first time waking up next to each other series m.list
you noticed that you couldn't move. you blinked slowly, staring at the ceiling as your sleepy brain pieced together why.
an arm was wrapped securely around your waist.
another was tucked beneath your pillow.
one of jason's legs had somehow ended up tangled with yours.
"…jason."
nothing.
you tilted your head just enough to glance over your shoulder.
his face was half-buried against the back of your neck, dark hair sticking up in every direction. his breathing was slow and even, though you were almost positive he wasn't actually asleep anymore.
you smiled to yourself.
"jason."
a low hum vibrated against your shoulder.
"so you are awake."
"no."
"you literally answered me."
"didn't."
you laughed quietly.
"i need to get up."
"no, you don't."
"i do."
"you've got nowhere to be."
"i have to use the bathroom."
"…"
his grip tightened just a little.
"jason."
"five more minutes."
"you said that twenty minutes ago."
"i don't remember saying that."
"you were awake?"
"no."
you couldn't help laughing again.
"you are impossible."
"so i've been told."
finally, he cracked one eye open, meeting your amused expression.
his lips twitched. "there she is."
"good morning."
"mornin'."
his voice was rough from sleep, making it sound even deeper than usual.
he studied your face for a second before reaching up and brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
"what?"
"nothin'."
"you've been staring."
"i know."
"…why?"
"'cause you're pretty."
the words came so casually that your brain stopped working for a moment.
"…you can't just say things like that before coffee."
jason smirked.
"sure i can."
"you fight crime."
"i multitask."
you nudged him lightly with your shoulder.
"you are ridiculous."
"so are you."
you tried sitting up again.
his arms immediately pulled you back against him.
"…seriously?"
"i'm comfortable."
"i'm trapped."
"exactly."
"you've become a human weighted blanket."
"i'm hearing zero complaints."
"there are several complaints."
"liar."
you sighed dramatically, though the smile on your face betrayed you.
"…fine."
jason buried his face into your shoulder again with a satisfied hum.
"there it is."
"what?"
"acceptance."
"i accepted my fate."
"same thing."
silence settled over the room again.
it wasn't awkward.
just… peaceful.
outside, rain tapped gently against the apartment windows.
jason lazily traced circles against your side through one of his oversized hoodies you'd stolen weeks ago.
"you know," he muttered, "i was looking for this hoodie."
"no, you weren't."
"i absolutely was."
"you watched me steal it."
"i thought you'd give it back."
you looked over your shoulder.
"you've known me for how long?"
"…fair."
"i've claimed it."
"my hoodie."
"our hoodie."
he groaned dramatically.
"you've become a wayne."
"i'll start calling it 'our emotional support hoodie.'"
"i regret teaching you sarcasm."
"you practically invented it."
he laughed quietly, that alone made your heart melt. after another comfortable minute, he spoke again.
"…thanks."
you frowned.
"for what?"
"for staying."
the joking tone had disappeared.
his gaze was fixed somewhere on the blankets instead.
"you know… most mornings after patrol, i wake up expecting the apartment to be empty."
you turned around carefully until you were facing him.
his expression was softer than usual.
guarded, but honest.
you reached up and rested your hand against his cheek.
"i'm not going anywhere."
his eyes searched yours for a long moment.
"…promise?"
"i promise."
something in his shoulders finally relaxed.
he leaned into your touch almost instinctively.
then, with a tiny, almost embarrassed smile, he rested his forehead against yours.
"…good."
"you worry too much."
"i know."
"you know i like waking up with you..."
"i was hoping."
"i'm telling you."
another small smile.
"the apartment's a lot quieter when you're not here."
"so i'm loud?"
"you sing while making pancakes."
"i hum."
"you perform concerts."
"they're private concerts."
"they're not private if i can hear them from the bedroom."
you gasped dramatically.
"i've been exposed."
jason chuckled.
"i kinda like it."
"you do?"
"mhm."
"you'll never admit that in front of the others."
"absolutely not."
"good."
"dick would never let me live it down."
you both laughed.
the room felt warmer somehow.
jason reached over and pulled the blanket higher around both of you.
"one more minute?" he asked quietly.
you smiled.
"one more minute."
he nodded once, satisfied.
"…then coffee."
"and breakfast."
for just a little while longer, neither of you moved. the rain continued to patter softly against the windows, and wrapped up in blankets and each other, the rest of the world could wait.
you guys should totally give me more sfw ideas for this series 👀
also i js started posting on this acc too @cityafterdark so go check that out!!
Who do you think is the most romantic of the original Fab Five titans? Settling a debate here...
