Heâs been trying to âhelpâ your love life for monthsâdropping names, nudging you into conversations, accidentally leaving you alone with people who are objectively nice but painfully wrong for you. Every time you say youâre fine, he smiles like he knows better.
âYou just need someone who challenges you,â he says.
You challenge the urge to shove him off the nearest rooftop.
Jason finds the whole thing hilarious. Or at least he pretends to. He leans against the Batmobile, helmet tucked under his arm, watching Dick ramble about your potential chemistry with the latest unfortunate soul.
âWow,â Jason says dryly. âDidnât know you were running a dating service now, Dick. You charging commission?â
Dick rolls his eyes. âIâm serious. They deserve someone who actuallyââ
ââisnât interested,â you cut in.
Dick opens his mouth again.
Jason doesnât let him.
Jason slings an arm around your shoulders like itâs the most natural thing in the world. Solid. Warm. Way too familiar. You freeze for half a second before Jason squeezes onceâtrust meâand smirks.
âTheyâre taken.â
Silence.
Dick blinks. âTheyâre⊠what?â
Jason grins, all sharp edges and trouble. âTaken. By me.â
You stare at him. He looks back at you like this was always the plan.
Dickâs eyes flick between you. The arm. Jasonâs smug face. âSince when?â
You panicâthen commit. You lean into Jasonâs side, fingers curling into his jacket.
âSince you wouldnât stop trying to set me up with random civilians,â you say sweetly.
Jason hums. âYeah. Real romantic origin story. Matchmaking trauma.â
Dick squints. âJason.â
âDick.â
âThis better not beââ
Jason drops his forehead against yours, just barely touching. Close enough that you can feel his breath, hear the smile in his voice.
âRelax. Iâm being a great boyfriend.â
Your heart tries to escape your ribcage.
Dick groans. âI hate both of you.â
Mission accomplished.
Except⊠now Jason doesnât move his arm.
Later, when Dick is gone and the cave is quieter, Jason finally steps back. For a second, the air feels colder.
âSo,â he says casually. Too casually. âGuess weâre fake dating now.â
You cross your arms. âGuess so.â
A beat.
Jason tilts his head. âWe gotta sell it, yâknow. Dickâs persistent.â
You raise a brow. âAnd how exactly do you suggest we do that?â
Jasonâs grin softensâloses a little of its sharpness.
âEasy,â he says. âPublic hand-holding. Occasional rooftop make-outs. Maybe you come by my place, steal my hoodies.â
Your stomach flips. âThat sounds suspiciously thought-out.â
He shrugs. âWhat can I say? Iâm committed to the bit.â
You watch him for a moment, then sigh. âFine. But if this gets weirdââ
âIt already is,â Jason says, gently bumping your shoulder. âBut⊠weâll keep it fake.â
He offers his hand. You take it. And neither of you lets go.
Heâs been trying to âhelpâ your love life for monthsâdropping names, nudging you into conversations, accidentally leaving you alone with people who are objectively nice but painfully wrong for you. Every time you say youâre fine, he smiles like he knows better.
âYou just need someone who challenges you,â he says.
You challenge the urge to shove him off the nearest rooftop.
Jason finds the whole thing hilarious. Or at least he pretends to. He leans against the Batmobile, helmet tucked under his arm, watching Dick ramble about your potential chemistry with the latest unfortunate soul.
âWow,â Jason says dryly. âDidnât know you were running a dating service now, Dick. You charging commission?â
Dick rolls his eyes. âIâm serious. They deserve someone who actuallyââ
ââisnât interested,â you cut in.
Dick opens his mouth again.
Jason doesnât let him.
Jason slings an arm around your shoulders like itâs the most natural thing in the world. Solid. Warm. Way too familiar. You freeze for half a second before Jason squeezes onceâtrust meâand smirks.
âTheyâre taken.â
Silence.
Dick blinks. âTheyâre⊠what?â
Jason grins, all sharp edges and trouble. âTaken. By me.â
You stare at him. He looks back at you like this was always the plan.
Dickâs eyes flick between you. The arm. Jasonâs smug face. âSince when?â
You panicâthen commit. You lean into Jasonâs side, fingers curling into his jacket.
