featuring: dick grayson, jason todd, bruce wayne, stephanie brown, wally west, diana prince
warnings: suggestive (jason todd, wally west), fluff, crack
a/n: cant believe this is my first time writing for women when i've BEEN gay af
+18 giving tim drake a hand job and eating stephanie brown out at the same time ˚.✦
You don’t care about how you ended in his situation, you might be in heaven already, maybe in hell, but you do not give a fuck about it because somehow, the stars aligned in a way that made you end up sandwiched between the hottest couple of your University. Tim Drake has you on his bed, your back pressed to his chest while he takes his time kissing your neck. Stephanie is in front of you, kissing your lips at the same time that she fumbles with the button of your jeans.
A couple of minutes later you’re only on your bra and panties, both of them stop practically at the same time. “Can you get up for us, baby? We wanna see you good,” Stephanie asks, giving a soft slap in your inner thigh, making you wish she was slapping your cunt instead.
Tim looks at you with pleading eyes, eyelashes battling, that’s enough to convince you to get up, turning on your heels to face them, hands clasped in front of you. “Please, please, drop your hands to the sides,” Tim asks, he always sounds like he’s begging even though you know it’s an order.
You let your hands rest on your sides, revealing the obvious wet patch in your panties. You stand there, heart hammering in your chest, while Tim and Stephanie sit on the edge of the bed just watching you. The way their eyes drag over your body makes your skin burn but your hands stay obediently at your sides like Tim asked, and that only makes the wet spot on your panties more obvious. It’s soaked through, the fabric clinging to you.
“Fuck, look at her,” Stephanie says first, tilting her head as she bites her lower lip. She talks like you’re not even standing right there. “She’s dripping already. That little wet patch is so cute, I bet she’s aching.”
Tim leans forward, elbows on his knees, eyes glued between your legs. “She really is. So hot and messy for us. Don’t you wanna pull those panties to the side and see how shiny she is?”
Your face heats up even more, thighs pressing together without thinking. But they just keep going.
Stephanie laughs softly, reaching out to trace a finger along your hip without actually touching the spot you need. “Fuck yes, imagine her trying to stay quiet while I suck on her clit. Tim, you could hold her down for me.”
“Mmm, yeah,” Tim agrees, he looks up at your face for a second before his gaze drops back down. “I’d love to finger her while you kiss her. She’s already so wet I bet two fingers would slide right in. Maybe three.”
Stephanie hums in approval and finally stands up, circling behind you, her hands settle on your waist. “What can we do with her first… maybe she has to earn our attention first.”
You whimper, the words hitting you straight between the legs. Tim stands too, stepping close in front of you so you’re sandwiched again. He cups your chin gently, thumb brushing your bottom lip.
“Think she likes it when we talk about her like that,” he whispers, eyes dark. “Look how much wetter she’s getting.”
Stephanie presses a kiss to your shoulder, her hand sliding down to cup your ass. “Then let’s start playing with our pretty girl.”
Tim pulls you into a deep kiss while Stephanie gets rid of her own clothes, while Tim devours you, you really want to watch Stephanie undress. She has a gorgeous way of moving, she’s quickly just in her underwear, circling around Tim and you to get on the bed. She jumps to lay on the bed, making enough noise for you and Tim to end the kiss.
“Tim, you’re overdressed again. Please,” Stephanie demands, clicking her tongue. Tim huffs a laugh like it’s a private joke between them, he quickly removes all his clothes and lays next to Stephanie.
“You can get on the bed too, sweetheart,” Tim tells you, raising his hand for you to grab.
His cock is long and pretty, pink at the tip and with a few veins going around the shaft, he’s not exactly girthy, but compensates it with the length. Stephanie already revealed her pretty pussy to your, her clit is bigger than you expected, throbbing and reddened, she’s a pink slightly deeper than Tim’s tip, and while he’s clean shaven, she has a full and curly bush that is asking you to bury your head between her legs.
You swallow hard, eyes flicking between them as they lay there looking so perfect. Stephanie spreads her legs a little wider, showing off that pretty pussy with the curly bush, her clit already swollen and begging for attention. Tim’s cock twitches against his stomach, long and flushed.
Stephanie smirks at you, propping herself up on her elbows. “Here’s the deal, baby. You don’t get our hands or mouths on you until you make both of us cum. Think you can handle that?”
You nod quickly, already crawling onto the bed. The ache between your own legs only gets worse, but the thought of pleasing them first makes you even wetter. You settle between Stephanie’s thighs first, kissing her soft skin before you lean in and drag your tongue up her slit. She tastes warm and a little sweet, her bush tickling your nose as you bury your face deeper.
“Good girl,” Stephanie moans, one hand sliding into your hair. “Just like that. Fuck, you look so cute with your face in my pussy.”
At the same time you reach for Tim, wrapping your fingers around his length. He’s already leaking at the tip. You stroke him a few times before leaning over and taking him into your mouth, sucking gently on the head while your tongue swirls around it.
“Shit… oh my god,” Tim whines immediately, his hips jerking up. His voice cracks a little and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. “Your mouth feels so–so good… please don’t stop.”
Stephanie chuckles softly, guiding your head with her hand as you try to work both of them. “Suck him a little deeper, sweetheart. He loves that. And don’t forget to finger me, mhm, you’re doing so well for us.”
You moan around Tim’s cock, the vibration making him whimper again. He’s such a whiny mess already, one hand fisting the sheets while the other hovers like he wants to touch you. “I’m not gonna last… your tongue is too much. Steph, she’s sucking me so good.”
“Focus, baby,” Stephanie tells you, her voice breathy as she rocks her hips against your mouth. “Curl your fingers up a li… yes, nghh fuck. You’re such a quick learner.”
You do exactly what she says, sliding two fingers into her tight heat while you bob your head on Tim’s cock, taking him deeper each time. Tim keeps making these pretty little sounds, gasping and whining your name every few seconds. Stephanie’s grip in your hair tightens, praising you the whole time.
“Keep going, you’re gonna make me cum first if you keep hitting that spot. Look at our pretty girl working so hard for us.”
Your jaw starts to ache but you don’t care. You pull off Tim’s cock with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting your lips to the tip. He lets out a desperate whine at the loss, hips twitching like he’s trying not to beg out loud. Stephanie’s hand tightens in your hair, gently but firmly guiding you back between her thighs.
