#;; & headcanon

[shyjusticewarrior]

Things the batkids would comment on tiktok

[incorrectbatfam]

An Inside Out AU with Damian would be fascinating given that he's Damian

[last-dropsevi]

Mechanic Sevika x Female Reader. (NSFW Headcanons)

Sevika's size is something she loves to flaunt in the most teasing and dominant ways. Whether she's pinning you against the back wall of her repair shop or spreading you out on the hood of your car, she relishes how small you are compared to her. She'll smirk down at you as her hands easily maneuver your body, her rough, grease-stained fingers gripping your hips or wrists with an almost possessive force.

After a long day in the shop, her scent is impossible to ignore—sweat, oil, and faint traces of tobacco. It drives you wild, and Sevika knows it. She’ll lean in close, letting you bury your face in her neck as she whispers, “Go on, get your fix,” before her lips curl into a grin. She finds it almost unfair how easily her natural scent leaves you dazed and needy.

Biting is a favorite game for her. She’ll sink her teeth into your thighs, shoulders, or neck, loving the way you gasp and whimper at the sharp sting. Her bites always linger just shy of pain, but they leave bruises that make you remember exactly who you belong to.

Rough sex is her specialty, and she’s not one to take it slow unless you beg her for it. She’s fond of bending you over the hood of your car, her voice gravelly as she growls, “Hold on tight,” before making sure the entire shop echoes with your cries. She takes particular pride in pushing you to your limits, teasing you with overstimulation until your legs shake and you’re pleading for her to stop—or not stop.

Sevika loves the control she has when she’s between your thighs, her broad shoulders keeping you pinned in place as she takes her time. She’ll coax orgasm after orgasm out of you with her tongue, smirking as your hips jerk uncontrollably against her face. “You can take one more,” she’ll mutter against your skin, her deep voice vibrating through you.

The shop itself becomes your playground. Whether it’s the backroom, the hood of your car, or even inside the car itself, Sevika loves the thrill of taking you wherever she wants. The risk of getting caught—doors barely locked, tools scattered around—only makes it hotter for both of you.

Sevika

...loves taking you in the dimly lit backroom of her auto shop, the faint scent of oil and metal mixing with the heat between your bodies. Tonight is no different—your car’s hood is still warm from the drive as Sevika lifts you onto it, her large hands spreading your thighs effortlessly.

Her broad frame towers over you, and the sight of her grease-streaked tank top clinging to her chest sends a rush of arousal straight to your core. Sevika smirks, noticing the way your breath hitches when she leans in, her scent—sweat and the faint musk of her day’s work—intoxicating.

“You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?” she growls, her voice gravelly and low. Her lips trail down your neck, pausing to bite just hard enough to leave a mark. The sharp sting pulls a moan from your lips, and she chuckles against your skin. “That’s what I thought.”

Her rough hands push your skirt up, fingers brushing against your thighs before yanking your underwear aside. The cool air against your heat contrasts with the warmth of her hands, and you can’t stop the way your hips buck toward her.

���Needy already?” she teases, her smirk widening as she kneels between your legs. The sight of Sevika on her knees, her strong hands gripping your thighs to keep you in place, is enough to leave you breathless.

Her tongue is relentless, moving with precision as she drags it along your folds before focusing on your clit. The way she works you over—slow at first, then faster as she feels you squirm—has you moaning her name in seconds. Her broad shoulders keep your thighs spread wide, and when your hands tangle in her short hair to pull her closer, she growls into you, the vibration making your toes curl.

“Don’t you dare hold back,” she mutters, her deep voice sending shivers up your spine. She pushes you to the edge with her tongue alone, and just when you think you can’t take it anymore, she slides two thick fingers inside you. The stretch makes your back arch, and she smirks, watching the way your body responds to her.

When your first orgasm hits, Sevika doesn’t stop. Her fingers keep moving, curling just right, while her tongue flicks against your sensitive clit. “Come on, give me another,” she murmurs, her voice dripping with authority. The overstimulation has you gasping, tears pricking your eyes as she coaxes another wave of pleasure from you.

Before you can recover, she pulls you off the hood, spinning you around and bending you over it. One hand presses firmly against your lower back while the other slides back between your legs. Her fingers work you again, rough and calculated, while her lips find the sensitive skin of your shoulder. She bites down, hard enough to make you cry out, and she smirks against your skin.

“You’re so fucking perfect like this,” she growls, her tone almost possessive. The slick sounds of her fingers thrusting into you echo through the shop, mingling with your moans and the faint hum of machinery in the background.

