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[swe3tte4rs]

Batifamily headcanons feeling jealous about their siblings spending more time with Batmom? Or something like that, however you like to write it 🙊

" Jealousy jealousy " - Batmom!Reader x Batkids

Author's note: MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR (late)!!! Love this 🫶. And I feel like this request is VERY my AU!!! Dah, who wouldn't compete for the love of their sweet and loving mother!? (The hatred between them began when Bruce had to set schedules for each one so they wouldn't fight for Batmom's attention... joke)

Also I am very sad, because when I was responding to this kind of request and I saved it as a draft, it was deleted 😭!!! CRYING 💔💔!!! On top of that, I loved the request, it was beautiful 😭! It was about Batmom as Bruce's couple and Bruce introduces Batmom to the batkids... And if it was you who sent it 🫵, let me tell you that I loved it and it will take me a while to upload it 💓!! Lov you all

And (I almost forgot to mention this), This AU of the batfamily is a mix of comics, series, headcanons (I LOVE headcanons of batfamily 💗), video games, movies and webtoon! + My main language is not English, so if you find any spelling mistakes, tell me in a comment!

Request opens 💗💗!!! BUT, before you request anything check my rules.

Dick Grayson / Nightwing

Honestly, I don't see him being jealous of his brothers at all! But since I haven't read all of his comics and in this AU he is a mix, I don't have an opinion. 👀

Let us begin.

I feel like Dick is a real mama's boy, he love his mom and he will prove it.

Dick is very used to having all of Batmom's attention to himself.

But he hides his jealousy very well, or so he thinks…

Jealousy began when Dick started having siblings. DON'T DENY ME GIRL 🤝🤝!!!

When he gets jealous that you spend more time with, I don't know, he'll go to sleep with you and Bruce, but leaving Bruce aside and enjoying your caresses in his hair while he listens to his siblings complain from outside the bedroom. (Bruce hate this, but I feel that at the same time he love it just a little bit. Very little.)

Possibly he will also rub things you did with him that you didn't do with your other children in his siblings' faces.

I think he is the only one (along with Jason) who has a complete album with photos of him as a child. So he'll show it off to others by saying that you loved him so much that you made an entire photo album of him.

He would do the same with Jason, telling him that his album has more photos and with more photos of you and Dick.

I feel like he would start a whole fight against one of his brothers just to carry all the shopping bags by himself so you don't do it. (This idea is similar to "Jason Todd is a total mama's boy" because I was inspired by it, so credit to its respective author 💓)

"Mommy, did you just call me Damian? Oh my god... my heart..." #atotaldramaqueenbaby💋💋👊👊

Jason Todd / Red Hood

Another drama queen...

A mama's boy from head to toe. (My poor baby just needed a fucking mother figure 😭💔)

He is first in everything. Do you need help opening a jar? He already opened it for you and said I love you and then left and returned to a mission.

But that's not what we're talking about right now... Nonono, we're talking about jealousy, guys...

I bet he's the most sensitive of all.

He makes sure you don't show favoritism to anyone, unless it's him, if so he lets it go.

Did you spend an extra minute with one of your other children because you didn't see the time? He is already burning in a pit of jealousy.

I feel like he would start fighting with his sibling and then he would apply the law of silence to you. But it doesn't last long because he can't resist your cute nicknames and your "you're my favorite" (you say that to each of your babies)

"Why do you call him "son"? He isn't even your son!" And he gives you a whole long speech when you were just trying to be nice to Roy.

He even gets jealous of Bruce.

He doesn't care if it's one of his sisters or a good friend of his, you can't call them cute nicknames! And even less if they are the ones you use with him!

He has good hearing, he makes sure that you call him by his nicknames and not by one of his siblings' nicknames.

"WHAT THE FUCK, MA?! Why are you washing Tim's hair with the shampoo you use with me!?!?" You broke him...

Tim Drake / Red Robin

( I haven't read almost anything by Tim, so forgive me if something doesn't add up, but I promise you that I already have more or less what his personality is like.)

Tim does not admit his jealousy, he is calmer compared to his brothers.

He might start scheduling his patrols to coincide with Batmom’s free time, ensuring that he gets to spend some time with her.

I feel like he would feel more insecurity than jealousy

But I also think he would try to take Batmom's attention away from his sibling by calling Batmom to help him do something he can easily do alone.

He wouldn't care if you treated his friends like your children. I think he would be happy.

Umh Well… I think there's not much to jealousy about this one...

Damian Wayne / Robin

Yes, I headcanon that Damian is one of the most jealous once he realizes that Batmom can give him the love that Talia didn't give him.