“Back to me, baby,” she says. “I want that pretty mouth on my pussy again, Tim can wait his turn.”
You bury your face back into her, licking and sucking on her swollen clit while your tongue dips inside her. She tastes even wetter now, her juices coating your chin. At the same time you reach over and wrap your hand around Tim’s cock, stroking him nice and steady, thumb rubbing over the head every time you twist your wrist.
“Fuck… yes,” Stephanie moans, rolling her hips against your mouth. “You’re s-so good with your tongue..”
Tim is falling apart next to her, his head is thrown back, pretty gasps and whimpers spilling out of him nonstop. “Your hand feels amazing… faster, hah please… I’m so close already.”
Stephanie laughs breathlessly, eyes half-lidded as she watches you work both of them. “Hear that? Our boy is such a whiny little mess for you, keep stroking him just like that while you eat me out. Make me cum first.”
You focus on her, sucking harder on her clit and curling your fingers back inside her. Stephanie’s thighs start to shake around your head, her grip in your hair turning almost desperate. Her moans get louder, breathier, until she suddenly arches off the bed with a broken cry.
“F-fuck, I’m cumming! Don’t stop, baby, right there!”
You keep licking her through it, tasting her as she pulses around your fingers. She rides your face until the last wave passes, then gently pushes your head away, chest heaving. Your hand never stopped moving on Tim. He’s watching you with glassy eyes, lips parted, looking completely wrecked. Stephanie reaches over and runs her fingers through his hair, smiling.
“Go on, sweetheart. Finish him off, he’s been so patient.”
You lean over and take him back into your mouth while your hand keeps pumping the base. That’s all it takes. Tim lets out the prettiest whine, hips stuttering as he cums hard down your throat. You swallow around him, milking every drop until he’s trembling and pushing at your shoulder, too sensitive.
Both of them are breathing hard, flushed and glowing as they look down at you. Stephanie cups your cheek, thumb wiping some of the mess from your chin.
“You did so good for us,” she praises softly. “Now it’s your turn, baby. Come here.”
┈ ⏜︵ including 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 bruce wayne ╱ jason todd ╱ tim drake ╱ stephanie brown ╱ damian wayne ╱ cassandra cain ╱ dick grayson ╱ duke thomas ╱ alfred pennyworth 𓈒 ꞌꞋ ࣪
Summary: When Barbara and Cass start training a new Batgirl, Stephanie isn't sure what to think. You're perfect, everything she wants to be and everything she could never have, and your arrival forces Stephanie to confront whether she wants to be you, or be with you
froggi yaps -> lowk this has been sitting in my drafts foreverr because i know it won't do as well as my other dc fics and that made me sad >.< but i love steph and hopefully the other 12 steph enjoyers will like this <3
If you asked Stephanie Brown who Batgirl was, she’d say it depends.
Barbara’s Batgirl was strong, brave, and cunning. A pathfinder, a wonderful hero who saved countless lives and gave everything she had to the life. She was a pioneer, a champion who pathed the way for the rest of them.
Cass’s Batgirl was different, a fresh take on an old hero. Though she’s quiet, though she’s vicious in her fighting, she’s still heroic. She brings a calm sort of comfort wherever she goes.
But if you asked her about herself, she’s not sure what she’d say. She’s a civilian amongst gods, someone dressed in a knockoff costume playing pretend while the others do the real heroic work. A cheap imitation of the real thing.
As far as hero-ing goes for her, she already feels that she doesn’t have much going on. Not that she needs the reminder.
Entering the Batcave, already exhausted from her lack of sleep and the incredibly long day she’s had, she’s not sure what to expect. Maybe the usual arguing amongst Bats, Tim and Damian trading insults like a normal day while Cass sits quietly and reads in the corner.
Definitely not the scene that comes to play out in front of her—Barbara and Cass teaching someone new to spar, someone she’s never seen before who is very much dressed in a rendition of the Batgirl costume. She blinks, rubbing her eyes like the scene will disappear when she does.
It doesn’t.
Her lips purse into a frown. Another Batgirl? Something ugly twists in her chest. She’d fought like hell for this mantle, had done it all on her own against the will of pretty much everybody, and here’s someone new, wearing it with the support of both her predecessors.
She shakes her head, blonde hair bouncing. No, that’s not fair. She forces a smile, stepping up to the mat to watch.
She watches quietly for a few minutes while you trade blows with Cass, watches you fight as hard as you can to keep up with Cass who’s very clearly restraining herself. Cass sweeps a leg, taking you down to the mat easily, your mask bouncing off your face.
You squeak, sitting up and rubbing the back of your head where it hit the mat.
Steph’s eyes widen slightly. You took that hit like a champ, and now, seeing you without the mask, she can’t help but think how pretty you are. That twistiness inside of her only grows heavier.
“Hey, good timing,” Babs calls, waving her over.
Steph tugs down her hood and mask. “Hey, guys.” She strains to keep her voice as cheery as usual, “who’s this?”
Cass introduces the two of you, and Steph can’t help but note the way she already seems warmed up to you. How long has this been going on?
You smile and step forward, offering her a hand. “I’ve heard so much about you!!”
“Hi.” She takes your hand, that same strained smile on her face, and shakes it. “It’s really nice to meet you.”
She can’t help but notice the softness of your palm against hers—not yet calloused by night after night of hard fighting and acrobatics—and the purple sheen on your nails, almost perfectly matched to her costume. Her hand lingers just a moment too long.
“She’s helping us with this drug trafficking operation at the docks,” Barbara explains, and Steph wonders if she can see through the facade she’s putting on. “Cass and I are helping her brush up on her fighting skills.”
She nods thinly, “right.”
“The Batgirl thing is just temporary,” you explain. “I just needed something to conceal my identity and Babs—”
Stephanie winces at the way the nickname rolls off your tongue, like you’ve always been friends.
“—just had this one laying around.” You finish.
You do a little twirl in the costume, the long cape splaying out as you do. Steph can’t help but look you up and down, examining the way the costume seems to fit and accentuate every curve on your body. Her eyes widen slightly. It fits you like a glove.