I’ll do you better and rank them for you:
Garth by a looooong miracle mile is the most romantic. He’s sweet, tender, remembers your favorite flowers and snack to bring to the door and has THE most cultivated dinner plans and after-dinner activity that you’ve mentioned in passing but didn’t know he was secretly documenting down for later usage
Roy is the next best—he is a little more subdued in his plans but he absolutely tries his best to make sure that he shows he cares. He takes you to a low-key activity that will be good to promote conversation and have him show how much he’s remembered things about you as he rasps a knuckle down your cheek
Donna is the next on the list; she’s a real sweetheart and it’s clear that she’s so, so earnest about pleasing you to the point of beatific exuberance—she wants so very clearly to make you happy. She wants to make sure that you’ll be attended to—she absolutely beams and looks at you with the most prodigious of heart eyes
Wally is the next—he’s a little late to the party, flustered with a wilted bouquet of flowers. Maybe he’s a little flustered and super nervous about things to the point that his collar is askew and his hair is rumpled with all of the todo he went to go about for this—but he’s very excited, excitable, and exhilarated to make you enjoy the time with him
Which uhhhhh brings me to Dick at dead-last, a man who has used his pretty privilege to every single advantage—who needs a fancy dinner on a balcony when you can sit on the ledge of a rooftop and look at the city skyline with me, baby? Oh, you cold—how did my arm get here? Oh, your lips are so soft…And it works every time because he’s Dick Grayson—but would it kill him to try?
featuring: wally west, tim drake, dick grayson, jason todd
content: smau, established relationship, fem!reader, talks of pregnancy (non-serious), potentially sexual themes ??? this is just crack don't mind me
— wally west
— tim drake
— dick grayson
— jason todd
a/n: baby's first SMAU! this is a prompt that has floated around in my brain for a while and i'm honestly kind of shocked that i've never seen it done before (let me know if u have). all the pictures are from pinterest btw. let me know what u think!
likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3
hiii! first of all i loveeeee your SMAUs fr! i wanted to make a request for how would each batboys (and anyone else from DC if you’re up for it) react to be sent a pretty picture for a fit check or to post and then be deleted to ragebait them or because reader didn’t feel that cute (whichever you want tbh!!) i hope you have a nice day!! :)
Sucker for you
featuring: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Duke Thomas, Bruce Wayne, Wally West, Clark Kent, Hal Jordan
Summary: Dick has Justice League meetings, but he wants to talk to you on the phone rather than going in. He embarasses himself in front of the league and then accidentally reveals his secret identity. Luckily, you love him (and Nightwing) more than he knows.
Warnings/Word Count: flirting, lovesick idiot Dick Grayson, Justice League drama. 1.5k+ words, requested
A/N: In Dan Mora we trust. Also, I'm not opposed to expanding on the Bruce, Constantine, and Zatanna comment ('twas BTAS 1x50 + JL: Dark references)...
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Dick Grayson likes talking to you. So much so that he has to talk to you at least three times each day, whether in person or over the phone. He claims that it’s vital to his survival. Jason once confided in you that he actually believes Dick because while you were out of town for a work conference and only got to talk to him once, your boyfriend was inconsolable.
That’s why you’re on the phone now, even though Dick is supposed to be working.
“I’ll go in when we’re done,” he tells you. “Finishing a call with you is far more important than anything they could say in this meeting.”
“We can talk later,” you remind him, smiling as if he’s standing in front of you. “I love you.”
“I love you,” Dick replies.
“Well, I love you more,” you joke.
Dick hums, then muses, “If you loved me more, you would hang up first.”
“I do love you more. I love you the amount that makes me not want to hang up first because I like hearing your voice,” you press. “So, I guess you’ll have to hang up first.”
Dick giggles into the microphone, wholly enamored with you. You’ve been on the phone for nearly an hour already, yet neither of you want to stop talking. If you had a way to listen to one another breathe 24/7, you’d do it. But, in the unfairness of reality, you have things to do that make it impossible to be in constant contact with your perfect boyfriend.
“Seriously, hang up,” you tell Dick. “I’ll talk to you later.”
“Well, I’ll talk to you now until you hang up,” Dick counters with another pleased laugh.
“What if I make us dinner and we have a quiet night in?” you propose. “Would that be worth hanging up now so I can get ready?”
“You don’t have to get ready for me. But, if you’re going to make me choose between talking now or seeing you later, I guess I can go into this meeting.”
“Good boy,” you murmur, unable to see Dick’s reaction. “I love you.”
“I love you,” Dick promises.
He ends the call, smiles at the picture of you on his lockscreen, checks his domino mask, then walks into the oversized meeting room in the Hall of Justice. The Justice League is in their respective seats, staring at Dick as he closes the door behind him.
“What?” Dick asks, glancing down at the bright blue bird emblem across his chest. “Am I late?”
Diana and Dinah look at each other while Oliver rolls his eyes and Booster Gold presses his palm over his mouth.
“We, uh, we heard your conversation,” Clark explains sheepishly. “We’re glad you’re happy, Nightwing.”
“I used to think you were cool,” Shazam muses. He grimaces and adds, “But that was gross.”
“Weren’t you Robin?” Constantine asks from the corner. “The original Boy Wonder?”
“I was,” Dick affirms, moving toward his seat beside Batman. “Wait, why are you here?”
Constantine shrugs, an unlit cigarette between his fingers as he waves his hand vaguely. “House of Mystery kicked me out for a bit. I thought the man who spent ‘is childhood being Robin would have more… stratagem, if not a bit of discretion.”
“I’ll consider that. Can we get on with the meeting?” Dick requests as he falls into his seat.
“Only if you go first,” Diana jokes, smiling brightly.
Dick stumbles into your apartment after the meeting tired and desperate. You’re standing at the stove, waving as he locks the door behind himself.
“How was the work thing?” you inquire kindly.
“Boring,” Dick answers, wrapping his arms around your waist to press his chest to your back. “It would have been better if I could have talked to you.”
