#tim drake fanfic

[fairyfaithy]

was writing a tim drake fanfic and all of a sudden im too unmotivated to continue 😔💔

[bloofairyfox]

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

Tim Drake is the type of guy…to make little origami animals and place them around your apartment for you to find randomly one day. Sometimes he’ll even write little love notes in them, if you choose to open them.

╰┈➤ DC Masterlist

[fattuccini-afraido]

Damian: Punch me in the face.

Tim: What?

Damian: Punch me in the face! Didn't you hear me?

Tim: I always hear "punch me in the face" when you're speaking, but it's usually subtext.

[eyeheartboobiez]

nicknames that bruce + the batboys would call you

warnings: sexual themes in jason’s part, fem!reader a/n: just sumn slight. enjoy😁

⁎⁺˳ 𝒷𝓇𝓊𝒸𝑒 ミ

❀ bruce grew up wealthy so he would definitely call you something more on the classy side

❀ things like darling, angel, dear, my love, etc.

❀ he also has a habit of referring to you as “my wife” (because he’s possessive asf)

❀ “sorry guys, i really can’t stay for another drink. i’ve got to get back to my wife.”

❀ “you said these shoes were dior? oh, im sure my wife would love these.”

❀ on the flip side, he also really likes referring to himself as your husband (one might say he does it for the ego boost)

❀ like whenever you too are meeting someone for the first time, he'll introduce you first and then only introduce himself as "your husband"

❀ because why should someone care about him, a mega rich billionaire, when his lovely and radiant wife is standing right next to him?

⁎⁺˳ 𝒹𝒾𝒸𝓀 ミ

❀ dick would definitely be the type to call you something super lovey-dovey and over the top

❀ sugarplum, honey bunches, buttercup, (and if he really wants to get on your nerves,) shnookums

❀ he knows it’s lame, but he genuinely doesn’t care

❀ since his love language is acts of service, you tend to hear a lot of "let me get that for ya, honeybun"

❀ or something like “hey sugarplum! im on my way home from work, you want me to pick up anything?”

❀ or even "don't worry about dinner honeylove, lemme take care of things tonight."

❀ regardless of how annoying it is, you can't help but love his teasing nicknames for you

❀ like you two are that annoying couple that everyone loves can't stand seeing at the function (i know valentine's day hatesss to see yall coming)

❀ off topic but if the two of you had a kid together, i imagine him nicknaming your daughter ‘love bug’ (AWWW)

⁎⁺˳ 𝒿𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃 ミ

❀ despite his thick exterior, jason’s a lover boy at heart

❀ he’d call you stuff like babe, doll, sweetheart, hon, y’know all that cheesy stuff

❀ most importantly though, this boy lovesss to call you mama

❀ like for example, he usually likes to greet you with a casual "hey mama, you doin okay?" followed by a quick peck on the check

❀ or if you're being goofy trying to get him to feel better, he'll probably say something like "c'mon mama, cut it out" as a smile inevitably blossoms on his face

❀ alongside this, he also has a weird kink thing for calling himself papa

❀ either “thatsss it sweetheart, come to papa” or “let papa bear handle it, ‘kay? you just sit down there and look pretty f’me.”

❀ you have absolutely no idea where he got it from because jason swears up and down that he's never done it until he got in a relationship with you

⁎⁺˳ 𝓉𝒾𝓂 ミ

❀ while tim is such a sweetheart, so his pet names for you would most definitely reflect that

❀ sweets, pretty, baby love, cutie; simple stuff like that

❀ also, let’s not forget that this boy is a certified LEWSER, so that also shows within you guys’ relationship

❀ he sometimes calls you pookie (he’s chronically online…)

❀ he'd probably be up texting you at 2am (because why wouldn’t be be up at that time) and is like “hey pooks u wanna check out this new italian place i found? i saw that they serve a few of ur faves”

❀ he also has a nasty habit of referring to you as dude or bro

❀ you'll often get random tiktoks from him throughout the day like "bro look this is totally us" or "me & u fr🥹"