âSince you wouldnât stop trying to set me up with random civilians,â you say sweetly.
Jason hums. âYeah. Real romantic origin story. Matchmaking trauma.â
Dick squints. âJason.â
âDick.â
âThis better not beââ
Jason drops his forehead against yours, just barely touching. Close enough that you can feel his breath, hear the smile in his voice.
âRelax. Iâm being a great boyfriend.â
Your heart tries to escape your ribcage.
Dick groans. âI hate both of you.â
Mission accomplished.
Except⊠now Jason doesnât move his arm.
Later, when Dick is gone and the cave is quieter, Jason finally steps back. For a second, the air feels colder.
âSo,â he says casually. Too casually. âGuess weâre fake dating now.â
You cross your arms. âGuess so.â
A beat.
Jason tilts his head. âWe gotta sell it, yâknow. Dickâs persistent.â
You raise a brow. âAnd how exactly do you suggest we do that?â
Jasonâs grin softensâloses a little of its sharpness.
âEasy,â he says. âPublic hand-holding. Occasional rooftop make-outs. Maybe you come by my place, steal my hoodies.â
Your stomach flips. âThat sounds suspiciously thought-out.â
He shrugs. âWhat can I say? Iâm committed to the bit.â
You watch him for a moment, then sigh. âFine. But if this gets weirdââ
âIt already is,â Jason says, gently bumping your shoulder. âBut⊠weâll keep it fake.â
He offers his hand. You take it. And neither of you lets go.
the whole sensation of sex must feel like a mutual exchange for him. seductive temptation from both sides. an electric charge through his whole body. he gets turned on by the pent up tension. by the anticipation of breaking through that void of perfection. by the far space between you from opposite corners of the room closing in slowly. for him, desire grows through innocent touches that could mean something completely different if his mind isn't in the right place of professionalism; also grows in steady closeness that's not rushed. he's drawn to a charmful nature. to someone who knows how to flirt like they purposely mean it. someone that understands that attraction is passed to one another on the same level, not a try hard of one trying to take over the other. the display of aggression on its own doesn't impress him. he wants to see the delicate skill of attraction from you. he wants to feel like he's the only one without being trapped. to him, the results of intimacy can vary from the setting's aesthetic or the height of your emotional state. the surroundings and the mood he's put you in always matters to him. the way he comes at you matters too. he doesn't just want you aroused. he wants you to be at peace during it, thoughts emptied. heâs a slow dance in dim lighting. a set of locked eyes that stays a second too long. and his right lover will cross him into balance, never should you tip on your side of the scales, and neither will he...
JASON TODD â
sexual intimacy with him must feel all consuming to the body, mind, and soul. speaking to all parts of his body. undeniable in the way he reacts to every part of you. he can never give in to casual arousal. he needs layers upon layers of depth, which is why it's best for him to physically stay with the same person until the end of time. eye contact that bores too long. silence that feels suggestive with double meaning. desire, for him, is a magnetic nature. he doesn't have to push for he effortlessly pulls you in. bonding during the act crawls under his skin until it can't be ignored. he gets affected heavily by the weight of it all. by honest emotions expressed. by someone who isn't scared to be seen by him wholly. attraction that remains on the surface and never digs deep fades him off quickly. loyalty when he has you beneath him, and trust from you to play out your wildest fantasies. when he desires someone, it's either all in or nothing at all. there's no middle ground with him. to him, sex is giving it all in, every part of him. it is a split power balance. it can never be forced for it always leans for vulnerability. heâs the heat in a sealed room trying to find its way out. words felt like bullets aimed at the hardened heart. and his right lover will drown under the surface, never should you keep to where it's safe for you'll miss out on all of him truly...
DICK GRAYSON â
when it comes to him, sex must feel freeing in a way that's all playful and down to earth, to keep the moment unserious for you to not feel nervous or pretend with him. he gets roused by unplanned options that are different every time. by laughter that comes around as tensed foreplay. by a bond that feels exciting to get at as it's not complicated, but easy and what you're both decided works best for you. desire, to him, is about movement of both bodies. it grows through shared experiences of the past and using them to know exactly where you want him and what he has to do. the energy passed between only expanding the more his with you, and the more heâs on his own, missin' you. if the act begins to fall to restriction, then all heat goes to nothing. he craves honest words during the time. directness, for you to tell him if something doesn't feel right or you'd rather try something else. exploring that continues at all times always gets him going. he has a preference for lovers who match his enthusiasm without trying to confine it. for him, sex is about the adventure that awakens when he's so in love. it's joint adrenaline. it's the want that should be another thing added onto the many things that bring him joy. he's a shooting star in an open sky. a leap of faith that thrives on freedom. and his right lover will follow right after him...
