot to get Derek Hale to fall in love with you.
Or in Lydia’s words, be absolutely railed by him.
So here you were, banging on the loft door at five in the morning.
He was half-naked answering the door, a groggy look to support his sourwolf glare.
His eyes immediately softened at the sight of you
“Y/N, it’s late--”
You didn’t really give him a response when you drop kicked him in the stomach.
He fell back, eyes widening.
“What the hell, Y/N?”
“Come on, fight back!”
“I’m not fighting you!”
He was persistent in his defense, only blocking your hits as you utilized what skills you did have.
You tried a spinning kick on him, but he saw it coming, grabbing you by your thigh, this caused you to pause.
Your y/e/c eyes locking with his green ones.
Derek made the mistake of thinking that you would stop now, but when his grip on your leg loosened, you went in for a leg sweep.
Climbing ontop of him to straddle his waist, you smirked
“You’re holding back, it’s pissing me off.” You whisper into his ear as you pin him down.
You couldn’t read the expression on his face.
“You don’t take no for an answer, do you?” He smirked, flipping himself ontop of you.
He had even wolfed out, roaring in your face as he pinned you down. (see GIF above)
You have to admit that your heartbeat picked up in surprise, but you weren’t scared.
You had seen all of the packs wolf forms, and had your fair share of encounters with unfriendly werewolves.
“Why are you chasing this? You’ll get yourself killed!” He was angry, and yet he could not understand why you were smiling.
“You’re worried about me.” You laughed, your bright smile melting Derek’s face back to its human form.
He had now become very much aware of him straddling your waist, pinning you down by your wrists, and a mischievous glint in your eyes.
“I don’t worry about anyone else the way I worry about you.”
Your breath hitches in your throat as he leans down to you.
You both study one another, and it’s as if he’s asking permission when his eyes lock with yours, your heart beating so fast it might make his ears bleed.
“Kiss me.” Your voice was fragile, but sure.
And he did, his lips crashing to yours in a warm envelope of desire.
The kiss sent a swarm of butterflies into his stomach, his heart boasting full.
Okay but, Dick going from having one little brother to suddenly having three !!
Bruce realizing he would die for Damian the second he lays his eyes on him !!
Tim learning to be a big brother for the first time !!!
I need the new season of Young justice like right now !!
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It would be everyone for themselves
And they would have to do it on a night that Bruce was away.
Not on patrol in Gotham--NO
Like trying to stop another apocalypse with the Justice League.
And instead of helping him and the league out the batfam was deeply engulfed in a strategic and black-ops level paintball game in the manor.
Where's Alfred? Watching everything from the batcave, because he's the referee and has plenty of snacks and refreshments for those that get out.
"No Mistress Cassandra, you can't aim for the head."
It took awhile to determine a prize until they realized that bragging rights with their egos was a prize enough.
Alfred wasn't helping to deescalate their scheme much either. He had helped to transform the manor into a woodsy theme and the boys all had to use the nightvision in their respective helmets and masks.
He did advise them not to wear their suits in case of patrol, which was responsible
Naturally, Dick was the first one out. He thoughts Babs and him had formed an alliance, but like previously mentioned:
"EVERYONE FOR THEMSELVES, SORRY!"
Babs was actually doing amazing considering that she was in a wheelchair and had to make herself vulnerable for a bit just to get around.
To be fair she did guilt Tim into not shooting her.
"Come on, Tim, you wouldn't shoot a girl in a wheelchair would you?"
So Damian popped out of his hiding spot in the vents and shot her right in the leg.
Tim wasn't able to retaliate, so instead he avoided the vents and went back to the hunt.
And he was jittery from all the caffeine he drank before this, so his aim was off.
Dick was mad at Babs at first, and Jason laughed at him as he made his way to the batcave, running to hide when Dick gave away his position.
"JASON'S IN THE DINING ROOM!"
"MOTHERFUCKER!"
Considering that guns are now a staple with the Red Hood, you'd think that Jason would win this game
But he was too busy laughing at Dick getting out first that he didn't hear Cass sneak up and shoot him in the back of the knee.
"WHAT THE FU-"
She was gone before Jason even finished his curse word.
Dick opened the door to the batcave smirking at Jason.
"Bat caught your tongue?"
