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Walking Around In Panties While Doing Mundane Things

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DICK: Oh my lord, his jaw was practically in hell watching you do laundry in just your panties, a lace bralette, and a pair of socks. You looked up from where you were folding his laundry, seeing the look on his face. Confused by his reaction, you'd always done laundry in your panties, why dirty a set of clothes when you could just wash them all?

"What? You don't wash all your clothes in one go?" You ask him to which you get no response, his brain is lagging and desperately needs a thorough reboot. He blinks almost like the way someone in a cartoon might show their shock.

"I- Um- Yeah? Yeah, I do that too." He responds not really having heard what you said and even if he did his brain isn't processing it. Why was this making his brain stop working? Something about you just doing something so normal in your panties was sending his brain into overdrive while simultaneously causing it to shut down.

"See you do it too so it's not so weird." You say nonchalantly as you return to your laundry, pairing socks like normal.

"What's not weird?" Dick asks still trying to process what's going on.

"You said you also do laundry in your underwear so you can wash almost everything." You told him and now he realizes he can't back out of this, he already told you he does the same as you and if he backs out it looks like he wasn't paying attention, or makes you feel as if you're the weird one and he'd rather not do either of those.

"Rrright...ummm...yeah, all the time. It's so much more efficient isn't it?" You start to lean on the table beside him but misjudge the distance and fall due to thinking it was closer than it was.

JASON: "Babygirl, where- Oooooh! Holy shit, all this for me?" Jason says as he comes in, his hands covered in a dark liquid smeared across his hands from working on his motorcycle. Gotham had a blackout and everyone was rushing to get out of the city so you and Jason stayed put. You're doing dishes in your thong and a thin bra, sweat pouring down your back in the dark apartment that's now only lit via candles and a few solar-powered lanterns.

"No, Jason. Don't fuckin start. I'm sweating enough to slide around the house like a goddamn Slip N Slide." The heat was making you cranky, the one reason Jason had gone outside in the first place. You tried to do everything you could to distract yourself from the sweat trickling from the back of your neck down the middle of your back.

"Well let me wash my hands and blow out these candles..." Jason says as he starts to wash his hands before blowing some of the candles out, moving to do the same to the others.

"Ja-" It had taken you what felt like hours to get everything situated and set up all around the house and now he was blowing them out? Anger started to bubble inside you.

"No, get yourself semi-dressed, get your helmet, and get your cute ass out to my bike. We're going on a ride, maybe it'll help cool you off." He says as he pushes you towards the bedroom, you needed to cool off both physically and mentally and he was gonna fix that.

BRUCE: Alfred was on his well-deserved vacation so you stepped in to take over some of Alfred's tasks including making dinner. Bruice promised he'd be home for dinner but you didn't hold out hope. You danced in the kitchen in a pair of panties and a bra as you made dinner and listened to music.

You were wearing one of his shirts when he left this morning but it got wet while making dinner and the texture was too much so you stripped out of it and threw it into the laundry room nearly making it into the basket but it lay there on the floor.

Bruce moved up behind you, wrapping his arms around you. He was home way earlier than you expected and he smelled so good, his cologne filling your senses making you feel so at ease, relaxing into his arms. He reaches over and changes the music to something a lot slower, turning you around, placing a hand in yours, the other on your hip, pulling you close.

"Dancing all by your lonesome? I should be ashamed of myself for allowing you to dance all alone, Darling." He speaks into your ear as he sways back and forth. "And in such lovely attire might I add, and you made dinner. Heaven must've lost an angel when you walked into my life." He slowly kisses your forehead as he moves you both back and forth gently.

TIM: If he knew you were playing video games in your panties he would've come home a LONG time ago. He's tired, he's been up for two days, just pounding Redbulls, you told him he shouldn't drink so many so many times but he doesn't listen to you just stopped bringing it up.

Now his heart is hammering and his eyes are popping out of his head like a cartoon, you look so beautiful, so content and so comfortable but he needs to take a shower and report back to Bruce and it just all feels so endless.

Tim decides a few minutes won't hurt, that was until now when his face is planted firmly between your boobs and suddenly he has no will to get up.