TIM DRAKE â
he wants sex to have a intentional feel to it. every choice he makes with you is 'cause he's been attentive in what you like. he considered every body part of yours as a way to test your preference. likewise, he gets provoked simply by effort. by someone who mentally takes note of what he likes, and changes courses the next time he's with you. carelessness doesn't excite him like focus does. for him, desire means to be thoughtful. it is the steps to confide into you, knowing he's being seen in such a way he'd never let anyone see. he may not seem like it through appearance, but his passion runs deep within when it wants. he shows you it as he keeps his mind on you, on the little details, on the determined in himself to get it right 'cause that's all he wants for you. he can get with lovers who can never be held down through being perceived, for they keep him investigating what you plan to do in the next round. to him, sex is devotion in its truest form. it is another way to learn each other, no matter how many times it's done. it is the making of pleasure that can only be pulled by being careful. heâs molding hands and anything you need him to be at that exact moment. a mind that sighted all your tells whenever you're ready. and his right lover will give time to understanding his way rather than assuming they already doâŠ
CLARK KENT â
after days of being used for saving, sex with him will always been see as a way for him to belong to you while his superpower belongs to everyone; therefore, it must always feel like the only time he gets to slow down with you. everything he does has purpose to it, deeply physical in the means of pleasuring you. the feeling of you on his fingertips gets him worked up before anything else. all his super senses pick up on all parts of you, from your skin, to your scent, and down to you drawing near from behind. desire towers up through you showing up for him with your presence. casually being and relaxing in the same room together, without pressure. he doesn't like to rush intimacy, and always thinks of it as something that should be savoured as every part of you needs to be touched before you release. sexual togetherness, for him, is constant warmth. it still tingles his skin when you're not together, and flourishes the more he gives in to feed it. he needs you to feel safe in your own body and trust him, for him to tap into it entirely. he gravitates to lovers who are patient, sure, and grounded. he wants every second of it to be consistent till the end, whilst also wishing to feel wanted in the calmest way possible. to him, sex is the very thing that bring you both close after bring apart for so long. he's a rare stone and unfolding hands, confident in its choice. a being that could remember your touch, blindfolded. and his right lover will stay by him long enough to test that theory...
DIANA PRINCE â
she expects the whole lot of sex to be carried out in a levelled way. intentionally crafted, like she'd earned it, conquered the right to make you feel good. she gets awakened by how long she can hold back before finally giving into your teasing. by the tension that slowly grows the more you circle each other. by someone who understands that anticipation is power. desire, and what it means to her is conscious that is aware of every little thing it's doing; from the touch, to the words spilled and what's left behind when she leaves you. she'll decide to act onto it when it's worth her energy. she likes confidence that feels natural, and orders that don't have arrogance attached to it. someone who can mirror her composure and collide against her with the same strength. being guided by impulsives is nothing, if she can't control it. when she finds someone she wants to lay down with, it's using all that she knows to her advantage. a deep focus on your body's intense reactions. for her, sex is a mix of discipline and desire that she makes work every time. she's the thirst pinned down to perfection. a gradual climb to roughness once you've proven you deserve everything she's 'bout to give you after the wait. and her right lover will stay beneath whilst she stays in control...