By the time she’s done, your legs are shaking, and your body is thoroughly spent. She leans down, brushing her lips against your ear as she whispers, “Next time, we’re trying it in the backseat.”

This Sevika thrives on dominance, control, and the satisfaction of leaving you utterly wrecked—and completely hers.

This is connected to a longer story I made

[iamliquid]

Damian and Jason yelling at each other. Arguing about something again.

"YOU AREN'T MY MOTHER YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO" Damian yells.

"YEAH WELL I WAS THERE WHEN YOU WERE BORN, I HELD YOU IN MY ARMS, TOOK CARE OF YOU, I FED YOU, I EVEN READ YOU CINDERELLA DURING BEDTIME" Jason yells back.

The yelling continues.

"..You met baby Damian?"Bruce says with a little sadness. He also wanted to see his little boy as a baby :(

"OKAY!? I DON'T CARE"

Jason gasps dramatically, tears welling up in his eyes (He cries on command) "HOW DARE YOU, FINE YOU DON'T CARE THATS FINE BUT YOU WILL CARE AFTER I FUCK YOUR MOM AGAIN"

Damian stops in his tracks, and so does Dick.

"..You fucked Talia?" Dick says with a worry in his voice "I knew you liked older women but-"

Then Damian starts yelling again in retaliation.

"Steph no." Tim says but it was too late

"Like father like son."Stephanie says before bursting out in laughter doubling down on the floor.

"SO WHAT I FUCKED YOUR MOM!? AND I HEARD THAT" Jason yells from the living room

"So how did this start?" Duke asks while drinking from his cup.

"Jason found out Damian dog tagged his copy of the great Gatsby." Tim says while being dragged down by a dying Stephanie.

Alfred in the meanwhile is mixing sedatives into the batch of cookies he's making, and the coffee, and the whiskey because he knows that Jason will down that entire thing after the argument.

Yes Bruce is still on the baby Damian thing.

[lucychanart]

tamsand in love🧎🏻‍♀️

[wichiwachi]

Your honor, i wanna be adopted by them

silly little headcanon that, as Robin, each of the Batboys were trained to go limp when being lifted from areas of danger, sort of like how kittens go limp when mother cats grab the scruff of their neck. it just makes so it’s easier for Batman to grab the little Robin from a particularly dangerous area.

i imagine that, even after his Robin days, Nightwing still has going limp trained into him. one time, when he and Starfire were in a particularly dangerous battle and cornered by a cliff edge, Starfire grabs hold of him and he just limp. Starfire assumes something has happened to him and panics, but finds that Nightwing is fine. he’s a bit embarrassed, seeing that he still has his Robin training instilled deeply within him somewhere.

but where it gets even funnier is with Jason. as Robin, it’s always a little cute to see Batman grab him by the scruff of his neck and to see the small child go limp and get carried off into safety. but when Batman and Red Hood get into disagreements during the rare missions that they do come together to take down a common threat, seeing a grown, 6’0” man going limp and then realizing he did so is miraculously laughable. Tim doesn’t let him forget about his Robin habits only to get grabbed and go limp as well.

[incorrectbatfam]

Hello ! In France we have the tradition of "king cake" (link below) and usually the youngest goes under the table to choose who is getting a slice, because the goal is to get the "fève". So, how would it goes with the batfam ?

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/King_cake

Duke: According to Wikipedia, the youngest person goes under the table and decides who gets each piece as it's cut with the goal of getting the prize inside the cake. In our case, it's the batarang Cass dropped into the mix.

Steph: Alright, Damian, you're up.

Jason: I look forward to this.

Tim: *jumps out of his chair*

Tim: HE STABBED ME IN THE FOOT!

Dick: ...Maybe this tradition isn't for us.

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Hazbin Hotel Headcanons

"We are Just Friends" "Just friends I thought I was your wife" Hazbin Men x Reader

Guess who's baaaaaack, it's ya fav writer Luna, whoot whoot

Lucifer

He was over the moon the first time someone mistook you two for a couple. He really thought it was his time to shine next to you, only for you to deny it right in front of him.

As the two of you grew closer and closer, the more 'friend' things you did, the more it looked like a 'couple' thing, from cuddling on the couch to holding hands at the mall.

When your actual friends started calling you a couple, he knew something was up. Not only do you tell your friends everything, but the giggles and pointing really laid it in for him that you may have some feelings.