"Tim, Baby. You need a shower." You tell him as you run your fingers through his hair.

"Yeah, for sure, I'll get up in a minute." Putting his face back between your boobs, you don't even know how he's breathing like that but he sure is. You run your fingers through his hair causing him to groan, and a few minutes turn into quiet snoring. He's asleep, exhausted, the sound and vibration of his snores cushioned by your breasts. Welp, he wasn't getting up anytime soon and neither are you.

DAMIAN: The last thing Damian would've expected was to walk into the house to you mopping the floors in your sports bra and panties but he was never gonna complain about seeing you like this.

"Oh! Hey...So I was doing laundry and Titus thought it would be a grand idea to flip his water bowl and well I was doing laundry as I said so I slipped and dropped all my clean clothes onto the dirty floor that he decided to cover in mud so..."

"Dear Lord, that dog has the perfect timing doesn't he?" He kneels down and checks your knee noticing how deep the bruise has already gotten. "Geeze, come on let's get your knee fixed up, it looks pretty nasty." Damian picks you up and sets you on the kitchen countertop, your face turning red. He grabs some frozen peas from the freezer, gently pressing the cold bag onto the dark bruise. He steps between your thighs, holding the peas to your knee.

"Did I tell you that you look gorgeous today?" He gently touches the bottom of your chin with his pointer finger, his green eyes looking extra beautiful in this light. "I don't know how you do it, panties, regular day clothes or you could wear a trashbag and I'd still think you were the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on...I'm sorry about Titus, Beloved." He slowly brings his lips to your forehead and kisses it gently as he ices your leg, staying like that until the peas get warm.

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Witnessing Him Being Angry At Someone (Dick & Jason)

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DICK: "I already told you a million times, I don't have time for this shit! You don't understand I need it done right now, I've been waiting all week and you were supposed to have it done! My girlfriend and I already took off work for this!" Dick yells at someone on the phone, he's been yelling for the last twenty minutes and he needs to calm down. You gently place your hand on Dick's back. He's always the one who has everything done for everyone else and he's so used to having everyone depend on him.

"Honey, Honey...Baby...Richard..." You gently rub his back trying to calm him until his anger at the person on the phone gets directed at you and he yells.

"CAN'T YOU SEE I'M ON THE PH-" He stops realizing who he's yelling at versus who deserves it. Apologizing immediately, he's so remorseful about it. He's been trying all month to get this vacation planned perfectly and it's coming to bits because his bank hadn't wired over the money from one of his accounts to another. He promptly hugs you, but he even bothers to hang up on the person on the phone.

"Excuse me, Mr. Grayson. I see, our mistake, it should be over immediately with no extra charge. Have a lovely night and congratulations on the engagement." The man speaks through the phone causing Dick's shoulders to fall, you weren't supposed to know about the fact that he was proposing.

"I will, no thanks to you, Sir! Thank you for ruining it." Dick says with an angry tone as he hangs up, he thinks it's all ruined until he hears you crying on his shoulder, holding him close.

"You did all this for me? This is why you've been so stressed and busy?" You ask as your tears dampen his shoulder and you speak into his ear, sniffling.

"Sweetheart, I'd do almost anything if it meant you'd never leave me." He says as he rubs your back. Turns out vacation wouldn't be ruined cause of some idiots at Gotham Bank.

JASON: "Hey, Buddy. You keep eyein' her up I'll put you on the fuckin ground." Jason said to the guy at the club that has been watching you all night, usually Jason didn't mind men looking at you but this dude was a class A creep and Jason's senses were telling him something was wrong.

"Hey...I didn't mean nothing by it. She's a hot piece of ass though, you expect me not to stare?" The man asked Jason with a smirk as he drank his beer, acting very nonchalant very unaware of who he's actually up against.

"Instead of the floor why don't we make it the goddamn morgue, Asshole?" Jason grabbed the man by the man's cheap suit. Jason's livid, he's tired of assholes like this making women feel uncomfortable. You'd never seen Jason so pissed off, this outing tonight was supposed to calm him after a long week of back-to-back bullshit.

"Jay...Baby, let's not do this." You whispered in his ear, well, more like spoke considering how loud it is in here. Why Jason chose such a loud busy place to calm down is beyond you.