"Fuck off."
Soon enough it was down to Damian, Cass, and Tim.
Stephanie had been taken out by Cass early on, and Duke was taken out by Tim.
The losers gathered around Alfred with the popcorn, soda, and alcohol that he had laid out for them.
Bets were being placed on the remaining candidates.
Despite avoiding the vents, Damian had changed his strategy and had shot Tim from ontop the banister near the foyer.
"Nice try Drake. I have proven to be the superior."
"Whatever Damian."
"It's only natural, considering I'm the--"
And that's when Cass fell from the chandelier, shooting Damian in the stomach mid way.
"BET ON CASS, BITCHES!" Stephanie screamed.
She shared her winnings with Cass of course.
Cass beamed at Damian proudly and he stomped away angrily towards the batcave.
The rest of them swarmed out of the batcave, embracing Cass, Jason hoisting her onto his shoulders when the door opens.
All of them, deer caught in headlights. Covered in paint, along with most of the house, or more currently the foyer.
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This was not how this night was supposed to go. How would you ever overcome the undying humiliation of tonight? You had been so excited to try on the gift that Jason had gotten you, that you didn’t bother to ask why the new lingerie came with a remote, one that you tossed in your clutch to ask him about later. This was also partly due to you rushing out of the house to Jason’s car, because you were both very late. Add that to the list of poor first impressions that you would be making on his family.
The two of you had been dating for almost six months now, and while you had met Dick and Jason’s best friend, Roy, you still hadn’t met the rest of his family. There really wasn’t any reasoning behind this, you both had very busy lives. Both of you set on making the world a better place by exposing Gotham’s corruption. You were an up and coming journalist for The Gotham Times, while Jason was a--well he told you he was a military contractor for Wayne Enterprises, but you always do your own background checks. You sort of stopped digging after the news headlines saying that he was dead, if he wanted to tell you then he would tell you. Besides, you were too in love with him to care.
According to Dick and Roy, his family has been dying to meet you. You had to admit that you were nervous, but determined to make the best first impression that you could. You would be meeting Bruce fucking Wayne. Despite the assurances that Jason gave you that Bruce was a regular guy, you still could not contain your excitement. Both as a journalist, but also as a longtime resident of Gotham. Vicki Vale would have a field day with you. You had even begged Jason to help you pick out something to wear that would both suit his sexual fantasies, but be modest enough to meet his father, and Alfred Pennyworth. Caretaker and grandfather-adjacent.
Of course you had decided on a crimson cocktail dress. Just enough opening in the chest to give Jason the perfect eye-view of your cleavage, but not enough to make you feel uncomfortable to meet his family. Jason didn’t want to bombard you with all of his family just yet, especially considering that you didn’t know about his vigilantism. So he strictly requested that the guest list at tonight’s family dinner only be anyone legally adopted by Bruce Wayne (and Damian of course).
This came to the rundown of everyone that would be there tonight. That was expected to be there tonight, at least. Jason did warn you that their jobs tended to keep them very busy, and his family might be called away to handle their respective responsibilities. You understood this of course, you were very familiar with being on call. Especially in Gotham.
Dick Grayson was a former Detective in Bludhaven, and you had met him at least three times over the course of being with Jason. Tim Drake worked at Wayne Enterprises and did something corporate-wise that Jason didn’t care enough about to explain it to you. Damian Wayne was the only biological son of Bruce Wayne and was currently in his senior year of high school. Jason informed you that he could be a smart-ass and bluntly rude. The last one that would be attending was Cassandra Cain. Jason said that she didn’t talk very much as she was raised to be mute, and only spoke in small increments when comfortable.
Your mouth gaped at the sight in front of you. The grandiose gate before you held all the secrets of wealth within the “W” centered in it. You could feel his blue eyes on you, your face was a mixture of emotions. Nervous, excited, and--did your underwear just vibrate? You shake the thought away, blaming it on your nerves as you turn towards your boyfriend.
“You ready?” He asks, waving up to the security camera outside the gate as it opened. He glanced back at your soft face, unable to contain the smile he got from looking at you so in awe. You did not grow up like this, in fact your family had never had a house of their own. Seeing the mansion that the man you called your boyfriend had spent several years of his life baffled you. Of course you had seen pictures of Wayne Manor, but never did you think that you would be a guest. You reached for his hand, giving him an assuring squeeze as he continued down the driveway towards the manor.
