Dick Grayson is finally invited to the Justice League in his own right as Nightwing only to find himself unable to pay attention to his first meeting because none other than Roy Harper is sat across from him looking too good to handle.
A smutty one shot where Dick and Roy can't keep their hands off of each other in a broom closet at JL headquarters.
Tags: Dick Grayson x Roy Harper; one shot; shameless smut; oral s3x; secret relationship; making out.
Ao3 link here
Word Count: 3,038 (completed)
It would’ve been a monumental moment, heroic even, the highlight of his year if it weren’t for the smug looking ginger across the table from him.
Roy Harper, you asshole… – Dick thought averting his gaze.
Dick had spent what felt like an eternity coming into his own at Nightwing, breaking free of the Robin mantle and making a difference in Bludhaven, finally finding himself invited into the grown ups table only to find that no matter what, he could barely pay attention to what Wonder Woman or any of the other Justice League members were saying.
Why the hell do you look like that?
Roy had a small red patch on his cheek, it always looked extra red whenever he’d be fighting or… or…
Stop that… stop that now…
Roy’s eyes shifted and met Dick’s, his jaw clenching. Dick squirmed in his seat.
It hadn’t been enough that Roy had greeted him with a tight hug, tighter than he would’ve liked for the occasion, but he’d also nuzzled against his neck, his ginger stubble giving Dick goosebumps. He got them again just thinking about it, about how good Roy had smelled too.
His hair had never looked better, a vibrant red that contrasted with his pale freckly skin, loose and wild, his hat neatly set on the table in front of him. He folded his arms while his eyes shifted back and forth between Diana and Dick, his biceps looking obscenely huge.
I used to be the bigger one out of us too…
He looked at his lips, his eyes flipping back and forth between Roy’s eyes and mouth. They were relaxed, looking soft and pink… a shade of pink so warm he could almost feel it. Dick lowered his hands over his lap.
Jesus Christ… Get it together… get it together… I know it’s been… it’s been a while… he’s been busy, you’ve been busy… get it together… now’s not the time to… to…
Roy turned his head, now facing Dick from across the circular table. He smiled softly, the lips Dick loved suckling on forming a perfect relaxed smile that only someone like Roy could deliver, only someone who knew Dick so well could. Dick nodded gently at him in response, keeping his chin tucked against his neck as he attempted to keep his eyes down to no avail, unaware of the puppy eyes he was inadvertently sending Roy. He cleared his throat and Roy opened his mouth, slowly wetting his lips before swallowing hard, his adam’s apple moving up and down in a motion that made Dick feel an electric current run through his body.
You’ll pay me for this Roy Harper… you’ll pay…
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Dick couldn’t have left the meeting room fast enough. He’d hidden in the bathroom for a bit where he’d paced and cleaned himself cursing under his breath until he was ready to go back… a meeting with Batman in the docket that made his palms sweaty.
It’ll be fine… it’s chill… it’s been a while… he clearly isn’t mad if he was cool with you joining in for this… he surely… surely he gave me a recommendation right? Or… I mean… this is a team! Decisions are made by all members of the team just like it was with us… the Titans… a team… one hell of a team…
Dick was so deep in his own thoughts he didn’t notice the footsteps behind him until a hand tugged at the back of his suit and yanked him back into an open door: a broom closet. He turned his body around fast as the door slammed behind him to find himself in tight quarters with none other than the man of the hour.
“What the hell?!” – He asked Roy looking back at the closed door.
“Hey, Robin…” – Roy said in the same tone as he always did, smug and playful.
“Don’t call me that… not here… not everyone knows…” – Dick said with shifty eyes that struggled to settle in any one part of Roy.
Goddamn it’s been so long…
“Was this your first time? Here? As Nightwing?”
Dick nodded.
“Oh, sweet…”
“Sweet? What the hell, man?!” – Dick lamented giving Roy a push.
“What… what’s wrong?” – Roy asked sitting down on a crate, looking at Dick with confusion stamped all over his face. He clearly hadn’t minded the shove, not when he’d been so used to being manhandled by Dick before.