By the time you were out in public again and you got called a couple he was quick to interject in the conversation to make sure it was clear that you two were actually a couple.

When you questioned him about it he was all smiles and giggles. It went a lil something like this:

You had pulled Lucifer from the man talking to you just moments ago. "Lucifer, what the heck? We aren't even dating."

He just smiled at you and shrugged, pulling you close to himself. "Well, to me, this looks like a date, a pretty person out and about with a pretty handsome devil."

You slapped his arm and rolled your eyes, trying to get the previous man's attention to let him know you were just friends. Then Lucifer chimed in, "Just friends, Y/N. You wound me. I thought I was your husband."

Needless to say, this whole interaction definitely helped you two confess your underlying feelings and start actually dating. So, there was a lot of good to come from some silly shenanigans.

Adam

Initially, he was against anything tying you two together. I mean, come on, he is the first dick. After all, he can have anyone he wants. Until he started catching real feelings for you.

When it was mistaken that you two were a couple after he started falling for you, he would loudly proclaim he was your husband, and you would just laugh and giggle.

Sometimes, you would correct him, especially in front of the seraphim or executioners, that you were just friends, but Adam was always there to tell everyone he was your husband.

He only saw hope that you would drop the foolish idea that you weren't his when you blushed at him, grabbing your hand and telling a winner about how he married you not too long ago.

The last time that you tried to correct someone on your and Adam's relationship, it went a little like this:

You shook your head, giggling at Adam's antics, and looked at Sera. "We are not married, I have no ring, and I am single."

Adam gasped and summoned a hundred different rings. "That's okay bitch. I can fix that. Take your pick. I am the first man, after all."

You blushed and shook your head, telling Sera you were close friends. Her knowing eyes read you like a book on how much you wanted to be more. Then Adam jumped in. "Babes, we're just friends. Are you serious? I am your husband; just let it happen, please."

Shortly after this incident, Sera had a long talk with Adam about how he should ask to be your boyfriend first, then maybe move on up to husband status.

Vox

He was content having you around, even if it stung every time you called him just your friend. He was happy he had a friend who genuinely cared.

He would, however, pout and give you too much space and distance when you would correct people that you were just friends. He wasn't petty, no, never. He just cared about you not being mistaken and not making you uncomfortable.

It was brought to his attention by the other Vees that you and he were uncharacteristically close for people deeming themselves "just friends." You two were glued to each other, giggling and bringing out your best selves.

When he realized this, he slowly stopped correcting people and would even butt in before you could correct them, just letting all of hell slowly think you and Vox were together.

The last time you ever corrected someone that you and Vox were just friends went a little like this:

You were watching one of Vox's live streams and saw an influx of messages asking where you were and when you two started dating. You sighed. "We are not dating. We are just friends!"

Vox short-circuited and turned to look at you. Quickly, he dragged you to his lap, setting you down and hugging you in front of everyone. "They are shy and don't want you all to know I am their husband."

You gasped and blushed brightly, trying to pry yourself out of Vox's grasp, but he held you tight and laughed with a big, bright smile.

Once the stream was over, a lengthy discussion ensued about the meanness of messing with one's emotions. Only then did you realize no feelings were messed with, and Vox was dead serious.

Alastor

With Alastor, it was all on the flip side. He was adamant that you two were just friends—good, good friends. However, you always longed for more and were hurt when the words left his lips.

He somehow always managed to miss your pouts and groans whenever the situation seemed to care how it affected you when he harshly told the world that all you were was a friend.

You found it hard to believe that you two were just friends when you did so much together, more than he and Rosie. You were always in his studio, sitting right next to him as he required while drinking tea that he especially makes for you and no one else.

You finally caved in and spoke to Rosie about the mixed signals her best friend was giving you, only for her to reconfirm your suspicions that no one else entirely lived in Alastors heart like you did.

The last time you let him ever call you just friends went a little like this:

Rosie sat across from you two as Alastor made your tea, a knowing look on her face. Before she spoke, you knew she would make the comment you always dreamed about your and Alastor's relationship. Sure enough, Alastor was quick to respond, "Rosie, dear, we are just friends. How many times do I have to tell you?"

Alastor's crisp voice rang out, and you were distraught. However, you had other ideas. You gently touched Alastors hand and smiled at Rosie. "Oh, he is too shy to admit he has a partner now."

The blush that reached both of your faces was priceless as you two looked at one another, and Alastor froze, spilling tea everywhere.

