hi, my name is smitty, 25, she/her, eastern time. recently got into dc and time to explore my love for broken, beaten, messed up men. please note that this is a sideblog.
currently, i'll be interested in writing for vigilante/adrian chase, jason todd, and dick grayson, tim drake, aged up damian wayne, roy harper.
please feel free to send me asks and messages, i don't bite.
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adrian chase / vigilante
blurb ; " i can see you're struggle to keep your eyes open "
blurb ; "your touch"
blurb ; "what are we?"
blurb ; "how am i going to manage being away from you for a month?"
alright, i'll be the one to say it. ao3 and tumblr becoming "mainstream" did so much damage to the community and the writers. i have seen loads of videos and posts about:
1. people hating on writers and fics. writing is something we do for free and for fun. if you stumble upon a fanfic that isn't necessarily your cup of tea or you just don't like, scroll. dont read it. literally leave their page. you don't know if this could be the author's first work that they're so excited about, you dont know if the language they're writing in isn't their first language, you dont know that the writer could be a literal teen and loads of other reasons. fanfictions don't HAVE to be perfect. you write what you want to write because we do it for fun and enjoyment and we want to share that to the world. seriously, what is the wrong with that?..
2. x reader consumers getting WAY too entitled. the number of tiktoks i've seen that say "i run a strict program when it comes to reading fanfics." girl you aint running shit. this is FAN FICTION you're reading. F A N F I C T I O N. there is no denying that most fanfiction writes are beyond talented but just because you read one fanfic that exceeds your expectations doesn't give you the right to talk down on others that don't. people have their own personal writing style, their way of doing things and you talking shit on that isn't right.
at the end of the day, we are all humans, reading and writing is what we do and what we're meant to do. and for you to talk shit about a person WRITING is so insane. we are humans. not some robots that you can tell what to do so you can consume it.
i've seen so so many authors take down their fanfics and losing all motivation to write because of a hate comment. DONT LIKE DONT READ‼️
and to every author reading this, this community values your work and your contribution. we love u and, please, never let anyone's negative words have an effect on you.
Summary: You decide to do a tik tok trend with your boyfriend. Unfortunately, you didn't realize how seriously he took your instructions.
Pairing: Damian Wayne x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1.5k
Content Warning: fluff, cursing, established relationship, secret relationship, yearning, tik tok trend, batfam finding out
A/N: This is for this request by @dclover567 you are so sweet and this was so fun to write! This will be my last fic till after exams! I hope you enjoy my lovelies
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“Damian come here.”
You watch as he pops his head out of the door frame from your shared bedroom. The use of his full name spurs him into an immediate reaction.
He was wearing grey sweatpants and a loose black long sleeve. You had about thirty minutes left with him before he leaves for the cave. Tonight, he had some training with Tim before they all went on patrol.
When he sees you trying, and failing miserably, to hide the smirk on your face, he raises an eyebrow.
“What are you up to my love?”
A hum comes from your lips, as you prop up your phone on the kitchen aid mixer. Noticing that the camera is open and facing in your direction, his arms stiffen at his sides.
This had not been the first time he had fallen victim to your shenanigans.
Realizing that he’s suddenly as stiff as a tree, a laugh escapes you. It’s a harmony to his ears when he’s blessed with the sound. The sight of your smile, causes a slight twitch of his lips. If you hadn’t been looking for it, you would’ve missed it.
“Can you do something for me?”
“Anything you ask beloved.” His answer was immediate, it always was when you asked him for something.
Damian would have burned the world to the ground if it meant you would smile at him like that every morning. There weren’t enough words in any language that could properly capture how he felt about you. It was more than love, more than devotion, it was something he was convinced only existed in the way you chose each other.
“Lift your arms in the air, straight up.” When he does, your palms rest on his bicep with a feather light touch. There’s a small amount of force in you pushing them together, so they’re parallel next to his head. “Okay perfect, make sure to keep them there.”
The eyebrow is back to being raised. The other one joins it’s partner when your arms wrap around his neck.
There’s a subtle flush dusting the beautiful tan skin of his face when you’re centimeters apart. There’s a subtle glint of mischief in his eye that he is too used to when your lips meet his.
He wasn’t sure what the test was, but he would retake it every night if it meant your lips never left his.
This was his favorite part of the day. When it was just the both of you in the intimacy of the night, sharing kisses stolen from his dreams.
He kept his arms in the air, a proper soldier following his orders. There was no wish he wanted to be granted more than for you to allow him to drop his arms. He yearned to hold you against him, the woman he dedicated himself too.
This was torture.
After a few more seconds, you slowly pull away. His swollen lips go to chase yours, for another kiss before he has to abandon you for some hours of the night.
When his eyes flutter open, he sees the small ounce of disappointment behind your eyes and his heart sinks.
Without hesitation, he goes against the only orders you gave him and his arms drop. The warmth of your lower back is more comforting than he’ll ever allow himself to admit out loud.
“What have I done qalbi?” His eyebrows furrow together.
At the term of endearment you shake your head with a small smile. His only response is to hold you tighter. It was common for you two to have conversations with little words, spoken in actions and longing glances. Damian had never been one for many words, but with you, he tried.
“It’s nothing.” When he pulls you tighter, you knew then that he wasn’t going to let it go. “It’s a stupid trend, basically you test your partner to see if they drop their arms and melt into the kiss.”
Understanding flashes across his face with a singular nod. His eyes catch the time on the oven clock and then glances back at you, in his arms.
“My love, I only kept my arms up because you instructed me too. Believe me, if I knew this was the test, I would’ve failed it immediately, or passed. I’m not sure which result is which.”
A laugh passes in between you. Something small and breathless, enough to make him debate on telling his father he cannot attend the patrol tonight.
“We have twenty seven minutes until I leave for patrol.”
A beat. Then,
“Okay…”
“What would you like me to do, to make it up to you?”
“Damian-”
“Please,” he rarely pleads. Even with you, he has never allowed himself to end up in a position where he has to beg for forgiveness or anything similar to it. “Allow me to make it up to you.”
“Well if you insist…” There’s a cheeky smile that appears on your face. “If you would like to cook up a quick dinner for your lovely amazing girlfriend who hates to cook, she would be very happy!”
And for the first time that evening, he laughs. Your hatred for cooking came in handy most days. Richard had told him once “happy wife, happy life.” While Todd advised him the way to anyone’s heart was through their stomach.
