"stop Looking At Me With Those Eyes..."

On the Quieter Nights

Richard Grayson x Jealous! reader

Lots of angst😁I hope whoever requested this is happy.

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Gotham was always alive, even in the dead of night. The city that never slept had a heartbeat of its own, its dark alleys and towering buildings all wrapped up in a never-ending cycle of crime and hope. But tonight, it was too loud, too close, and your thoughts kept racing in directions you couldn’t control.

You sat on the balcony of Dick’s apartment, staring out at the sprawling skyline, your fingers nervously tracing the rim of the coffee cup in your hands. The air was crisp, cool against your skin, but it couldn’t quell the heat in your chest—the gnawing jealousy, the hurt, the confusion.

He had promised he’d be home soon, but you already knew what that meant. Soon meant hours. It always meant hours. He was always out there, fighting in the shadows, protecting Gotham with the team—Barbara included.

Barbara.

You could never escape her. She was always there—somewhere in the background of every conversation, every story, every mission. It wasn’t like you didn’t trust Dick; it wasn’t like you didn’t know how much he loved you. He did love you, didn’t he?

But the way he looked at her… the way his smile lingered when her name was mentioned, the way his voice softened when he talked about her intelligence, her strength, the way they fit together in a way you would never understand—it all ate away at you, bit by bit. Every moment you shared with him, you felt the echo of her presence. It wasn’t enough anymore. You weren’t enough.

You heard the door creak open behind you, but you didn’t turn. You couldn’t bring yourself to face him, not yet. Not when your heart felt so raw, so exposed.

"Hey, beautiful," Dick’s voice broke through the silence, and you could hear the exhaustion in it. You could always hear it when he returned from patrol. "You’re up late."

"Couldn’t sleep," you said softly, avoiding his gaze as he stepped closer, his warm presence filling the space around you. You couldn’t help it; you still felt the pull to him, even when it felt like you were slipping further away.

"Everything okay?" Dick asked, his hand resting gently on your shoulder, a simple gesture that once brought comfort but now only seemed to remind you of the things you couldn’t escape.

You didn’t answer immediately, unsure how to voice the weight pressing on your chest. "How’s Barbara?" you finally managed to whisper, your voice so small you almost didn’t recognize it.

Dick frowned, confusion etching his features as he sat beside you, his arm brushing against yours. "Barbara’s fine, same as always." He paused, looking at you, his expression softening. "Why do you ask? You know she’s part of the team. She’s… she’s family."

You clenched your hands around your cup, trying to steady your breath. "Yeah. She’s family," you repeated bitterly, the words slipping out before you could stop them. You felt his hand tighten on your shoulder, but you couldn’t look at him.

"Baby, what’s going on?" His voice had a gentle pleading edge now, a hint of worry in his tone. He didn’t get it, did he? He didn’t understand how much it hurt to see her so effortlessly wrapped around his life.

"Do you ever think about her?" You heard yourself ask before you could stop. "I mean, really think about her? The way she… she doesn’t have to try to be in your life. She’s already there."

Dick blinked, clearly startled by your words. "What are you talking about? Of course, I think about her. She’s been through a lot, babe. She’s part of my world. But you’re in my world now. You’re the one I’m with. You’re the one I want."

His words were soothing, but they didn’t feel like they were for you. They felt like empty promises, like things he was saying because he didn’t know what else to say. Your heart twisted painfully in your chest, and you couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

"I don’t want to be second place," you whispered, barely able to hear yourself over the rush of blood in your ears. "I don’t want to keep feeling like I’m competing with someone who’s already everything to you."

Dick’s eyes softened, and he reached for you, pulling you into his arms, but you stiffened. He didn’t know how to fix this. He didn’t know how to make you feel like you mattered more than she did. Because to him, you did matter, but to you, it always felt like Barbara’s shadow loomed over everything you did together.

"You’re not second place," he said quietly, but there was uncertainty in his voice now. "You’re everything to me, beautiful. Please, believe me."

You wanted to believe him. God, you wanted to believe him so badly. But how could you, when every time he spoke of Barbara, his eyes lit up with something you would never have? How could you believe him when you saw the way his smile lingered when she was around, the way he held her a little too long, the way he called her family, as if that was supposed to make it better?

"I see the way you look at her," you whispered, your voice breaking. "I see the way you’re different with her. She’s the one who’s always been there, Dick. She doesn’t have to try to be a part of your world. She’s already in it. I’m just… I’m just the girl who gets to spend a few hours with you before you go off again."

"Baby, please," Dick’s voice cracked, and he pulled you closer, his arms tight around you as if he could hold all your pain in that single embrace. "I love you. You’re not just a few hours. You’re not just an afterthought. You mean everything to me. I swear, I only want you."