He is the same as Jason, he has the same percentage of jealousy.

The only thing is that he would start making arguments about why Batmom would have to spend the whole week with him and not with her brothers.

Oh, and he doesn't care what Bruce does with Batmom. Although he is disgusted by the slightest affection they have.

At galas, I feel like he would be glued to you, hugging your waist and making sure there is no threat.

If you're not patrolling, he'd be with you watching some movie. (I DON'T KNOW WHY I IMAGINED HIM WATCHING MEAN GIRLS)

"I say mom Is going to go with me first because I'm the best-" And then he was interrupted by his siblings.

There is a relationship of hate and equality between him and Jason…

"Don't you see that my mother has an engagement ring and I'm next to her, son of a- *you interrupt him*" I feel like he would say this to anyone who flirts with you.

He is not understanding why his siblings get to spend more time with her.

Mama's boy

I would continue writing, but I have no more inspiration and ideas, sorry...

Cassandra Cain / Orphan

WHY DID SHE PUT THAT NAME BRO???

Cassandra, being the quiet and observant one, might internalize her feelings of jealousy.

Cass is the last one to get jealous, honestly.

She understands that Batmom loves them all equally and there is no favoritism.

Although sometimes she doubts…

She would feel excluded every time she sees you spend more time with one of her siblings.

But putting that behind, she would know that you love them all equally and would let it go by speaking with you how she feels.

0,1% jealous.

Stephanie Brown / Spoiler

Depends…

I think she would feel jealous if Batmom shows favoritism towards others.

In itself, I don't think Steph is VERY jealous. Just... a little bit.

Duke Thomas / The Signal

I need to read more about this man 😭

He's the newest one in the batfam, but he was still able to connect with Batmom very well.

Duke is not one to be jealous, he just doesn't care what batmom does.

Although he is a similar case to Cass.

He would feel a little "insecure" seeing the ties Batmom has with his siblings.

But it always ends well with Batmom watching a movie with him.

[You can put more headcanons in a comment if you like!! And suggestions are always welcome <3]

[whoskimii]

DO I MAKE YOU HORNY, BABY ?

★ touching him ft. gojo ! ★

˖˚₊ warnings ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ slightly subby satoru, he cums in his boxers (prematurely), brief mention of unprotected p in v at the end (don't be silly, wrap your willy :3), curse words.

˖˚₊ wc ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 1k.

“hn...” satoru shivered as you sat behind him, drawing slow, lazy patterns across the bare skin of his trembling thighs. his pretty eyes squeezed shut as he leaned his sweaty back on your chest before letting his head fall backwards against your shoulder.

he wanted this. needed this.

you were his everything, the love of his life, the girl of his dreams— hell, you were his dreams.

however, he was scared to cum prematurely. he knew it would turn out this way, but he forced the anxious thought at the back of his mind.

every aspect of you prompted him to finish sooner than expected. your softness, your gentleness, your warmth— it was bound to happen.

“wait... a–are you sure 'bout this...?” the silly question made him cringe internally.

he was the one who should worry.

your quiet giggle made him tense subconsciously. “of course, i am. are you, 'toru ?” you whispered into his ear, your hot breath brushing against the shell of his skin. your pretty, manicured hands ran up and down his thighs, slowly, teasingly.

you were testing him.

“yeah, i a–am too... why d'you ask ?” he muttered, attempting to conceal the way his voice was coming out shakier than intended. “by the way you're trembling, i'm wondering, y'know ? especially 'cause you were so confident before this whole thing started.” you gently mocked him.

his thin, white eyebrows furrowed slightly as you spoke. his cocky personality resurfaced. “who's tellin' you i'm not confident ? i am, i just don't wanna hurt— mphm !” he inhaled sharply as one of your hands slipped under the waistband of his boxers to wrap around his hard, leaky dick.

“mhm ? what were you sayin' ?” you smirked, dragging your lips along the skin of his tense shoulder tauntingly. “fuck me...” he breathed, letting his heavy eyelids flutter shut.

“aw, 'course i'm gonna do that,” you smiled softly. “but be patient.” his eyes opened again when he felt you move. you straddled him easily. he swallowed thickly but his hands flew to your meaty hips nonetheless.

“what are you—" he fumbled with his words but you cut him off. “shh,” you placed a hand on his chest and slowly pushed on it to make him lay on his back. “you trust me, right ?”

that question was also silly.

“of course !” he hastened to answer. “i mean, 'course i do...” he trusted you more than anyone else.

he didn't know how you did it but you made him trust you.