He took both of the recommendations to heart. They had worked so far for him, but he would never let them know that.
He drops a kiss to your forehead, holding you tighter. “Anything you desire.”
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Damian had been in the cave for a little over forty five minutes. He had wrapped up his training and now they were waiting for him his father to join them in the cave.
Bruce had been on a date with Selina, but they should be back any moment now. Everyone was here for patrol and Selina was going to be joining them tonight.
“Wha….”
Stephanie’s voice echoes through the cave as she sits up in the chair she had been previously lounging in. Timothy, being as nosy as ever, looks over at her phone. His jaw drops and a sputtering noise comes out of him.
They now had the attention of all the occupiers in the cave, including even Alfred.
Tim and Stephanie look at each other, then his heat skips a beat as they both look to stare at him. Betraying no emotion, he merely moves his head the slightest bit, a motion to get them to explain their sudden hysteria.
“Damian, what the fuck is this?”
The use of foul language confuses him. He hadn’t done anything particularly out of the ordinary recently. Stepping closer to the odd pair he bends down to look closer at Stephanie’s phone.
Ah.
It was the video from the trend you had asked him to participate in earlier. When you asked him if it would be okay to post, he assured you that he wouldn’t mind.
He did however not factor in the possibility of his family finding out. A rather stupid thing to forget.
“From what I am told.” His throat bobs while he swallows, attempting to keep his cool. “That is a Tik Tok Trend.”
“Well no shit.” Timothy remarks. “Who’s she?”
At that, Damian cannot do much to hide the way his face could pass for a rose bush.
Richard, seeing the reaction, throws his arm around Damian’s shoulder with a wicked grin. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say our little Dami has a girlfriend.”
Todd snorts. “We gotta take the girl to Arkham and run a test on her. She’s gotta be messed up to go out with Demon spawn.”
“You will do no such thing.” Damian’s head snaps in the Frankenstein wannabe’s direction. “If I found out you even lay a hand on her, I will personally-”
“What’s going on?” Father steps off the elevator with Selina on his arm. Both of their eyebrows are about to fly off their face when they take in the scene.
“Damian’s got a girlfriend.” Cassandra says from her new place behind Stephanie.
“Oh, that sweet girl that works at the record store off Broadway and Seventeenth?” Selina asks with a faux innocent tone.
Damian’s eyes narrow in their direction. It was foolish of him to think that his father and Selina were not aware. He did however not enjoy that they had spied on her without his permission.
“Yes,” he swallows. “Her.”
Father nods with a small twitch of his lip. “She’s a nice girl, you should invite her to dinner.”
“I…” Damian pauses. “I will consider it.”
Father accepts the answer and directs Selina to the changing room. While they both change into the suit, Pennyworth approaches the young master Wayne and asks in a low voice,
“I assume, I should not mention that I have already met the young miss?”
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A/N: Yes this is me projecting my hatred for cooking. Also say thank you to my bsf who sent me a video so I could write this bc I don’t have tik tok LOL (I was going to include duke in this no i didn't forget about him but i wasn't sure if it'd fit bc he patrols through the day im sorry )
JASON TODD really, really liked you. more than he wanted to admit to himself.
he felt like a fucking fool every time he thought too hard about it - about you - a blush painting his cheeks he'd hoped you'd never see.
luckily, with you, there were hardly any questions - nothing to make sense of - like something just clicks in his head.
the word that comes to mind to describe Jason as a lover is reverent.
even as you kiss, he can't help but marvel at how beautiful you look in his arms. how he'd do anything you asked of him. how things felt instinctive and right with you.
he kisses you like he could never get enough.
pinning you beneath him, just wanting to be close, he peppers kisses up your neck and jaw, nipping your soft skin before easing the sting with laves of his tongue.
he couldn't help the tinge of ego that comes to the surface when he hears your gasp as he carries you to bed with no effort. the awe he feels when he reaches down to feel how wet your panties are for him; he’s barely touched you, and you're soaking.
can’t help his delight at being tasked with swallowing the noises that escape your lips when he begins to touch you. he feels a possessiveness course through his veins. you were glorious. and this was all for him.
you squirm and grind against his touch, brushing against the sizable tent that was growing in his pants. he smiles against your lips as he encourages the way you reach down to palm him through his pants. the way you undo the fly and wrap your hands around his cock.
he teases you with his length at first, running it over your cloth covered clit before pulling your panties to the side to tease your increasingly wet folds - a taste of what's to come.
he could cum this way, he thinks. just rubbing his cock against your pretty pussy. you were so fucking warm and wet.
as he pushes into you with a groan, even just the tip is a stretch for your sweet cunt at first. it's a tight fit as you adjust, and he has to take deep breaths to not lose himself in you right away.
your fingers rake up and down his back, almost ritualistically, as he continues to ease into you inch by inch.
he runs his hands over your body like you're something precious, forehead pressed to yours as he fucks you. he takes his time and wants you to feel all of him.
he marvels at how you take him so well, the way you scrunch your nose as you adjust to him. he runs his thumb over your bottom lip, urging you to release it from the way it was worried between your teeth. he wanted to hear how good he made you feel.
and if you wanted it, it would be so easy for him to just give all of himself to you. to thrust all the way in and set his pace, drinking in your sweet noises, attaining the closeness he also so desperately wanted. would hardly be any effort at all.
and the way your cunt flutters around him? feels like you might want it too. he knows he hopes you do.
but he's going to hold off until you say so. wants to let you set the pace: to hear your pretty voice ask for exactly what you want.
Do ever think that the villains of Gotham dread the day they accidentally kidnap or harm a BatBoys partner?
Obviously, it isn't well known at first, but rumours get around, and eventually, someone does do it.
Like, Two-Face rounds up a bunch of people to become hostages to ensure his safe retreat, and suddenly, Red Robin is less talkative. And it takes Batman's arrival to peel his side-kick off the goon who's a bloody mess on the floor. Two-Face watches, slightly terrified, as Red Robin stalks over to you and crouches down next to you. Dent makes sure none of his men venture close to your area or workplace from now on.
Red Hood leaves Penguin's newest base in flames and carnage, carrying you out of the front doors while the villain is hanging from the chandelier in cuffs, blue and purple and bleeding. Batman has to rescue him before the flames get too close.