"This asshole has been lookin' at you all night like you're some kinda meal-"

"I know, let's go. Okay?" You reach your hand up to touch his face bringing his attention back to the matter at hand which is him calming down after a busy week. You have no idea he came here to chase leads but he realizes how he's acting, the man's feet dangling off the floor, and how he really does need a break. Jason slowly puts the man down.

"Scram, Asshole. You've got ten seconds to get out of my sight....One..." Jason tells the man as he shows off the gun tucked in his waistband which causes the man to scramble off like a scared puppy. "Let's get the hell out of here, Babygirl. It's a little grimey for my taste." He'd never admit it to you but seeing your worry and concern was the main reason he decided to call it quits tonight, if he were out alone he'd have chased that asshole down.

He places his hand on your back right above your ass, he's happy to show off you in any way he can. Helping you to his bike, holding onto your hand as he helps you onto the bike and into your helmet, this is his way of apologizing for his mini outburst in there. He never wanted you to worry like that but you had every reason to do so cause he knows that man wasn't the only scummy asshole in there and they've been trafficking women through there.

Jason quickly texts Dick the location, allowing him to take over this situation for the night, he's tired, stressed, and needs some real time off like you suggested.

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I just wanted to let you know, I read your piece “Bibliosmia” a while back and I still think about it! I think I figured out why I love it so much: it’s not so much about ‘I can fix them’ or ‘if I change myself, he’ll love me’ or tropes like that. Tyrion changes over time, voluntarily, of his own accord. And reader is just herself. They are both just themselves.

Oh my goodness, I love that you appreciate what I write because when you write you put a piece of yourself in every little different thing word put down.

I think something that is so beautiful about Game of Thrones is how different the characters end up being at the end of the Show versus the beginning and how almost unrecognizable they are in their values and in their aspirations.

I really do appreciate that you love my writing, if you would like to request something let me know. I don't have any problem taking down people's requests (as long as I understand the character enough) and I just appreciate it so so much I can't tell you how much I do because I don't think that I could form words for it. 🫶🏻

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Requests for Jon, Robb and Tyrion are open

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reader kissing tim until his brain stops working

i need to take him apart like a microwave

Butterfly Kisses

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Warnings: Fluff

Prompt: ^^^^^

Notes: female reader, italics are actions and thoughts.

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-With that said, it's all under the cut-

Tim was sold on you as soon as you messaged him that you wanted a casual date in the park and you'd bring a Lego set if he brought food. It was so thoughtful and sweet, you even let him keep the set and he was completely head over heels, that was about six months ago and whenever he thinks he can't love you more he finds a way to do so.

Of course, Tim had been keeping himself up for the last three days with a few energy drinks and a lot of willpower so he's dead asleep and he had been for the last fourteen hours and it was probably best he woke up especially since he invited you over to hang out. You kissed his face gently but he did nothing so you kissed him again and earned a grumble from his lips.

"Tim...Baby, wake up." You kissed his eyelids gently, running your fingers through his messy hair causing him to press his face further into the pillow.

You kissed the back of his neck with a smile, kissing along his jaw and he finally started to stir a bit but still asleep enough he can't process what's going on.

"Timmy, wakey wakey." You kiss down his toned back as he starts to move, opening his eyes just a slight bit, confused by what's going on. He blushes bright red as he realises that you're right in front of him, burying his face in the pillow to hide the redness of his cheeks.

You keep kissing over his back, his neck, his arms, his fingers causing him to blush more and more at every touch of your lips to his skin like butterfly kisses.

"Hey- Um, Hey? You get- You- When did you? Um- You're here?" He stammers out after turning around towards you with pink cheeks and a smile.

"You invited me over here, Baby." You told him as you gently ran your hand over his back to help him wake up, climbing under the sheets with him. His brain short-circuited again as you called him baby and you lay your head on his chest. You smiled trying not to laugh as you heard his heart hammering.

"I did?" He asks with confusion as he brings his hand up to your head, this feels like a dream, waking up to your kisses, you coming to his bed. This has to be real, he can feel your skin against his. He nuzzles his face into your hair, closing his eyes again as he breathes you in. The smell of you calmed him enough to pull him back into slumber.