“You know what you were doing!”
Roy raised his eyebrows and squinted. – “Now what exactly are you talking about, Dickie?”
“Don’t. Cut it out.” – Dick began pacing.
“Hang on…” – Roy’s face lit up and he reached for Dick, a hand grabbing his forearm. – “What are you mad at me about? Huh?”
“Nothing! Just… man come on! Did you have to do all that? Today?!”
“Do what?” – Roy laughed, tugging at Dick as he tried to pull away. – “Dick… I didn’t do anything but smile at you and nod…”
Dick took a few shallow breaths and looked down at Roy’s hand gripping his arm. He shifted his eyes for a bit and lost it, jumping in and slotting himself between Roy’s legs. He grabbed Roy’s cheeks in his palms and brought his face to his lips, kissing him with such hunger their lips pressed too hard against each other’s at first. Roy leaned back from the force of the impact, then leaning forwards and reaching for Dick’s body. He found his waist first, holding it with one hand while the other found the back of his head. He grabbed a handful of Dick’s luscious black hair and tugged at him some, moving away just enough so he could catch a breath.
“I see now…” – Roy said with his lips still preseed against Dick’s. He pulled away and Dick let a soft moan escape his lips. – “You’re mad at me cause I got you bricked up on your first Justice League meeting as a grown up… but I didn’t do it on purpose, Dickie… that was all you…”
“Shut up… you know what you were doing…”
“What?”
“You look so good…” – Dick’s hands travelled from Roy’s face down his body, grabbing handfuls of him and his muscles and satiating a longing he’d not quite admitted to himself for a while…
“You do too, Robin… the blue suits you… pretty boy…”
“Shut up…”
“You shut me up…” – Roy quipped scooching closer to the edge of the crate, his body and Dick’s now pressing against one another.
He felt Dick’s bulge before aything else, his suit was unforgiving, unfortunately for him, and he was so desperate he had no way of hiding it.
“Goddamn… I’ve missed you…” – Roy said letting his head fall back as Dick attacked his neck, leaving kisses and bites all over him. His breathing was warm on him and Roy rolled his eyes back smelling the scent of his hair. – “Mmmmm… Complain all you want… look at you go…”
“Shut up…”
“You have anything else to say to me? No, I’ve missed you, Roy! How are things in Star City, Roy? How’s working with the Justice League, Roy? Any news in your romantic life, Roy?”
“I have…” – Dick’s hands found Roy’s biceps and he trailed his fingers down his arms. – “it’s too far… I don’t care…” – He reached for Roy’s torso instead, running his hands over his pecks and abs, settling on his hips and grabbing him tight. – “Don’t you dare speak about that…”
“Don’t you care?”
“If it doesn’t concern me… no…”
“What if it does? What if you shouldn’t be doing this right now, huh?”
Dick pulled back, his hands still grabbing Roy’s hips and he squinted at him. – “No.”
“No?! No what?”
“You’re not seeing anyone… at least not seriously…”
“What makes you say that?!” – Roy responded with laughter, his hands finding Dick’s ass and pulling him closer, pressing his growing bulge against Dick’s hard cock.
“I know… I keep tabs…”
“Of course you do…” – Roy responded suckling on Dick’s earlobe, his breathing giving him pause.
“I’ve missed you, I hate that you’re all the way in Star City full time… I hate that you don’t come visit…”
“Mmm… come on… we’ll see each other more often now, back in the same team again…”
“Not the same…” – Dick responded grinding against Roy.
“No… not the same… but close enough…”
“Missing a couple more gingers…” – Dick snickered.
“You’re so greddy… you asshole…” – Roy joked caressing Dick’s face lovingly. – “Tell me something Dickie…”
“Huh?”
“How the hell do you get out of this suit of yours?” – He asked tugging at Dick’s suit, runnning his fingers over his pelvis trying to find a zipper, an opening, anything.
“Oh…”
“Come on… don’t be shy now… You’ve missed me…”
“So bad… so bad you can’t even imagine…” – Dick addmitted and reached for the small hidden zippers that allowed him to remove the bottom half of his suit like trousers.