TALIA AL GHUL â
sex with her must feel different than what is usually predicted. times that call for unexpectedness. pouring out her bodily wines to intoxicate your mind, which leads to new challenges for you, at her mercy. she gets stirred by otherness. by when, your body surprises her with what it can do, how much it can take. by desire that feels abrupt rather than mapped out with a plan, so far from her usual high-stakes plans when she's out in the world. for her, bonding begins in the mind with imagination, then leaves through curiosity. she craves experimentation. independence. the freedom to explore without shame being forced upon her. some clinginess cools her when it's wanted by her. but control within that same clinginess repels her. she needs intimacy that feels like she had a choice in, never should there be demand. she may seem detached, but her passion for you is intense, itâs simply watered in non-traditional ways. she's drawn to lovers who are open-minded, confident, and unafraid to step away from routine. repetitiveness bores her. strange ideas awakens her. to her, sex is togetherness without standard. it is tension that feeds both the mind and the body. it is desire that doesn't follow rules set by those who paved what the act should be. she's the reflection in the mirror before it shatters. a scheming spider with hands that slithered in all directions. and her right lover won't try to take ownership over her, you'll fascinate her...
SELINA KYLE â
she sees sex as a means to be the stolen object of desire. passionate when it comes time to show herself off to you. unapologetic when it comes to marking her territory like a feline. she gets excited by your attention, eyes on her. by being wanted so openly without shame. the chemistry between you expands when she feels admired, when you're fully there for her and not afraid of her wildness. she never conceals her desire. if she wants someone, it shows in body language, and sometimes, sensual speech. and she craves a lover who mirrors the same confidence and readiness back to her. for her, intimacy comes at a cost of playfulness and fierceness. she wants the heated feeling to be mutual, energy of the body that rises to the top together, rather than you or her restraining yourselves. she's drawn to a bold nature that's not scared to be teased or rejected. eye contact that fights for the other to turn away. hands that are sure of what to do. half met passion is something she hates. she wants to feel chosen as the only one, celebrated for it, and loved with equal want. to her, sex is performance and partnership. it's mating on show. it's being pinned after without ever holding back. she's a diamond shimmer in a chest full of gold. a magnetic flame that thrives on adoration. and her right lover won't seize it's fire, you'll unite to ignite an even bigger flame...
WALLY WEST â
most of the time, he falling into rounds of sex in a way that's instant. setting a power shock that lets him know he's alive. he gets moved by what happens during the moment, which sometimes leaves him wanting to rewind once it's over. by heat that's sure to rise up, fast and unstoppable. teasing will always pass fine by him, but only if it leads somewhere to a worthy end result. he doesn't reach for subtle signs. he closes in on you responding in confidence. someone who wants him all over, just as desperate as he wants you. sexual intimacy, to him, is knowing where you want him once it begins, and not hesitating for a second to speed into position. he likes when you give him a clear heads up to begin. he likes to feel the sparks joining you together, the minute he's in. waiting too long and indecisiveness kills the mood for him, whoâs just bouncing on toes to make you feel good. he's built for passion that feels used to the fullest charge on both sides. a push and pull thatâs kept light and going freely, that never runs into control. he wants the warm radiating off both bodies to fuse together and electrifying the being that is under skin. for him, sex is about igniting what's already there with urgency and without fear. he's the first flame lit in a world so dark. and his right lover won't hold back when reaching for it...
ROY HARPER â
his way of being present during sex can usually be described as safe. it involves a tight emotional connection. he needs to feel like he's desiring, protecting, and understanding you as you lay beneath him, which is why he never gets stimulated by attraction that doesn't dig deep for the heart. without his heart in it, he can't go onwards with you. for him, sexual bonding is open vulnerability. it's the trust that this won't be the last time he touches you. if he senses you being anything that's distracted or distant, then his body shuts down before he's even touched you, and saves for another day. above all else, he wants to be close to you. so close in all your senses and thoughts. skin on skin. energy that's real and true. he prefers lovers who have a mind that pays attention, and a mouth that reassures. his desires awaken alongside his emotions. the more bonded he feels, the more open he becomes. when he feels chosen by you, his passion reaches new depths. to him, sex depends on the other. it's the weaving of the body's feelings. the body lying next to his that's here to stay. he's a drumming heartbeat in loving arms. a pulse beating in an attempt to be free from under the skin. and his right lover will hold him gently once it's all overâŠ
KORIAND'R â
she prefers a tone to sex that goes beyond more than what the human body can endure. weaved by bursts of emotion. almost an outer worldly experience. she gets ignited by the energy you put out before you can even touch her. by your body's atmosphere, to which she orbits. by the feeling that something greater is unfolding beneath your surface. for her, desire is what the universe naturally intended, without logical reasoning. she responds to your tone of voice, your present mood, your ability to make her feel safe enough to softly shine brighter. harshness that attempts to steal her light, shuts her down immediately. gentleness opens her full eclipse. she craves intimacy that feels soulful. eye contact that persists. hands that trace slowly. a lover who understands that the moment's connection is deeper than what happens after. she wants to be carried into something that defeats the barrier of earth's reality. when she trusts someone, her passion is flowing and absorbing. she fuses with you as one. she gives, and feels everything. to her, sex is surrender. it is tenderness and depth merged. sheâs starlight spilling across the night sky. a force that pulls soundless, but wholly. and her right lover will act with her rhythm, not extinguish it...