“You can’t pay attention to a meeting and to me,” you remind him. “You can’t even multitask enough to listen to me while I’m touching you most of the time.”
“Not my fault you have magic hands,” Dick murmurs.
“Not my fault you make it so fun,” you counter, twisting in his arms.
“Careful,” Dick warns, smiling.
“Or what? You’ll get distracted and we forget about dinner? Again?”
“That was only one time and that was your fault.”
“You’ve got no witnesses, Mr. Grayson.”
“Haley.”
“Won’t testify against me.” You hum, tracing your finger down the seams of his shirt. “Guess we’ll never know who’s really to blame for that.”
“What’d you do today?” Dick asks, watching your lips move as you tell him about your day. He tries to wait until you’re finished but cuts you off mid-sentence to kiss you. Constantine’s discretion and stratagem haven’t met you. If Constatntine had met you, he’d understand why Dick is the way he is.
Lovesick, that’s what Jason had called it once. Sure, he’d said lovesick idiot, but Dick chooses to focus only on the part that communicates how you affect him.
“Oh, I got you out of that event Bruce asked you to go to,” you remember when you separate for air.
“How?” Dick asks. “He insisted we all be there.”
Shrugging, you offer, “I told him I needed you for something.”
“That worked?”
“I’m very persuasive.”
Dick kisses you again, muttering, “Yes you are,” into your mouth before the timer on the over chimes.
“Didn’t we do this last week?” you ask when Dick refuses to hang up after talking to you on the drive to an important meeting. “Just say I’m walking into my meeting, baby, I love you more than life itself and I’ll see you later… unless my brother wants to hang out and then I’ll abandon you.”
Dick pinches his eyes closed at your addition. He hasn’t found the right time or way to tell you what he’s really doing when he has to miss dates or dip out early. So, he pins the blame on his brothers. Luckily, you love his family, so you never second-guess his excuses. He’s found that mentioning Damian proves especially effective, but he knows he has to tell you sooner rather than later.
“I do love you,” Dick agrees, slowing outside the meeting room.
“Then admit that I love you more so you’re not late for your meeting,” you encourage.
Dick smiles to himself and pushes the door open, thinking I am in the meeting room early, so ha!
Unfortunately, his plan doesn’t consider the fact that the people inside the room he’s in and you, on the other end of the phone call, see him in two very different ways.
“Hey, Nightwing,” Superman greets.
Dick’s eyes widen behind his mask, and his grip tightens on the phone.
He doesn’t have a chance to speak before you ask, “Nightwing?”
Bruce sighs at the end of the table, shaking his head. “Invite her to dinner,” he grumbles. “We have a lot to explain.”
“Dick,” you say carefully. “We should talk later.”
“Yeah, yeah, of course,” he agrees, looking down at the floor. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not mad, I promise. But Nightwing?”
“Yeah, baby?” he answers.
Standing in your apartment, you smile and say, “Thanks for confirming that. I love you.”
The phone beeps when you hang up, and Dick lowers his hand slowly. “I’m sorry,” he offers.
“You should be sorry you didn’t tell her sooner,” Bruce argues, turning to look at the large screen behind him. “I believe Jay and I told you that you were only going to regret it.”
“She said she wasn’t mad,” Dick responds. “Do you think she is?”
“No,” Superman interjects, patting Dick’s shoulder. “But she might be surprised.”
“Even if she is mad and dumps you,” Bruce mumbles, “still extend the dinner invite. You can sit it out.”
“Wow,” Dick drawls. “Thanks.”
"Maybe we should invite Constantine, too," Bruce adds, his lips picked up at the corners.
"Yeah, and he can bring Zatanna," Dick counters, clearly proud of himself when Bruce clears his throat and focuses on the screen instead.
You’re wearing a Nightwing sweatshirt when Dick crawls through your apartment window. Only it’s not exactly Dick who enters — it’s Nightwing.
“Hi,” you greet. “I had this sweatshirt on before you called.”
“I had the suit on before you called,” he says, smiling softly. “Look, I’m sorry.”
“For what?” you ask. “You don’t have anything to apologize for.”
“I- I should’ve told you sooner. But I didn’t know how or when, so I just kept coming up with excuses. Excuses for me, not even to do the job or go on patrol or whatever, just to not tell you.”
“Slow down,” you encourage, spreading your palm on his chest. “I’m not upset. I know you kept it private for a reason, and I know you would have told me when you were ready. If anything, I should be thanking you for saving the city.”
Dick sighs, his shoulders dropping in relief before he pulls you into a tight hug. “Does this mean that you’ll hang up first now?” he asks against your shoulder.
You twist in his hold to kiss his jaw. “No. But it does mean I love you more because I know you’re even better than I believed you to be.”
“You don’t play fair,” Dick pouts.
You kiss his pout and promise, “Never will, my love.”
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Inspired by the fact I haven’t done anything but play Tomodachi recently… masterlist
You walked into the living room carrying two mugs of tea and immediately knew something was wrong.
Dick was slouched on the couch like someone had stolen his last cookie. The Switch was still on, paused on the bright, colorful Tomodachi Life screen. His Mii - the one with the perfectly styled black hair and the little mask accessory he’d insisted on - was standing sadly in the middle of the island plaza while your Mii (the one with the cheerleader outfit and the hair you’d spent way too long customizing) was happily chatting with a random islander.