The three of you get back to your training, leaving Steph to watch on the sidelines. Slowly, she edges her way out until she’s back outside in the Gotham rain.
If you asked Stephanie now who Batgirl was—her version at least—she could only tell you one thing: replaceable.
The Batgirl thing, it seems, is not just temporary, and Stephanie can’t seem to escape you.
She’s gotten used to your presence now—the way you linger nearby on missions, the way you spend more time with Cass than without, the way your eyes occasionally meet hers only for you to look away quickly like it never happened. She’s never quite sure if you’re judging her, or trying to get her attention, or some other third thing she hasn’t thought of yet.
It would almost be sweet, if it didn’t have her feeling so self-conscious.
It’s after patrol one night, the summer sun just beginning to kiss the horizon of Gotham City, when you catch up with her.
“Steph, hey, Steph, wait up!”
She’s tempted, if only for a moment, to speed up and pretend she hasn’t heard. And yet, for some reason, she can’t. You’ve never been anything but perfectly nice to her, and this jealous mean girl act of hers is so high school.
She tugs down her mask, turning to face you. “What’s up?”
“I think Cass and I were going to this cafe this morning for breakfast, do you want to come?” You smile awkwardly, tilting your head to the side, “they have amazing coffee.”
She considers it for a moment, gears whirring in her head. Some coffee and breakfast would be amazing right now, as well as some time with Cass. But you’ll be there, like a constant reminder of everything she isn’t, and she knows she won’t be able to keep up her positive mood the whole time.
She flashes you a weak grin, “I think I’m just gonna go to sleep.”
“Oh,” disappointment flashes behind your eyes. “No worries, sleep well.”
You turn on your heel to leave, approaching the edge of the old warehouse rooftop you’ve been standing on, when suddenly you look over your shoulder. The golden light of the rising sun reflects off your skin, making your eyes glow and your skin shimmer. You look so pretty like this, Steph can’t help but be a little grateful she only sees you at night.
“I’ll get Cass to text you the address,” you say, that familiar hope back on your face, “y’know, in case you change your mind.”
“Thanks.”
Despite what she said, an hour later Steph finds herself freshly showered and digging through her closet.
She pulls out a casual pink sundress and tries it on, standing in the mirror and examining herself. She frowns at her reflection, smoothing her hands over the dress like that’ll make it fit better. It doesn’t.
Discarding it in the growing pile of clothes on her bed, Steph goes back to the drawing more. She pulls different garments out, trying them on only to drop them back in the pile. She always never struggles this much getting ready, least of all for a casual breakfast with friends.
Sighing, she lets herself flop onto her bed, sitting on her mountain of clothes. It’s just a casual outing, Steph, she tells herself. Just pick a damned outfit,
But she can’t, because all she can think about is what you’re going to be thinking. Are you going to look at her with those eyes like you usually do? She wonders what you’ll be wearing, if you’ll be dressed casual or cute or comfortable. Knowing you, it’s probably some perfect combination of the three.
Her eyes flutter closed as she pictures it. You, wearing some comfy practical outfit, hair perfect, sipping on some fancy drink from the cafe. She thinks about how your face will light up when she walks into the cafe, the way you’ll smile and wave at her when she approaches the table.
“Glad you can make it,” you’ll probably say, or some other line of the sort.
Her heart speeds up at the thought, stomach doing a whirlwind. You’re so…perfect, and here she is, sitting in her mess of a room, unable to pick a damned outfit. It’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fair.
Tears prick at her eyes. One minute, that’s all she asks. One minute where you’re not constantly on her mind, where she’s not constantly wondering about what you’re doing, who you’re with or how you’ll replace her next.
She doesn’t end up going to the cafe.
Steph’s not sure how she ended up here.
The two of you, trapped in a burning warehouse, surrounded by low level lackeys. She’s not even sure who they work for, their outfits a mess of colours and patterns that she can’t quite make out through the steadily thickening smoke.
Your back is pressed to hers, the warmth of your body seeping through both of your costumes, acting as a comfort. At least, it would be a comfort, if the two of you were in any other situation.
The masked men close in, the roar of the distant fire burning gets louder. Steph’s nerves catch fire, buzzing with the impending promise of action. She bounces on her heels, loosening up her muscles just like she was taught. One more step, one more step and she’s ready.
The heel of the closest man inches forward. Steph pounces. All hell breaks loose.
It’s a blur of action, of fighting her way through the seemingly neverending wave of goons. Her muscles ache, every punch and kick only making the burning under her skin worse. The warehouse gets hotter, the smoke rises, clogging her senses.
Behind her somewhere, the sounds of your own violence echo off the walls. You’ve always been a good fighter—probably better than her—but something in the back of her mind buzzes with worry. Like something bad is going to happen, like she needs to look out for you.
She shakes it away, diving back into the action, trying to ignore the constant nagging in the back of her mind.
She finishes off the last of her men, freezing at the sudden silence. She can’t hear you fighting anymore, can’t see you through the smoky haze. Her heart hammers in her chest. Where on Earth could you have gone?
One second. That’s how long she’s distracted for, maybe less. But one second is all it takes for someone to come up behind her, a forearm pressed over her throat and a leg hooking over her ankles. She’s taken quickly to the ground, back thudding hard against the hard ground.
Stars explode behind her eyes, the wind knocked out of her. Through the haze, she just manages to make out the masked goon above her and the gun barrel shoved inches from her face. She cringes, bracing herself to duck and roll, to do anything but lay here and take it.
And just like that, he’s gone, slammed into the ground by a familiar figure. You’re breathing heavily above Steph, eyes wide behind your mask as you reach a hand to help her up.
She grabs you, letting you tug her to the feet, and the way your hand lingers on hers reminds her of the day you met. Your jaw is slack, worry written across every feature. Steph blinks, letting the air come back to her lungs.
“T-thanks,” she gasps.
“We need to get out of here.”
Steph nods curtly, letting you tug her after you as you search for the exit, only dropping her hand when you brace yourself against the emergency exit and shove hard. Cold night air greets her, filling her burning lungs with sweet relief.
She’s dizzy from the smoke, dizzy from the hit she took. Her lips purse into frown. It’s surely going to leave a big, ugly bruise. Goodbye sundresses.
Standing on the rooftop of the burning warehouse, she watches you approach the edge, scoping out the ground below for any sign of the goons who almost overwhelmed you.