Nightwing lacks wit and a charming smile in the fight against Harley. And you're tied up to the chair she's using as a shield from Nightwing's glaring gaze. She cuts your bonds, and you walk away unscathed. Harley's boys are laying in piles, broken and groaning. She surrendered almost immediately when you called out "Look out, Babe!" She says hi to you on the streets sometimes.
Aged-Up Robin (Damian) is the worst. Most villains hate going up against him normally, but when you're tied up with the rest of the hostages - they surrender almost immediately. Because not only is Robin carving his way through floor after floor of goons, but Batman can't control him. Robin has broken his leash, feral, and not even Batman can call him back. By the time Robin gets to you, the villain has you free and begging for you to calm him down.
SYNOPSIS — you have a thing for adrian in his glasses
CONTENT — 18+ minors dni | porn with some plot, sub!adrian, dry humping, oral sex (both receiving), fingering (very brief), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), belly bulge, creampie. i think that’s it but let me know if i’ve missed anything!
WC — 6.7k
NOTE — this is my first ever fic! i hope you all enjoy it lol
MASTERLIST
The others had gone out hours ago — all off on some mission that didn’t require a second vigilante or the person Adrian Chase currently could not stop staring at. You.
You were sitting on the couch, legs tucked under you, lazily scrolling through your phone while the dim lamplight flickered across the peeling walls of the safehouse. The air smelt faintly of gun oil, stale pizza, and whatever cheap air freshener Harcourt had pretended not to buy.
Adrian sat on the opposite end of the couch, a little too upright, his mask sitting crooked on the coffee table beside a half-empty can of coke. He drummed his fingers against his knee like someone who’d never been left alone with their crush before — because, well, he hadn’t.
He cleared his throat once. Then again. Then again, louder.
Nothing from you.
“So, uh,” he started, voice a little too bright, “did you know that jumping spiders do little dances to impress mates. Like, actual dances. With their legs and everything.” He mimed an awkward eight-legged wiggle. “And they’re really good at sneaking! Are you good at sneaking? You seem like you’d be good at sneaking. You’re quiet. Like—” He squinted. “—really quiet.”
Still nothing. Just a faint hum of acknowledgement as you scrolled.
Adrian smiled nervously, like a kid trying to fill a silence that wasn’t asking to be filled. “I mean, that’s cool. Being quiet. People like that are mysterious. You’re probably mysterious. Do you have secrets? You totally do. Everyone does. Mine’s that I once cried during Shrek 2. Donkey’s friendship arc really got me.”
You glanced up then — just for a second — and he brightened immediately, grinning as if that brief flicker of eye contact had powered him back on.
“Yeah, you laughed, I saw it!” he said, pointing triumphantly. “See? You get it! You’ve got great taste. I can tell. You’re, like, the kind of person who doesn’t need to talk a lot to make an impact, you know? Like, if you do say something, it’s probably really smart or funny or both, and then everyone’s like, ‘Wow, what a legend.’ Meanwhile I’m just over here talking about tactical capes for ten minutes straight.”
You gave a faint smile, just enough to make him light up again.
“Okay, okay, hear me out,” Adrian said, scooting forward slightly. “Tactical. Cape. It’s like a regular cape, but with utility. Hidden knives, smoke bombs, maybe a snack pocket. Because, like, fighting crime burns calories, and no one ever thinks about mid-battle hunger. I could keep a granola bar in there. Or a Pop-Tart. Pop-Tarts are top-tier fuel for justice.”
You huffed a soft laugh through your nose. Adrian heard it like a victory fanfare.
He leaned back, more relaxed now, rambling freely. “I’ve been thinking about new gadgets, too. Maybe something like Batarangs, but sharper. Vigilant-er. Or a grappling hook that doubles as a taser! Oh, and I saw this video once about a guy who made armor out of carbon fiber—actually, you’d love it. You seem like you’d appreciate cool tech stuff. Do you?”
You looked up again, meeting his gaze briefly. You didn’t answer, but there was a softness in your expression, something patient. He smiled faintly, words stumbling to a slower rhythm now.
“I like that you listen,” he said quietly. “Most people don’t. They tell me to shut up. Which, you know, fair, because I talk a lot. But you don’t. You just… listen. And I guess that’s kinda—nice.”
He rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks a little pink beneath the warm light. “I don’t really know how to be quiet around people I like. I just start talking and… keep going.” He chuckled nervously, then looked at you again. “It’s weird, right? The more I like someone, the more words fall out of me like a busted vending machine.”
You tilted your head slightly, eyes flicking up from your phone. There was the faintest smirk tugging at your lips. “People you like, huh?”
Adrian froze.
“Oh—uh—yeah! Like… like, you know, people in general,” he said quickly, words tripping over each other in a frantic stampede. “Friends. Teammates. Uh, colleagues. People with… good moral compasses. And cool hair. Not that your hair isn’t—wait—”
He winced, realizing he was digging himself deeper, hands flailing helplessly. “I mean, your hair is great! Not that I look at your hair, like, a lot. I mean, sometimes. Not in a creepy way! Just in a… observational way? Like—scientific!”
He was unraveling fast. You set your phone down, eyes glinting with amusement. “So you like my hair?”
He stared at you, wide-eyed, mouth slightly open. His face went redder, if that was even possible. “I—uh—no! I mean yes! Not like that—well, not not like that—oh my god—” He buried his face in his hands with a groan.
You laughed softly, a quiet, melodic sound that sent colour rushing up his neck.
“Oh my god, I sound like a lunatic,” he muttered, half to himself. “Why am I still talking? Stop talking, Adrian. Stop—talking—Adrian.” He actually smacked himself lightly on the side of his head for emphasis, groaning.
You only stared back at him, perfectly calm, eyes twinkling with mischief. “You’re cute when you panic, you know that?”
“I just meant,” he said in a rush, hands flapping like he could physically wave the embarrassment away, “that you’re—uh—you’re nice to be around! Yeah! That’s all I meant. You’re quiet, and calm, and not a jerk! And sometimes you smile at me, which is… kind of the best thing ever, honestly—wait, that sounded weird again—”
You let him flounder for another moment, quietly amused, until you leaned back with an innocent expression. “So… you like me?”
His brain short-circuited. There was a beat of silence where his mouth opened, closed, and opened again like a confused goldfish.