“good boy...” you whispered and leaned down, your chest pressing against his. the praise made him shiver but he would never admit it. you ran your hands down his chest before stopping at his toned abdomen. your rosy, plump lips met the sensitive skin of his collarbone, which made him whimper. “fuck...” he breathed.

you kissed the hollow between his collarbones before teasingly moving towards his shoulder. he hummed and tilted his head to grant you further access, letting his pretty eyes flutter shut. “you like that, 'toru ?” you whispered against the flesh of his shoulder.

silly.

“uh-huh...” he nodded lazily, focusing on the lovely feeling of your lips on him. your mouth traveled from his neck to his sharp jawline, the tip of your warm, wet tongue occasionally dipping out to lick at his skin. he felt you giggle before your lips met his. he instinctively melted into the kiss, reciprocating the embrace with a soft enthusiasm.

“want me to make you feel good, pretty boy ?” your lips brushed against the shell of his ear.

did you have a thing for asking silly questions ?

however, the compliment made him all tingly inside. he knew he was pretty. handsome, even. even a blind man could see it. after all, he had been told countless of times that he was the strongest— the prettiest— during his childhood and even after.

but somehow, hearing the words roll off your tongue made it even better.

“yeah...” he whispered breathlessly. he groaned softly as you began grinding your hips into his, your clothed core brushing against the damp fabric of his thin boxers. “baby...” he placed his pale hands around your waist, guiding your lazy movements.

the more you moved against him, the more he felt that familiar bubble in his lower tummy tightening.

fuck.

it was already happening.

“angel, if y'keep movin' like that— mhm... shit...” he sighed. “you were 'boutta say something, 'toru...?” you knew what he wanted to say. “yeah... if you keep grindin' against me, i'm gonna cum...” he admitted, almost shyly.

you hummed, pressing your lips against his. he kissed you back before the tip of his tongue slid out to brush along your bottom lip, asking for entrance. once you parted your lips, his tongue found yours eagerly. “shit, you— mphm— definitely have some killer hips, love...” he sighed into the kiss, his words slightly muffled.

he was about to cum. he knew it.

“baby, please, just... i don't wanna cum before being inside you, stop...” he broke the kiss with a breathless sigh. you hummed but didn't stop grinding against him. “love, shit, i... i'm 'boutta cum. i'm 'boutta cum.”

he gripped the sheets tightly, his eyes closing as he felt a pleasurable pressure in his lower stomach. “fuck... i don't wanna... cum before you do.” he managed to gasp.

“satoru...” the way you purred his name, mixed with the movements of your hips, was enough to make him finish. “shit—! ngh...” his back lifted off the bed slightly as he came in his boxers. “oh...” he panted.

once he finally came down from his high, his usually light-toned cheeks were flushed. he opened his half-lidded eyes softly, still hazy with pleasure. he met your gaze, slightly ashamed. “baby, i... i'm sorry, i tried to warn—” you placed your lips against his, cutting off his sentence. “do it again. inside me, this time.”

oh.

based on this ask.

[elysiansugar]

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[strwbbshrtcke]

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[berriblossom]

Devotion - Childe

☆| Helloooo, another sagau fic! Liking these atm, read warnings below!|

☆| WARNING| male masturbation, semi-smut (not really just tartag jacking off), religious themes, obsessed devotion, reader is reffered to as a holy elder/ ancient god in teyvat AKA "The Great Divine", MDNI, ALL WORK AND CHARACTERS PROTRAYALS ARE FICTIONAL! Enjoy yaaay!|

Holy divinity was different for many people. Specifically in his homeland of Snezhnaya, the way the cryo archon and the fatui worshipped the elder god of this land, was through trials of hardship and sacrifice. Not by human life but more so in spirit. Tartaglia remembers before he fell into the abyss, he remembers how his parents would take him to the capital of the nation as people handed out hot mule, carts of candies, soups, and strict coupons from the Northland Bank as a way to get more people into debt. Ah sweet times he remembers, but specifically the core of this memory and why he wanted to grow strong in the first place was the military parade, led under the first Fatui Harbinger, Capitano, or the Captain.

How the soldiers and men under such an esteemed figure, followed his order, chanting prayers of absolute dedication and power given to her lady the Tsaritsa and the Great Divine. How they held onto their weapons and raised them in the air, promising victory in their journey, for they won't falter in this promise, and how this promise to their benevolent gods was a sign of pure devotion and strength. As a young boy watching this with eyes of life and joy, Ajax made a promise to himself that day at the small celebration, that he too would lay his life for not only the cryo archon but now his devoted and beloved Divine diety.