❀ sure it's corny but the sentiment is sweet so you don't really mind

❀ a lot of people think the relationship you both have may be a bit odd, but neither of you care (and that's all that matters <3)

[spacycatmeowx3]

When you thought you found a good fanfic but it’s just inc3st/p3d0phila/non-con/something weird

(Also stop telling me to end my life because of this post before you get your feet tickled by the tickle monster)

[chubby-p1nk]

More DCxDP

Before After

SOOooo this one won, and it's based in the fic made by @windyengel that's inspired by my post of Tim with birds. It's honestly a fic that I really really love, AND BECAUSE ITS MADE BY THIS QUEEN, SHE GAVE LIVE TO MY IDEA AND MADE IT BETTER KSKSKSKS

The complete image and link to the chapter:

Birds Of A Feather

[https-tim]

hey! loved your writing ♥️♥️ may I ask for... feminization? I know it sounds a bit weird....

thank you so much, anon!! ♡ and it's not weird at all, not to me at least! i was actually hoping someone would ask for this since i'm a huge fan of this kind of stuff lol. anyways! enjoy!

tim drake x male reader

# SUMMARY: tim’s being a brat. you fuck it out of him.

⁺ MDNI

⁺ WC: 2000+

# TAGS: +18 explicit content ／ top male!reader ／ reader has a cock ／ bottom!tim ／ feminization ／degradation ／ brat!tim ／dirty talk ／cockdrunk tim (sorry not sorry) ／ words like pussy and cunt being used to describe tim's anatomy ／slight breeding kink ／ subspace, i guess ／objectifying ／ rough anal sex ／creampie ／overstimulation .ᐟ

He should’ve been limp, ruined, completely out of his mind…

But you knew Tim Drake — and you knew exactly how stubborn he could be.

Even with your cock still buried inside him, his hole red, puffy, fluttering, leaking mess from the two full loads running vulgar trails down his toned thighs, his whole body trembling from being used until his legs simply gave out — he still had the nerve, the audacity, to try and talk back.

To be a brat.

“You know…” His voice was absolutely wrecked, raspy, but somehow still sharp. His arms stayed wrapped tight around your neck, dragging you closer. “For someone who kept running his mouth about putting me in my place... You kinda suck at it.”

You blinked. Slowly. Not fully believing what just came out of that boy’s mouth.

“...What did you just say to me?”

Tim smiled, face flushed — smeared with the black mascara he used under his mask — and dried tears. Sweat clung to his skin, like a melting painting.

“You heard me just fine.”

Your hands gripped his hips tighter, feeling your control wobble inside of your being. “Oh. Oh. So that’s how you wanna play it, huh, princess?”

“Maybe...” He batted his lashes in fake innocence — an act you knew very well — but his hips pressed down, grinding against your cock as if he's daring you. And he was. “What are you gonna do about it, babe?”

You let out a low, sharp laugh, pulling out completely — hearing his broken, breathy whine at the sudden emptiness — before flipping him onto his stomach like he weighed nothing. “Oh, Tim… You have no idea what you just did.”

His arms wrapped tight around the pillows beneath him, face buried into them down to his nose, trembling with anticipation.

Oh no. You weren’t letting him hide like that after winding you up.

Your hand grabbed straight into his raven, damp hair — soft but messy from earlier — pausing only to stroke through it once before fisting a handful, yanking his face to the side. Your other hand latched back onto his waist, dragging a needy, whiny sound from his throat, positioning him in the filthiest angle possible — his back, deep arched off the bed, presenting every inch of that ruined, messy hole of his.

You didn’t wait another second — and shoved your cock right back in, pushing through the hot, wet mess of his cunt, already swollen and dripping with your cum. You sank in slow, just to make him feel every single part of you entering.

Tim gasped, loud, body jolting as you bottomed out, cock pressing so deep inside him it punched the air from his lungs. His lips twitched into a broken little smile. Still bratty. Still mouthing off. “T-That’s... All you’ve g—”

SLAP.

