ive been a good girl but now i'm reformed

diana (she/her) / 18+ only /multi-fandom

[javisjeanjacket]

tenderhearted, not tenderfooted

Hi! I'm Diana / 30s / writer / yearner / coffee girlie / currently into DC, House of the Dragon, and Star Wars, but I've written for lots of different fandoms before ! (check out my master list to see!) /

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Everything I write comes from my own haunted brain and I don't believe in using AI in any way, shape, or form. Do not steal, feed to the robots, or change my work in any way.

[nobodys-hekatonchires]

Agamemnon's armour is my hear me out. Not the guy. The armour.

[bloomcissa]

sleeping in his bed turns into something more!

꒰ content ꒱ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ dick grayson x gn!reader, one bed, kinda suggestive, fluff, accidental love confession, lots of banter, no like 80% of it is banter 💀

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Dick's bed is cozier than yours. The soft sheets drag against your skin when you shift positions, and the pillow feels like heaven when your head falls against it.

Plus, it smells like him. It’s something you can’t quite name in your drowsy state, but it helps lull you to sleep, gives you something to hold onto so you feel less alone.

At first, it had just been a thought that snuck into your mind. Why not switch beds? Maybe his room was colder, and you could snuggle under the blankets without getting too hot.

Sure enough, those thoughts had turned into feelings you weren’t ready to face.

A rush of cold air filters in when you hear the window creak open. Your body goes still. Footsteps thud softly through the room. Maybe you can sneak out while he’s in the shower?

The other side of the bed dips. Your back is to him, and you don’t dare take a glance.

“What’re you doing in my bed?” Dick’s voice is strained, yet quiet, as if he doesn’t want to scare you away.

“I’m not. You’re dreaming.”

He chuckles lowly, his hand snaking around your waist and pulling you back against his chest.

His very bare chest.

“Yeah? I must’ve gotten lucky then,” he mutters, his breath fanning over the top of your head.

Your throat bobs at the proximity. His scent engulfs you, forcing you to acknowledge your rapid heartbeat.

“You’re shirtless?” you ask weakly, heat pooling low in your belly.

He hums sleepily, then his hand moves to cover your eyes.

“Don’t look. Ignorance is bliss,” he replies.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Helping.”

“You’re doing a shit job.”

“And you have a funny way of saying ‘thank you,’” he teases, his lips close to your ear.

“Dick.”

“Yeah?”

“No, uh… your thing is touching me,” you mumble, wishing you could disappear entirely.

Or grind against him?

“Don’t call it my thing.” He shifts slightly so it isn’t pressing against you.

“Should I name it?” you joke.

He says your name like you’re the nuisance.

“Hey, you’re the one who sleeps naked,” you mutter.

“Baby, you’re the one who snuck into my bed.” His arm tightens around you, his nose nuzzling against your cheek. “You couldn’t sleep?”

You close your eyes. “No.”

His hand slips under your shift, pressing against your stomach. You bite back a sound.

“Want me to wear you out?” He presses a kiss to your shoulder.

Your eyes fly open. Every nerve in your body is on fire.

“I… we should sleep,” you blurt out.

He snickers against your shoulder. “’ Kay, if you say so.”

“I do.” Your hand curls into the sheet. 

You feel him smile against your shoulder. The silence between you is unfamiliar. You’re used to the back-and-forth, the banter that keeps you on your toes and stops you from saying something stupid. 

"I think I love you," you blurt out, immediately burying your face into the pillow, hoping it swallows you whole.

His arm around you tenses. His hands move and turn you over so you're forced to face him. "Dick," you complain, your hands covering your face.

He mutters your name. You peek through your fingers. A strand of hair falls over his eye as he looks down at you wide-eyed. 

You open your mouth.

"I know I love you," he says before you could, blue eyes staring intensely into your own. 

You close your mouth. 

"I've known for a while," he admits, eyes flickering to your lips.

Your heart stutters. “That you love me?”

Dick smiles, forehead resting against yours. “It's kinda pathetic at this point.”

Before you can overthink it, you kiss him, and he kisses you back like he’s been waiting forever.

masterlist

i feel like i’ve lost the ability to write. trust imma do better next time 💔😔 also i forgot how much harder is it to type with long nails

[javisjeanjacket]

STOPPP this is so cute!!! (And hot) I love it :)

[mcpayne]

yknow what yeah smash

[movie-gifs]

The Odyssey dir. Christopher Nolan | 2026

[javisjeanjacket]

guys if I wrote a reader x nolan!agamemnon fic where he still ends up dying and reader gets freaky BEFORE iphigenia would we be cool with that 👀

[miranhas-art]

Ignoring the timeline

This is Oberyn and his 8 babies

[neoliberalismkills]

reblog if women with swords

[iydiamartinx]

DINNER WAS NOT SERVED

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader

divider by: @cafekitsune word count: 842 synopsis: Dick had one goal: to seduce his girlfriend. He forgot the part where he should check for unwanted guests first and narrates his plans in very, vivid detail. warning: talk of sexual themes

Dick Grayson practically bounced through the door. After a brutal day at work and a rare night off from his more nocturnal duties, he was beyond ready to spend the night with you—to the fullest.