Ajax entered the now vacant temple hall. At the moment he had returned to his homeland for a banquet held by the Regretor for the honor of bringing home another gnosis in the name of the Cryo archon. However, he left the party early, a rare sign for the youngest harbinger. Usually, some would suspect the adrenaline-driven young man to be bursting with energy at large gathering and times to show of himself. But unlike an actual party, Fatui Banquets aren't about celebration, but rather politics and money. Something despite his position wasn't something he felt interest in. Just for him to be reminded of the greed and personal gain each of his fellow members had for themselves, so silently he left. Ajax sat on a temple pew, your frosted statue standing at the top of the hall, sat atop a small stage with a chair beside it, representing the Tsaritsa as she would sit or stand beside you in glory at your fated return to Teyvat. Ajax sat on the step underneath your statue, the air was cold, his breath coming in small pants, cheeks blushed as the usual bite of the cold nibbled on his features. But his eyes remained on your statue, focused and unchanging.

Silently, Ajax wondered what the feeling your benevolent gaze had on him. He remembered that even his master, Skirk mentioned casually that despite your benevolence to humankind, you were in fact a being of havoc and destruction, it was that you chose to keep humans, mortals, and immortals out of said fury, and wrath out of your kindness. Hearing that at a young age, made Ajax double his promise to you, that he would lay his life for you, even fight for you. Hell if needed he would betray his fellow harbingers for you and the cryo archon, without a split second to rethink the decision. Even as he travels for work and missions handed to him by the Tsaritsa, he carries a small page of scripture for you, words from thousands of years ago spoken that still ring in his mind when he feels unsettled or disturbed and needs your guidance and love.

"For human life and soul is the building block of all things in this world, without it, I am nothing, and as nothing, I shall depend on the love my humans have created out of nothing to give for me, something. Human love is worth a thousand years in memory and gold."

Ajax no matter what the anxiety, fear, or even boredom that plagues his mind, he daydreams of the day you'd return. How in his wildest fantasies, he'd get to hold you, cherish you, worship you, kiss your feet, and hands, hold the strong hands and fingers that sculpted his entire being and blessed him for the victories in battle he as acquired and carry scars as if they were trophies.

His breathing in the cold temple hall stalls for a moment.

He looks up.

His eyes meet your stone-engraved ones. Closed as a warm smile is printed onto the marble statue, forever frozen in a warming embrace and careful tenderness. Ajax whimpers as he closes his eyes tightly shut, his hands grip into fists against the tile flooring, leaning over as he kneels under your stone gaze. He mumbles quietly.

Ajax's voice echoes as he feels the weight of his words hangs in the empty temple. The world feels like it is silent, for it feels like he is only here with your statue, your presence, your being. Pressure builds in the base of his spine, crawling up his sides like a flame, tingling and burning with passion, burning at his fingertips, the cold leaving a numbing feeling as his other hand stays on the cold tiled floor. The hand from his chest lowers as he swallows hard, his eyes fluttering open and close with each breath, and each touch he leaves, imagining it was you. His voice falters as his pleas grow silent but his soft noises echo louder.

"My grace...by the names given to you...my dear loving god...hear me.." His voice was hoarse as he shivered feeling what felt like warm air hit his clothed back. Covered in the official Fatui coat, Ajax's hands tighten as he releases his fist and lays his fingers flat on the floor, his voice picks up again in the cold room. Light only by a sole candle illuminating your stone-etched face. "My grace, hear my prayers, as your devoted soldier, I want... no need for your blessings, the gifts of life and victory you've given me have warmed my heart, have been so tender...I am grateful....however.."

Ajax sighs and as he feels another wisp of warm air hit his neck, shivering he brings his hand to his chest, flat as his heart beats steadily. "I want more than your power...my fellow harbingers wish for your dominion, wishing to be like the gods you've created and destroyed....I want..your love...your sole love..your divine love only for me...a sin it is to be ready my grace, but I plead..."

With the promise he made set in his heart, Ajax tumbled forward, his chest heaving, as he spilled warmth into his palm, his flesh flushed, heart pounding in his ears, the warm hands he imagined, the sensation was replaced with his rough scarred palm. He looks down at his hand, his face flushed but eerily calm. He sighs and pulls his gloves back on, not caring about the mess as he stands, his coat overhanging on his shoulders.

He bites off his glove, wanting to imagine a new sensation, a warm scarred hand is replaced by his fantasy, a hand he can't recognize but adores. His eyes water as his fantasies grow wild, your voice, he imagines surrounding him, asking him to explain his needs, how he wants you to love him. The hand slides down his toned abdomen, tickling at his ribs and chest, flicks of hydro swirling around his fingers as he whimpers again..