Your palm crashed down on one cheek, the skin blooming a bright red under your hand, heat radiating instantly. His entire body jolted, almost collapsing forward.

“F-Fuck—!”

“Oh yeah? Mouthy little thing, aren’t you?” Your hand came down again, even harder on the same spot, forcing him to arch back into it, clenching deliciously around you. “Talking back while you’re like this — dripping, begging for it.. When this stupid messy pussy’s already been fucked full twice. You’ve got some fucking nerve, princess.”

“Y-You… You hit like a— like a fuckin’ b-bitch...” he panted, breath hitching, but grinding back against you anyway, as wanting as ever.

“Oh, sweetheart. You’re gonna regret saying that.”

You pulled almost all the way out — tip barely inside — before slamming back in, deep, hard, punching the air out of him, leaving him choking on his own spit and breath. His fingers went pale from how tightly he clutched the pillows.

“H-Holy shit! W-Wait—f-fuck—”

“Nah.” Your fist yanked his hair back, forcing him to meet your eyes. “My pretty girlfriend wants attention, doesn't she? Then take it. Take everything like the spoiled, little bratty princess you are.”

Tim’s moans shot up in volume, spilling into desperate, broken sobs. Every thrust knocked what little was left of his sanity further out of him. The sound of your skin slapping against his, the wet, obscene noise of your cock destroying his sloppy entranced echoed shamelessly around his room.

His neglected cock bounced uselessly between his legs, red and leaking, untouched, dripping against sheets already ruined by his own precum.

It was hypnotic. The most perfect, filthy thing you’d ever seen.

“Look at this. Look at you. So wet. Pathetic. All that attitude, but this dumb pussy still grips me like it was made for this.”

“S-Shut up...” he whimpered.

Another sharp slap — this time on the other cheek, leaving it just as red, just as hot. Tim cried out, trembling violently.

Was it pain? Was it pleasure?

He didn't even seemed to care anymore.

“Oh, you want me to shut up?” You grabbed his hair again, dragged his head back until you could growl into his ear, voice low, cruel. “That’s real rich coming from someone who loves getting used like a fuckin’ toy. You’re my needy little cumdump, aren’t you, Timmy? That’s all you are, baby girl. Just a pretty little hole for me to ruin until you’re begging me to stop.”

“N-N—Not... I'm not...” he whimpered, voice cracking into something soft, desperate. His thighs twitched, spasming — his body betraying him as his cunt squeezed tight, fluttering, begging for more.

“Oh, aren't you?”

Your hand slid from his hair to his throat, pressing just enough to make his head spin, fingers squeezing the sides to cut off just enough air.

“N-n—no... ngh...” His voice broke, biting his lip until the taste of metal spread across his tongue.

“Then what do you call this, honey?” You slammed right into his prostate, stayed there, grinding deep, letting him feel every inch. His cry was wrecked.

You didn’t move. You waited. Waited until his trembling hand weakly started slapping against your bicep — his pathetic little signal that he needed you to move. To give him more.

“Needy, huh?” Your cock dragged almost all the way out, watching as his pussy clenched down, sucking, trying to keep you. “See that? Even this dumb little cunt knows it’s just a hole. It doesn’t wanna let me go.”

“Shut up—shut up—!”

“No, baby.” You hauled him upright against your chest, palm squeezing his throat, the other forcing his legs wider. “Not until you admit it.”

“I... I won’t...” His voice shattered — barely a whisper now.

“Oh, you will.” Your hand slid down to his neglected cock, fisting the base, jerking him, smearing the drool of precum over his length, all while slamming deep into that same spongy spot inside him. “Say it. Tell me what you are.”

“F-Fuck you—” His sob broke into a gasp — his cunt clenching so tight it made your own vision blur.

“I’m already fucking you, baby. Fucking you stupid. You’re melting for me, my pretty little girl. Just a hole to breed. Just a messy little thing to fuck until there’s nothing left of you.”

His legs buckled — his body collapsing against you, head lolling back on your shoulder, blue eyes glassy, makeup ruined, lips trembling.

You could feel it. He was right there — breaking.