After your tea party, you sat down in Alastor's recording studio to discuss the intricacies of your relationship. As soon as Alastor finally admitted to his feelings, it just so happened that he 'accidentally' broadcasted your confessions live for all to hear.

[memariaaa]

I hope nobody sneaks into my room and uses my holes 👀🤭

[thekitten-hoarder]

please, charlie is 100% bi

this deserves to be its own post. like yes. totally endorsed.

[thedemonofcat]

I want to see Jaskier get into fights with other bards who try to claim Geralt as their muse.

"Stay calm," Geralt soothed, carefully wiping the last traces of blood from Jaskier's face, his steady hands betraying his concern.

"Ah, but it stings," Jaskier winced, his voice tinged with discomfort.

"It's supposed to sting; that's how antiseptics work," Geralt replied, a note of annoyance creeping in. "Why did you even try to fight that guy? He was twice your size and heavily armed."

Jaskier turned away, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "He called you his inspiration."

Geralt's lips curled into an almost amused smile. "Jask, are you jealous?"

Biting his lip, Jaskier hesitated nervously. "Well, they were good. You heard them. What if you decided you like them better as a bard than me?"

"Jaskier, look at me," Geralt whispered, taking Jaskier's hands, their matching wedding rings glinting softly. "Only you are my Bard."

[plethorawrites]

Jason Todd x Empath Reader (Because I love this idea)

Jason had barely made it through the door of the apartment before he collapsed onto the couch, his feet hanging off the end of it as he buried his face in a throw pillow with a tired groan.

You looked up from the pot you were stirring in the kitchen, glancing over at him. "Long day?" He just groaned again into the pillow. "Did you want to take a nap before we eat dinner?"

Sometimes, when he was extremely tired, he would take a power nap before you ate, just to avoid falling asleep during the meal. You never minded much, since you knew he had a hard job and it wore him out.

All he did was raise a hand, waving it dismissively. Was that a yes or a no? You weren't quite sure, but probably thought he was refusing the offer, as he often did, since he felt guilty for coming home and falling asleep immediately instead of spending time with you.

Despite his best efforts, he slipped into a state of slumber quite quickly, even though he tried to fight it off, telling himself he would only rest his eyes for a moment before getting up to give you a kiss like he always did.

A few moments later, when dinner was nearly ready, you heard the sound of something getting kicked and peered over towards where he was resting. "Jay?"

No response.

Turning the burner down, you walked over to the couch where he was sleeping, not well, at that. He was thrashing, the way he often did, one of his legs hanging off the couch, occasionally kicking the coffee table when his body jumped.

"Jay," you repeated, a bit firmer, shaking him awake.

He bolted straight up, breathing heavily. His hand gripped the pillow until it was white while he looked around, trying to recognize his surroundings.

His gaze eventually landed on you and his breathing slowed. "Baby?"

You knelt by the couch, taking his hand in yours. "You okay?" You asked gently, as to not elicit any strong emotions from him by accident.

Jason hesitated to answer, not wanting to lie to you but hating to admit the truth as well. "I- I guess," he muttered, his grip on your hand tightening. He scrubbed his face with his spare hand, wiping the sleep from his eyes. "I'm sorry for falling asleep," he apologized, leaning forward to place a small kiss on your lips.

You frowned slightly, resting your forehead against his. "It's fine," you assured him. "Are you hungry?"

Yes.

He was absolutely starving.

And as an added bonus, he wouldn't have to talk about his feelings or dreams for a while.

Jason nodded, loosening his grip on your hand ever so slightly before standing up, draping his hand around your waist and following you into the kitchen.

He knew you liked to know about how he was feeling; you constantly asked and he appreciated that you would take the time to let him try to vocalize feelings he used to ignore or invalidate. But he also knew that if he let you, you would use your powers on him every chance you could to help him sleep or bring him peace of mind, at your own expense.

Jason couldn't let you do that. So, he would rarely, if ever take advantage of your gifts. Instead, he would talk your ear off when he, very rarely, felt emotional enough to talk. And he would show you how he felt as often as possible.

After dinner, he laid down in bed beside you, pulling you close to him, like normal, resting his hand on your back and burying his face in your hair, kissing the top of your head. He never felt safer than when he was holding you and could feel you holding him back, with your arm wrapped around his waist and your head resting on his chest, listening to his heart beat through his shirt.

Unfortunately, his subconscious got scary when he was asleep and the normal comfort he felt disappeared when he began to dream, feeling like you were slipping away from him.