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Do you have any stories on the way?

I just posted one about Dick Grayson but if you'd like one specifically just lmk. 🥰😘

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hello hello i really like your writing i enjoy it alot nomnom

may i request some Dick content where his s/o and him are trying to keep the relationship a secret (for whatever reason maybe teammates or something) but Dick and his oral fixation (not being able to stop himself from giving hickeys) gets him in trouble ?

I'm such a slut for him it's embarrassing (no it's not) can you make it nsfw and fluff aaaahhh 😭

Unfounded Excuses

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Warnings: Spicy, Semi-Fluff?

Prompt: ^^^^^

Notes: female reader, italics are actions and thoughts.

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Dick was always one for leaving marks, he just wanted everyone to know you belonged to someone and were entirely off the market. Both of you were keeping your relationship private because of his ex Kory aka your best friend. She and Dick decided to be friends but you didn't know if she'd be cool with it.

"Fuck, Babe!" You giggled as he left hickies on your thighs, his chin covered in your arousal. He'd happily die between your thighs, staying there as long as he could until he ran out of breath.

"I gotta make sure everyone knows who you belong to me." He smiled up at you as his blue eyes sparkled in the natural lighting of the room, your thighs hoisted over his shoulders.

"No one's gonna see down there, Honey." You massaged his scalp, running your nails through his long wavy black hair. God, he looked breathtakingly beautiful when he was like this. He's always been so much more interested in your pleasure than his own which was great but sometimes you had to beg to go down on him and not the other way around.

"Oh, no one's gonna see these? Well, maybe I should put them in a better place." He moves your thighs off his shoulders and begins to leave hickies between your breasts to lay alongside the now fading hickies he's been giving you for weeks.

When anyone asked it was 'a curling iron incident' or 'a bug bite' or any other unfounded excuse you could think up, Dick did the same. Everyone suspected that you two were definitely together or had been too busy to notice.

You're running out of excuses, you wanted to tell him to stop giving you so many so maybe the chances of getting caught would lessen but you'd look into those blue eyes and feel those soft lips against your skin and the thought would immediately slip your mind.

Dick would leave you covered with more spots than a leopard, if anyone ever saw you naked they'd be surprised at how many bites and hickies rest along your skin. They're along your thighs, hip, your ankles, your back, your breasts, and stomach, like he's never satisfied with just a few.

You weren't innocent of marking him either, his back is covered in scratch marks which even as you try to keep your relationship secret he wears them like a badge of honor. It's getting to the point you both should probably think about telling everyone.

Surprisingly Kory wasn't mad, she was happy for you both. You both love him, she just realized in her relationship that Dick was better off as a friend than a lover for her. His hickies would lessen after telling everyone but he made up for his lack of hickies with different ways of showing his posession, smacking your ass in public, openly holding your hand, loving up on you anyway he can or just blanantly having loud sex which your sure everyone is estatic about but overall ita a freeing feeling to be able to be with him unrestricted in terms of PDA and dates and all. The hickies might've lessened but he still goes down just as frequently, if not more so it's more or less the same but better.

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If you can/ have time are you able to do the batboys walking in on reader naked/reader walking in on them?

They Walk In On You Changing

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Dick: "Hey, I was just running the schematics on the new suits, and they seem to be doing really well. For me personally, I had to enhance the cushioning on my knees, so I was wondering if you might need something adjusted just a bit." Dick says as he comes into your room, not noticing you're changing.

"I'm naked." You bluntly tell him hoping he'd realize he should've at least knocked.

"I know, the fabric is so lightweight and comfortable, it really does feel like a second ski-" He looks up at you finally as he's ranting about the suits, everything going quiet for a minute. "You- You're naked."

"Did I just not say that, Grayson?"

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." He turns around and continues talking. "So um...where was I? Um...so...I- I believe we can improve the suits by just tweaking a few things here and there. Is there anything you feel that needs improvement? I already adjusted the shoes cause I remember how rough you said they were on your feet." Dick tries to continue on with the conversation so he doesn't forget what he's talking about, he's always listened to the tiny little off-handed comments you make and tries his best to remember them. He's embarrassed about walking in here and not noticing your attire, but he stays quiet about it, knowing you probably don't wanna bring it back up.