Roy looked down and smirked seeing Dick’s throbbing bulge and wet underwear. He reached for it, touching the damp fabric and looked up at Dick.
“Is this…?”
“You… that’s all you, you bastard…” – Dick nuzzled against Roy’s neck while Roy laughed, his hand caught pressing against Dick. – ”Mmmnn…”
Dick thrusted against Roy’s hand, moaning softly at the feeling. Roy’s palm was large and warm.
God I’ve missed this… I’ve missed this so bad… I shouldn’t… this is… this is so wrong… this is so wrong… there is no way… no way anyone has done this here before…
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Batman was tapping the table with the tip of his fingers, Green Arrow sat close to him holding a mug with coffee that was growing cold fast.
“So… been a while… Gotham’s kept you busy huh?” – Oliver asked looking around the break room for Roy.
“Mhm…” – Batman hummed in agreement.
“Feel like you used to be here a lot more… always prowling around… could always find you in the nooks and crevices of this place…” – Oliver joked with exaggerated hand movements.
Oliver… why are you doing this? – Bruce thought scratching his chin. – Come on Dick… where the hell did you run off to?
“I haven’t had enough time to stick around much…”
“No… no… I can tell… you’ve been missed…” – Oliver quipped urging Bruce to clench his jaw. – “How’s your uh… how’s your little Ro-”
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“Robin…” – Roy moaned into Dick’s ear, sliding down to his feet slowly and dragging Dick’s pants down with him.
“You gotta stop calling me that…” – Dick replied struggling to keep his eyes open, leaning back against a rackety shelf.
“I can’t… not when this is such a throwback…” – He took a handful of Dick’s balls and squeezed in his hands, Dick panted at the feeling. – ”Mmm heavy huh… when was the last time someone took care of you?”
“Too long… Bludhaven’s… lonely…”
“Come on… that’s no good Dickie… you’re a team player…”
Dick chuckled and bit his lip, Roy’s mouth kissing him from the base of his dick all the way up to tip, slow wet kisses that made a loud smacking sound. – “Jesus Christ Roy…”
“Remember all the times we played seven minutes in heaven?” – Smack. – “Just like this?”
Dick nodded, gripping the shelf with strength. – “Yeah… yeah I remember… fuck…”
“Used to be able to do a whole lot in seven minutes, huh?” – Roy smirked before delivering the final kiss to Dick’s head, tasting some of his precum.
He moaned softly and stuck out his tongue, beginning to tease Dick’s head. It made circular motions, careful drawings with slow deliberate movements that made Dick’s stomach flutter and his legs feel weak. Roy made him feel so weak… the only person who ever could.
Only you can see me like this… only you can give me this much… only you… only you… only you…
He grabbed a handful of Roy’s red hair and pushed himself into his mouth with a slow thrust, begging Roy too take him in. He did at first, suckling on Dick’s tip but then pulled back, looking up at Dick with a glint in his eyes.
“Hang on… you don’t want me to take my time? Get you on the edge first?”
“Man I’ve been on the edge since before you acknowledged me from across that table… fuck…”
“Can you ask pretty?” – Roy teased dragging Dick’s tip across his lips, leaving them soft and pouty for him.
“MMhhnmmm… Roy…”
“Yeah?” – He grabbed Dick’s asscheek in his hand, squeezing it just how he knew he liked it.
“Fuck… mmnn… come on…”
“That’s not quite asking please, huh?” – Roy teased some more, speaking against Dick’s tip, making his breathing ragged.
“Fuck… please… please, Roy… I’ve missed you…” – He placed both hands on Roy’s head, his adam’s apple bulging as he leaned his neck back against the shelf and swallowed with difficulty. – “Please, Roy… I miss it so bad… I miss you so bad…”
“Mmmnnn keep talking, pretty boy…” – Roy said finally opening his mouth fully to Dick, taking him in slowly tip to base, wetting him as much as he could, not an inch of his perfect cock uncovered with his saliva. He wanted it to feel good… he needed it to be the best… he’d missed him too.
