Darken-sunshine - Ghost King

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?”

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So *ahem*… Someone bought me a new tablet.  And this this is their gift… Their kind of messed up gift because while I was happy, I was also in a mood…

i should watch this

Bruce Campbell in The Evil Dead (1980)

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

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Hi there, as a Jew (who LOVES Les Mis) I thought I should add in to this discussion. Regarding the statement that Grantaire being Jewish is harmful, in all honestly you’re over thinking it, trust me. Most of the time whenever I see things relating to Grantaire being ugly it is usually him calling himself that, which for me (& a lot others) is a common way of looking at myself. Because of Conventional European Standards of Beauty Jews are not seen as conventionally attractive, which shows its effects in me whenever I look in the mirror. I end up suffering from derealization & all I can see is everything I am told not to be. Also Grantaire’s numbness to social justice is another thing a lot of Jews suffer from, due to the fact that no matter which side of the political spectrum you go on either way people still hate us. On the far right its just n@z!s & on the far left its just a bunch of people blaming us for the Israeli & Palestinian conflict. Not to mention the fact that there has literally been almost no progress made in ending anti-Semitism it just ends up going back to how it was after a few years. A lot of us don’t really feel safe on either side because both of the radicals hate us. However even though we haven’t been getting much (sometimes if any) help with our fight for equality we are still going to help others. A lot of Grantaire’s struggles do reflect a lot of struggles a good amount of Jews have to go through has well. For me the hc of Grantaire being Jewish is very important to me. Considering the best representation we have (that I can think of off the top of my head) is Puckerman from Glee, oh god plz let us have Grantaire lol. Also regarding the nose thing, the more we normalize different noses the less likely a lot of Jews are to feel insecure about, but the making his nose cartoonishly abnormal is a lil problematic. However I do think we should normalize “uglier” traits outside of race/ethnic stereotypes, I just don't think it should start with Grantaire. 

Jewish Grantaire really gets me. I say we should have ugly Grantaire!!! I'm an ugly person! I don't think that's a bad word, it's of my personal opinion we shod destigmatize it, not attach morals to it, but that's my own rant. BUT. Having the ugly canon character be fat and Jewish? Why are you thinking of those traits as ugly?

GOD anon i have,,,,,, so many thinks and thots about “ugliness”??? I’m torn between LET CHARACTERS BE UGLY and THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS UGLY, ONLY NOT MEETING CONVENTIONAL STANDARDS OF EUROPEAN BEAUTY!! (Also, pop OFF abt that ugliness =/= morals rant, if you ever flesh it out send it MY WAY)

But until we can de-colonize the beauty industry, YEAH. UGLY RIGHTS. I’m ugly! It be like that! It’s not a bad thing! But It’s when we do things like equate ugliness to racial/ethnic/cultural stereotypes (for example, by equating characters described as ugly as Black, or Jewish, or any marginalized race/ethnicity) is when shit gets real harmful. Like you said, anon, “Why are you thinking of those traits as ugly?”

(Also, WOW, I have not taken the time to fully consider the harmful stereotypes of Jewish Grantaire. R’s thing with his nose, Fat R - not inherently ugly things in the slightest! great things to represent! But we have to ask ourselves why we don’t represent those things outside of the races/ethnicities they’re stereotypically linked with. ) 

i wanna start writing some fics so send me some requests. i’ll do dc comics, ahs, hp, idfk whatever else

Forever thinking about jealous Jason. Forever thinking about him pulling you into the bathroom at a Gala to remind you that you are his. His to touch. His to taste. His to fuck. No one else's. Only his.

Been a while! Love ya! You're amazing!

-🤡

ik i am going THROUGH it rn 😭 I miss y'all sm

also this isn't exactly what you asked for but we're rolling with it

You had never met the man talking to you before in your life, but from the way he was speaking, everyone would assume you were together.

"You really cleaned up for this event. I mean seriously you look stunning. The things I want to do to you right now."

He has a an overconfident smile on his face as you try to subtly find a way out.

That is until Jason stomps over in his leather jacket (at a gala which had Bruce making a face. It made Jason laugh.)

"Back off right now." Jason's face would make a smart man run.

But a smart man would have backed off the first time you tried to get him to leave you alone. A smart man would have noticed the initial you wear on your neck. A smart man would not have the overconfidence he has in talking to someone clearly disinterested.

You feel Jason's hand snake around your back and wince when the man opens his mouth again.

"Clearly the whore wants me."

You see Jason's eyes flash green and you lightly grab his arm to stop him from doing anything in front of hundreds of watchful eyes.

"Jay." Your voice lilts in what would come off to Jason as a warning tone.

He smiles at you and then at the man, like a predator that just founds its prey. You can tell there's something in Jason's gaze that scares the man.

"What did you just say?"

His eyes look panicked. "Nothing!"

Jason laughs but it doesn’t sound right. "Leave. Now. If you come back you will regret it."

The man doesn’t respond, but skitters off and out the doors. Jason doesn’t stop staring in the direction, as if he could still see the man. You smile.

"Jealousy isn't a good color on you, Jay."

He finally turns his gaze towards you and it softens.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Actually, you're right," you sigh, "You always look good."

He laughs at you and this time it's a real laugh. "I could say the same about you. But I must say, you look gorgeous in my color."

His hands don’t leave your waist for the rest of the night... except for when they inevitably trail lower.

This cast is a gift

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