Jason: "Getting naked without me, Angel?" Jason says after he wolf whistles seeing your naked body as he enters your room without knocking. "All naked with only my bedroom to go to." He says as he smirks, circling you like prey.

"You're such a pervert!" You laugh and throw your clothes on quickly.

"Awww, but I was just starting to like the view." He smirks and moves closer to you, with the obvious intent of smacking your ass, you can tell just by his smirk.

"Jason Peter Todd, do not start what you can't finish." You smirk as you think og the perfect revenge, making your way around him and smacking his ass as hard as you can which causes him to wince a little. At least he knows how it feels now.

"You may be my best friend but perverts deserve punishment." You laugh as you try to run off knowing the smack won't keep him down long. Jason grabs your hips and pulls you back to him.

"If I'm a pervert for staring at them, so are you for touching my ass." He smirks as he stares down at you with those beautiful, distracting eyes before a SMACK right on your ass that will definitely leave a red handprint.

Bruce: "So I was wondering if you might be able to send me over that copy of those receipts to be able to reimburse you for your work with WayneTech. You've been very valuable as a friend but also as a partner working on these things day and night. I don't think you should have to work for free, I know these things take you all night." Bruce says as he enters the bedroom in the manor you're borrowing from him.

"Bruce, I'm changing. Can this wait a few minutes?" You ask as you cover yourself with your pajamas, which you have not yet put on.

"I'm sorry, I suppose after living alone for so long I seem to have forgotten my manners and should have knocked." Bruce backs out of the room giving you time and space to dress yourself. He leaves a note for you to meet him in the dining area.

You meet him there, and there is something familiar on the table, something your grandmother used to bake, something you haven't had since you were a child.

"I hope you don't mind I did some digging on you and found out a few things about you. This was supposed to be a present for working so hard for me and my company, but because of my intrusion, I hope it also serves as an apology." He smiled politely and gestured for you to sit down which of course you did.

"If this is your version of an apology, Mr. Wayne, then I hope for my sake you make more mistakes." You said kindly with a smile, taking a bite of the dessert which tasted like you had been blasted back into the past when life was much easier.

Tim: "Oh Um! I didn't see anything I promise!" He covers his eyes and backs up only to hit his head on a shelf behind him, uncovering his eyes to rub his head on instinct before realizing he uncovered his eyes and recovers them, turns around to peak out at the door and make his way out to the kitchen to ice the large goose egg on the back of his head.

"Did you need something, Tim?" You ask him as you enter the kitchen after dressing yourself.

"I- I did, but I don't remember. I'm so sorry for walking in on you changing." He says as he holds a bag of peas to the back of his head.

"It's alright, it was an accident." You say as you cross the kitchen to where he's sitting, putting your hand over his to hold the peas for him, he leans into your touch as a silent thank you, he's relieved you aren't mad at him.

Damian: "So I was going over the plans for this upcoming mission..." Damian began to speak as he came into your room unannounced.

"I understand this is your house but I'm getting dressed, Damian." You said as you tried to cover yourself up to spare your dignity, he might be your best friend and you might have a crush on him, but right now is not the time you want him to see you naked.

"I think you and I should split up and cover more ground, reconverge to compare information, and hopefully Father will continue to let us spend the rest of the mission together." Damian continued as if he didn't notice you're naked, and you'd be right, he hasn't noticed your nakedness, or if he has, he doesn't care.

"DAMIAN, I'M CHANGING!" You yell at him to maybe get his attention.

"I know you're naked, but we have limited time to go over the plans, and I'm not looking at your body, I promise, and even if I were, I'm sure you have nothing I haven't seen before. Many women in the League used to change infront of me, we had to change in front of each other regularly." He says it like it's no big deal because to him it probably is, being raised like that would change anyone's perception of things most people would deem normal.

"Could you at least turn around? I'm a bit self-conscious, if not for your sake but for mine?" You ask as you keep your clothes held to your naked chest, only feeling the ability to breathe as soon as he turns away from you, your face redder than deep red colors of your uniform.