“Oh my god yeah… yeah Roy… Fuck… that’s… oh my god…” – Dick babbled incoherently, his left thigh twitching already.
Roy looked up at him while he sucked him, oscilating how much pressure he applied, especially coming up the tip. It was like he needed to urge every last drop of Dick, suckling as he reached the base of the head and narrowing his lips to make Dick moan louder for him. Old habits die hard.
“Fuck… I think… keep going… keep going… just like that… just like that…” – Dick kept repeating unable to stop himself.
He dropped one of his hands, cupping Roy’s cheek, caressing it, running it over the red patch of skin that was especially bright now. His stubble was coarse against his thumb, his beautiful ginger hair. He thought of how beautiful Roy looked naked, that same ginger hue adorning his cock like a halo. He pushed himself against Roy, he couldn’t help it. He felt a tear running down Roy’s eye catching his finger.
“Sorry… too hard?”
Roy shook his head and hummed, this was not even close to being too hard and they both knew it… He brought his idle hand up that had been playing around at feeling Dick’s abs down and tightened it around Dick’s base, pumping and sucking him simultaneously, only way to get around to making Dick come without a throat ache.
“Fuck!” – Dick panted, dropping packages containing kitchen roll and other basic higiene supplies onto the floor beside them, their sound, luckily, muffled by the soft nature of the contents.
Roy pulled away momentarily, focusing on pumping Dick. He wiped his mouth and eyes and looked up at Dick. – “Thought you were almost about to cum by yourself? What’s all this, huh? You were all wet before I even touched you!”
“MMmnn… but it’s too good… it’s too good Roy… you fuck me so good… only you know how to…” – Dick responded looking down at him, drawing his thumb from his jawline to his lips. He outlined them before sticking it in. Roy took it and licked it. – “I’m close… I’m really close… I promise…”
“You’re a beautiful liar, Grayson… anyone ever tell you that?”
“You… but I never lie… fuck… not to you…”
Roy saw it, the signature spasm and the slight frown in his right brow that told him all he needed to know: Dick really was about to come hot and heavy and no one was more up to the task than Roy to take care of him. He ran his fingers over Dick’s abs one more time under his suit while bringing Dick’s cock back into his mouth.
It took him less than two full rounds of traveling tip to base for Dick to pour into his mouth. He swallowed while he flowed into him, only way to make sure you didn’t end up covered in a sticky mess. Dick covered his mouth with his forearm, frowning hard and trying to hold back pleasured moans and failing at it terribly.
Roy kept his dick in his mouth and caressed Dick’s body through it as he breathed with difficulty, Dick always came like it was a painful process – so intense and all encompassing he felt light headed and weak by the end of it. He finally felt like Dick was done pumping into him and gave him one final round before suckling his tip and pulling away. He leaned forwards, resting his head against Dick’s stomach catching his breath.
“Fuck… holy shit, Roy… I can’t believe that… that was… that was amazing…” – Dick repeated softly playing with Roy’s hair.
“Dick…” – Roy said softly.
“What was that?”
“Can I come visit?” – He asked looking up with bedroom eyes.
“Me?”
Roy nodded.
“You have to… you have to…” – Dick responded laughing and tilting his head back.
Roy helped Dick dress up again, his hands lingering on Dick’s skin before his suit covered him up entirely, stealing his skin away from him.
“You looked like you were in a rush when I pulled you in… where were you going?”
“Talk to Batman…” – He said feeling Roy’s hands on his waist, looking at him with eyes that said he wasn’t quite done with him just yet. – “You? You just hanging around?”
“No… gotta go talk to boss…”
“Oliver?”
“Mhm…”
“Mmmm… okay… well, I was gonna meet B. in the break room… you should get something to drink to wash me down, yeah?” – Dick said wiping the side of Roy’s mouth with his thumb and giving him a soft peck on the lips.
“Won’t it look suss if we both stumble in looking like this?” – Roy joked tussling Dick’s messy hair, unaware of just how messy his curls looked after being grabbed by Dick relentlessly.