“I—uh—what? No! I mean—yes! Wait, no! I mean—” He pressed both hands to his face, muffling a noise that was somewhere between a groan and a squeak. “Oh my god. I’m so bad at this. Forget I said anything. Just, uh, delete that from your memory. Men in Black style. Flashy thing and everything.”
You couldn’t help it; you laughed — properly this time, shoulders shaking.
Adrian peeked through his fingers, expression mortified but also faintly hopeful behind his slightly crooked glasses. “You’re laughing at me, aren’t you? You think I’m an idiot, don’t you?”
You shrugged lightly, smile still lingering.
He sighed dramatically, dragging his hands down his face. “Great. Fantastic. Adrian Chase, master vigilante, feared by criminals, brought down by one quiet person with a nice smile. Classic.”
Your chuckle softened into something gentler, and his shoulders loosened a little. You didn’t speak, just watched him ramble, his words tumbling out in anxious bursts. The more he talked, the more flustered he got — cheeks flushed, glasses sliding down his nose, hair sticking up from where he’d run his hands through it too many times.
And yet… there was something oddly magnetic about him like this.
His glasses had slipped a little to one side, catching the light. They framed the warmth in his eyes — eyes that, despite his nervous fumbling, held nothing but sincerity. His words might have been tangled, but his feelings weren’t.
You found yourself smiling without meaning to.
He noticed immediately. “Oh god, now you’re smiling. Is that good? Bad? Are you laughing with me or at me? Because I can handle either, honestly, I just—well, actually, I’d prefer ‘with.’”
You gave a small shrug, the tiniest nod — as if to say, with. He let out a long, shaky breath, like he’d just defused a bomb. “Okay. Cool. Yeah. With is good. With is great. I can do ‘with.’”
A moment passed. His rambling slowed, the energy around him softening. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter — almost shy. “So… yeah. That’s me. The guy who can’t shut up around people he likes. Wait! Not like-like —”
You tilted your head, feigning a frown. “So you don’t like me?”
Adrian’s entire body went rigid. “What? No— I mean— yes! Wait— not no yes, but yes yes! I do— like you— but I didn’t mean to say it like that, because it sounds, you know, serious. And not that I wouldn’t be serious if you wanted serious— oh my god, stop talking, Adrian.”
He physically winced, clapping a hand over his mouth. His other hand waved frantically as though he could swat his own words out of the air before they reached you.
You bit the inside of your cheek, trying hard not to laugh. He looked so hopelessly frazzled — his glasses sliding further down his nose, eyes wide and bright and completely out of his depth.
“Okay, uh,” he continued weakly, voice muffled through his hand, “just to clarify, I absolutely like you. Probably too much. Like, it’s getting medically concerning. I think about you a lot, which isn’t creepy—well, maybe a little creepy, but in a cute way?”
You stood. Adrian blinked up at you, mid-rant, tracking your movement like a confused cat. His head tilted to one side, brows furrowed as you crossed the short distance between you.
“Wait, are you—are you leaving? Please don’t leave. I swear I can be less weird if given, like, a five-minute reset. I just need to—”
You stopped right in front of him. He looked up, words dying instantly in his throat. Without saying anything, you reached down and adjusted his crooked glasses, straightening them gently on the bridge of his nose. His breath caught — sharp, soft. The world seemed to freeze around that small touch.
His voice came out barely above a whisper. “Oh.”
You smiled faintly, your hand lingering for a second longer than necessary before you lowered it. Then, with quiet confidence, you moved — settling yourself down onto his lap as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Adrian went absolutely still. Every muscle in his body locked up like someone had hit the emergency brakes.
His eyes darted between your face and the wall and back again. “Uh. Okay. Cool. Yep. This is—wow. This is happening. You’re—you’re sitting on me. That’s new. Not bad-new! Great-new! Like—best-day-ever-new!”
You didn’t say anything. You just watched him, amused, while he tried very hard to keep breathing normally.
His hands hovered awkwardly in the air, unsure where they were allowed to go. “Is this—are we—do I—should I—”
You leaned in slightly, just enough for him to swallow his next half-formed sentence. He blinked, looking at you like he was trying to solve a riddle written in an alien language.
“Adrian,” you murmured, voice barely above a whisper.
He blinked rapidly. “Yeah?”
“Breathe,” you smiled, gently cupping his jaw.
“Oh. Right.” He took a quick inhale, a little too fast, coughing once before exhaling. “Okay. Breathing. I’m breathing. Definitely not dying of happiness. Nope. Totally fine.”
Your hand fell from his jaw and brushed his shoulder, and his entire face went a shade deeper. You could feel the nervous energy humming beneath his skin — the kind that made him fidget and ramble, but now it was channeled into stillness, anticipation.
For once, he wasn’t talking.
You smiled, tilting your head. “You were saying something about liking me?”
He made a strangled noise that might’ve been a laugh. “Yeah, I, uh… I still do. Like, like-like. Just—just to clarify. In case that wasn’t obvious by, you know…”
He gestures vaguely at the entire situation and you laughed quietly — the kind of soft, genuine laugh that made him melt.
He grinned helplessly, eyes shining behind those now perfectly straightened glasses.
“I… have absolutely no idea what to do with my hands,” he admitted, voice small.
You reached down, taking one of them in yours, resting it against your knee. He looked at it like it was a miracle. Then, after a beat, he looked back at your face, his grin returning — softer now, still a little shaky.
“Just so you’re aware,” you whisper, leaning in just a fraction, close enough that your lips brushed against his ear. “I like you too. Like-like.”
Your confession hit him like a flashbang. His mouth fell open — no words, no jokes, not even a nervous laugh. Just shock. You pulled back and saw how his pupils were dilated, how his breath stuttered, and how, for once, Adrian Chase — the man who could talk through gunfire, chaos, and a nuclear countdown — was completely, utterly speechless.
You tilted your head, amused by the silence. “What’s wrong? Did I just break Vigilante?”
He blinked twice, a quiet, breathless laugh finally escaping him. “I—uh—no, I’m fine. Totally fine. Just—wow. You—uh—wow.”
You smiled. “You say that a lot.”
“Yeah, but—” He shook his head, a dazed grin spreading across his face. “This time I actually mean it. Wow.”
He looked at you for a long moment, wonder softening every sharp edge in him. Then, almost timidly, he whispered, “You really mean that?”
You nodded. “Every word.”
Adrian let out a shaky breath, his laugh breaking halfway through it — part disbelief, part joy. “Okay. Cool. Great. Totally normal reaction. I’m just gonna sit here and, uh, internally combust for a bit.”