When Jason pulled into the parking area in the front of the manor you could make out four shadowy figures standing by the curb. Your back instantly straightened when Jason came to a stop. “I told them to meet us inside.” He groaned, placing the car in park. You were thanking the heavens that the glass was tinted so that they couldn’t see into the car, because the butterflies were coming in swarms in the pit of your stomach now. Taking a deep breath, you turned towards Jason. A glare forming on your face when you notice his amused expression.
“Y/N, you look amazing, how are you?”
You opened your mouth to speak being interrupted by his lips on yours, silencing your thoughts. The feeling of his hand on your cheek as he pulled you closer. “Knock ‘em dead, beautiful.” His smirk sent a warm boost of motivation your way as he parted from you, and climbed out of the car.
After a few seconds of mental motivation, you followed suit, reaching for the car door handle when it opened for you. Jason standing at your door, outstretching his hand for you to take as you climbed out. You prayed that your smile wasn’t too awkward or seemed unhappy. Jason brought you over to meet the figures you noticed earlier. Dick was a familiar face, which eased you a bit as you pulled him into a small embrace.
“I’m great, it’s good to see you.” You beamed. You could already feel the eyeroll from Jason behind you. What could you say? You enjoyed any time you got to spend with Jason’s older brother. Next was Tim, who held a more shocked expression as he looked at you. Jason had to be the one to introduce him, as he was shaking your hand, but his mouth was hung open. “It’s nice to meet you, Tim. I’m Y/N.”
“You’re with him?” A laugh didn’t fail to escape your red lips as you dropped your handshake from Tim to press Jason back with your right hand, sending him a warning look before showing a gracious smile to Tim.
“For six months now, yes.” You giggle and immediately feel Jason soften at the sound of your laugh. Next their was Damian Wayne who glanced at you in a way that made you feel like you were under examination. “You must be Damian.”
One of his hands was cradling his chin as he took your hand, eyeing you quizzically before placing a kiss to your knuckles, your eyes widening. Now that was definitely unexpected. “Todd, I’m impressed. Now I’m done waiting here for you imbeciles, I’ll be inside. Y/N, pleasure.”
And with that he walked straight into the mansion without another word. Your eyebrows knitted together as you turned towards Jason, his mouth hung agape, along with the rest of his brothers. A tug on your arm made you realize you had almost forgotten someone. Cassandra. She was smiling at you, it was small, and seemingly shy, but excited? You extend your hand to her with a small smile and she takes it, her smile brightening.
“Hi Cassandra, my name is Y/N.” I gesture towards Jason. “I told Jay that you were the sibling I was most excited to meet.”
She shook her head pointing to herself and your eyebrows furrowed until she said. “Cass.” You nodded in understanding, repeating her nickname until she gestured to you. “Y/N. J-lover.”
You could see why everyone in this family was so charming and mannerful. The way he carried himself from the top of the stairs to meet you in the foyer echoed a confidence you could only dream of. You felt Jason’s hand squeeze yours and you mentally cursed at how clammy they had become. Bruce’s smile radiated the room, but you could tell by the way Jason tensed next to you that this was a rare occurrence. He had told you many stories of Bruce’s stoic--or in his terms, resting bitch face.
“Well...she’s not wrong.” You heard Jason mutter behind you, you smiled as she released your hand following Tim inside. That was when you playfully whacked his arm, before taking his head and walking up the steps to the manor’s entrance with Dick leading you two in. Upon entering the house, you entered the grand foyer. Greeted by a man whose face has graced many Gotham media covers and stations.
Bruce fucking Wayne.
“Y/N L/N.” Bruce grinned, extended his hand to shake yours and you met it with a firm grip. Tucking your clutch underneath your armpit. You swallowed your saliva as you shook his hand. Giving what Jason considered to be your breathtaking smile, beaming at Gotham’s wealthiest bachelor. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’ve heard great things.”
“Mr. Wayne, it’s lovely to meet you as well.”