In his dreams, you left him. In his dreams, he died over and over and no one stood at his grave. In his dreams, he lost everything, everyone.

Jason woke up to you shaking him again, practically shouting his name to try to get him to open his eyes. He had broken out in a cold sweat, tossing and turning until all the pillows had fallen off the bed and he'd basically stolen the entire blanket from you.

"I'm sorry," were the first words out of his mouth. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." He was out of breath, panting as he buried his head in his hands. "I'm so sorry. Please don't leave."

You dragged his hands away from his face, taking his chin in between your fingers and forcing him to look at you. "Jay, talk to me," you pleaded quietly, laying your head on his shoulder as he caught his breath. "Just tell me what you saw."

He exhaled, his fingers curling around the sheets. "You left me," he said, staring down at the bed. "I died again and you di- you moved on. You didn't even visit my grave."

Your heart broke.

"You know I'd never do that," you insisted with conviction. "Never."

If he died, you wouldn't move on. You couldn't. You wouldn't just visit his grave, you'd probably live at it. No piece of your heart wanted to even think about loving someone else. Ever.

Jason swallowed harshly. "I know," he whispered, trying to believe you. "I just...my subconscious doesn't."

You squeezed his shoulder, running your hand back and forth, trying to ease some of the tension in his neck. "Please let me make it better," you begged.

"No," Jason replied without hesitation.

He wouldn't let himself rely on your powers. He loved you. Not for your ability to lull him to sleep, but because you were his partner, the person he wanted to see every morning and every night, who brought a smile to his face and made him feel safe just by existing.

"Jason—"

"I said no!" He exclaimed. "I'm not using you. I'm not going to sleep while you stay up to let me."

You paused, seeing him tense even more. He hadn't meant to snap and you both knew it.

"You're not using me," you stated calmly. "And I can sleep anytime. Please just let me help you rest. Just for a few hours."

You were desperate for him to sleep. He looked exhausted, miserable, even. It hurt you almost as much to see him deny himself what could help as it did for him to constantly refuse your offer.

His jaw set and you could see him thinking it though.

"Please," you repeated in a soft whisper.

He finally caved. Nodding he sighed heavily, laying down. "No more than three or four hours."

That's all he really needed to function, anyway.

You nodded, laying down with him, seamlessly falling into his strong arms, wrapping your arms and legs around him like a koala, clinging to him for your own comfort as much as his.

The tension slowly dissipated from his body as he wrapped his arms around you, enveloping your body tightly as he buried his face in your neck, taking a deep breath and trying not to feel guilty.

A few seconds passed and he suddenly felt his anger, his sadness, his pain, all subsided until all he felt was peace and calm. Not to mention love. A lot of love. To a nearly unfathomable point.

Within seconds he was falling asleep in your arms, humming and mumbling incoherently while nuzzling your neck as you stroke his hair, scratching his scalp with your nails.

Three or four he said. You agreed.

You still stayed up all night, only allowing yourself to fall asleep once the sun rose and he got eight full hours of sleep for the first time since the last time he let you use your powers on him.

He'd be annoyed, you knew and he wanted to complain, tell you not to sacrifice your sleep for his but when he woke up, you were already asleep, still clinging to him. So, he let his arms tighten around you again, laying there, letting you sleep, like you let him.

A relationship was give and take, he knew. He felt terrible for taking too much, so he would give you this. For as long as he could. Even if his arms were numb.

[mellohimmku94]

this is giving highschool sweetheart Sevika with her first girlfriend

[lbibliophile]

She came back right... but it shouldn't be that easy. It's too good to be true, so where's the hidden cost? Where's the hidden cost?

the "came back wrong" trope except like... they didnt. like this mad scientists wife died, and so he studied necromancy, brought her back, and she came back and it all worked. like she came back exactly the same as she was before with literally no difference. but the scientist guy is like "oh no... what have i done.... shes Different now!!!! she came back Wrong!!!!" and shes just like. chilling. reading a book. cooking dinner. shes just so so normal but in the guys mind hes like "oh shes soooo weird" but shes just normal

[local-space-case]

love sonadow fics where shadow and tails have beef. yeah shadow loves his boyfriend. yeah he kicked the shit out of his younger brother the second he laid eyes on him. yeah he wants to do it again.

meanwhile tails is in his lab creating bionic legs solely so he can kick shadow’s face in harder than he did to him.

and no, sonic does not notice they hate each other.