You smiled and rested your forehead against his, your voice barely above a whisper. “You talk too much,” you teased.
He grinned, dazed and glowing. “Yeah,” he breathed, “but apparently you don’t mind.”
You smiled and leaned closer. “Hmm, I suppose not,” you whispered, placing your hand at the base of his neck, gently scratching there.
Adrian shivered slightly at your touch, eyes widening as he caught your gaze. Your lips hovered for a moment before connecting with his.
His hands froze midair, unsure where to go, and then settled tentatively on your waist as if trying to anchor himself to the reality of the moment.
When you pulled back just slightly, your forehead resting against his, he let out a breathless laugh, cheeks flushed. “You just kissed me.”
“Did I?” you feign shock, tilting your head, eyes wide as if the idea were utterly scandalous.
Adrian’s entire body froze. His hands hung awkwardly in the air for a second before settling back on your waist, almost as if holding you in place might stop the world from spinning. “Uh… well… yeah! I mean—wow—yes! You did! That’s… I don’t—”
You pressed a finger lightly to his lips again, cutting off his panicked ramble. “I’m messing with you, you dork,” you whispered, a small teasing smile tugging at your lips.
“Right,” Adrian mumbled behind your hand. “I knew… I knew that.”
You laugh softly, shaking your head and letting your hand fall from his mouth and onto his shoulder before leaning back in and connecting your lips once again.
This time, Adrian didn’t just pause to savor it — he leaned into it with way too much enthusiasm, tangling his fingers in your hair as if he was afraid you might vanish. You gently tilt his head back, deepening the kiss.
His tongue slid tentatively against yours, and he made a soft, muffled noise of delight against your lips. Your body shuddered, allowing him to explore and taste every inch of your mouth.
Adrian’s hands moved down to your sides, holding you just a little too firmly, his mind racing faster than his mouth ever could. He instinctively pulled you closer causing you to grind down, feeling his cock throb against your core through the layer of his jeans.
You pulled back from the kiss, a heavenly moan eliciting from your lips. Adrian dropped his head onto your chest, slowly losing himself to the pleasure. One of your hands settled on the back of his head as the other gripped the couch behind him.
His palms hesitantly glide up and down your thighs, gripping them ever so slightly. The both of you wanted more, needed more. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension building between you like a storm about to break. Your body begged for it as his thighs trembled while you circled your hips.
“I’m so turned on right now,” he mentioned breathlessly, his lips moving up to graze your neck.
“That’s kind of the point, Adrian,” you rasped, grinding down onto his crotch again.
No matter how good the friction felt — it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. You huffed, pulling back and getting to your feet. Adrian stared up at you, furrowing his brows and wondering if he had done something wrong.
Before he has a chance to open his mouth, you took a hold of his hand and headed to your room. He stumbled a little, his mind a mix of disoriented surprise and genuine anticipation. Adrian gave you a sidelong glance as you led him inside and locked the door behind him.
“Why are we in here?” he asked, his gaze settling on you once you stepped in front of him once again.
“Sex, Adrian,” you deadpan, your voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t particularly fancy anyone catching us in the act, do you?”
Adrian froze, completely taken off guard. His face flushed a bright red, the colour spreading over his ears and neck. He stumbled over his words, his brain short-circuiting for a good few seconds.
“W-what?” he finally managed to croak out, his voice a little higher-pitched than usual. “Are you serious?”
“Yes,” you whisper, going on your tip toes to brush your lips against his ear.
You trail a finger down his chest, feeling the contours of his abs before settling on the waistband of his boxers. You slowly pull at them before allowing them to snap back at his body.
Adrian let out a small, weak groan. His heart hammered against his ribcage, his breathing shallow. You grin, pulling his top up slightly and exposing his slight happy trail. Adrian gulped, trying to regain his composure. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, a mixture of uncertainty and overwhelming desire.
“Take this off,” you murmur, gently tugging at his top.
His breath hitched at your command and the need to feel more of you, to be skin against skin, won out. His fingers curled around the hem of his top, and he tugged it off in a swift, nervous movement.
His chest rose and fell with each labored breath, the muscles under his skin shifting with every movement. His heart beat faster under your gaze, anticipation mixing in his eyes.
Adrian’s breath hitched as your hand rested on his chest, his skin burning under your fingertips. He swallowed, the muscles in his chest tensing beneath your hand. His eyes were wide and unblinking, fixated on your face.
He couldn’t tear his gaze away from you, trapped in the intensity of the moment. His own hand unclenched from his side and moved higher, fingers trembling slightly as they brushed the underside of your breast.
“Watch it,” you teased.
His fingers halted immediately, his cheeks flushed scarlet. He swallowed, his throat bobbing with the movement. He tried to maintain a façade of aloof assurance, but the rising colour on his face and the slight quiver in his voice betrayed him.
“I – er –” he started to say but his voice caught in his throat. He cleared his throat and tried again. “I didn’t mean to—” he started, but his fingers flexed involuntarily again, his touch still lingering too close to your breast.
“I’m joking,” you laughed softly, running your hand over his shoulders.
A puff of breath escaped him, half a sigh and half a nervous laugh. His shoulders relaxed under your touch, the roughness of his skin contrasting with your soft fingers.
Adrian could feel the warmth spreading from the places you touched, the goosebumps erupting where you absentmindedly trailed your fingers across his skin.
His hand on your waist inched up a little more, the tips of his fingers grazing the underside of your breast again.
“You can touch me, you know?” you smiled, running your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck.
A shiver ran down his spine at your words, heat spreading across his face. He gulped, the sound loud and audible in the silence between you. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, his fingers twitching against your skin as his hand moved higher, his thumb now grazing the nipple underneath your shirt.
He swallowed, trying to gather his scattered thoughts.
"You... you mean it?" he asked, his voice a whisper, his body stilled with hesitation and hope.
You nodded and his hand moved again, fingers grazing over your nipple intentionally this time. He couldn't tear his eyes away from your face, his breath hitching as he watched your reaction to his touch.
His fingers closed around you, squeezing your flesh slightly. His eyes darkened with desire, his heart pounding in his chest.
"God, you're gorgeous," he murmured, his voice rough with a mix of awe and yearning.
"You're not too bad yourself, handsome,” you panted, arching your back into his hand.