A flex of your armpit sent a jolt up your cervix, catching you by surprise. This resulted in you jolting forward a bit, Bruce now shaking Jason’s hand, as they turned to you. You cleared your throat to throw attention off of the present fluctuation occurring by your pussy. What the literal fuck was going on? “Y/N/N, are you okay?” Jason asked and you nodded, already feeling your cheeks heat up. Running away to examine yourself before dinner was not a part of your goal to make a good first impression.
Removing the clutch from your armpit provided a relief from the sensual feeling emerging below. Bruce had excused himself to head to the dining room, when Alfred came to meet you both in the foyer, briefly as he was finishing up in the kitchen. He was excited to meet you, but he had to tend to something in the oven. This gave you a moment to turn to Jason.
“Are you feeling okay? You just jumped out of nowhere.” I nod assuring him, considering the feeling subsided, it shouldn’t be that big of deal to draw attention to.
“I’m fine, I think it was just the nerves.” You lie, wanting to find a better time to excuse yourself to the bathroom to sort whatever was going on with you, out. Unfortunately he can read you like an open book, but for the sake of tonight, he just pushed it aside to discuss later. You followed him to the dining room where everyone was already seated and you had gotten a seat between Tim and Jason. Dick was across from Tim, Cass was across from Tim, and Damian was across from Jason. Bruce sat at the head of the table between Damian and Jason and once Alfred brought the courses in, he was to sit at the other end near Damian and Tim.
“Oh Miss Y/N, let me grab your purse, I’ll put it by the coat rack for you.” You handed him the clutch with a small smile of gratitude as he left the room briefly before coming back to take his seat on the opposite end of Bruce. You thanked him as everyone was looking eagerly at Bruce. Judging by context clues, they were waiting for him to make the first move to eat. Once he began to cut into the steak dinner that Alfred had made, the knives and forks clattered around you to also begin their descent on their plates. You smiled lightly as you began to dig in yourself when a buzz whipped up your folds, making you tighten your grip on the fork and knife.
A gasp passed your lips as a pulsating throb began in your pussy. You could feel Jason’s eyes on you, growing concerned as he noticed you weren’t looking anywhere but at your plate. “So, Y/N.” You’re eyes fluttered to Bruce, hoping your breathing was normal as you shifted in your seat. “How did you two meet?”
You cleared your throat, focusing on the sentence. “Jason l-loves to tell this story, right Jay?” You practically moan, shoving several pieces of steak in your mouth to avoid speaking. “This is oh...s-so good..” Your boyfriend’s eyes widened at the sound of your moan. For some reason his girlfriend of six months was getting turned on at the dinner table in front of his siblings and he didn’t know what to do. Jason had to distract them, mentally cursing himself as he opened his mouth to speak.
“It’s not that exciting of a story. Dick, how’re things in Bludhaven?” This diverted the attention from you for a while while several whimpers fell from your lips as you squeezed your legs together. You couldn’t take this anymore. Jason placed his hand on your thigh leaning towards you.
“Why are you moaning?” That’s when it hit you. The lingerie, Jason had gotten you vibrating panties. Your eyes widened, gripping his arm tight as you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning into his ear, your breathing heavy.
“Fuck.” You moan holding tightly on his arm. His body shielding you from seeing Bruce or Damian. “Lingerie. I’m...s-so wet, Ja--ah!”
“What--you’re wearing them right now? Where’s the remote?” He whispered through gritted teeth. He was struggling to contain himself at the breathiness in your moans. Fuck, the remote, you gave your clutch to Alfred.
“Clutch.” You managed to get out, focusing on containing your breaths, your body felt so hot. There was no doubt that you were so close to your climax. Jason grabbed your wrist pulling you from the table, surprising everyone at the sudden action.
“We have to go. Thank you for dinner, Alfred.” He nodded towards the lovable butler. Then he nodded at everyone else, still shielding you from everyone. “Bruce, Dick, everyone, it’s good to see you.”
Without another explanation, despite numerous protests Jason rushed you to the exit near the coat rack where your clutch was, but it appeared to be open. Two feet away was Titus, Damian’s dog. He was chewing aggressively on the remote currently causing you to moan in pleasure. Your hand flying to your mouth as your knees grow weak. Jason steadied you by the door before wrestling the remote from Titus, who would’ve bit him if Jason didn’t move quickly. Jason shut the remote off, taking the batteries out for extra precaution as he handed you your clutch and rushed you out the door.