“N-No—... I’m—”

“Say it, Tim.” You growled, thrusting slower, meaner, holding him still, keeping him right on the edge. “Say it, baby. C’mon.”

“F-Fuck—Shit—I... I’m just a—” His voice hitched, throat squeezing, cunt milking you desperately. “I’m just a—just a needy little hole—!”

“Louder.”

“I’M JUST A NEEDY LITTLE HOLE—!”

“That’s right.” You snarled, slamming back in, fucking him harder. “My perfect little hole. My beautiful princess. Good for nothing but for taking my cock and being treated like a girl. You fuckin’ love it, don’t you, Timmy?”

“YES—Yes—fuck—I love it—I love it so much—!” he sobbed, choking on it, babbling nonsense as his cunt spasmed, squeezing you like his body didn’t know how to let go.

You wrapped your hand around his jaw, dragging him into a messy, desperate kiss — tongues sliding, biting his lip until he whimpered. The moment you did, his cock twitched helplessly in your palm and — he came again. The third time that night. Just a few weak drops, barely anything left.

But his body didn’t care.

You let him collapse face-first into the pillows, still buried deep inside him, watching the trembles rack his body.

“I knew it.” you whispered, pressing possessive kisses to his sweaty shoulder.

Tim trembled like a leaf, face streaked with ruined mascara, lips puffy, red, so very perfect. His thighs shook, his poor, sloppy cunt twitching around your cock like it still wasn’t enough.

You throbbed inside him.

And of course — he felt it.

Over his shoulder, eyes bleary, he whispered breathlessly, “Y-You... You didn’t even fill my pussy again... like you said you would...” His hands slid to his thighs, spreading himself open for you, showing off how your cock was still buried deep, how messy, how stretched, how full he already was. “P-Please..”

God. He couldn’t barely move anymore. Couldn’t work his hips — he just laid there, open, waiting.

“Jesus, Tim,” You gasped, grabbing his hands, pinning them to his thighs. “Look at you, sweetheart...”

“H-hhn... J-Just... Fuck me.. Give i-it to me..”

So you did.

You started moving again — fast, deep, brutal — fucking him with everything you had left. The filthy, wet, obscene sounds filled the room instantly, skin slapping, your cock punching back into that sloppy, ruined hole like it belonged there.

Tim let out a noise straight from his throat — raw, desperate, something between a moan and a sob, something completely visceral. His pussy was overloaded, still dripping from everything you’d pumped into him already — and yet it still fluttered around you like it wasn’t anywhere near done.

His pretty hands — long, delicate, so perfect — trembled where you pinned them to his own thighs, holding himself wide open for you, giving you the best view imaginable.

“Oh—fuck—ohfuckohfuck—” Tim whimpered, his voice muffled by his own lips — biting them again to hold back the noise. “It’s—f-fuck—it’s too much... so full—”

“Aww, baby...” You hissed through your teeth, feeling the way his cunt spasmed tighter, trembling, clenching, like it never wanted to let you go. “My girl’s cockdrunk... how precious.”

“Nnh—uh, uh—” He shook his head, denying, crying — but his body betrayed him. His hips rocked back, desperate to meet your thrusts, chasing it like a drug. “N-Not... f-fuck...”

“Oh, darling...” Your hands cupped his ass, squeezing, fingers digging into the plush, bruised skin. You started spanking him again — soft this time — each slap making him jolt, whimper, clench. “You love this. Love having my cock splitting your pussy open like the dumb little toy you are. You love getting stuffed full of my cum like the perfect little cumdump you are, don’t you, Tim?”

“I—” His voice trembled, tiny, broken. “I—I love it... fuck... I love it so much... I wanna—wanna be f-filled with your cum...”

“Of course, you do.” Your nails dug into his hips, wishing the marks could stay there forever. “My perfect girlfriend. My baby. Just a dumb little thing that loves being stuffed full and bred, huh?”