You turn to face her. “Tim called the fire department, they’re on the way.”
She braces her hands on her knees, still lightheaded from the fall. The fall. She forces herself to stand up straight, peeling off her mask and hood. “Where did you go back there?”
“Huh?”
“You—you disappeared, it distracted me. Where did you go?”
She cocks a hand on her hip, waiting for an explanation. She was too busy worrying about you, about your safety, to take care of herself. If it weren’t for your impromptu disappearance, she wouldn’t be coughing her lungs up like an amateur right now.
You scratch the back of your neck awkwardly. “One of them tried to get away and—”
“You couldn’t have told me that?” She snaps, walking towards you, closing the gap until you’re inches away. “We’re partners, you’re supposed to tell me these things.”
“I didn’t think I had time!”
“Or you just wanted the glory for yourself,” she spits bitterly.
You pause, lips parting in confusion. She tugs at her hair. Even now, a slight cut on your cheek and sweaty from battle, you still look perfectly cute. She’s sure she must look a complete mess, sweaty and dirty and bruised.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
She tucks a sweaty strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “Nothing, just—nevermind.”
You shake your head. “No, what did you mean?”
“I mean it’s—it’s—”
Frustration bubbles up in her chest, muscles pulling taut like she’s about to enter another fight. She’s not even sure where she’s going for it, what word vomit she’s about to shove in your face now. You’re inches away, staring at her like a deer in the damn headlights, and she’s the lone car on the road with the choice to hit you or not.
“It’s what?”
“It’s you! Always being so—so perfect about everything, being everyone’s favorite, having everything come naturally to you and—and—”
And that urge buzzes beneath her fingertips, that urge she’s always felt just beneath the surface. The one she felt that day you met, when she’d had that fear you’re replacing her. The one she’s felt every day since when you’re around, the same one she gets before a big fight.
She raises a hand and you don’t even flinch, looking up at her with those damn wide eyes. She’s not sure who’s more confused by what she’s doing—you, or her.
And then she’s kissing you, the taste of smoke heavy on both of you. Her hand reaches to cup your cheek, thumb swiping over the length of your cheekbone. It’s hot and tense and she feels more that she’s trying to eat you alive than kiss you.
She pulls away, taking a big jump back like she’s been burned.
“Steph,” you breathe her name.
She shakes her head, closing her eyes. “No.”
“Stephanie—”
“No, okay? I don’t—I don’t want to talk about it.” She’s shaking slightly, her voice breaking on the words, “I don’t even—I don’t want to see you right now. Okay? Just…just forget it.”
She spins on her heel, bolting over to the far end of the rooftop. She can still taste you on her tongue, like smoke and leftover chapstick and something else buried beneath. She wipes at her mouth and the taste still lingers, follows her down the fire escape at the edge of the roof, chases after her on the way home.
It’s only when she’s in the shower, desperately trying to wash it away, that she feels she can breathe again. What on Earth was that?
Your soap isn’t enough to wash away the smell of smoke on your body, or the taste of Steph’s chapstick lingering in your mouth. You stand under the water for what must be an hour, scrub every inch of your body twice, and still, it doesn’t help. Stephanie’s voice still rings in the back of your head.
You disappeared, it distracted me.
You just wanted the glory for yourself.
Always being so perfect about everything, being everyone’s favorite, having everything come naturally to you.
I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to see you right now.
Coming from Steph of all people, someone you’ve looked up to, pined after, tried to forge a friendship with, the words hurt. They leave you cold and numbed, a new weight in your chest that wasn’t there before the mission.
She’s always been the sun in your eyes, warm and scalding, bright and beautiful, painful to look at. You’ve always gravitated closer to her, done your best to accommodate her, and this is where you end up. With a bitter kiss and more distance between you than there was to start.
You blink the thoughts away, staring into the steam rising from your kettle on the stove. Your phone buzzes, an unfamiliar number popping up on your screen.
Hey, it’s Steph. Can we talk?
You pick up your phone, contemplating opening the message and answering, and yet you can’t. What do you even say to her right now?
You turn off your phone. Let her sit with it for a while.
A while turns into a week. A week of unanswered texts and calls, of attempts by Barbara and Tim and Cass to get the two of you to talk. You shirk your duties as Batgirl, spend as much time as you can locked away at home, far far away from your double life.
Still, Stephanie isn’t one to give up.
The knock at your door comes early in the morning, so early, it rouses you from your sleep. You rub the sleep from your eyes and sit up in bed, the pink hue of the rising sun greeting you.
Another knock at your door sends you stumbling down the hall, slippers barely on your feet. You squint through the peephole, stomach syncing when you see who it is.
Steph stands there, dressed in low rise jeans that suit her just a little too well and a baby tee. Her hair is still wet, curling slightly at the ends where it’s started to dry. She must have showered and ran over here right after patrol.
You sigh, turning away from the door, fully intent on ignoring her.
“I can hear you,” she calls.
You stop in your tracks.
“I know I screwed up,” she says, “please just hear me out.”
“I thought you didn’t want to see me.”
“You know that’s not what I meant, I almost just died, c’mon.”
You pinch the bridge of your nose, taking a deep breath. Deep down, you know she has a point. You almost wish she didn’t, if only so you could stop seeing it from her side.
Despite yourself, you turn around and unlock the door, inviting her in.
She looks sad, undereyes sallow like she hasn’t been sleeping properly. She steps on the backs of her shoes, peeling them off before falling you inside.
“Do you want something to drink?”
She shakes her head, blonde strands falling into her face. You settle in on the chair in your living room, Steph settling in on the far end of your couch—the distance between you hurts, but you’re not sure you could take it right now if she was sitting any closer.
“I’m sorry,” she starts.
You nod, tight lipped.
“About everything.”
Everything. She doesn’t say it outright, but you can hear what she hasn’t said: I’m sorry for kissing you.
“I shouldn’t have—I shouldn’t have said what I said, I was scared and-and frustrated, and I took it out on you and it wasn’t fair.”
You always take it out on me, you’re tempted to say. It lingers on your tongue like her lipgloss from the other night, heavy and toxic and yet filled with something sweet.
