Bobby U Basic Ass Bitch

Batboys as your sugar daddy

What’s the point of all this money if you don’t have someone to spend it on?

Pairings: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake x fem!reader

Contains: Sugar daddies. Possessive, controlling men. Power imbalances. They’re all a little toxic. These relationships are not aspirational babes. Oral sex (f!receiving) in Dick’s.

Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked.

BRUCE WAYNE 💋

“Wear the diamonds,” Bruce rumbles from behind you, lips right next to the shell of your ear. Before you can answer, his warm hands are already on your throat, and cool platinum touches your skin. A hundred diamonds arranged in three dainty layers sparkle in the low light of Bruce’s bedroom, clinging tightly to your neck.

With the choker clasped in place, one of Bruce’s hands traces up and down your neck while the other rests heavily on your hip, holding you flush against his chest. His touch is hypnotic, pulling you in like a planet pulls a moon into orbit. Your whole world revolves around him—and that’s exactly how he likes it.

But like the moon, the subtle gravitational pull you have on him keeps him in place, keeps him stable, calms his most wicked of storms.

He bows his head. The way he looks at you through his eyelashes is almost reverent while he kisses your bare shoulder, skin interrupted only by your dress’s hair-thin silk strap.

“Beautiful,” he says, and you know he’s not talking about the necklace, the dress, or any of the other jewels and silks he’s drowned you in over the last year.

When your eyes meet in the mirror, one corner of his lips quirks up into a smirk, which he buries under a kiss to your jaw. 

There, with a quick, sharp nip of his teeth, he lays his claim. “And all mine.”

DICK GRAYSON 💋

Dick’s on his knees, head buried between your legs when you hear—feel—him say, “I need you to take a week off work.”

Well. What he really needs is for you to just quit your job already, but you got upset the last time he suggested it. Baby steps. For now.

“Why?” you gasp, blinking hard as you try to focus on the fact that he’s starting a conversation now when his tongue is making you smart and shake with pleasure.

“I want to go to the Maldives,” he says as if it’s the most inconsequential thing in the world, as if he’s saying he wants to go across town, not across the world.

His tongue flattens out and dips into your weeping hole, and your thighs tighten around his head in response. He groans, and you choke out, “A week for the Maldives?”

You feel his lips twist and curve around you, paired with a little graze of teeth; he’s smiling, and the sensation makes you dizzy. There it is, he wants to say. You want more. Finally, your expectations are starting to match his bank account.

But he decides to play the dumb, pretty boyfriend he likes to make people think he is. “You don’t think it’s enough time? Wanna take two weeks?”

“I don’t have the—” He kisses up to your clit and gives it a tentative little suck, which makes you fist his hair. “—vacation days.”

“Why don’t you just take them without pay?” he proposes as his tongue laves up your swollen sex. “It’ll be okay, just this once. You’ll feel so much better after some time off; I promise.”

JASON TODD 💋

Jason is currently scrutinizing the contents of your pantry, a box of macaroni and cheese in his hand. After seeing the scowl on his face, you’re not surprised when he starts to lecture you. “You eat this crap?”

You raise a brow because he’s one to judge. “I’ve seen you eat an entire party box of tacos.”

“I’m not you,” he fires back. His voice is still low, still calm, but you can sense an edge in his tone; this conversation is about a lot more than boxed macaroni and cheese.

In the beat of silence that follows, his heated gaze dulls to a smolder. “You don’t know how precious you are.”

You open your mouth to reply, but whatever retort you were going to argue back with is silenced when Jason’s big hands cup your face, tilting your head up so he can kiss your forehead. He lingers there, and you feel him tremble. His breath is ragged, rough—as if he’s afraid.

“I’m not you,” he repeats in a whisper. It’s like he’s talking to a child, like he knows you don’t know any better. Poor little you—you need him. “Just let me take care of you like always, okay? How about I sign you up for one of those meal prep kits? No more processed food; it’s not good for you.”

When he pulls you against his chest and strokes your hair, you feel yourself nod, unable to disagree. You know he’s right, after all; and isn’t it sweet that he treats you like a delicate angel even though he’s seen the worst of the world? That nothing without his stamp of approval is good enough for you?