Dick’s lower lip was actually jutting out in a pout.
You set the mugs down on the coffee table and raised an eyebrow. “Okay. What happened?”
He let out the most dramatic sigh you’d ever heard from a grown man who regularly fought crime in spandex.
“She said no.”
You blinked. “Who said no?”
“My wife,” he muttered, pointing accusingly at the screen. “I finally got the proposal event to trigger after a week of feeding her favorite foods, buying her every gift, and making sure our compatibility was maxed out. I even followed what some losers said on Reddit. And she said no.”
You had to bite your lip hard to keep from laughing.
“Dick… it’s a Mii.”
“She’s not just a Mii,” he protested, sitting up straighter, eyes wide with betrayal. “That’s you. I made her look exactly like you - same smile, same little swing when she stands. I even gave her your favourite colour sweater. And she looked me dead in the eyes and said ‘I’m not ready’ with that sad little animation.”
He flopped back dramatically, throwing an arm over his face like a Victorian maiden who’d been scorned.
“I’m in my own game and I still got rejected. This is emotional warfare.”
You finally lost the battle and laughed, climbing onto the couch and crawling into his lap. He immediately wrapped both arms around you like a koala, burying his face in your neck with a pitiful whine.
“Baby,” you cooed, trying and failing to sound sympathetic, “it’s a video game. The Miis have weird algorithms. Sometimes they just say no for no reason.”
“But I worked so hard,” he mumbled against your skin, voice muffled. “I made sure we had all the same hobbies. I gave her a beach ball accessory because you like the ocean. I even made sure our apartment had the fancy red couch you always pick in real life. And she still said no.”
You ran your fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp the way he liked. He melted instantly, a soft little hum vibrating against your collarbone.
“You’re pouting,” you teased.
“I’m not pouting,” he pouted harder. “I’m mourning the future I thought we had in Tomodachi Life. We were supposed to get married, have a little Mii baby with your eyes and my hair, maybe even a dog. Now I have to start the whole relationship over again. Do you know how long the dating phase takes when they keep saying ‘let’s just be friends’?”
You bit your lip again, shoulders shaking with silent laughter. “Dick Grayson, you fight actual supervillains on a weekly basis. You’ve been shot, stabbed, thrown off buildings - and you’re this upset because a cartoon version of me wouldn’t marry your cartoon self?”
He pulled back just enough to give you the most betrayed look you’d ever seen on his face. Those big blue eyes were actually glistening.
“Yes. Exactly. Because even pixel-you doesn’t want me. What does that say about real-you?”
You cupped his face with both hands, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. “It says that pixel-me has terrible taste and clearly needs better programming. Real-me thinks you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to her.”
His expression softened, but the pout was still lingering at the edges. “Prove it.”
You leaned in and kissed him - slow and sweet, the kind of kiss that made his shoulders relax and his arms tighten around your waist. When you pulled back, his eyes were half-lidded and warm.
“Better?” you asked.
“A little,” he mumbled, chasing your lips for another quick peck. “But I’m still emotionally scarred. I might need cuddles. And maybe you feeding me ice cream while I restart the whole relationship arc.”
You laughed, pressing your forehead against his. “You’re such a dramatic baby.”
“I’m your dramatic baby,” he corrected, grinning now. “Who spent a week trying to get you to marry him in a video game because the real version is still the best thing in his life.”
Your heart did a ridiculous little flip. You kissed him again, softer this time, then rested your head on his shoulder.
“Tell you what,” you said, voice warm with affection. “Tomorrow we’ll restart the game together. I’ll help you max out the compatibility. And when you propose again, I promise pixel-me will say yes this time.”
Dick’s arms squeezed you tighter, a happy little hum escaping him. “Deal. But only if you wear the cheerleader outfit in real life while we play.”
You lightly smacked his chest. “You’re impossible.”
“Yeah,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple, “but I’m your impossible.”
Outside, the city hummed on. Inside, Dick Grayson - acrobat, hero, leader - pouted like a kicked puppy over a video game rejection while you curled in his lap and fed him ice cream straight from the tub.
And somehow, it was the most perfect night you’d had in weeks.
a/n : good fics r coming I promise I just need to do these exams tomorrow then I’m free forever 💔
Or: The one where you text your fwb a good ol' «you up?»
Includes: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Wally West, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent and John Constantine
Warnings: None really, just lighthearted fun. I'm really sorry for Wally's, he stays suffering in my posts — This is the start of a fwb collection though! All posts pertaining to it will be tagged under fwb!au and it'll be for both written and text posts <3
Morph's thoughts: Omg are you serious? My first post got so much love, thank you so much to everyone of you seriously!! I'm working in a couple longer written pieces so in the mean time I'll keep the texts going. As always, feedback is more than welcome and appreciated!!
Reader have no idea that they're dating the batboys for a quite some time already, although reader does hope for it, they just thought that the batboys being so nice to them, while the batboys waiting for reader to be ready to do couple stuff, they just thought reader is shy 😭
I been thinking this for a while now
Reader: what you mean we're dating?!?!
Batboys: we've been dating for a while now???
“I like you so much, and you don’t even know it.”