"Please..." His voice gave in, slowly hurling over, the hand he imagined dipped below his belt, tossing away the useless fabric, taking hold of his form, his breath quickens as the pace is slow, "as it should" he thinks in the back of his mind. It shouldn't be rushed...he whispers into his consciousness, it should be slow, careful, tender. With love, he moans into the cold room. The candle flickers in the cold wind, the wisp of warm air against his fingers as they stroke hypnotically, circling around his flesh as he bites down on his lip harshly. Fresh drops of blood drip into his throat, flowing slowly as he swallows some, delusionally believing it could be your blood into him, flowing into him he wishes.

He desperately wants everything of you, all of it. Even if it hurts, even if it killed him. Ajax was prepared for such a price for your love, depraved and unattached, he choked a struggled moan as he felt his body tense, he quickened his pace, his voice speaking in hushed prayer as he used the other hand to press against his neck. His moans begging.

"Please...please...give me it...all of it...my grace..... give-"

He looks at your statue.

A smile creeps onto his face the gloved fingers just used for pleasure, cup your sculpted face. His final whisper relayed before leaving the frozen temple.

"You will be mine...and I yours, my beloved divine and holy god."

☆|Oof, I made him a freakish ngl, anyways I hoped you enjoyed it!

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[acekindaneat]

I don't want this to end.

A cute little date scene that I really liked from the fic The Big Woo by @tinkertoysdamn !!!!!

[licca-archive]

notice: moved 6_9

sudden choice but i wanted to start fresh after 3 years and to stop showing up as a rec blog. le username is @swankiss see you guys there B)

[rqfreak]

the same logic anti - 🗺️s or anti - ζs use is the same logic homophobic heteros use for homos . “ uhh isn’t she lesbian ? thats weird she can’t change with the girls !! “ “ you’re gay ?? dude i’m taken . i’m not interested “ ATTRACTION ≠ ACTION and ATTRACTION TO [ BLANK ] ≠ ALL [ BLANK ] ARE ATTRACTIVE !!!!!! just because someone is gay doesn’t mean they like every guy automatically . just because someone is a ζ doesn’t mean they can’t be around your pets . please antis ,,

even if someone IS pan [ blank ] attracted so what dude leave us alone . . sobbing

[rhaegars-cervix]

i have brainworms over how jon was allegedly conceived months after brandon and rickard’s deaths. i feel like lyanna must’ve had very conflicting feelings all around, anger at both of them (as well as aerys), sadness and disappointment, doubling down on her convictions even if unable to shake the underlying guilt because if she looks back she’s lost… well it’s good she at least has someone to take that out on :)

[stoner-canine]

Reminder: there are diagnosed systems out there that are heavy with fictives.

We have over 100 members and only around 20 are nonfictives!

Fakeclaimers are stupid, don't listen to them <3

[sourisking]

[image ID: The “Don’t make me tap the sign” meme from the Simpsons, the sign changed to say “being neutral is just as bad as accepting it”]

Feel free to ask me to explain, I can’t say it’ll be comprehensive tho

[goldenlyrad]

Okay correct me if I'm wrong but weren't alter packs started by radqueers... Like I'm so sure that the first few alter pack blogs were ALLL radqueer. Why are there so many antis stealing the idea and then acting shocked when rqs are doing them too

[punkeropercyjackson]

Reblog this to give prev a 'Lipgloss Snack Box',which apperantly exist

[axellis]

town square update is pretty cute .. i saw a bunch of snapdragons around a pitaya && when the pitaya left they all started crying . so ...heres a thought about that.

under readmore is the screenie i got of the buncha snapdragons

[princessbrunette]

i feel like jayj, pope and daddy!jb trying to catch a tipsy!reader running down the beach is such a niche trope but secretly my kryptonite - 🍓

that one scenario we talked abt with jj n pope running off to catch tipsy puppy reader for exbf!jb who still just wants her to be safe <33 i hold it so dear to my heart ….. esp the part with jj not being able to resist her puppy dog eyes when he tries to sheepdog her back to the party !! “dont gimme that look mama, y’know i have a hard time sayin’ no as it is.”

meanwhile when its popes turn he just starts rambling n confuses u even more “hey, look okay don’t shoot the messenger. john b wants you back. i mean — he wants you back to the party... that’s not to say he doesn’t want you back, like — with him, but i feel like that’s a conversation you two should have. separately. and sober, yeah — definitely sober. just come back to the party, please?”

jj just pats him on the back like “nice one dude.”

[honeydew-wecantwo]

how tumblr feels after recommending me something that is in fact NOT based on my likes and will only make me more upset