Adrian’s heart raced, his whole body feeling taut with anticipation. He couldn't believe this was happening, that you were allowing him to touch you like this. But he couldn't resist the temptation, not when you were offering yourself to him. His fingers flexed again, this time squeezing your breast more firmly. His eyes locked onto yours, a mix of awe and hunger in his gaze.
His breath hitched as your fingers brushed against the waistband of his jeans once again, his eyes widening in surprise. His grip on your breast tightened reflexively, squeezing your flesh between his fingers.
His heart raced, his body tense as he tried to hold back the rush of desire that swelled within him. You smile at his reaction, your hand moving to gently palm him. His body tensed under your touch, his eyes closing involuntarily as he fought off the urge to roll his hips into your hand. He bit back a groan, his fingers clinging to your breast like a lifeline.
"F-fuck..." he hissed, his voice a rasp. He tried to steady his breathing, but it was difficult with your hand palming him through his jeans. He felt himself growing harder under your touch, his heart pounding in his chest at a dizzying pace.
"Someone's excited," you purred.
Adrian was lost for words, his eyes dark and dazed with want. He swallowed, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips. His brain couldn't conjure up a coherent response, his mind fuzzy with the mix of nervousness and desire. All he could manage was a small nod, admitting to the truth in your words.
You chuckle, unbuckling his belt and sinking down onto your knees. You pulled down his jeans and boxers in one go. His cock springs free, the head already slick with pre-cum. He’s bigger than you expected, much bigger.
“You… you don’t have to…” Adrian stuttered, his eyes clouded with residual desire.
"Do what?" you raised a brow, running your tongue up the underside of his cock.
He let out a strangled moan, his eyes closing again. His body trembled as your tongue traced a path up his cock, his breathing quickening with anticipation. He tried to articulate his thoughts, but his mind was a fuzzy mess of pleasure.
“T-that…” he gasped, tilting his head back when you took his tip into your mouth.
His hands clenched at his sides, trying to ground himself.
He swallowed, trying to find his voice as he whispered, "You... you're really doing this."
"Hm,” you hummed, pulling from his cock with a wet ‘pop’. “You're a lucky boy, aren't you?"
Adrian's mind was a dizzying haze of need, his heart pounding like a drum inside his chest. He tried to form a coherent thought but all he could manage was a rasp.
"Please..." he whispered, his voice roughened with want.
"Please what?" you whisper, your hand slowly stroking him up and down.
His voice was a rasp, rough and low as he managed to stammer out, "Please… just..."
He swallowed, unable to put into words the things he needed you to do to him. His eyes pleaded with you, silently begging you to understand his unspoken pleas.
"I need words, Adrian,” your thumb ran over his slit, collecting some pre-cum and smearing it over his cock.
He struggled to find his voice, his mind a blurry mess of desire. His eyes searched yours, trying to find the elusive words he needed. His breath hitched as he managed to whisper, "I need your mouth."
The words were out, the barrier broken. Adrian could see the satisfaction in your eyes, the hunger that matched his own. One of his hands tangled in your hair, gently guiding you as you took him in your mouth once again.
"You're killing me," he rasped, his words a mix of longing and need. "It feels so good."
Your tongue moved to his tip, swirling it in your mouth causing Adrian to moan softly. His head rolled back as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, leaving him breathless and trembling.
You took more of him into your mouth and Adrian’s eyes widened. He tilted his head back down and watched you bob up and down. Adrian felt as though every nerve in his body was on fire as the tension in him built.
“Don’t stop,” Adrian moaned, his voice rough with yearning. “F—fuck…”
You gagged slightly, feeling his tip hit the back of your throat. Adrian’s eyes widened with worry but you just hummed around him, the vibrations making goosebumps rise on his skin.
He tried to form words, but all that came out was a string of uneven breaths mixed with hushed gasps. "Oh... God... please..."
You sucked harshly and Adrian let out a guttural moan. His grip on your hair tightened, his hand trembling with anticipation.
His eyes rolled back in his head, his mind a blur of unbridled pleasure. His whole body tensed. His eyes flickered open, locking onto yours as he tried to form words, his voice a strained rasp.
"Oh... oh, God... I'm..." He gasped, his hazel eyes pleading.
His body trembled, his words catching in his throat as he fought to keep control. He tried to pull you off him, but his grip was unsteady, his whole body tension-laden and on edge.
It was as if something snapped inside Adrian, the tension coiled deep in his core exploded in a wave that sent white-hot pleasure coursing through his entire body. His release spurted down your throat, the taste salty yet satisfying.
After swallowing every last drop that he had to offer you, you pulled back, kissing his tip with swollen lips and standing with a smug smile.
Adrian felt completely boneless, every muscle in his body felt like jelly. He was spent, his body undone from the pleasure you had bought him.
“You okay there, space cadet?” you whispered teasingly as you adjusted his glasses.
Adrian gulped, nodding dumbly in response as he didn’t trust his words.
“Good,” you murmured, slowly pulling him over to your bed.
You crawled on the bed, leaning back against the pillows and noticing Adrian staring at you — his gaze hungry yet nervous.
“Are you sure everything is okay?” you wondered, tilting your head.
Adrian’s heart thumped furiously against his ribcage, a shiver running down his spine at your words. His eyes darkened with a mix of nerves and excitement as he swallowed hard.
“Can I…” he stuttered, clearing his throat before starting again. “Can I make you feel good?”
“Of course you can,” you chuckled, gesturing him over.
He settled down onto the bed and you pulled him over you. For a moment, he froze — his weight balanced carefully on his hands, hovering above you like he was afraid to get too close. His breath came in shallow bursts, eyes flicking between yours as if waiting for permission to breathe.
Your hands slid gently to his shoulders, grounding him. “Hey,” you whispered, “it’s just me.”
Something softened in him then. The tension in his jaw eased; the tremor in his breath steadied. Slowly, cautiously, Adrian leaned in — his forehead brushing yours before his lips found you in a tentative kiss.
It wasn’t practiced or smooth; it was unsure, sweet, and full of quiet longing. The kind of kiss that said I’ve wanted this for so long, but I don’t want to ruin it by wanting too much.
You smiled against his mouth, feeling his nervousness melt into something gentler. One of his hands came up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing along your skin like he still couldn’t believe you were real.
When he finally pulled back, his eyes were wide and a little dazed. “I, uh… that was… wow,” he murmured, voice rough with emotion.