But the more he whispered those words, the more you felt like they were just… words. They didn’t change the fact that you would never be her. They didn’t erase the history they shared, the years of partnership, of friendship, of everything that made her so deeply ingrained in his life.

"I’m so sorry," you whispered, your tears falling freely now, soaking his shirt. "I don’t know how to be enough for you when she’s always going to be there."

Dick stayed silent for a long time, and when he finally spoke again, it was soft, almost like he was afraid of breaking something inside you. "You don’t have to be enough for me, sweet heart. You’re already everything. But I don’t know how to make you see that. I don’t know how to make you believe me."

You pulled away from him, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, feeling too small, too fragile. "I wish I could believe you, Dick. But I don’t know how. I don’t know how to keep pretending that I’m not just a shadow in your life, living in her light."

Dick’s expression faltered, his blue eyes filled with pain and confusion. "I don’t want you to feel this way. I never wanted to hurt you. But I don’t know how to fix this…"

You looked at him for a long moment, the ache in your chest unbearable, before you whispered, "Maybe you don’t need to fix it, Dick. Maybe you just need to let me go."

He stared at you, eyes wide, as if he hadn’t heard you correctly. "What?"

"I’m tired of feeling like I’m competing for your love," you whispered, voice breaking. "I’m tired of being second place. I don’t want to be the girl who always comes after her. I want to be enough, but I don’t know if I can keep pretending anymore."

The silence stretched between you, suffocating. And when Dick reached for you again, you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze.

"Please, babe," he begged, his voice raw. "Please don’t say that. I love you. I need you."

You shook your head, turning away from him, your heart breaking in a way you couldn’t put into words. "You’ve always needed her more, Dick. And I… I just can’t keep living in her shadow."

As the door softly clicked shut behind you, you knew it was over. And maybe, somewhere deep down, you had always known it would be.

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Masterlist

quick sketch - someone brought up the idea of Ominis with his hair unstyled (I can't remember for the life of me who sorry) and i've been thinking about it ever since.

caleb feels like the original "do i wanna know?" by arctic monkeys

zayne feels like the hozier cover of the same song

like.. yall get me?

Slytherin’s #1 fan

Can you do headcanons for Sebastian and ominis with their fav positions for cuddling :)

Headcannons for Sebastian and Ominis and cuddling

Sebastian Sallow x reader; Ominis Gaunt x reader

Warnings - none

Ominis

cuddling is one of his favorite things alongside any physical intimacy with you

loves to be able to show you that he cares for you in ways that aren't just about selfish pleasure

he's always a sleepy boy and if he's taking a nap, your bound to be tucked up underneath his arm, unable to resist his sweet face

his favorite way to cuddle is face to face where he can cozy up in the crook of your neck

he wouldn't dare let anyone but you see his hair messy, but he adores feeling your fingers on his scalp, rubbing gently

he likes to intertwine your legs and keep his hands around you, inevitably searching for the warm skin of your hips or lower back

he can't keep himself from tugging your shirt from your waistband or pulling it off your shoulder so he can have skin-on-skin

he's never been one for PDA, so not much cuddling of any kind in a public setting

but having him in your private bed or lounge area will leave him very susceptible to shedding some of his own clothes for you

he will be putty in your hands for half-naked cuddling

he looks forward to the little things like how he knows you'll trace and kiss all of his beauty marks

he is easily a puppy in private and requires all of your affection

Sebastian

he's bolder than Ominis when you're out and about together

frequently having an arm tossed over your shoulders or around your waist while you sit near one another

so when it comes to cuddling, he's even more handsy and wants clothes off or at least thin layers on so so he can be all over you

loves laying on top of you or having you on top of him so that he can feel all of your weight up against him

he likes to tell you about his day or the latest book that he's read while occasionally giving you a kiss or two

he also really enjoys it when you cuddle up against his chest and shoulder so he can rub your side or run fingers through your hair

he loves knocking you off balance and pulling you right into his lap in the common room or elsewhere

sometimes you have to remind him not everybody wants to watch you all over each other

he pouts when he doesn't get his way and drags you off to his dorm or the undercroft

always clingy

Miguel w/an Innocent S/O

Warnings: Protective Miguel, Slight Yandere Miguel (if you squint), Implications of Smut, Fluff, More Fluff, Spooning, Mentions/Implications of injuries, Insecurity, No Pronouns used for Reader Except 'You'.

Him being fiercely protective of you 24/7.

If someone even so much as looks at you wrong, he stares them down until they either break down and start apologising, or their heart gives out.

You’re the only person he shows any affection to. You’re also the only person allowed to touch him. Period.

He’s so touch starved; please hold him and tell him he’s your big guy :-(

Goes FERAL when you rake your fingers through his hair; his eyes roll into his skull and he can’t help but moan a little, even if the context isn’t sexual.

Don’t bring it up or he’ll punish you for it later 👀.