Sorry lowkey disappeared again.Im having my daughter next month,scared asf💔💔.My fanny is gonna be DESTROYED.also random does anyone else hate podfics.Like it will have the perfect plot and then say” podfic” like turn that shit off omg.
Batboys x Reader: clueless Reader
Bruce Wayne
The “exclusive relationship” was IMPLIED, apparently
•Bruce thought things were very clear.
• In his defense:
•you spend most nights at the manor
• he takes you to galas
•Alfred refers to you as “Mr. Wayne’s partner”
•Bruce literally kisses you goodbye before meetings
•So naturally he assumes:
yes, this is my significant other.
•Meanwhile you’re spiraling internally every day.
•Because Bruce Wayne is:
•holding your hand
•buying you things
•resting his forehead against yours when tired
•But he’s never technically said:
“Will you be my partner?”
•So your brain goes:
Maybe he’s just emotionally confusing.
•The realization happens because someone at a gala says:
“You and your boyfriend make a lovely couple.”
•You laugh awkwardly.
“Oh..we’re not-“
•Bruce looks over immediately.
“…Not what?”
•You stare at him.
“Dating?”
•Silence.
•Bruce blinks once.
“..We’ve been exclusive for eight months.”
“EIGHT??!”
•You almost choke on your drink.
•Bruce is now deeply confused.
*“You sleep in my bed.”
“AS A FRIEND.”
“I kissed you.”
“PEOPLE KISS CASUALLY SOMETIMES-“
•Bruce just stares at you like your operating system is corrupted.
• Then realization slowly dawns on him.
“…You genuinely didn’t know.”
• You hide your face immediately.
“I thought you were being nice because you liked me as a person.”
•Bruce physically has to sit down.
•Because somehow this is more stressful than fighting Bane.
⸻
Dick Grayson
Actually devastated you didn’t know
•Dick is the MOST affectionate naturally.
•So this misunderstanding gets BAD.
•This man:
• calls you baby
•kisses your forehead
•cuddles you constantly
• takes you on dates
•says “missed you”
•introduced you to the Titans
•And you STILL think:
He’s probably just emotionally open.
•Dick genuinely thinks you’re just shy about labels.
•One day he casually says:
“My girlfriend’s coming over later.”
•You:
“Oh? Who?”
• Dick laughs.
•Then stops laughing.
“…You.”
•You stare at him.
“Wait.”
•He stares back.
“WAIT.”
“You didn’t know we were dating?!”
“I THOUGHT YOU WERE JUST REALLY FRIENDLY.”
•Dick falls backwards onto the couch dramatically.
“I HELD YOUR FACE AND TOLD YOU I ADORED YOU.”
“YEAH BUT YOU’RE DICK GRAYSON. YOU SAY THINGS.”
•He’s losing his mind now.
“I TOOK YOU ON ROMANTIC ROOFTOP DINNERS.”
• “I THOUGHT YOU WERE TESTING LOCATIONS.”
•He actually laughs so hard he can’t breathe.
•Then immediately crawls across the couch to grab your face.
“Okay,” he says, still laughing,
“just so we’re SUPER clear now-”
•Kisses you directly on the mouth.
“Boyfriend. Dating. Romantic. In love with you.”
•You’re bright red.
•Dick thinks this is the funniest thing that’s ever happened to him.
⸻
Jason Todd
• Jason absolutely assumed you knew.
•Because from his perspective:
•you wear his hoodies
•you sleep at his place
•he threatens people for disrespecting you
•you’ve made out multiple times
•Clearly:
Relationship.
• But you’re an overthinker.
•So every time something romantic happens you internally go:
Don’t assume. Don’t ruin the vibe. Stay calm.
•The realization happens when Roy casually says:
“So how long have you two been together now?”
•You immediately answer:
“Oh we’re not together-“
•Jason:
“…What.”
•Roy:
“…WHAT.”
•You panic immediately.
“I MEAN-unless-“
•Jason is staring at you like his soul just left his body.
“Baby.”
“DON’T BABY ME RIGHT NOW.”
“I literally told a guy at a bar you were my girl.”
“I thought that was… metaphorical.”
•Jason actually puts his hands over his face.
“How are you alive.”
•Then he starts laughing.
HARD.
“Oh my god,” he says between laughs,
“you really thought I was just casually obsessed with you.”
•You hide in your hoodie immediately.
His hoodie.
•Jason notices. Smirks.
“You know normal friends don’t share apartments keys either, right?”
Silence.
“…oh my god.”
⸻
Tim Drake
•Tim honestly can’t blame you because he ALSO never formally asked.
• But he thought the relationship progression was obvious.
•You:
•have toothbrushes at each other’s places
• share passwords
• nap together
•hold hands constantly
•went to a wedding together
• Tim categorized this as:
Relationship Acquired.
•You categorized it as:
Extremely emotionally intimate friendship.
•The moment happens because Kon asks:
“Wait, did you never ask them out officially?”
•Tim pauses.
“..I thought I did.”
• You immediately look over.
“You WHAT.”
•Tim starts mentally replaying every interaction you’ve ever had.
“I said ‘you’re my favorite person.’”
“THAT ISN’T A CONFESSION.”
“I BOUGHT YOU FLOWERS.”
