Any chance you could write a Dick and Tim psuedocest situation where the boys manipulate reader into thinking what they're doing is normal?
Im thinking them doing stuff that can be brushed off as accidents to reader who's trying to justify their actions as much as she can but sometimes when their hands linger too long...
Hopefully you get the jist of it I had to physically restrain myself from saying "like" every 2 words.. not too good at articulation here
You're genuinely one of the best writers I've seen even if you don't end up responding I hope you read this part and know how great you are, despite it being a very basic compliment 🤷
This is dragging painfully long for an ask but I thought it'd be rude to go around asking for you to write anything without even complimenting you
Aww how sweet! Thank you so much :>
Warning: pseudocest, manipulation, creepy behavior, female!reader, etc.
Okay, I think this would work best in a scenario where the first touch was by complete accident.
Maybe you two were cuddling at his apartment after a long patrol. Just having a sleepover. And maybe he wakes up curled around you and usually this wouldn’t be a problem if he didn’t wake up with an erection.
And maybe he tries to pull away from you slowly as to not wake you. But you feel the warmth slipping anyway so you let out a sleepy little whine tugging him back in with fumbling hands. And usually, this would be endearing. Cute.
But everything in him freezes as you begin to shift back into a comfortable position, pelvis nuzzling against his own, so much of his blood rushing down all at once that he gets dizzy with it.
His hands tremble on you.
You stop. Eventually. But your cunt, seeping with warmth, is still pressed up all against his cock.
And he can’t pull away or even shift without waking you or, fuck, grinding back so-
The next few come out without him meaning to. But they’re there. They exist. They still longer on your flesh.
A squeeze to your waist. A soft caress of your thigh. Calloused fingers that slide up beneath your shirt to rub soothing circles into your sides but are gone before you can get ahold of whose they are.
Your sleepovers are weird now. Tense, almost. Charged.
And of course, you don’t assume any ill will from him. He’s your big brother. He loves you. He’s just… touchy.
But it gets harder to say it, harder to hear it from his mouth, harder to believe, when you’re waking up with his hands down the back of your shorts, cupping your ass, or having slipped beneath your shirt to squeeze at your breasts.
It gets even harder to believe when you can feel him—throbbing and aching against your lower back.
He’s the kind of manipulator that feels bad about what he’s doing. That can’t be subtle about it—not this time. The kind of manipulator who’s ashamed but still slips lies to you anyway. The kind of manipulator that’s full of guilt yet slides between your legs like he’s got the right to.
I think this would work best in a scenario where Tim doesn’t have a good grasp on what is and isn’t appropriate for siblings to do. As in, when he has his hands shoved between your legs, cradling the soft mound of your cunt, he doesn’t think of it as inappropriate just intimate.
He’s not exactly trying to manipulate you but it’s happening anyway. He’s so sure that everything he’s doing is normal that it makes you feel like you’re overreacting even though you know that none of this is normal.
Holding your hips, kissing down your spine, the body of your brother draped over you, hips slotting against your own—your days are filled with it.
Eventually, it comes to a point where he begins to ‘stumble’ upon you changing, where you begin to find him naked and unconcerned about it. And of course, you’re horrified. You push him out of your room, out of your space.
But he just keeps talking. And the way he acts makes you second guess years of knowledge.
He’s your brother. You’ve got nothing to worry about with him.
He even walks into your bathroom while you’re showering once. Didn’t even react to the fact that you were naked.
Just asked you a question then walked right back out, somehow managing to hide the hard-on he’s sporting as he’s talking.
(You could’ve sworn you locked that door.)
I don’t know if you wanted smut or anything so…
Tim’s the type to eye you up and down, consuming every inch of your body with his eyes, and not find any real wrong in it. It’s just flesh. It’s just you.
The only real boundary he hasn’t crossed is actually taking the step to make it sexual.
As in, when he has a hand over your cunt, cupping the bare flesh, he just holds it. He just cradles it.
When he’s got his cock pressed against you, he doesn’t grind against you, just nuzzles his face into your neck and breathes you in like you’re the only thing anchoring him to reality.
When he’s got his cheek smushed against your pelvis, the most he does is press a kiss to your thigh.
He doesn’t actually do anything.
But with the way you can see his pupils expand every time he catches barest hint of flesh from you, you can tell he wants to, even if he himself doesn’t know it.