ZATANNA ZATARA â
to get intimate with her is to understand that it always begins in the circus of her mind. fascination. playful mental images spelled to life. engaging in shared ideas. she gets sparked by conversation before touch comes around. teasing banter, glued eyes, words riddled with double meaning. if you can't meet her mentally, the bond disappears faster than it came. for her, desire forms through wit and teasing. through someone who knows how to talk and listen to told fantasies. silence is always the starter, so long as it feels charged like she's speaking to you with signals, and not awkward. she floats to intimacy when it ranges out on new ideas, new angles and new objects that are somewhat, magically conjured up. playfulness that lets things be unserious but still impactful to your body. she's all for lovers who are quick with their thinking, responses, and expressions. someone who can keep up. someone who can make her laugh and then close the space in between. to her, sex is foreplay that rewards the mind for even controlling the body. it's the sensual use of language. curiosity put to use in exploring bodies. she's the match lit by words. a wicked thought whispered by the devil on the wrong shoulder. and her right lover will feed her imagination and let it seep into the real world...
jason todd has a soft spot for you | fluff | part two
Soft Boyfriend! Jason Todd, who loves to watch you stand over the stove, humming a sweet song while you stir over a decadent composition of ingredients. Itâs your turn to make dinner tonight, and, ever so eager to help ease the burden off your shoulders, he hovers wth questions:
âBaby, what can I do? â; âCanât have you doing all this work for me, can I?â; âNeed me to stir?â But you see the tiredness in his eyesâthe slack in his shoulders weighing him down with exhaustion. You shush him with a feathery kiss and tell him to sit, that you can handle it.
Soft Boyfriend! Jason Todd, who is still unsatisfied that he couldnât be helpful. So he washes the dishes after carrying you to bed. Not because you were tired; in fact, you were laughing infectiously, telling him he was being ridiculous and to put you down. Because he knew you would try to stop him once you saw him inching toward the kitchen sink. Especially after you told him you had it under control.
Soft Boyfriend! Jason Todd, who thought heâd grown numb to love-starved hunger pains after years of emotional malnutrition. But after meeting you, he feeds on every sweet morsel of affection you provide him with a âGod, what did I do to deserve you?â
You trace the sharp outlines of his face and remind him of how good he is to you. His pupils are blown so wide you can barely see the emerald of his eyes peeking through. Â He falls asleep like thisâholding onto you as if you could readily disappearâand slips in repose. You realize how quickly the years melt off him when his fluttering eyelashes finally close.
Soft Boyfriend! Jason Todd, who annotates and dog-ears the pages of novels containing excerpts that remind him of you. Â Heâs a bit embarrassed about it at first, but sheds his shame to read each highlighted quote aloud. Ever so often, his eyes trail back to yours, wondering if you can recognize your beauty in the ink the way he does.
Soft Boyfriend! Jason Todd, who becomes glossy-eyed when you meet his bruised and cut knuckles with a soft kiss and tender hands, soothing each tensed muscle without the inflection of a question or accusation. He coils an arm around you and drowns in your scent, satiating himself until heâs full on every drop of you. Rubs the corners of his eyes raw, each tear imprinting itself on his cheeks as splotchy but tangible evidence of his vulnerability.
Soft Boyfriend! Jason Todd, who gets greedy for skin-to-skin contact. He mumbles into your neck in the morning, eyes still shut and hair mussed from the night before. âWhy do you have so many layers?ââhe trails his icy hands underneath the thin fabric of your shirtââsâwarm. Wish I could crawl into your skin.â You chuckle, mouthing small âweirdoâ. He responds by pecking sticky wet kisses on the expanse of your neck up to the softness of your cheeks.