“AS A FRIEND???”
•Tim puts his head in his hands.
“This explains SO MUCH.”
“LIKE WHAT?”
“WHY YOU LOOKED PANICKED EVERY TIME I HELD YOUR HAND.”
•You whisper:
“I thought I was imagining things…”
• Tim looks up immediately.
“…Wait, you LIKE liked me?”
“YES???”
⸻
Damian Wayne
Actually offended you thought he behaved this way platonically
•Damian is NOT naturally affectionate.
•Which means from his perspective, this should have been EXTREMELY obvious.
• He:
•seeks you out voluntarily
•touches you first
•allows prolonged physical affection
•lets you hold Titus
• says “beloved”
•In Damian Language this is basically a marriage certificate.
•Meanwhile you:
He’s just… intense.
• The realization happens when you say:
“You’ll make someone really happy one day.”
•Damian stops walking.
• Slowly turns around.
“…Excuse me?”
“What?”“What do you mean ‘someone’?”
•You blink.
“Your future partner?”
•Damian stares at you in complete disbelief.
“Beloved. We are together.”
You laugh nervously.
“Wait, seriously?”
He looks genuinely disturbed now.
“You believed I was behaving this way PLATONICALLY?”
“YOU NEVER ASKED.”
“I ALLOWED YOU IN MY PERSONAL SPACE.”
“…that’s fair actually.”
•Damian pinches the bridge of his nose.
“I have called you ‘my love’ repeatedly.”
“I thought you were being poetic.”
Long silence.
Then:
“…Father was correct. You are catastrophically oblivious.”
Or: The one where they misunderstand what the positive test is for.
Includes: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Wally West, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent and John Constantine
Warnings: Reader is implied to be able to get pregnant, however I'm all for them being dumb enough to think they've managed even if it's not possible so you decide lol <3 Beside that, no real warnings, mostly fluffy and humorous.
Morph's thoughts: Hii everyone, this is my first dc comics fic AND first text!au fic ever :) I'm still trying to find everyone's "texting voices" and doing a bit of a trial and error with the formating of the screen shots, so if you have any feedback it's more than welcome!!
cw: bicep biting, teasing, male whimpering, dry humping, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, talking you through it, hair pulling, he's described as big, back scratching, creampies, not proofread.
ⓘ Featuring how sexy Dick Grayson is for his pretty girl.
boyfriend!dick who muffles your moans with his bicep whenever you're staying over at his father's, cooing, "You need to be quiet" so his family won't find out how dirty you are, as if he isn't the one fucking into you so hard the headboard's slamming against the wall.
+ Bonus points: Whenever you finish, and he pulls back to see drool on his arm along with the teeth marks, he knows he did well.
boyfriend!dick who can spend hours teasing you before getting to work, with light brushes of his fingers up your thigh, light kisses to your lips, and rubbing the tip along your slit, but pulling back once you start begging him to just fuck you already.
Eventually, you wear each other down; you're moaning out his name & he's struggling not to finish in two minutes.
boyfriend!dick loves when you go down on him, fists clenching against the sheets as he struggles not to guide your head, biting down the sweetest moan every time you swirl your tongue around his blushing tip.
After he finishes in your mouth, he'll always wipe your lips clean & whisper how pretty you are in the shakiest, hottest tone known to man.
boyfriend!dick who tends to get a little needy & sometimes ends up dry humping you till he's creamed his boxers instead of just fucking you like he'd originally planned. Noting "it felt too good to stop" while letting out a choked laugh & burying his face in your throat.
He'll always joke about it afterwards. But it's kind of obvious at the moment how embarrassed he feels about it.
boyfriend!dick likes to finger you after a blowjob, scissoring you open on long fingers so he can stare at the wetness pooling on your skin while telling you just how sexy it looks to him & licks you clean after each orgasm.
He likes to give you at least two orgasms per one of his.
boyfriend!dick has grown used to your nails sinking into his back every time he bottoms out; he's even grown to like how every few thrusts bring the sweet sting of your nails scratching at him in sync with sharp moans.
boyfriend!dick who is well aware just how endowed he is & always takes it slow to let you adjust, making sure to whisper sweet little praises in your ear.
boyfriend!dick who has made himself well acquainted with your clit, happily goes down on you every time you're being bratty or not in a good mood, knowing his tongue can be an instant mood booster.
He always moans at the feeling of your nails scratching at his scalp, pulling & begging for more, loving the sensation of feeling your pleasure through the sharp tugs.
boyfriend!dick who has a bad pullout game & ends up accidentally filling you up more often than he'd like to admit. He's so embarrassed when he pulls out and sees his seed spilling out, but your fucked-out expression always makes him feel better about it.
you shifted on your boyfriend's bed, looking at him over the current tiktok trend you were deeply engrossed in.
he was sat at his PC set up–one too intricate and expensive for a man who spent most of it's use doing torture challenges on the sims or letting his murderous, bleeding-out-on-his-desk, brother play cake decorating games.
tonight, he was running his minecraft server like the navy. you'd been busy doomscrolling for the most part, but you'd caught a few "no, wally, do this"’s here and a few "wally no, you're going to get us killed!"’s there.
you played with them occasionally–especially when dick begged, just to see the matching avatars he forced you into side by side. but right now, you were busy scheming.
you cleared your throat slightly before putting on a class-act performance, "richard grayson!" you gasped.
dick tore off his headset immediately, whipping around to look at you, "yeah baby?"