He finds your innocence both endearing and worrying.

On one hand, you believe in the good of everyone, which, considering how insecure Miguel can be, is what initially drew him to you; your ability to empathise and sympathise with others, to not judge them.

However, he knows people would take advantage of your kind and giving nature.

One time, he found out that one of the Spiders – a Victorian England era ‘gentleman superhero’ – had tossed you a used coffee cup and told you to dispose of it on his behalf. When you tried to say something, to tell him you were busy and had better things to do, he just dismissed you.

Of course, Miguel had seen this. He has eyes on you every second of the day.

You never saw that Spiderman again. Nor did anyone else. All that seemed to remain of him was his suit thrown haphazardly into the storage room, where a great big tear edged with blood was ripped into the chestpiece, the hero’s signature top hat abandoned and crumpled beneath it.

He also broke another Spider-Person’s arm when they tried to steal one of the fairy cakes you’d lovingly baked for him; poured your heart and soul into.

Miguel also growls at people he thinks are looking at you strangely. Full-on bares his fangs like a rabid dog and watches them cower.

He purposely grows his fangs out and lets you play with them.

He’s careful to make sure you don’t get hurt, though, guiding your hands away from the pointed tips.

His guilty pleasure is when you kiss his fangs and tell him he’s “The coolest, most handsome man in the world!”

“Just the world?” He says, smiling, raising an eyebrow. His heart melts in his chest as your smile widens, eclipsing your eyes into crescents.

“In ALL the worlds!” You say, throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him, laughing. He brings his arms, thick and muscular, around your waist and pulls you into him, pressing ticklish kisses into your neck, revelling in your laughter.

Intimacy-wise, Miguel is horrified at the prospect of hurting you.

He’s ever so careful, as if handling glass, holding back his strength.

It’s worth it, though. The strain.

Especially when he hears you mewl and try to hide your face in his chest.

“Oh no, Sweetheart,” he says, tangling a hand in your hair and pulling your head back. His pointed fangs flint as he gives a smile. “I want to watch you like this.”

Loves your gentle kisses – they give him life.

Nothing can get him down when you’re around; especially when you’re sitting in his lap.

Though, issues have arisen as a result of your oblivion to…compromising positions.

More often than not, Miguel’s had to bite his lip and tongue when you shift in his lap, catching him, making his heart start and his breath shutter, electric anticipation jolting through him.

He takes you aside in the bathroom to deal with the issue you’ve unknowingly caused, but you don’t complain. Not that you can with your mouth full.

He looks at you with eyes which have seen the deaths of countless individuals, yet when he finds yours, he sees love and light spanning infinite universes within them. And they give him hope that there is more to life than loss and grief; more to him than his failures.

He revels in the feeling of you hiding behind him whenever you’re scared.

Sometimes he takes you to areas of the facility where he knows you’ll be easily frightened – for example, where captive villains are held – so he can feel your hands tightening around his arm or gripping the back of his suit. It makes him feel useful, like he can take on the world.

And he gets off on being the only person who can truly protect you. But he’d never tell you that, of course.

Loves demonstrating his strength around you. He can pick you up single-handedly and carry you anywhere without so much as thinking of breaking a sweat.

He prefers to be the big spoon, curling around you like a shield and protecting you from the outside world, his warm, broad chest to your back.

Tells you how much he loves you through hushed post-intimacy whispers and soft touches. Shows it through acts of service and the insurmountable adoration that fills his eyes whenever you’re around.

He can’t imagine being with anybody else. He can’t even remember the last time he felt anything save for contempt before you showed up.

And he’ll do whatever it takes to protect you. No cost is too great for the love of his life <3.

Reblog for more content like this! It helps creators like myself tremendously and it is greatly appreciated :-)

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doomed family

When you meet someone so beautiful that you forget to utter proper coherent sentences

If it’s not too much to ask and if you have the time, part 2 for horny Ominis and how his date with MC goes? That was quite the cliffhanger and I need to know! 😉

Sure thing 🤣💖

NSFW, C18+, smut

The "Date" 💚

Ominis entered the Three Broomsticks with MC, his mind racing at the thought it sleeping with her for the first time, he felt so pathetic at how constantly turned on he was lately over it, it was far too much..

They got their drinks and went and sat down, luckily it was quiet in there. MC knew what this was, she knew how badly Ominis wanted her, she could see him slightly biting his bottom lip as sat there next to her, she could see him bouncing his leg slightly under the the table, he seemed a little shiny, like he was already starting to sweat. She liked it, she liked knowing how much he wanted her, she smirked to herself.

MC: You know, Ominis..

Ominis: Hmm? *turns to face her*

MC: We don't have to play "first date" *reaches out and touches his leg*

Ominis's eye's closed as he let out a sigh, feeling her contact, he almost whimpered feeling his cock twitch.