Soft Boyfriend! Jason Todd, who doesnât get jealous in a possessive or controlling way. And when jealousy does ariseâwhenever someone flirts with you or gets a hand too touchyâit festers internally and heavily. The clunk of his boots rings louder in your apartment; his black fringe weighing at the front of his eyes.
But he doesnât voice it, not explicitly. You think his methods of reaffirming his role as your boyfriend are so subtle itâs almost silly. Especially when he asks you to wear his leather jacket more often, claiming it looks better on you than it does on him. Or when he publicly asks you to check the time on your phone, which, so conveniently, has a photo of the two of you smushed together in a photobooth as its wallpaper.
Soft Boyfriend! Jason Todd, who swallows the thick lump in his throat when you tell him that you love him. Because you see him. You understand that he is not always tender; youâve heard stories of his violent bite. But you also see that his empathy and care are not anomalous but a testament to the person heâs always been. Even if the world suggests otherwise.
a/n: apologies if itâs messy, this came to me while i was half asleep. also someone needs to pry the keyboard from my hands once i start writing over 500 words.
I was tagged by @anthonysperkins to share my favorite first watches of August. Thanks, Michi! đ
The Illiac Passion (1967) // dir. Gregory Markopoulos
All That Jazz (1979) // dir. Bob Fosse
Star 80 (1983) // dir. Bob Fosse
Talk Radio (1988) // dir. Oliver Stone
Retake (2016) // dir. Nick Corporon
To the Stars by Hard Ways (1981) // dir. Richard Viktorov
trying to play matchmaker for Ted and Booster bc you know they're meant to be, only to 'accidentally' end up as their third đđ
OMG YES THIS IS EXACTLY THE VISION đđđđđđ
Planning hang outs at romantic restaurants, or picnics in the park, or intimate movie nights, only to cancel last minute, leaving the two of them alone, but occasionally it back fires when one of them is busy, and you donât wanna leave the other hanging.
Working really hard to get Ted the best, most romantic, birthday gift in the world, and giving it to Booster to give to him. Only for Booster to tell Ted itâs from both of you.
Convincing them to be a bit juvenile and play spin the bottle after a few drinks but as soon as Tedâs spin lands on Booster you dip.
You buy them matching shirts or something else cheesy but one of them gets you your own version too.
Any time youâre alone with one of them youâre constantly talking about how great the other one is:
âIsnât Ted great, he has such a nice smile, right? And heâs so smart, and funny. Couldnât you just listen to him talk for hours?â
âHave you seen Boosters new hair cut? Isnât he so handsome? And strong, did you see him lift that thing for me the other day? Heâs just so charming. Whatâs your favourite thing about him?â
But both of them wind up thinking theyâre dating you, and that youâre just really hot for their BFF and theyâre not adverse to it cause, well, they get it. They see exactly what youâre talking about.
Until one night theyâre alone together, both of them talking about their relationship with you and it starts to dawn on them. âYouâre dating them!? No, you canât be because Iâm dating them!â
They turn up at your place, confused, demanding answers and youâre like âIâm not dating either of you! Youâre dating each other, duh!â
âNo, weâre not!? Are we?!â
âWell, you do go on dates and wear matching clothes. Youâre always touching each other; holding hands, cuddling! Iâve seen you make out before, and not just during spin the bottle, I could totally go one.â
âYeah butâŠâ âWe do all those things too!â âAnd so do we!â  Â
Itâs actually Ted who puts his foot down and points out that by your own logic, the three of you have definitely been dating for weeks, if not months now, almost exclusively.
And itâs Booster who tells you both that actually poly relationships are really common in the 25th century and goes on to suggest that since it seems to be working, you all might as well carry on as you are.
AVPD is a personality disorder in cluster C. 34.91% suffer from alcohol dependence. 19.56% suffer from drug dependence. it is NOT the same as social anxiety disorder (SAD). it is NOT a lack of discipline.
thanks for reading y'all, this turned half informational post half vent, hope you can still appreciate what i'm trying to say.
Chracters react to their civilian partner declaring their hero persona as their âhall passâ. Nsfw by nature lmao.