"you would not believe who i just found on tinder."
"what!" he was on his feet fast. "who??"
"jason."
he gasped back, "my jason??"
"the jason!!!"
dick was by your side now, having moved across the room with urgency. "i have to see this!–oh my god, is his profile dorky?" he laughed. "does he have a classical quote in his bio?? wait i need a photo for–"
you giggled at his reaction, at the eagerness to get his hands on his newest form of blackmail. yet, you didn't aid him to actual question he was meant to ask.
"which photos does he have on his..." dick's hand paused halfway to reaching for your phone. "profile..."
his eyebrows furrowed as he thought for a moment. the little frown on his face shifted to a complete pout.
"wait! why are you on tinder?!?"
note: barely proof-read to be honest with you so feel free to call out any mistakes 😪 my courses are killing me im not doing any more editing than i have to rn
contrary, dick grayson is not a cheating manwhore and anything even remotely close to that being described as his personality is propaganda from the cia to distract you from the fact that he’s the puppiest of all pup boyfriends with the bad luck of debilitating attachment issues that usually manifests in him falling hard and very fast because like i said, puppy.
he will eat out of your hands (and eat you out, yum) and worship at your feet if you treat him right and the concept of another taking your place doesn’t even cross his mind because he’s too busy thinking about you you you and telling everybody who will listen.
disloyalty is the antithesis of this man’s character. he stuck by bruce, he stuck by jason, he’s the one everyone calls because they know he’ll be there so there isn’t a single parallel earth where cheating on you is an option. the only thing you should be worried about is him being paranoid that you’ll cheat on him (even though he loves you and the trust he has for you is paramount, he knows his faults) because he isn’t around as much as he’d like to be, but he tries!
dick grayson is a trying man. a very persistent man. and sort of obsessive. he gets antsy when he thinks someone else might have your attention when he’s gone.
it drives him so crazy that he ends up overcompensating, which is hilarious because now you have way more flowers than there is space to put them and all of a sudden he wants to do lunch and dinner and a movie but also ice skating because he heard you mention it once, and oh! don’t forget you two have to go to that wayne gala thing but also stay in and cuddle all night (or as far as the night can stretch before he has to patrol) — he’s hilarious, he’s stupid, he’s sensitive and he’s so yours, please love him.
Characters: Dick Grayson x Speedster!MALE Reader
Summary: Dick has been in love with his Best Friend for years, almost as long as they've been sharing beds. What happens when they share a bed, and said friend starts vibrating in his sleep?
Warnings: SMUT! Reader is 'asleep', accidental stimulation(?), vibrator on male genitals, humping, dry humping, grinding, cursing.
A/N: Yo, I had to look at a diagram of a penis for this AND class. #PreMed. That's lowkey kinda crazy...hehe...anyways have some dick with your Dick!
Maybe this was punishment for all the sinful thoughts Dick has been having lately.
It's filthy honestly, shameful.
You've been friends since the start of his orphan days -which ouch- before Bruce had even officially adopted him. You were Bolt, the bright eyed, bushy tailed protegee of Barry Allen at the time - right besides Wally West, his other Best Friend.
The two of you grew up together, the two of you ate together, the two of you trained together, the two of you even slept together in the same bed.
Dick had always snuck into the guest room after Alfred went to bed, giggling about how slick he was, about how Bruce would never know and about how he was the best sidekick ever - Bruce confirmed five years later that Dick, was indeed, not slick.
Sharing a bed was a ritual between the two of you, natural, just another day in life. He would sleep in the same bed with you on missions, so why does he want to sleep with you now.
Dick tries to hide it.
He really does.
But the way your muscles ripple under your shirt whenever you move, the way your lashes curtain your face just perfectly, the way your chest looks -all sweaty and glistening- when you lift up your shirt to wipe your face after training, the way you manhandle thugs so easily when they try and get the jump on you - because honestly, he wishes it was him you were throwing around. And have you ever seen a speedsters thighs? Holy shit, they're huge. Toned, and sexy, and- And fuck- fuck, the way you look at him when he pins you down to the training mat, all pouty looking when your pinned under him, panting, red faced, with your shirt ridden up.
One of your drunk ex's mentioned once that you broke their bed by accident and he completely just blanked out, Donna telling him later that he had accidentally crushed the red party cup in his hand.
Dick wants to bang his head against the wall.
He's loosing it.
He's loosing his focus.
He's loosing his other interests.
He's at risk at loosing you.
Especially right now.
Because your pressed against him -warm, pliant- your chest hugging his back, your legs threaded with his. Your thigh pressed between his. The warmth of your breathe tickling his neck, arm locked around his waist like an iron chain.
And fuck him, because you're vibrating.
Like some kind of dog having a dream where it's running, you must be doing the same; because he can barely contain the whimper his lips threaten to let fall out whilst your leg acts as a living, human, vibrator. Your thigh lining along the underside of his cock, stimulating every ridge and vein, from the base to the tip.
He can't move, he just can't.