“It’s hard, you know?” Her voice cracks on the word, pretty eyes brimmed with tears, “I’ve been Batgirl a while. I-I fought to be Batgirl even when nobody wanted me to be.”
You remember Barbara telling you about that, heard whispers about it from Tim. It was strange to you, you couldn’t possibly imagine a world where Steph isn’t Batgirl. Someone as wonderful and capable as her.
“But then you show up and it’s like, what’s even special about me anymore? And you do everything so well, you’re so—so perfect all the damn time, and everyone loves you and it’s like…what’s even left for me?”
Tears brim at your lashes and Steph’s face drops. She frowns, reaching forward like she can stop them from coming. And then you’re laughing, the sweet feeling of relief flooding your chest.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make yo—”
“Do you think I don’t feel that way?”
Her lips part, shock clear on her face. “No,” she mumbles out.
“Do you think I don’t find you perfect and capable and honestly, really fucking intimidating?” You shake your head, “you left some big shoes to fill, Stephanie and—and it hasn’t been easy.”
She laughs, equally as wet and filled with emotion as your own. “You really think so?”
You rise to your feet, shuffling over to the couch and sitting down next to her. She’s so close, you can smell her strawberry scented body wash and the vanilla lotion she put over top of it.
“Yes, god.” You giggle, and it tastes like relief, “I wish you would’ve just told me this before. We could’ve had this talk a long time ago.”
And she laughs with you, the sound like heaven and sunlight and everything you thought you could never reach, and her laugh makes you laugh more. You let your eyes flutter closed, leaning your head back on the couch, ribs starting to ache from the laughing you’re doing.
And then she’s cupping your face and kissing away the laughter, vanilla flavoured chapstick heavy on your tongue. She moves against you, body pressing to yours and pressing you further into the couch.
She pulls away, cheeks flushed. “Does this mean you forgive me?”
You press a hand on the small of her back, pulling her in again. “You might need to do that a few more times.”
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Reading list/Fanfic Masterlist Yandere!Batfamily X Reader
NONE OF THESE FANFICS BELONG TO ME, this is more of a personal reading list of fanfics I follow and such, all the links lead you to the creators' direct blogs.
Almost all the fanfics in the 'platonic' section are with Neglected!Reader, I'm addicted to that trope.
More than one link will lead you to the authors' master list instead of a masterlist for the series. This is because they don't have a dedicated list for the series, and it was easier for me to keep them this way. (There are also links to the first chapter, in this case, the author probably left the other chapters there, in addition to imagines, headcanons, and drabbles on their own.)
I thought about adding a short description below the links to explain what the fanfic is about… maybe I'll do it later or just leave it as it is.
Not - series
Again and. Again - series
Bruce hears Reader call someone else "dad." - drabble
Reader who only recognizes Alfred - drabble
[UN] Fair - series
Adorned in pearls (although Bruce here is not platonic…) - one shot
Batfamily with a Shallow Reader - imagine
Reader in Squid Games - imagine
Crack Baby - series
Smalltown Meta!Reader - series
Forget me not - series
No more Chances - series
Inmorta! Reader - series
Undoing Fate - series (it's not yandere but it has my favorite cliche so…)
Tip toes - series
Meet The Waynes - series
Bring back the dead - series
Obsessive reader in the shadows - imagine
There are two fanfictions here, the first fic doesn't have a name and I don't know what to name it. - series
Who said money can´t buy hapinness (considering the # I assume that the batfam is platonic….but I'm not sure) - series
Between life and death, death is tempting - series
Ain´t no sushine - series
Beyond the Bat - series
Crow choir - series
Waterbone - drabble
Marine!Reader - one shot? drabble?
Saboteur - series/imagine
Unwanted embrace - series
I'm almost sure this was one of the pioneering stories in this trope. - one shot
Little Demon - one shot
Goodbye World - one shot
Batsis wakes up in a fanfic - imagine? drabble?
Batfam playing with Reader - I think it's a drabble…I don't know
Pity Party - series
Yandere Al Ghuls! - series
How would they spend time with you after the kidnapping? -drabble
You´re a fucking weird hacker - one shot
Lucid Dreams - series
Ghost of the Past - series
Soulamate Soul Animal - series
Good Look(includes more DC yanderes characters) - series
Web Bound (It is NOT yandere, but it does have obsessive characters) - Series
Bug like Angel - series
The other family - one shot
Batman! Damian Wayne x Robin! Reader - one shot?
Children!Reader who loves Tim more than Dick - headcanon
Yandere!Batfam Headcanons - headcanon xd
Advantages and disadvantages of Neglected! Reader - Headcanon(?)
When your family only cherish you after your death - series
Yandere Batfam x Neglected!Elle Woods!Reader - series
My pathetic family - series(?)
The ballad of a bygone blight - series
Batmon and his baby -drabble/ Scenery (bruce is romantic)
Reader happy to be ignored - drabble/Scenery
What We Want - series
The sinfull Allure (the story is not yandere, but it has the batboys, and I love this reverse harem) - series
Seven Days a Week - Hit me Hard and sort - two series
First married to Bruce - one shot
As Yanderes´ Universe - one shot series?
Polyamory with Aged Up! Damian Wayne and John Kent - imagine
Sisters!Reader x Batboys - Headcanon? (according to the hashtags)
Greetings - drabble?
How Dick and Damian would handle learnig reader is dating somebody? - Drabble?
Addictive - Series
Do You Think We´ll Be In Love Forever? (includes more DC characters) - various drabbles
Perfect Life - one shot
Batboys and reader who knows - headcanon set?
Checkmate - one shot
Tim Drake x nursing student!Reader - one shot
Remedial Lesson (18+) - One shot
Dommy Mommy!Reader - headcanon
Reader hosted by Tim Drake - one shot
Yandere self-aware Dick Grayson - headcanon set
Moon Prism Power! - imagine
What types of yanderes would the Batboys be? - headcanon
🍒 dc women’s reaction to you shaving. (suggestive. smut? fem!reader)
₊⊹ DIANA OF THEMYSCIRA: SUPPORTIVE
She didn’t seem like she liked what you’ve done. She looked… the exact opposite. She didn’t even believe you when you said you’ve shaved. Diana had to see if you were saying the truth to believe you completely.