BONUS) Roy Harper, Wally West, and Conner Kent
âą for Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian click here âą
Requested: Roy was but I wanted the other two đ
a/n: look, I know Roy looks like a disney prince when he cleans up (just see the â23 Titans run lol) but I love the ball cap blue-collar look too much lmao. Uh Konâs looks like the longest, probably bc I was in the middle of reading a Superboy comic while writing this. Whoops
Itâs a night on the town. With a few drinks and a few of your boyfriendâs friends, youâve got some great company, even if you donât know them well. Theyâre obviously other masks, even as theyâre trying to be all secretive and not âtalk about workâ as they put it when someone accidentally brings something up around you. Eh, it doesnât really matter to you right now, youâre having a great time just hanging on your boyfriendâs arm.
You donât really remember much of the conversation, you werenât really listening, too caught up in snuggling and snoozing into your boyfriendâs biceps. But apparently they had started talking about hall passes, for some reason? You know, the game that couples play where they each pick a celebrity or a few and agree that they can sleep with that celeb if theyâre ever given the chance and their significant other canât be mad? And they had gotten your attention just to interrogate you on the subject.
âCâmon Y/n, just a simple question, if you had to choose, anyone in the world, whoâd be your hall pass?â
âYou donât have to answer that,â your boyfriend soothed, petting your hair, âjust go back to ignoring them,â
âOhh, instant deflection. Are you scared of their answer?â Jason taunted.
âNo, heâs right! Y/n, you donât have tell these assholes anything,â Dick came to your defense as he put his glass down in order to stare daggers at his friends.
âDickâs just saying that because he got his ass embarrassed to all hell the other night by his partnerâs hall pass,â Tim sneered.
âI am not!â
âSure you arenâtââ
You didnât hear the rest of the shouting, too busy with the idea that youâd just gotten⊠An evil idea. You could definitely embarrass your boyfriend too. Especially since he doesnât know that you know. You know, what you know.
âUh. Well,â you straightened up in your seat, âI do have one, I think. Itâs really goodâŠâ
That peaked everyoneâs interest, even Dick stopped fighting with Tim. They leaned forward in their seats just slightly to hear you better. Honestly, your boyfriend had this coming. Dragging you here just to show you off to his bros.
âWell come on. Share with the class,â Tim urged.
âI think, I would have to chooseââ
[Roy]
âArsenal,â
âReally?â Roy raised a brow, âArsenal,â
A smile tugs at his lips. He canât say he was expecting that but itâs a pleasant surprise.
âYeah. Heâs hot. Like really hot. Ruggedly handsome,â
âYou got a thing for red-heads, Y/n?â Jason was teasing Roy more than you.
âMaybe,â you played coy, âthe muscles donât hurt either,â
Roy lifted the mug of beer to his mouth, trying not to look smug. He works hard, so why shouldnât his partner appreciate him both in and out? If anything, this just proves to him that heâs good at what he does.
âSeriously though, have you seen his hands? The sexiest thing Iâve ever seen. And you know after decades of archery, he knows exactly how to curl those two fingersââ
Roy spit the beer right back into the mug, sputtering. You smirked.
âBut you know heâs gotta be incredibly skilled with other things too. I mean heâs been on how many hero teams now? And that sweaty baseball cap gives him such sexy handyman vibe, you know what Iâm saying?â you patted your manâs arm, âLike you, Roy,â
âJust like you, Roy,â Dick was way too happy to tease him.
Royâs face was redder than his hair at this point, âShut UP, Dickhead,â
âLook boys Iâm just saying,â you paused for a second to bite your lip before dishing out the killing blow, âArsenal could put his arrow in my sheathe any day,â
âOh my god..â you heard your boyfriend whimper next to you, hand over his face in exasperation. Goal Achieved.
âHeâs so scrappy, heâs so sexyââ
âOh Kay,â Roy interrupted you, springing up, âI think itâs time for another person to have their turn at this game,â
The whole table laughed. Laughing at his misery. Horrible, horrible friends he has.