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Hi! Could you do batboys with teaching their S/O self defense, please?

Self-Defense

REQUESTS OPEN BTW

DICK: "Come on, one, two. Hit up top then bottom." He says, holding up the boxing mittens. Prompting you to do as he says.

"C'mon, faster, Babe. One, two, one." Which you did, hitting top, bottom, top, then he started adding swings in and moving, circling you on the mat.

"Damn, you're natural, Honey. I'm gonna slightly move out the hand I want you to hit, you go ahead and hit it, okay? Let's go." He moves his left out, and you hit his left, his right, and you hit his right. Slowly, he starts to add swings in there, not super fast, cause, of course, you're learning, but you do lose your footing and land on top of him.

"Hey, that's cheating." He says before pinning you to the mat and tickling you until you almost pee.

"No! Babe! No! I'm tapping out!" You squirm under him and tap your hand on the ground, squirming away as he stops.

JASON: "You wanna turn your body to the side so you're less of a target which makes you less likely to be hit." He sets his hands on your hips from behind, shifting you to turn a bit.

"So I wanna stay vertical, not parallel? Right?" You ask him as you fix your stance accordingly, making sure your feet are still planted firmly and you are stable on your feet so you can't be knocked over.

"Yeah, just like that, but you don't wanna be too solid, or you can't be quick on your feet. It's all a balance. Plus, you don't wanna to put too much pressure here." He pressed his hand into the small of your back, rubbing an area he could already tell had tension.

You let out a groan as he pressed into your back. You hadn't noticed it til now, but your lower back is giving you pretty bad pain right now.

"Enough for today, we can go again tomorrow. Let's get you a warm bath, Babygirl. Going to bed all sweaty with your back tight like this will slow you down with this."

"Only if you join me." You turn to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck, mesmerized by his eyes.

"Whatever in the world would've made you think I already wasn't?" He reaches down squeezing your ass with a smile, looking down at you with all the love in the world.

BRUCE: Bruce was adamant that if you dated him, you'd have to learn self-defense. You asked yourself a lot why a billionaire might need self-defense classes, but you indulged his request.

"You think this is a game? It's not, what would you do I grabbed you around like this and I shoved you into the back of a van? What would you do?" He asks if he has picked you up with ease.

"What if I-" You ask as you try to get out but fail..." or I could-" You try a different way.

"The likelihood of getting after I get you into this position unless I let go of you is slim. Let me show you what you should do...For the exercise, we won't poke in the eyes, scratch or hit the groin, throat, or chin, but they are very sensitive areas. If I go to grab you around your waist, the best thing to do is to become deadweight, it will slow smaller thugs down and give you time. Now, if I grab your neck, I want you to spin around very quickly and push my arm down with your shoulder, hard. This will usually break my grasp."

You do as he says, knocking his arms down before kicking him in the back of the knee sending him to his knees before kicking him in the chest and onto the ground.

"Like this?" You ask innocently, and he looks up at you with a smile, no one would ever guess someone so sweet and unassuming could defend herself, and that's your best tool in defense.

TIM: Tim tried to teach you how to defend yourself but you both ended up goofing around. Tim tried to attack you to see how well you could defend yourself, but you kicked him in the stomach, and when he was down on his knees, you grabbed him by his boxers and started giving him a wedgie.

"Oh my god! Babe! Babe! Stop, stop, stop, stop, oh my god! I yield! Babe! I yield, please stop!"

You giggled and laughed at his pleas to stop. Tim reached out a hand and tripped you, laughing as he grabbed you and crawled on top of you. You tried to get away, laughing as you did so.

"Tim! No!" You laughed as he began to rush after you. "Babe! No! No! I yield!" Tears rushed down your face as you laughed harder.

DAMIAN: "The best way to defend yourself is to not have to defend yourself, and considering I am always by your side, you shouldn't have to, but now that I taught you how to physically defend yourself...my next step is how to minimize the chances of if you have to. Making yourself more identifiable will make it harder for people to want to kidnap or murder you. We want neither civilians nor others who would try to take you from me. That's why I had you choose one of these designs. Everyone in the league has a large but easily covered pattern across their backs." Damian walks you down the hallway as he explains this all to you, he makes sure to be concise about what he's saying and makes sure you understand.