And when she saw that you actually had shaved, she cleared her throat before saying anything. You bit your bottom lip as you scanned her reaction. You weren’t sure how she felt— you were sure she felt like that, too. She seemed very confused.
“Alright,” She said, her hand dove deep into her curly black hair. “You shaved your bush.” She said in a louder voice. You nodded, your teeth still stuck in your lip. Diana pressed a kiss into your kneecap. “It’s okay— not the end of the world, nor is it the end of your bush, right?”
“Yes, yes, right.” You replied, trying not to laugh.
“You make fun of me, my love, but you don’t understand how I feel about all of this right now.” A shiver went down your body when she pressed her finger on your bare pussy. “Next time you decide to do it, do not— For me, at least.”
₊⊹ TALIA AL GHUL: DISAPPOINTED
“You shaved your bush?”
You could never forget the emotions etched into her voice. The frustration was flowing through her eyes and mouth, her frown got deeper every second she thought about your action.
“Talia, my love,” You grabbed her arms lightly, shaking her a little bit to make her look at you. “I thought you’d like it.”
You tried to console her but with your words she frowned even deeper. “Have I given you the impression that I didn’t like your bush?”
“God, no,” You sighed. You felt her hand snake around you and grab your waist, pulling your body towards herself. Her breath hit your face, she was so close to you. “It’s just I wanted to try something new, something I’ve never tried before.”
Her hand on your waist was rigid, holding you right where you were. You weren’t complaining. There was nothing more you liked than being on her arms like this. “Oh, Beloved, please don’t give me a heart attack like this again.”
You kissed her cheek, pressing your lips to her skin to stop yourself from laughing at her reaction. “As you wish, my love.”
₊⊹ KARA ZOR-EL: SARCASTIC
“You shaved it?” She asked. “All of it?” She patted Krypto’s head, who had been running around for attention.
“Yes, Kara, all of it.”
Krypto finally sat down and threw his body over Kara, who didn’t look like believed you. You knew so well her relationship with your cunt, especially your bush. She loved the feeling of it brushing her skin as she ate you out. She loved it when it tangled into her fingers she was rubbing the most sensitive parts of your body. She loved—
“But why?”
“Well, I… don’t really know. Wanted to try something out I guess.”
She gently pushed Krypto to the couch and got up to get in front of you. She held your hands, pulling you closer. You could smell the scent of the city all over her. Her Supergirl suit was still on…
“My darling, beautiful, amazing lover,” Kara thought a little more adjectives but then gave up. “Please, don’t do it again.” Kara’s palm made contact with your cheek. “I miss her already.”
“Stop talking like that!” You tried to pushed her but she didn’t move. You saw her grin on her face. “You know it makes me feel weird, Kara.”
“What? Treating your body like a goddess’ statue? You know I’ll never stop doing it.”
Even though it made you burn up with embarrassment, you liked it when she did it.
Kara tickled your side, “Promise you won’t even think about it again?” She held up her pinkie in front of your face.
“Is this a threat from the big bad Supergirl?”
“Nope. But can be if you make it to be. So… promise?”
You linked your pinkie with hers and nodded. “Promise.”
₊⊹ ZATANNA ZATARA: FLIRTY
It was right before her night show that Zatanna had realized you shaved earlier that day. She couldn’t have the time to make any comments about it because of the show— but after it, she came up to you before you could even congratulate her.
“So,” She said as she caught you in between her body and her vanity. Her hands were on the table, right next to you and her face was so, so close to yours. You were burning up. “You shaved, huh?” She had a crooked smile.
What was she planning?
One of her hands flied right into your hair and her fingers twirled your hair around. “I have.” You nodded. “You’re mad or something?”
“I might be,” She shrugged. “But… I am so happy right now. So, I am not giving you what you exactly want.”
When you tried to hug her waist, you felt your hands pulled down to your sides. Her magic. Your breath got caught in your lungs— You were getting excited.
She always knew how to elicit something from you.
“And what do I exactly want, Zee?”
Her fingers in your hair carried themselves to your chin, and she held your face like it was something precious like diamonds. Your eyes were wandering in between her eyes and lips.
“You want me to be mad at you— Mad enough to punish you, maybe.” She pecked your lips. “Not tonight, baby.” Her finger slipped over your lips. “I can’t be mad at you right now, but if you really want me to be mean, I can be.”
“Oh god, Zee…” Your lips caressed her finger tip as you spoke. “I love how well you know me.”
“Can say the same about you.”
You blinked and when you opened your eyes, you were in her bed.
₊⊹ STEPHANIE BROWN: ANGRY
“You did what?” Her shouts made you laugh. You threw your head back into the pillow as you giggled at her. She gently slapped the inside of your thigh. “Stop laughing, this is murder!”
Stephanie averted her eyes from your face and checked your pussy again to understand if she was seeing wrong or not.
She was not having a nightmare. You actually, really shaved your bush.
“No…” She whispered against your now bald skin.
“Steph, it’s not that bad.” You tried to make her look at you but she didn’t look up. “Also, it will grow back.”
“You better keep it.” She pushed herself up and climbed over your body, placing herself right on top of you. Her curls were flowing down and covering your face like a curtain.
“I will, don’t worry.” You rolled your eyes when she lifted one of her brows in disbelief. “I don’t like how it is right now, so I really, really won’t.” When her pout got bigger you grabbed her cheeks. “Steph! I promise, baby.”
“Ugh, fine, fine! But if you butcher your bush again, I will put a sex ban on you.”
You sighed. “That’s fair.”
Stephanie pushed her body off of you and fell right next to you in bed. She rested her head on your chest and you played with your hair, waiting for her shock to pass.
a/n: this is my first time doing one of these fake texts things and i had to do some weird science bc the app i’m using sucks 😂 so if anyone has a better app/website lemme know
🪺🪺🪺<- these nests with the blue eggs are specifically robin nests. isn’t that cute? i would be abusing that emoji if i was with one of these dumbasses (affectionate)
Warnings: Alcohol mentioned in Dick's, slightly Tipsy reader in Jason's, G/N except Dick does say Mommy
I'm not sure how I feel about Timmy's, but he was giving me trouble, and I love him so he's not getting out of this. I will objectify him somehow.
Dick Grayson:
When Dick finally gets home, later than patrol should be, he's trying to sneak in the window half naked, hoping you're already asleep and not mad.