Tim’s whole body trembled — his teeth sinking into the pillow again to stifle the filthy, wrecked sounds spilling out of him. All you could hear now were his desperate, muffled whimpers, the broken “uh-uh-uh” gasping from his lips every time you pounded back into him.

His hips were moving on their own — or trying to — tiny little circles, pathetic attempts to grind against you, to meet your thrusts, to take even more. Like his entire life depended on being filled.

“Sh-Sho—” His voice came out slurred, scrambled, his mind clearly broken. “S-Sho good...”

You pressed your chest to his back again, mouth by his ear, biting his earlobe hard, then licking over it, voice dropping into something cruel and loving at the same time. “You hear that, baby? Hear how wet you are? Hear how filthy this pretty pussy sounds when I ruin it? ” You kissed the top of his head, inhaling the smell of sweat, sex, and his expensive shampoo. “Next time, I’m making you ride me even after dumping three loads in you. Bet you won’t even be able to stay upright, princess.”

“Y-Yeah—uh—wanna— wanna make you... cum inside... again...” Tim wasn’t even coherent anymore. His words were a broken mess of nonsense between sobs and moans, completely strung out on cock and desperation.

“Fuck, Tim...” You laughed breathlessly. “How the fuck did I land a girl like you? You’re perfect. Made for me. Made to keep my cock warm.”

You felt it — the way he tightened. That signature squeeze. The way his body convulsed when he came. His whole frame curling in, pussy clamping down so tight you thought you might black out. You knew — you knew — his cock hadn’t even gotten hard again. He was cumming from nothing but getting fucked out of his mind.

“F-fuck—! I’m—I’m cumming—again—!”

“I know, baby. I can feel it.” You drove yourself into him, so deep it felt like you could split him open. One final slap to his ass, then your arms bracketed his head, caging him in. “Keep squeezing me like that, honey. Keep milking me. That’s all you’re good for. Just a tight little hole for me to dump my cum into. That’s all you are, pretty girl.”

Tim nodded frantically, whining, begging, “P-Please... please... Fill me again...”

“Look at you,” you growled. “Acting like a brat earlier — and now look where you are. Crying. Begging. Just a messy little fucktoy for me to use. My princess...”

It didn’t take long — not with how his cunt clamped down, how sweet he cried for it, how his body begged for it. Just a few more rough thrusts and you broke — shoved yourself as deep as you could possibly go, buried to the hilt, cock pulsing, spilling another load deep inside him.

Tim whimpered when he felt it. Couldn’t even scream anymore. Just this tiny, broken sound — so small, so wrecked.

His cunt was stuffed. Overflowing. Cum leaking around where your cock stretched him wide, pouring down his thighs, staining the ruined sheets beneath him.

But you didn’t pull out. Not yet. No — you laid down beside him carefully, pulled him into your chest, cock still buried inside, keeping him plugged full like you promised.

“S-So full...” he whispered, voice barely there.

You wrapped your arms around his trembling body, fingers pressing into his stomach, feeling how round, how full it was. Your lips peppered kisses into his sweaty nape, down his neck, tasting salt and sex and him.

“A-ah... I-I... W-Want...—”

“Shh...” You silenced him, brushing his hair back, tucking the strands behind his ear. “It’s okay, princess... You don’t need to do anything. Just rest, okay? I’m keeping this pretty pussy full ‘til you wake up, baby.”

Tim nodded. Slowly. Eyes fluttering closed, completely wrecked.

Completely yours.

⋆ please do not repost or translate my stuff. if you enjoyed, please reblog or leave a like ⋆ drawing by @ noodles-and-tea

[superbatsfam]

dick, jason, and tim absolutely read superbat fics together thinking it's hilarious. tim accidentally stumbles across one of jason's secret fics, not knowing he wrote it, and decides they're reading it next. jason is mortified and decides not to reveal it's his fic. they find out from the author's notes though.

a/n: sorry about the late update guys, i got stabbed and had a collapsed lung :/ hopefully the next part will be up tomorrow

a/n: i know it's been forever since i updated, i got murdered, but i'm back now!

a/n: sorry guys my apartment got exploded by the joker but here's part four!! enjoy!

tim and dick: jason?!?!?