"I'm getting a tattoo?" You ask as you try to keep up with his long strides, your hand in his as both of you walk.

"Normally, those getting this tattoo are not given anything for the pain, but this isn't a test in this situation, this is protection. You're going to be my wife soon, and it would be best if everyone knew you're under our protection." Damian leads you into a sterile room where a woman gets a tattoo gun ready, and there's almost like a medical table for you to lie on.

"I will leave if you wish me to do so, Beloved." You hadn't noticed until he spoke but Damian had paused at the door.

"Please don't leave, my heart is racing and I would be much calmer with you by my side, Dami." You almost beg him to stay with you. He helps remove your shirt and lays you face down on the table, putting gloves on before applying numbing cream to your back.

"You can take breaks whenever you need, okay?" He peels off the gloves and sits beside you. Damian's green eyes gaze into yours, and he grabs your hand to massage it, his way of trying to calm you down. "It will be over before you know it."

The numbing cream helps a little, but you can still feel the needle, the repetitive feeling causing you to be lulled to sleep rather quickly, but Damian never leaves your side. He cleans and takes care of you for the next couple of weeks while it heals. He's gentle and patient, and by the time of your wedding, it is completely healed and you have little problem showing it off like a prize. Your his, the tattoo is proof of that if the ring wasn't enough.

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i drew jason todd with an oc of mine named daliah, shes harley and ivy's daughter. this took so long but it's so worth it.

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What do we think so far?

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REQUESTS OPEN FOR THE BATBOYS X READERS.

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REQUESTS OPEN FOR CARMY BERZATTO OR LIP GALLAGHER. (x readers)

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Pretty please hcs about them coming home to you touching yourself

They Come Home To You Touching Yourself

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Dick: He walks in quietly after hearing the moaning and after what he sees? Well, the blush that fills his face could beat the brightness of neon pink. He tries to stop it, but a smile fills his face. He doesn't want to embarrass you so he quietly closes the door before backing up to the front door and shouting. "Honey, I'm home."

"Get your ass in here, Richard. I know you came in here!"

Jason: Lord is he proud, his ego just went through every story of the building and out the roof. He knows that you love him, but knowing that you're thinking about him when he's gone fills him up with a sense of pride. At this moment, he wants nothing more than to show you it's exactly how much pride bout you seems to be taking care of it well enough on your own. He lets you finish before accidentally scaring the shit out of you with a few words as he kneels on the bed, "Good girl, Angel. Almost as good as me."

Bruce: Bruce knows he can't always be around when you get the need to fulfill your urges, and this isn't the first time he's walked in on you pleasuring yourself, but this is the first time he's dropped everything to join you.

"It's been too long, My Love," Bruce says before getting down on his knees at the edge of the bed. His popping in and out unexpectedly didn't scare you anymore, but you are pleasantly surprised to see him so willingly get onto his knees considering most nights he'd plop down in bed and be snoring before you even got a word in.

Tim: "Sweetheart, look what I got at the store! They had so many lego sets on sale and these ones have lights!" He said so excitedly as he entered your loft apartment.

Tim nearly dropped just about all the bags in his hands as he saw you across the loft. "Where are your clothes? Wh- Wh- What's going on?" His face was scarlet red.

"Is- Is this what you do when I'm not home?"

"Tend to me then we can build a lego set. Whatever one you want..." You smiled and bit your lip, speaking to him from where you lay in the bed. As the word his his ears, he dropped the yellow bags, very promptly scrambled into bed with you, kicking his shoes off.

Damian: "Now, I know you aren't doing what it is so very clear you are doing, Beloved." Damian came in with a smirk as he heard you moaning. He had taken a mission from the League that caused him to be gone for a few weeks, and his return date changed a multitude of times.

"At least I know you missed me." He grabbed you by your ankle and dragged you to the end of the bed. "I hope you saved some for me." He kissed up your thighs and moved your hands and any other devices you had used away from you before burying his face between your thighs.

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