You flip on the light, a soft glow showing the damage you lover managed to sustain tonight.
"You're quite a slut huh?" Your eyes rake over him, voice steady.
Dick expected a lot of things, you to be mad he's back so late, maybe worried and smothering him with care for his wounds, maybe kissing his boo boos, being called a slut upon entering your home, was not on the list.
His mouth dropped, staring at you incredulously "What?"
His suit was ruined.
Clawed by something massive, not deep gashes, just nicked enough to ruin his suit and give visible slashes that have already stopped bleeding.
Thin dried rivulets of blood barely trailing down.
There's two slashes over his abs, one not even leaving a cut, but the fabric hangs useless and gives an open window to perfect muscle.
Tactfully ruined suit giving him a perfect boob window that not even the horniest male artist could hope to achieve.
Both tits are showing, nipples pebbled from the night air in perfect view.
And to top it all off, a snag in the back of his suit. Caught on jagged scaffolding behind him in a fight, giving you a view of the indention, perfect dip, above his suit-accentuated ass.
"You fight like a whore, I've never seen anyone else get wounded so...sluttily."
Dick is suddenly much less exhausted and far more horny.
Your finger goes underneath the useless strip of fabric separating his tit window in two, tugging him closer while your other hand roughly grabs his chin forcing him to look at you, with no resistance as Dick soaks in whatever has gotten into you tonight.
"You're lucky nothing happened to your back, Richard." He gulps as you stare at his domino mask "Only I get to claw that."
Horny as fuck, your baby still needs treated.
Releasing his tattered suit, letting yourself pinch one of his exposed nipples and watch him hiss quietly from it. With a tired sigh you turn to the first aid kit beside your jar of shine, already pulling out disinfectant wipes.
"If you weren't hurt, I'd fuck you for it all." You mutter, mostly ignoring him as you start to work.
Dick splutters, somehow now harder from the sudden lack of attention.
"And you should, I'm not even bleeding, fuck me for it, seal me with wax, punish me like I deserve."
You side eye him over the first aid kit.
His mask if off now, blue eyes absolutely begging,
"Please, please please please?"
Your thumb traces down his V line and you roughly grab his very clear hard on through his suit making him jolt, and twitch in your hand beneath the tight fabric.
"Watch it Richard."
"Please mommy?"
Jason Todd:
When Jason gets home from patrol, you've been drinking a bit.
Glass with ice and liquid already downed, sitting on the counter and watching Jason remove his gear with slightly unfocused eyes.
"You alright baby?" You've been quiet since he got back, reciprocating the peck to your lips when he arrived, then just watching him undress.
His jacket is off, then his breastplate, doing nothing to lessen his bulk or the way his t-shirt strains against him.
"Yeah, just thinkin'." Your eyes roam across the expanse of his shoulders, and you think of how he shudders when your nails scrape across them.
"About?" His shirt comes off after his holsters, fabric pulled over his head giving a perfect view of sculpted and scarred muscle.
"About how much I wanna bite you. Like, everywhere."
Jason huffs out a laugh at that, fixing his hair slightly by running his fingers through it. Hot.
You focus on the movement of his ridiculous biceps.
"You want to bite me?"
You nod, feet kicking aimlessly and pointing your empty glass toward him
"Definitely. Or at least, lick you a lot. Like body shots and chasing limes and shit, but just licking your abs."
Now he almost lets out a wheeze, coming toward you and standing between your legs. Lazy gaze craning to look up at him with a grin.
"You're killin' me doll." His hands lightly glide up and down on your ribcage and feather light. Scarred hands so gentle with you.
You lean up toward him, too lazy to move the rest of the way and just short of the kiss he should lean down for.
"I also wanna bite your ass."
"For god's sake." his head turns to the side trying to hide his grin, amused expression laced with embarrassment.
Your grip, is far less delicate. Reaching around him like a hug but firmly grabbing his asscheeks in pants so tight you don't see how he gets them on (but you do love to watch him force the fit.)
"Wanna bite down and leave a mark, teeth claiming your ass as mine so good I can trace my own teeth on you."
"What the hell are you drinking?"
"Drunk words, sober thoughts, hold my tongue too much when it should be down your throat."
Neither of you had heard Roy entering the apartment, but Jason had looked over your shoulder just in time to see the horrified, and definitely a little turned on, haunted face of his friend before fleeing back out the window he came.
Tim Drake:
You often mourned Tim's proper societal modesty.
Despite his meticulously honed and delicious body, one you made sure to remind him how attractive you found it, intimately.
And yet, Timothy was prim and proper and stuck to that upbringing. He didn't flaunt his hot bod like Dick. Not the shirtless "don't give a fuck" (that's really just him flexing) of Jason
Hell, you'd seen Bruce shirtless and haggard after patrol more than your own boyfriend in the cave.
But blessed be to catch Tim practicing with his bo staff. From the moment he starts wrapping his hands, lithe fingers wrap the fabric in precise movements.
He ties it off and tightens the knot with his teeth. You should no be held accountable for the noise in the back of your throat.
When Tim had asked if you'd like to hang out while he trains, so you'd still get to spend time together, he smiled at your eager aggreance, somehow not expecting lustful thoughts ogling him.
Nothing if not an opportunist.
The camera on your phone, some Wayne tech upgrade (or just battech Tim installed with a vigilante grade tracker), was to kill for.
You'd gotten multiple videos of Tim swinging his staff, twirling around and stretching like a damn centerfold.
But the zoom was the best feature. You had close ups as his fingers curled around the staff, the flush on his face when he looked at you with a breathless smile, and his very pores as sweat rolled down his chest, his toned back, his neck in a line you want to follow down.
And one where his little exercise shorts had ridden up in the back and giving you a peak at the curve of his ass. No Nightwing, but you love it all the same.
"So," Tim finally seemed to be done for the evening, his muscles feeling a pleasant burn and starting to unwrap his hands and he looks up at you.
"Yeah?" he's regaining his composure after a workout just as you're losing yours.
"You'll probably need a shower after all that right? Sweaty, sore muscles, hot water, all that stuff?"
Tim feels a bit bad this is how your 'date' hangout had dragged out so late, definitely annoyed you by now. This is how his relationships fail.