TIM DRAKE 💋

“Oh, you’re all set,” your manicurist smiles at you as soon as you take out your wallet, nails freshly done. 

Caught off guard, all you can reply with is, “Huh?”

She just smiles a little brighter, and there’s a sparkle of something in her eyes. It looks a little wistful, but also a little vapid—is that jealousy? “Your boyfriend paid already,” she explains as her eyes not-so-subtly look around, trying to catch a glimpse of said boyfriend, but you’re just as surprised as she is.

“For the next year,” she adds in a dry tone. Slowly, you drop your wallet back into your purse. There’s only one man alive who could figure out where you get your nails done, what day and time you like your appointments, and call ahead to pay off your manicures for the next year without you ever finding out about it.

So when you get back to your car, you call him.

“Do anything fun today?” he asks over the phone, pretending to be way more innocent than he actually is.

“Tim—”

“Actually,” he cuts in, and you hear a bashful tremor in his voice. That tremor makes your stomach do flips, which beckons you to give in to whatever he wants. “I was just thinking about you. You’ve got the prettiest hands.”

“Tim—”

“Let’s go shopping later,” he rambles on, completely ignoring you. “I think you need some new jewelry. You’d like a new set of rings, wouldn’t you?”

🔖: @mrs-kurooo; @lovely-loren05

i want an episode of the x-men as a sitcom, but like a live infront of a studio audience sitcom. like maybe they’re in like a simulation, or wanda fucked up something, & they all r stuck in a sitcom. & they can all see the audience, but they can’t interact w/ them.

Dick: uuuuhhhh we’re pageant parents

Teacher: Mr. Grayson, we wouldve liked to have been informed that your daughter was an alien before she enrolled.

Dick: whaaaat? That’s ridiculous. No aliens here.

Teacher: ...Mr. Grayson, she’s orange and can fly

Dick: yes, she’s very advanced for her age

The other night dear, as I lay sleeping I dreamed I held you in my arms But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken So I hung my head and I cried

they could not keep their hands off of each other the entire night

INTJ: Truth or dare?

ENTP: Truth

INTJ: I dare you to kiss me

ENTP *leaning in for a kiss*: You better believe I’m not about to lose

INFJ:

INFJ: What the hell, he didn’t even choose dare

a very proud librarian and a filthy, rude, complete scoundrel <3

10 Things I Hate About You 1999 • dir. Gil Junger

world ain’t ready…. after all these years it’s still you…. the Best Fanfic of All Time

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i have never in my life wanted something to be real so bad 🥺.

I think Jason can be very spiteful, especially towards people he knows hurt you; You may have forgiven them, but Jason hasn't. Even if they are your parents, I don't think I would forbid you from seeing them, but I wouldn't really want to spend time with them if I found out you had a bad childhood because of them. A little self-indulgent because I recently argued with my parents, my dad threatens to kill himself if I don't do what he wants, I just wanted to leave and be comforted by Jason 🏃‍♀️

💀.-

I'm sorry about your dad being an asshole :(

but yeah my parents have been shitty so ive actually been thinking about this a lot.

"I'm just nervous they're gonna try and pull some bullshit," you sighed, tugging on your shoes. You were about to leave to meet up with your family for a birthday. An entire side of your family. It was about to be a very long day.

"Don't worry. You won't be going alone," Jason spoke up from where he was leaning against the wall, watching you.

That caught your attention. "What? What do you mean?"

"I'm going with you." He said it like it was obvious, like it was a fact that he would end up going. He saw the look on your face and continued, "You've been anxious about this for days. Like hell I'm letting you do this alone."

"Is that why you're dressed up?"

He rose an eyebrow. "I'm literally in a leather jacket and a shirt. I am not 'dressed up'."

You smiled. "That's your 'fancy' leather jacket, and we need to leave."

He stepped out and grabbed the keys for his motorcycle from the bedroom.

"Wait. Why are we taking the motorcycle?"

"Because you don’t say anything about a a girl when her 6'2" boyfriend rides in on a motorcycle, is covered in tattoos, and looks like they can benchpress a tree. By the way, I can bench more than that. Anyway, I'll take the attention off you. They'll focus their aggression at me by the end of the night, don’t you worry."

You smile.