MC: We can go straight upstairs if you want? *smirks*

Ominis: *without even a seconds breath, bangs his fist down on the table desperately* YES..yes..Please.

The few people in the pub looked over at the table bang, which made MC giggle. She grabbed his hand and dragged him off upstairs, once inside the room, MC took Ominis to the bed and sat him down before slipping out of her clothes, even just hearing her taking them off was almost too much for Ominis, he was shifting awkwardly, his breathing a little heavy, he brought his hands down and fumbled with the buttons of his trousers before MC helped him pull them off, along with his underwear, she then slowly took off his shirt and tie, all while Ominis let out small groans, MC giggled at how desperate he was but how much he was trying to hide it as he sat there..She stood in front of him and whispered at him.

MC: Touch me *giggles*

Ominis gulped harshly slowly reaching out a hand, he ran it up her stomach to her chest and over her breast, his expression was almost like he was in pain as he felt her body, he moaned just at the feeling of her skin, he slowly brought his hand back down, reaching towards her slit, feeling her wetness for the first time, his mouth slightly agape.

Ominis: Oh god...Mmm~

She let out a small moan herself, his thumb teasing her clit as he slid in a finger, moving it slowly inside of her, his breathing got even heavier, MC closed her eyes and let him play for a moment before he removed his now slick finger, MC looked down at him as he brought his hand up to his mouth, tasting her with a groan.

Ominis: *low growl* MC..I...Fuck..I need it..I need you.. please, pleeease.

MC giggled once more, as she straddled him, bringing her hand down to guide him inside of her, she sat down on him, making him gasp at the feeling.

Ominis: Mmmph! Shit..God's..That, f-feels..Ah- so g-good. *deep sigh*

MC wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, as Ominis's hands rested behind him on the bed as he leaned back, holding himself up, letting MC ride him, he was sweating, his cheeks blushing wildly, letting out blissful moans

Ominis: MC..I...I'm not going to last..Mmmmph I can already f-feel it..

MC: *whispers* it's OK...Cum for meeee.

Hearing those words sent Ominis wild, he leaned himself forward wrapping his arms around MC'S back and pulling her into him, he burried his head in her shoulder, and began wildly bucking his hips up into her, the feeling of her tightness gripping at his cock as he moved. He let out desperate grunts with each thrust.

Ominis: Ah- Oh my GOD, Fuck, FUCK! MMMMMPH!!!!!

His body shook with excitement as his arms tightened around her, spilling himself into her was a feeling like no other to him right now, his mouth fell open and his eyes tightened, MC held him close relishing in the moment between them both as she let out another giggle. Ominis pulled his head back, looking up at her, a smile curling onto his face and a breathless chuckle.

Ominis: ...Well...That was...Just...*relieved sigh leaning his head back*

MC: *smirks, leaning down to give him a kiss* Think you can go for round 2 shortly?

Ominis gave her smooth cheeky grin, leaning his head up to ear.

Ominis: Perhaps even going on to round 3 and 4 too? *smirks* I've got all night here with you, I intend to take full advantage of that *blushes*

(The next morning)

Ominis: *swaggers into the dorm room a smile on his face*

Sebastian: (?!) Heyyyyy *smirks*

Ominis: Hellooooo~

Sebastian: So?! How'd it go?!

Ominis: *sitting down on a chair in the room, crossing his legs and leaning his arms over the back of the chair* A gentleman never tells, Sebastian. *smirks*

Sebastian: Oh piss off with all that *chuckles* Did you do it?

Ominis: *smug grin* Oh I did it...More than once..More than twice..More than Thrice..*smirks*

Sebastian: Hell yesssss! *chuckles* tell me everything *smirks*

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this is a bit more of a nsfw question but after reading the masturbate one i just had to ask. How is their length ? are they big, small, curved ? does the mat fit the curtain ? scars ??

Soo I sort of elaborated on this in a reblog of a post by @cuffmeinblack which is here.

I will go ahead and elaborate more and re-iterate here though.

NSFW 18+

Sebastian

girthy, thick, about 6 inches long

curved downwards and the tip of his head just peeks out from his foreskin

barely there freckles pepper there way down his pubic area leading to some more prominent freckles spaced out on his foreskin

big, heavy, sensitive balls that hang a bit low

his pubic hair is a mixture of orange/darker blonde hairs the way people with any inkling of red hair often have really mixed colored beards/body hair

definitely more of a "show-er" where he's pretty much the same size flaccid as he is hard

Ominis

about 8 inches, standard girth

closer to 6 inches soft

has an impressive curved upwards when he's fully erect

his foreskin hugs his shaft to show off delicious veins

pale and pink

the pink head peaks all the way out when he's hard

light colored hair

tight balls hiding beneath

cute beauty marks on his inner thighs