You laughed softly, brushing a stray curl from his forehead. “You’re allowed to do that again, you know.”
A small, crooked grin tugged at his lips. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you whispered, nodding.
He let out a shaky breath — part relief, part disbelief — and leaned down again, slower this time, his lips finding yours once more.
The second kiss lingered longer than the first, a little deeper, a little braver. Adrian’s fingers trembled where they brushed your jaw, his thumb tracing slow, uncertain lines across your skin. The closeness made his heart race — every exhale caught between you, every tiny movement magnified until the world felt impossibly small.
You felt him start to relax, his lips moving with more confidence now, though his breath still hitched whenever your hands found their way to his shoulders. The tension between you grew, not in haste but in warmth — like a match catching slowly, carefully, before the flame took hold.
You shifted beneath him, and his breath stuttered again. His body went still, hands hovering as though the wrong move might shatter the moment. “Wait,” he murmured against your lips, his voice rough and uncertain. “Is this—am I going too fast?”
You opened your eyes to find him staring down at you, worry etched into his features. For all his bravado, for all the sharp edges that came with the name Vigilante, this was Adrian — unmasked, terrified of doing something wrong.
“Adrian,” you deadpanned, reaching up and cupping his jaw. “Your cock was in my mouth five minutes ago, if anything you’re going too slow.”
A deep blush creeped up the back of Adrian’s neck at your words and you chuckled softly at the look of pure shock on his face. You sit up on your elbows, nipping his jaw teasingly. You keep your eyes on his and slowly pull your top over your head.
His gaze drops from your eyes to your breasts and he has to bite the inside of his cheek from letting out a groan. You lean back into the pillows, taking a hold of his hand and placing it on the valley of your breasts.
“No bra?” he whispered weakly, staring at you in awe.
“No bra,” you repeated, your voice carrying a teasing lilt.
Adrian gulped, moving his hand and cupping your breast. You tilt your head back in pleasure, moaning softly. He alternated between each breast, giving them his utmost attention.
As amazing as his hands felt on your breasts, you needed more. Slowly, you reached your hand up and curled your fingers around his wrist. Adrian paused what he was doing and furrowed his brows.
You paid his confusion no mind as you slid his hand down your body and into your panties. He froze when his fingers came into contact with your core.
“You either move your fingers right now or I’ll do it myself,” you huffed, bucking your hips into his hand.
Your words seemed to snap Adrian out of whatever trance he was in and he gently trailed his index finger through your folds, gathering your slick before plunging his finger deep inside you.
You let out a lewd moan, tilting your head back. Your reaction seemed to spur something inside Adrian and he repeated the action again — this time with two fingers.
As Adrian pumped his fingers in and out of you, his lips trailed kisses down over your jaw, down your neck, across your collarbone, over your breasts and further down your stomach before pausing at your pubis.
Adrian tilted his gaze up to you and you locked eyes with him, giving him a small nod of approval. He let out a small grin, slowly undoing the button of your jeans and pulling them down with your panties.
His gaze roamed hungrily over your body. The sight of you, bare and vulnerable, was enough to make his breath catch in his throat and heart race. He threw your clothes into some corner of the room before reaching his hands out to touch your hips, gripping them tightly as if he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go.
"You're so damn beautiful," Adrian whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "So perfect."
He goes to take off his glasses but you stop him, your hand catching his wrist mid-motion.
“No…” you murmur, voice barely above a whisper. “Leave them on.”
Adrian nodded, taking a deep breath to try and calm the nerves that were fluttering in his stomach. He ran his hands up and down your thighs, his touch gentle and reverent. He leaned down, his breath hot against your skin as he slowly kissed his way up your sensitive inner thigh.
Shivering at the feeling, you watched as he slowly moved to your core. He licked a long stripe up your slit, locking his mouth around your clit and sucking.
“Fuck,” you choked out, your fingers coming to his hair.
He continued to suck and lick, his movements slow and deliberate. His need to make you feel good grew even more at the sound of your moans.
He pulled back for a moment, looking up at you, his mouth wet and shining in the low light.
"Am I… am I doing good?"
You laughed a little at his eagerness to please and the way his mouth glistened with your slick, “mm-hmm, so good.”
Adrian felt a rush of pride, knowing that he was doing what you liked. He dived back in, his tongue flicking out against you as he continued to pleasure you with his mouth.
He was determined to make you feel good. Your head was thrown back now, your fingers tangled in his hair. His glasses fogged up from his breath as he continued to please you.
One of his hands splayed over your stomach, holding you down, as the other stroked his cock.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, "I... I can't get enough of you."
You whimpered slightly at his words, pressing his head down into your pussy, needing to feel his tongue again.
Adrian’s breath hitched in his chest as he felt you pushing his head back down, his mind clouded with desire. He buried his face in you, licking and sucking, as he tried to give you as much pleasure as he could.
Your fingers tugged at his hair, your head thrown back against your pillow. Your body arched and your legs trembled and despite every cell in your body protesting, you pushed his head away and pulled him up so you could kiss him.
Adrian hummed against your lips, his tongue sliding into your mouth so you could taste yourself.
“Why’d you pull me away?” he asked, pulling back from the kiss to nip and suck at your neck.
“I need you inside me,” you pant, your nails scratching down his back.
Adrian’s eyes widen when he feels your hand slide between your bodies and line him up, rubbing the head along your wet folds. You’re soaked. Arousal slicked your thighs as you finally aligned him with your entrance.
Unable to control himself, Adrian snapped his hips forward and immediately thrust into you. The intrusion made you gasp but you gladly took every inch of him, slowly accommodating to his size.
“A little warning next time would be nice,” you groaned softly as your eyes fluttered shut.
“M’sorry,” Adrian rasped, his head lolling onto your shoulder. “I couldn’t wait… you — fuck — you feel incredible.”
The feeling of his breath tickling your neck and the way he was deep inside you made your brain go blank. When Adrian finally moved, your hips rolled in time with his thrusts, feeling every inch and ridge drag inside you.
The sounds the two of you made were completely unholy. It was wet and obscene as skin slapped skin. Adrian gathered you up gently, your knees folded up toward your chest. The stretch burned in a perfect way. He was nestled so deep inside you it was almost impossible to form a single syllable.
“You’ve got no idea what you do to me,” Adrian murmured, his voice full of aching intensity.