Your arm in locked around him, tight, unyielding, and the way the weakness in his legs climbs throughout his body - he knows for sure he can't escape. His brain soon becoming as compliant as his muscles as he shifts, trying to save his dignity, only to make your thigh buzz right against the mound of his tip.
A shuddering breathe leaves him, and he has to stop his back from arching, stop himself from moaning out, stop himself from grinding back onto you like some fucking hormonal teenage boy. Every shift, every time he moved, every time he even tried to make it so his cock wasn't weeping sinfully into the inside of his boxers, sullying both him and his mind -it only makes it worse. And he has to stop his hips from bucking against you -riding your thigh- when you shift in your sleep. Because your thigh is rubbing perfectly against his painfully throbbing dick, like your body already knows his down to the sweet spot next to his frenulum.
Your sleepy grumble rouses him from his heated state to just how stupid he's being.
Yet, he can only take it, his fingers curling blissfully into the sheets as his eyes squeeze themselves shut. Like if he closes them, all of this will go away. Like if he closes them, everything will go back to normal. You'll be at home, he'll be alone, and this will all be a big, bad, dream-
Does he want it to be a dream...?
The way his teeth dig into the plump of his lip almost painful from how hard he's trying to keep himself quiet. Because if you wake up, wake up to him moaning and wailing out, wake up to him rutting his hips and grinding down on your -stupidly overtoned- thigh. You'll most definately feel his cock, harder than steal, pressed against you; his balls tight and threatening to unload.
And they do.
Because you flinch, thigh driving into the thick of his crotch and Dick -and his dick- fucking looses it. Your thigh is pressed against his cock oh so perfectly, vibrating against every ridge, against every single vein. Driving against him like its supposed to be there. And he looses it.
He can't stop his body from jerking, thighs clamping around yours as his hips start up hurriedly. Rutting against your thigh like he's some filthy feral animal who can't control itself. His head throws itself back as he barely contains himself from wailing out, teeth drawing blood, and he bites down hard. Your forehead grazes the back of his head, hairs tickling his neck as he rides his high. Thick ropes and evidence of his sinful release unloading thickly into his underwear, sullying them with a wet spot he wouldn't be able to fix until morning.
And your thigh doesn't stop buzzing until it's all said and over, like it knows. It knows how lewd and wanting he was. Like it knew what he would do and how he would do it. Like it knew he would take this opportunity as it was.
Dick's panting, moans and whimpers as filthy as the drool running down his chin before his hips finally stutter to a stop. Even the biting chill of the Gotham air isn't enough to soothe the burn of embarrassment and shame creeping up his face right now, consuming his brain; just under the dazing fuzz of what seemed to be his ever lasting high.
He just dry humped his best friends thigh.
He just dry humped his sleeping best friends thigh.
Your peaceful breathing brings him back to that reality. The reality of him burning up, the reality of him just laying there, stuck till morning. Stuck with the evidence seeping through his underwear and sullying his inner thighs.
He bites the inside of his cheek, because he really was just stuck there; your arms locked around him, unless you decided to let go of him in your everlasting sleep.
How would he explain the wetspot in the morning?
How would he look at you in the face after knowing what he's done?
How would he train with you? Pin you down as this night replayed over and over again in his head.
How would he ever see you use your speed again, knowing that he used it to satisfy his own lewd-
"A-Ah-"
A breathy moan leaves his lip, sneaking past as his body arched up -tensing in arousing surprise. You started up again, moving in a slow and quiet buzz - barely felt yet prominent.
Dick groans when his cock starts up again, the soft appendage quickly hardening and coming to life as you shift against him. Dick closes his eyes, trying to use every technique Batman has ever taught him to keep his cool.
Think about dead puppies, Dick. Think about dead puppies...
He whimpers as he feels his dick begin to painfully throb from overstimulation.
It was going to be a long night.
And Dick is too preoccupied to notice how a lazy grin stretches across your face, resuming your fake slumber.
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(A/N: This picture was lowkey on my mind the whole time, lmao 😭)
anyway i think you give jason todd a sticker once and he’s doing whatever he can to earn another one.
the first time its because you’re journaling and he’s looking so cosy, sprawled out on the couch. his cheek is practically begging for a sticker. what are you meant to do? not give him one???? he’s befuddled when you stick the paper four leaf clover to his cheek and blushing when you follow it up with a kiss right over it. good luck for your good luck charm. jason saves it, sticks it to a scrap piece of paper and tucks it away. all the stickers you give him get saved.
he brings you flowers more regularly, tried to make it home early from cases, picks up that drink you like from the cafe downtown (the one that’s too far to go regularly) all in the hopes of another sticker. you struggle with choosing where to put your stickers they’re all so cute i don’t want to choose wrong but you hadn’t even hesitated. jason’s pulling out his hair because the same action doesn’t always get him a sticker.
it takes you awhile to catch on. sure you notice he’s been trying to get an even better grade in being boyfriend of the year than usual. you don’t connect it to the stickers until after you’re putting your journaling supplies away and he’s all puppy dog eyed and pouting.
“you know you can just ask if you want one, right?”
“but i want you to want to give me one.”
there’s still your regular stash of journaling stickers. only now there’s also what you call your jason stickers. his stickers get used up quickly, joyfully. he fell asleep halfway through his audio book and woke up to a face cluttered with them once. jason still keeps them though, every single one.