“Oh come on… Batman and Green Arrow sharing a coffee in the break room? What are the odds of that?” – Dick joked reaching up and giving Roy another kiss, a longer one this time, feeling all of Roy’s softness and coarseness against his lips. – “What are the chances?”
Heres a script for a comic that I want to make that’s obv very inspired by 2004 batman series but with more dialogue and my take on how this first meeting between dick and hal would go.
It’s set in the batcave in the afternoon and dick has just gotten back from school and wants to show smth to Bruce. Meanwhile Bruce’s teammate Hal from the newly formed justice league is in Gotham with Ferris Air. Bruce asked Hal for his opinion and expertise on some alien matter so he’s invited him to the cave to go over the data. Dick hasn’t met Hal yet because the justice league is so new, and he hasn’t been part of any of the missions so far - he knows of GL and thinks he’s awesome, so he’s really shocked and excited.
forever a supporter of the dynamic that Dick is a dickhead older brother, but only specifically to Jason.
like, i feel like Jason was the only one he got to be a proper big brother too, rather than more of a mentor/guardian figure. when Jason was around he was barely even an adult, and Jason was a little shit of a pre-teen that gave as good as he took. Dick 100% was a piece of shit to him in the brotherly sense. with all the others though? after losing Jason and growing up and being the one that had to hold everything apart every time Bruce got lost in grief/a timestream or something, he is a completely different type of brother to the others than he is to Jason, and i think it would be funny to see the others slowly start to realise how different Dick's relationship is to Jason compared to the rest of them.
like, just the little things. they're all at the manor for a weekend and Dick makes Tim and Damian breakfast, ruffling their hair and sliding pancakes onto their plates. then Jason comes in and makes himself a piece of toast and Dick instantly jabs him in the ribs before stealing the food from his plate.
he always lets the others win at mario kart, chuckling easily whenever he's beaten at any game and actually seeming more proud at them for winning than sad for losing. then Jason picks up Damian's abandoned remote and suddenly he's all focus. snatching the player 1 remote and making Jason be player 2 and the two are literally trying to shove each other off the couch with how hard they're trying to beat each other. if Dick wins, you can hear his yells of mocking from across the manor. if Jason wins and he tries to say anything at all? Dick body slams him to the ground and they're fighting for a solid half an hour.
he steals Jason's shit all the time, and yet the one time Duke saw Jason walk into Dick's bedroom to borrow a shirt, Dick clocked it from down the hall and just yelled 'FUCK OUT MY ROOM' and Jason pivoted and left without even faltering in his movement, like he'd fully expected to be denied. it's worth mentioning that that very same day Tim asked Dick if he could borrow some socks and Dick told them all sincerely that they could go in and take whatever they wanted whenever they wanted. it's just Jason that isn't allowed, apparently.
for the record i think it goes both ways, and i think Jason is also the only guy who knows how to get under Dick's skin in that Specific Little Brother Manner. like that's his big brother, his only big brother. i think the others he either views as little kids to protect or just... random guys that were adopted while he was gone that he didn't even properly meet until he was an adult and out of the house, so he never really built a proper antagonistic sibling relationship with anybody else. Dick though? he pours salt into every glass of water he sees Dick drink out of. he steals his stuff. he stands just outside the doorway of Dick's room just so that when Dick yells for him to get the fuck out he can say 'i'm not in your room, you can't make me do anything'. he snitches on him to Bruce whenever he can, and whenever he figures out Dick has a crush on anybody he relentlessly tries to embarrass Dick in front of them.
anyway i just like to think about a Dick and Jason who are the only true childhood-brother pairs, and whenever they're in the same room for more than three minutes it shows. much to Bruce's everlasting exhaustion, because seriously how are these two still as bad as they were almost a decade ago??