He braced one hand beside your head— the other, warm and slightly calloused, splayed over your stomach to keep you in place. Your nails dug uselessly into the hard muscle of his shoulders.
He doesn’t flinch, in fact, he welcomes the pain. He kept you there — folded open, your body twitching under the weight of him. The length and thickness of him sinks through you — the drag of every thrust giving your belly the faintest swell each time he bottoms himself out.
“I'm not gonna... I'm not gonna last," he gasped, his words hushed. "I need... I need you to..."
You managed a weak, “Adrian…” before he rolled his hips deeper, hitting a spot inside you that made your vision blur.
Another moan escaped you and it encouraged him to keep going. He leaned closer, his forehead touching yours. The hand on your stomach pressed down lightly, feeling the way he was filling you up.
His thumb found your clit, rubbing in slow, taut circles and it's enough to send you over the edge. You moaned his name, clenching around him as you finally reached your high.
Adrian’s hips stuttered and he followed your release a few thrusts later, whimpering your name into your ear as he pumped his cum deep inside you. He let out half a moan and half a chuckle as he looked down and watched as both yours and his release leaked out of you and around his cock.
After a few seconds, Adrian pulled out of you and flopped onto the bed beside you. His shoulder nudged yours and you hummed softly in response. His chest rose and fell quickly, like he hadn’t quite figured out how to breathe properly again. His glasses were slightly askew, fogged at the corners, but he hadn’t moved to fix them yet.
You turned your head toward him, smiling lazily. “You okay?”
He blinked, as if your voice had pulled him back to Earth. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, totally. I’m… good. Great. Fantastic, even.”
The words tumbled out too fast, too loud, and he immediately winced. “Sorry, I just—wow, that sounded weird. I didn’t mean like fantastic in a braggy way, I meant in a ‘holy crap, that just happened’ kind of way.”
You laughed quietly, the sound making his face turn a deeper shade of pink. “Adrian,” you said gently, “breathe.”
He did — one big, exaggerated inhale, then a shaky exhale that made you laugh again. He grinned sheepishly. “Okay. Breathing. Nailed it.”
For a moment, he just stared at you — hair mussed, eyes soft, mouth curved in that tiny post-smile that always gave him away. His hand moved hesitantly, brushing a thumb along your cheek, tracing the outline of your jaw like he was committing it to memory.
“You’re looking at me like I’m gonna disappear,” you murmured.
He swallowed, his voice quieter now. “Just making sure you’re real.”
He stared at you for a long moment, his mouth opening like he wanted to say something big — something that scared him — then closing again. He just sighed, tucking you closer instead, his nose brushing your hair.
He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, still blushing, still grinning to himself like he couldn’t quite believe his luck. And then, after a pause, you felt his chest shake with a quiet laugh.
“So…” he murmured, tilting his head so he could look down at you with that mischievous glint returning to his eyes. “You have a thing for my glasses, huh?”
i think dick grayson is so much of a tease that when he’s having some hookup with you, civilian! female reader he only has sex with the suit on.
he had you in missionary, on your back, your legs crossed around him as he thrusted into you. You only whined and whimpered at his masked face that was so close to you.
Your fingers trembled as you made an attempt to pull the tiny mask off his eyes, the one thing stopping you from finally seeing the identity of the hero in your bed was this blue mask over his eyes.
as lost as dick was inside of you once he caught onto what you were attempting, he grinned. “oh? Tryin’ to get this?” he took one hand off your hip to point at his mask and you responded back with a eager head shake and saying, “mhm mhm!”
“aw well..”, he pulled out for just a moment and in one swift move he switched you into a new position with your head down onto the soft cushion of your pillow and your ass up in a mean arch.
“sorry but..”, he thrusted back into your wet cunt so nastily., “classified information there, baby.”
he went back into a nice rhythm of thrusting, not too harsh but not soft, just in between that had you groaning from frustration and moaning. “nightwing you fucking nngh.. you’re such a— mmngh.. dick!”
dick grinned, gripping onto your hips with a tighter hold. That almost made him say some dumbass quip that would’ve revealed his identity.
thinking about how ridiculous dick grayson is when he's in love... which is always, because apparently he’s been in love with you every single day for the past four years, like it’s new every time he looks at you. the man wakes up beside you, sees your drooly pillow face combined with insane bedhead, and grins like he’s starring in a romcom.
today, it’s worse.
you’re sitting on the couch, eating cereal straight from the box with your feet in his lap, wearing nothing but one of his old blüdhaven pd t-shirts. he’s supposed to be watching the movie you picked. he’s not. he’s watching you, eyes all soft and annoyingly sparkly.
you toss a cheerio at him.
"what," you say, suspicious.
he catches it. with his mouth. and chews like that was the most romantic thing you’ve ever done for him.
“i think i have a crush on you,” he says, all dreamy, like a teenager who just got passed a note in math class.
you blink. pause the movie. turn your whole damn head to face him.
“we’ve been together for four years.”
“i know,” he says, still smiling like a golden retriever that figured out how to open doors. “and i just realized it again. boom. crush. right in the heart.”
you just stare. this man. this actual adult man who has seen war, who has fought killer clowns and alien invaders and resurrected assassins, is sitting here looking at you like you invented sunlight.
you groan, flop back against the couch. “you’re such a simp.”
he leans over dramatically, pressing kisses to your shoulder, your neck, your cheekbone, your hair. “only your simp,” he hums. “hopeless. incurable. wildly obsessed with the shape of your nose.”
“stop.”
“and the little thing your lip does when you're fake annoyed—like right now—”
you elbow him. he makes a wounded noise and clutches his heart.
then: “so... wanna go out with me?”
you roll your eyes so hard it physically hurts. “we are literally dating. right now. this is a date. my legs are on your lap.”
“but like,” he says, trying to look casual, “what if we went out-out. dressed up. restaurant. flowers. maybe one of those mini desserts they bring on tiny plates but lowkey it's only enough for a child—”
“you’re already getting laid.”
“not the point! i just wanna...woo you.”
you stare at him and in return he does puppy eyes.
you groan again, dramatic, flopping harder this time. “fine, fine. where are we going, romeo.”
he grins so big it actually makes you a little sick. “okayokayokay! hear me out: bowling alley. but like, fancy bowling. they have tacos with tortillas shaped like hearts.”
you grab a pillow and throw it at his face. he catches that too.