He wasn’t even trying to be subtle about it—keys flung onto the counter, boots kicked halfway off, jacket tossed somewhere near the coat rack. His hair was tousled from the wind, and that boyish grin was plastered across his face like he’d just won the damn lottery.

“Babe?” he called out, already unbuttoning his shirt to reveal that smooth, unfairly sculpted chest. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. You have no idea what you’re in for tonight.”

You glanced up from the couch, eyes widening in horror.

Too late.

“Been thinking about that mouth of yours,” Dick continued, blissfully unaware of the audience. “You saying my name, choking on it… You better not have eaten yet,” he smirked, prowling closer. “Because tonight, I’m the only thing on the menu. And if you’re really good, I’ll make you my dessert before tying you up like you asked—”

You opened your mouth—something, anything—but the words got stuck somewhere between your brain and your mortified soul.

Dick wasn’t done.

“—And if I do it right, baby,” he added, voice dropping into something criminal, “you won’t be walking straight tomorrow.”

“Please,” Tim begged, his voice hollow—like something inside him had just broken. “Stop.”

Dick screeched.

His head snapped up like a man slapped by God himself.

Jason was sprawled across the other couch, mid-bite of pizza, now frozen with a look of stunned horror.

Tim was slouched in the armchair, pale as death and clutching a throw pillow to his chest like it might protect him from the trauma.

Dick flailed like a man caught with his pants around his ankles—and spiritually, he was. “I—You—WHY ARE YOU ALL HERE?!”

Jason stood up slowly, face blank. “No. Absolutely not. I’m done. I’m leaving. My ears are bleeding. I need holy water. Maybe therapy. And a priest.”

Tim slowly turned to you, deadpan. “You asked for that?”

“I didn’t know he was going to narrate it like a damn porn script!” you hissed, trying to wedge yourself deeper into the couch cushions as if you could disappear entirely.

Damian sat cross-legged on the floor, one eyebrow twitching in confused revulsion. “What… what do you mean by that?”

Dick groaned, dragging a hand down his face as he stumbled backwards as he realized his youngest brother was here too. “Oh my god.”

Jason made a sound like he was dying. “He means sex, Damian! Dear God, why do I have to be the one to explain this?!”

Damian blinked. “…Then why are they the meal?”

Tim looked like his brain had short-circuited. Again.

Jason threw his hands up. “Nope. Not walking him through this. I’ve done my time.”

Dick, flushed all the way to the tips of his ears, turned to you helplessly. “I swear I thought we were alone.”

You glared at him, mortified. “You described yourself as the entrée,” you snapped. “And me as dessert!”

Damian, still thoroughly lost, narrowed his eyes. “But neither of you are edible. That would be cannibalism.”

Jason grabbed his keys. “I’m going to pretend this never happened and go directly to the manor. If anyone ever speaks of this again—I swear—I’ll shoot them.”

Tim trailed after him, defeated. “I’m going to need a drink. And bleach. And maybe a lobotomy.”

The door slammed behind them, leaving only an awkward silence—and Damian, staring between the two of you with narrowed eyes.

Damian, still staring between you and Dick like you were an unsolvable puzzle, slowly tilted his head. “Is it… normal to talk about being consumed before intercourse?”

You made a strangled noise and grabbed the nearest throw pillow, mashing it to your face.

Dick groaned, dragging a hand down his face as if he could physically wipe away the humiliation. His voice was low and exhausted. “Damian. Leave. Before Jason drives off without you and pretends it was on accident.”

Damian huffed through his nose, clearly unimpressed. “Tt. As if I would lower myself to ride with him.”

Still, he stood up and brushed the invisible lint from his trousers. He shot you both one last perplexed glance, muttered something in sharp Arabic—definitely a curse this time—and swept toward the door without another word.

The click of the door closing behind him echoed through the now silent apartment.

Dick finally turned to you, face still beet red, hair a mess, shirt half-open and forgotten. 

“So…” he began, voice sheepish. “Not the night I had planned.”

You hurled a couch pillow at his head.

He caught it easily, the bastard, flashing that boyish grin that somehow still managed to be charming after all this.

“Still love me?”

You pointed at the door. “Ask me after they recover.”

He winked, his voice dipping back into that sultry purr. “Bet I can make you forget about it.”

You paused.

“…Shut up and lock the door.”

That grin of his widened as he rushed to do as you said.

[javisjeanjacket]

Awww this is so funny and cute!!! Hahaha I adore the batfam :’)

[fastlikealambo]

also, without any context I offer this as another review of this movie:

the helmet stays on

[grecianghost]

hell yes 🙂‍↕️

[sebastianstaan]

[miranhas-art]

Mr Professor

After some discussion on twt, I ended up with this on this fine night.

[percypickedapeckofpickledpeppers]

Takes out my miguel o hara shaped vial and shoots it straight into my vein hello old friend

[whannahbeyourss]

RAAAAAA

[nowadayz]

ETERNALS 2021 | dir. Chloé Zhao

[maythe4th]

ANDOR (2022–2025) : narkina 5 prison arc @swshows week: day three – favorite episode / favorite arc