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Jason put you in the car and he raced out of Wayne Manor, speeding down the street before pulling down a trail by the woods. Once he parked you turned to him in confusion before he pulled you into a kiss. It was heated and you could tell by his eagerness that he was just as horny. Considering that he cut your climax off before you could get there, so were you. You felt your dress skirt ride up as Jason pulled the troublesome panties down smirking against your lips at the feel of your soaked pussy.
Your breath hitched in your throat as he began to tease your clit, eliciting a louder moan. One you were grateful to let loose without worrying about his family. “Couldn’t let the panties have all the fun, now can we?” He huffed, moving his attention to your neck as he started on your neck. Sucking until his lips popped off your pulse, bound to leave a mark. He quickened his fingers pace, removing your panties completely as he inserted his ring and middle finger inside you. “Fuck me, Y/N/N. You’re so wet for me, huh?”
All you could do in response was whimper a small hum in agreement. Your vision was so blurred as his fingers fucked you deep in your soul. The car seat you were in flattened back, causing a laughter of surprise to fall from your lips as Jason climbed on top of you fully. You sat up to help unbuckle his suit. He had gotten all dressed up for you, a white button down tucked into some black dress pants and dress shoes that he had borrowed from Dick. His shirt was not buttoned all the way, exposing his chest.
“Y/N, fuck--you have no idea what you do to me.” And with that final thrust you climaxed, your eyes fluttering open as your body convulsed, releasing a warm euphoric feeling all over his cock, and the passenger seat of his car. You didn’t have a chance to catch your breath as Jason’s grip on your hips tightened and he continued to ram into you with this newfound stamina. His breath quickening and his moans of your name growing louder.
The belt was now somewhere else in his car, as he lowered his pants and boxers underneath you enough to ready himself at your entrance. You laid back down as he pumped himself, groaning as he was already so hard. It had taken you a few times to get used to Jason’s size, but now your pussy called itself the expert. You gasped, as he rubbed his cock up against your pussy, he smiled at the effect he had on you. How easy you unfolded beneath him.
You jolted back when Jason slammed into you, thrusting deep inside you. It didn’t take him long to find the right spot and stick to it. His grunts and moans harmonizing with your screams and gasps. “Fuck, Jay, oh--” Your vision began to blur as he picked up his speed, moving his hands down to your clit to rub it agonizingly slow. Thus increasing your pleasure.
You caressed his arm, looking up at him as you moaned breathily, “Come for me, Jason.” A look of relief flashes across his face as his own euphoria engulfs him. He pulls out of you, climbing over to the driver’s side partly to take a breath.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Y/N L/N.” He chuckled. “I can’t believe you wore those tonight.” You weakly smacked him on the arm as you pulled the car seat back into place.
“You bought me lingerie, you rarely buy me clothes--I got excited.” Your y/e/c eyes widened, looking at him, running your hands down your face. “Oh no! I totally ruined it tonight.”
He could tell you were upset, especially knowing how badly you wanted to make a good first impression. “No one noticed, I got you out before they did.”
“Are you sure?”
“I love you too, beautiful.”
“I’ll just tell them you were nauseous.” He shrugged, buttoning up his pants, gesturing for you to put your seatbelt on. “If they ask what happened.”
“I love you.” You say before leaning over the console to kiss him as he started the car again.
And Jason would tell you any lie you needed to hear in order to be able to meet face to face with his family again. Even if it meant making his siblings take a blood oath not to mention it. If they didn’t, there were always second impressions...right?
[I would like to preface that I have the right and authority to not fulfill requests that make me uncomfortable, or that I consider to be harmful on Tumblr.]
Request:
Fluffy, Angsty, or Spicy
One-Shots, Headcanons, or Drabbles
Fics (will take longer, but can also be requested)
All characters can be requested via ask if not already on masterlist (see objections below)
I’m usually comfortable when writing about certain kinks (kinks that I refuse to write about are listed below)
Do Not Request:
Underage characters
Pedophilia
Incest (this includes adopted siblings, like the Batboys)
Intense Angst (canon not included)
Excessive Gore/Violence (canon not included)
Obviously NonCon
Prompts
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