Batman #1, 1940 - first meet on a boat (as the Batman and the Cat)
Batman #404, 1987 - first meet on the street (as Selina Kyle and Bruce Wayne)
Batman #24, 2016 - these two dumbass arguing about where they first meet
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Haunted by the ghost of you
Oh, take me back to the night we met
kiss the chef (requested!)
wally west x chef!reader
mentions: fem!reader, established relationship, fluff, food <3
(i love food wally loves food we all love food)
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one of the best things about dating wally west was that he had the same enthusiasm about food just like you
for most people, food was just food. but for the two of you, it was an experience. a hobby. a love language. wally might not have had the years of culinary training that you did, but he loved food with every fiber of his being— especially when it was yours
he would help you taste-test, eat leftovers after a failed test, and go shopping with you at the grocery store. his palate would literally evolve just from being around you so much, and your senses evolved from getting used to wally’s speed
which was why the moment you heard the apartment door open, you knew wally was home— mostly because of the red blur that shot through the living room
then the hallway, then the kitchen, then back out, then back into a kitchen again. “hey babe!” wally greeted, appearing beside you and placing a kiss on your head. his suit was gone and instead, he was wearing a casual t shirt and sweatpants, his soft red hair still slightly messy after running around central city all day
“hey wally” you greeted back with a smile, eyes not leaving the cutting board. “whatcha making?” he asked with a bright grin, wrapping his arms around your waist and peeking from your shoulder as he watched you effortlessly cut through the vegetables
“pasta” you hummed back, instinctively resting your head beside his. wally let out a ‘ooh’. “can i help?”
“remember the last time you tried to ‘help?’”
“i made an amazing pot pie with you?”
“you ate the chicken before i could even put it in the pie”
“… in my defense, i was hungry”
you finished cutting the vegetables and sighed, placing the knife down and shaking your head with a faint smile at his words. when was this man not hungry?
“you can grate the parmesan” you offered, taking your cutting board filled with chopped vegetables and placing them in your pot. that made wally’s face light up, giving you a mocking salute. “yes chef”
“don’t eat it”
“i would never”
that made you turn to give him a look while wally just smiled innocently before you sighed and turned back to face stove, adding more spices to your pasta
but when you turned back around to get some cheese, the entire block now reduced to less than half.
“wally”
“what?”
“where did the parmesan go?”
you looked up and noticed his mouth was suspiciously full, watching you stare at him before he slowly swallowed. “… to a good cause?”
but despite resisting the urge to eat the rest of your ingredients, wally actually did help. he washed vegetables while you cooked, placed ingredients beside you before you could ask, even stirred the sauce when you needed both hands for something. honestly? it was nice
most people saw the fastest man alive and imagined constant movement— chaos. but moments like this reminded you that wally loved slowing down when he was home, loved being around you, loved sharing the little things. he just loved taking his time with you
“baby, can you try the sauce?” you asked, stirring the sauce and focusing on seasoning it as it simmered quietly. wally— who was humming to himself while cleaning the dishes— finished every dish in less than two seconds the moment you offered him a taste, the sink empty and the dishes dry
he bolted in front of you, a confident grin on his lips. “hit me, babe”
the second the wooden spoon was held out, wally was already opening his mouth. you rolled your eyes with a smile before feeding him a sample of the sauce, one hand hovering under the spoon
wally hummed thoughtfully, tasting the sauce and even lip-smacking as you waited. “well?” you asked
“its good but… its missing something”
“i knew it! it must be the garlic—"
wally kissed you before you could finish your sentance, making the complaint instantly die on your lips. for a second, all you could focus on was the familiar warmth of him. the way one hand settled against your waist like it belonged there while the other cupped your cheek
when he finally pulled back, there was a grin on his lips. “there, fixed it” wally announced proudly
“but is the sauce still missing something?” you asked, genuinely curious and slightly concerned about your sauce. it took you a while to prepare it, after all
“yeah” he leaned forward. “me tasting it again” and stole another kiss, making you laugh and feeling his grin widen in victory. this time, the kiss was softer than playful. the teasing confidence he’d worn moments ago was gone
instead, wally kissed you slowly. like he wasn’t trying to distract you from the sauce anymore— like he simply wanted too. your hand instinctively found the front of his shirt, fingers curling lightly into the fabric and letting out a small sigh
and when you tasted the sauce on his tongue? it was perfect
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(a/n: this trope fits so right for me when it comes with wally)
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