"I can do it quick, don't worry, then we can do something together still, it wont take me long to rinse-"
"Can I join you?"
His bo staff clatters to the floor and rings throughout the cave.
"Wha-What?" His gulp is visible, you should've kept the camera up.
"Can I join you in. the. shower?" You make your way over to him as you speak, one finger trailing lightly over his waistband and smiling sweetly.
"You uh, want to wash up with me?" Eye contact nonexistent, boner becoming moreso.
"You can just lean back, enjoy the hot water, and I'll wash you." Your lips are by his ear, breath fanning against him "I'll make sure to wash everywhere, Timmy. I'll even massage you if you need it?"
He's already tugging you away from the mats, a laugh escaping you at his eager, determined steps. "Sounds great, showers are this way."
Damian Wayne:
Despite Damian's posh and usually prudish behavior, you could easily find him shirtless and in nothing but tight, (tiny, you would add.) workout shorts while training in the cave.
Something you were sure to appreciate fully, and some of the few ties he would bite back comments of your "lustful staring" and just enjoy your thirsty gaze upon him.
"I am the object of your affections, therefore I have the right to mild objectification." Your argument was solid, he was a spoil sport.
"You make me question my life choices."
"And yet, you never change them." You continue to stare appreciatively at his form as Damian comes toward you, stopping closely before you and firm hands grasp your sides, effortlessly pull you to his chest.
You do not miss the opportunity to stead yourself with a hand on his bare pec, dramatically posed like the swooning maiden of a fantasy novel.
Damian sighs through his nose when you give a gentle squeeze to his chest, briefly wondering how much it would ruin the moment if you were to sink your teeth into the plump, glistening skin of his tit.
The grief your...admirations causes him is palpable. And the heat pouring off his toned body is delectable.
When he finally looks back to you after staring at the cave ceiling for patience, green eyes stern as if a smolder could save him from your wandering hands.
Speaking of, the hand not feeling up his pecs has migrated during his prayer and firmly grasps, nails digging into the firmness of his asscheek through silken shorts.
"That enough, beloved." You mourn the loss of delectable hunk as he pulls away from you, but spirit unbroken.
He turns to walk back to the training set up and you hate to see him go but love to watch him leave.
"Oh you love my "perversions", darling." You wriggle the hand showing your wedding ring to him as a reminder and proof.
Stephanie Brown:
"God is a woman and I thank her every day for my smoking hot girlfriend, amen." Your hands are clasped in mock prayer when Stephanie turns your direction.
Steph was on some type of workout bench when you found her, using weight equipment you didn't know the name of and didn't care, her arms flexed as she released it and her abs tensed under the strain. You continued to stare in slow motion.
Her workout attire of a purple sports bra and skin time leggings left you breathless and her hair tied back paired with the flush on her face from exertion had you thinking of much better cardio you could do together.
Being a good spouse, or at least one with a good excuse to crash her gymrat time, you brought her a fresh chilled water and continued to ogle while she took it.
She caught on easily, and wiggled her eyebrows, neither of you were subtle.
Respectfully, you took a seat on a bench next to her while she drank and rested a moment, surrounded by any name of exercise junk.
"Hey..." you trailed off
"Yeah hotstuff?"
Steph had moved to lean back on her hands against the bench, legs hanging on either side and giving you a gorgeous view of her strong thighs.
"Please tell me your next workout is crushing a watermelon between your thighs, cause i totally volunteer. We both know I'm fruity enough to count."
Your delivery was flawless, and the cackle erupting from her was instant.
Fully body laugh pouring from her pink lips making you blush lightly because she's pretty.
Stephanie leans forward, reaching over and shoving your shoulder with a snort "You horndog."
She shakes her head, adding "You want me to fight criminals that way? Thigh crushing? My legs wrapped around Gotham crime?"
"Not really. Well, kinda. That would be hot, could I watch?"
"....We should film the guys crushing watermelons for tiktok."
"Fuck yes."
Cassandra Cain:
Cassandra is beautiful. Fact of life, and elegant in every movement she does, purposeful.
From training, to ballet, she moves with grace and beauty that deserves respect and makes you feel a bit guilty for how dirty your mind can get.
But she is your girlfriend, your very hot, very badass girlfriend that willingly puts up with your nonsense and finds it funny when you make a fool out of yourself.
Your badass girlfriend who just destroyed three training dummies in front of you and has barely broken a sweat on those toned arms and suddenly it's very hot in here too.
It's not weird at all that you've bookmarked and memorized every low quality video of Black Bat beating the shit out of guys four times her petite size.
Her tiny, petite size that makes you understand why Black Widows do ballet and how gracefully she could knock the air from your lungs and keep you in a chokehold.
It's really hot in this cave isn't it.
Cass seems to be done for the moment, looking at you quizzically from her place on a training mat while you appear to be suffering at the sideline, tugging your shirt collar.
"Okay?" She asks, and your head snaps up at her voice, lovely and a little concerned.
You feel haggard, probably look it too, maybe you should take a cold shower.
Steph is laughing at you from somewhere else, you think it's just your subconscious.
"Would uh," your palms feel very wet, you do not try to make eye contact. "would you ever spar with me?"
Cass raises an eyebrow, she goes to ask something, and you'd never intentionally cut her off, but the words have to get out before they choke you up (she should do that maybe,)
"Or just use me to spar, honestly just beat me up a bit and pin me to the floor, I can't fight anyway and whatever you want, my Queen."
A cackle echoes in the cave, Steph is wheezing somewhere out of sight and you've lost control.
Cass is covering her mouth with her hand, shoulders shaking ever slightly with laughter.
"If you wanna kill me that'd be hot too-" you should shut up, a lot.
Steph definitely has her phone out.
Your disaster ramble only stops when Cass's hand is on your shoulder, still trying to school away a smile.
"Bruce would not approve of that."
You're in deep and keep digging.
"No, I'm pretty sure he'd let me die if he knew the kind of thoughts I have about you."
At this her cheeks look the slightest bit rosier, and you think she'd be tall when you're on your knees.
A throat clears from behind you, a deep and stern sound that makes Gotham criminal shit themselves in alleyways. Your gulps echoes, he can catch the beating of your heart with bat-hearing, totally.
You run up the stairs, tripping multiple times without noticing.