[foerchen]

POV: First breakfast after Wally stays over

Damian: *eyes Wally with clear disdain because how dare that simpleton fornicate with his brother*

Tim: *too tired to care*

Jason: *smirks every time Dick fails to cover his hickeys with Wally’s his shirt*

Wally & Dick: *blush cherry red whenever someone makes eye contact*

Bruce: *walks into the kitchen looking like a zombie*

Bruce: *sees Wally and freezes before looking at Alfred confused*

Bruce: Alfred… When did I adopt another one?

Alfred: Well, Master Bruce-

Bruce: *tears gather in his eyes*

Bruce: And why doesn’t he have black hair…

Alfred: *sighs*

Alfred: Master Bruce, please go back to bed.

[ephemerensis]

Thinking about academic rival Tim that pisses you OFF. Being top of your class was nothing new for you until he rolled up. He’s absent for more than half the school year, always on TV at some stupid event to help kittens or something, excelling in track and field, and somehow STILL scoring higher than you. And he doesn’t even think it’s a big deal.

The worst part is probably that he sits behind you. Every red Kahoot screen felt so much louder with Tim breathing down your back, and if you dared to risk a glance back he’d just smile at you in annoying consolation. When your papers eventually get handed back he always knows what you got, but he has the nerve to ask in a charade of “being polite.”

“What’d you get?” He’s too nice when he says it, so sincere it feels condescending. You couldn’t lie if you wanted to, and it wouldn’t matter because you know you lost anyway.

“94.” Maybe if you said it more begrudgingly every time he’d get the hint and shut up. And even though you knew you wouldn’t win, you always asked anyways. “What’d you get?”

“Oh that’s good! I got a 98.”

He had to be cheating or something. You couldn’t count the number of times he’d asked you to explain something he missed in class, and somehow he still knew more. It wasn’t improbable, it was impossible. Sometimes you considered feeding him false information, but you felt bad even thinking it. Tim wasn’t a bad person. You were just in denial.

You knew of course, but were still offended, that your one-sided rivalry wasn’t ever his on his mind. Thinking of Wayne Enterprises’ next business venture (or stopping Gotham’s evil forces) occupied him in more depth. This stuff was just normal. So when you stay up extra late to perfect your physics exam and finally score higher than him, he doesn’t even flinch.

“Hey, a perfect score!”

“Yes, what did you get?”

“82 this time, I forgot a few equations.”

It was almost cathartic. That was enough for you. Peace doesn’t come easy, you’d choose it this time. (And quite frankly, there were only so many all nighters you could pull.)

“I won?”

“What?”

“I beat you, I won.”

“I guess so, you’ll have to tutor me next time!”

[lena-thinks-too-much]

okay so these tags are sending me and I'm inspired again so have a little snippet of the fic

fic will be up in less than 24 hours :)

can we talk about how Tim meets himself as gun batman who's entire philosophy is that sometimes you have to take extreme measures and the only way to stop crime is to kill. And then literally a few months later Jason shows up and the red hood operates on the exact same philosophy but in a more morally ambiguous way (re: not being a facist dictator tyrant)

[murderofcr0wbars]

I fucking love the Jason Todd reunion stories but I am screaming clawing and begging for people to make Jason’s Reunion with his family after being resurrected messy.

None of this “I’m just glad your alive” shit where’s the “You are my dead family member who’ve I’ve grieved endlessly but you also beat a child within an inch of his life and had a duffle bag full of severed heads.”

I need yall to complicate the things. They can love eachother but add some fucking drama.

(Lowkey a big part of the future of my fic rn)

[indulgentdaydream]

Missy’s Masterlist

Jason Todd

Series

Comparisons (only on Tumblr) Jason Todd x jealous!insecure!fem!Reader || Angst w/ Fluff Ending. Requested. || Word Count: Part 1 - Part 2 Summary: You finally meet Jason's ex, Artemis. Your mind begins to remind you how much better she is than you, causing a fight between you and Jason.

One Shots

Cooking Lessons (on both Ao3 and Tumblr) Jason Todd x fem!Reader || Fluff. Word Count: 629 Summary: Jason catches you cooking in the kitchen. He decides to help you out when he sees you struggle.

Drawing Touches (on both Ao3 and Tumblr) Jason Todd x gn!Reader. || Fluff. Word Count: 936 Summary: It's too hot to sleep peacefully. Why not play a quiet game of 'can I draw on your back?'?.

New in Town (on both Ao3 and Tumblr) Jason Todd x gn!Vigilante!Reader || Fluff. Requested. || Word Count: 1,185 Summary: There's a new vigilante in town. Jason tries to cope with his newfound emotions for them.

Out of the Bag (on both Ao3 on Tumblr) Jason Todd x fem!Civillian!Reader || Hurt/Comfort. Requested. || Word Count: 1,862 Summary: Jason hasn't introduced you to his family. Hasn't even mentioned you. You get injured and the closest place to take you is the batcave.

Meet Cutes (on both Ao3 and Tumblr) Jason Todd x gn!Nurse!Reader || Fluff. Requested. || Word Count: 1,035 Summary: You work in a clinic that deals with a lot of criminals, who in turn deal with the Red Hood. One day, you finally meet the man responsible for your talent at sewing up bullet wounds.

M.I.A. (on both Ao3 and Tumblr) Jason Todd x fem!Reader || Fluff Requested. || Word Count: 758 Summary: Jason wakes up and realizes Reader isn't in bed. He goes searching for them throughout their shared apartment.

Bliss and Misery (on both Ao3 and Tumblr) Dad!Jason Todd x Fem!Reader || Angst; Hurt/No Comfort Word Count: 1,643 Summary: Jason enjoys a blissful morning with his family.

Bashful (Only on Tumblr) Requested. || Jason Todd x Shy!Reader || Fluff Word Count: 1,677 Summary: Jason is the one always initiating affection since he's knows you're too shy to. You attempt to change that. Things get out of hand.

Comfort (Only on Tumblr) Requested. || Jason Todd x Nurse!Reader || Fluff // Hurt/Comfort Word Count: 2,014 Summary: Jason comes to your clinic when he needs help with his wounds. It's not his fault his concussion is making him act a little funny. Or realize some things he didn't realize he thought about you.

Rooftop Angel (Only on Tumblr) Jason Todd x Reader || Fluff Word Count: 1,314 Summary: You're walking home late at night, talking with your boyfriend, Jason, on the phone. You tend to forget how protective he can be.

Headcanons

Jealous!Jason x Reader Summary: Jason gets jealous because Roy and Reader know each other better since they're old friends.

Attractive Things Jason Does Summary: Little things our man does that just add to his charm

Jason's Sleeping Positions Summary: Ways that Jason sleeps. Both with and without you.

Protective!Jason x Reader Summary: Protective things Jason does with you <3

Blurbs

Arguments with Jason Summary: What happens when you two fight?

Jason Todd x Freckled!Reader Summary: Jason traces your freckles.

Tim Drake

Series

The Amalgamation That Is The Inner Workings of Tim Drake (only on Ao3) General Fic || Angst Chapters: 4/? || Word Count: 7,932 Summary: Tim Drake comes to understand sibling relationships.

[7weaslesinacoat]

i….need……timkon…………FANFICTION recs

[planetwaynez]

HI BESTIES!

Thought of the day is a special one, since is my boys Timothy's birthday!

So here it is

Tim is not a fan of his birthday, however, since you got into his life he started to actually enjoy the day bc you always do something special to him. You always keep it a secret what will be, he always finds out but doesn't say anything, he thinks it's beautiful to see your happiness thinking you surprised him. On the other hand, you love seeing his fake surprised face to make you happy.

[lunar-eclipse-bunnies]

comment on fic i havent updating in approaching 2 years reminded me i had these sitting collecting dust on my computer. if you want you can read How to Blend into an Alternate Universe: for Dummies! and bug me about it so i update sometime within the next year lmao