âItâs okay, Babe,â you patted his bicep as you melted back into him, âYouâre still my favorite red-headed muscle hunk. No one could ever replace you, Roy G. Biv,â
He scoffed, playfully rolling his eyes. Fine. Arsenalâs gonna be putting his arrow in your sheathe alright. He wasnât just gonna let you get away with this, even if you didnât really know the extent of what you were doing. And he canât lie, your compliments look good on him.
But heâs gotta get through this night first.
âHow bout you, Jason?â Roy tried turning this on the guy who started the whole thing, his asshole best friend.
âOh I pick Arsenal too,â Jason answered without hesitation.
Roy just glared at him and his stupid shit-eating grin. You cracked up.
You know, Jasonâs pretty funny. Maybe youâll tell him first so you two can collaborate on a plan to prank tell Roy you know about his vigilante life. No way Jason wonât be down for that.
You reached up and gave Roy a kiss on the jaw. He didnât say anything, but he looked down at you, face softening from annoyance into something much more loving. He pressed a quick kiss to your nose before rejoining the conversation which was now apparently about how hot Tim thought Steven Yeun was. Yeah, itâs gonna be good night.
[Wally]
âThe Flash,â
Wally narrowed his eyes as he turned in his seat to face you, âWhich Flash?â
âUh, Keystone, obviously,â
âPhew,â Wally let out the breath he was holding, âgood,â
He returned to the mug of beer that didnât do anything for his hummingbird metabolism to try and play it cool.
You feined irritation, âwhy? Whatâs wrong with Central Flash?â
âNothing, nothing,â he put up his hands in a placating motion, âheâs just not as young as Keystone. Or as hot as Keystone. Or as cool as Keystone. Orââ
âOh, do you want to make this a threesome?â you deadpanned as Wally balked, âI didnât think youâd have such strong opinions on which Flash Iâd want to fuck.â
âI⊠Donât.â
âReally? So you have no problem with me making sweet love to that handsome Central City Flash? No problem at all?â
Wally felt his eye twitch. He was 90% sure you were purposefully messing with him now⊠Which meant something he wasnât really ready to unpack right here at the table in front of god and every nosy civilian in the pub.
âNo,â he said through gritted teeth, ânot at allâ
Dick leaned forward, âPsst, hey Y/n, do you want Central Flashâs number?â he staged whispered to you, âI uhâ he worked with us at the BlĂŒd PD for a case, see,â
âOh, yeah, I remember. You told me all about that,â Roy added with a wink, âHeâs such a great guy, Y/n. You should totally take Dick up on this,â
âIâm not talking to either of you ever again,â Wally stated very seriously as he possessively pulled you closer to him.
You chuckled, âThanks, but Iâll pass, Dickââ
Wally loosened his grip on you in relief.
âNot unless you have Keystoneâs number too. I was just joking about Central but Iâm serious about Keystone,â you giggled as Wally squeaked.
âOh whatâs so great about him, huh?â Wally huffed in annoyance.
Wait, is he getting jealous of himself right now?
You looked at him, not missing the flush on his freckled cheeks or the little pinch in his expression as he pointedly looked away from you. Oh my god, heâs actually getting jealous of himself right now. Jesus, heâs adorable.
âKeystoneâs just the sweetest, okay? He saved me from Weather Wizard last week and he was so sweet and funny,â
Yeah, Wally remembers that. Which also reminded him that youâre talking about him right now. Suddenly, heâs feeling a little silly.
âHe carried me bridal style, and took me really far away from the battle downtown, and he even gave me a kiss on the cheek before he ran off!â
Okay, now Dick was a little more interested, âDid he now?â
Shit. Okay so he thinks he knows how you found out. Oopsies.
Wally straightened up in his seat. If Dick brings it up later, heâll will just tell him the truth, that he loves and trusts you enough that he doesnât think this is a big deal. Or a deal at all. This relationship was starting to get serious anyway, might as well take the leap.
âHe did, no lie,â you laughed as you pressed your face back into your boyfriendâs bicep, âBut Iâm kidding, really. I donât want either of their numbers,â you looked back up at the red-headed red-faced boy you were cuddling, âI just want Wally,â
He pressed a kiss to your forehead.
[Kon]
âSuperboy!â
âSuperboy?â Kon fake coughed, âI mean, Superboy?â
He didnât sound any more nonchalant. You grinned.
âIâm sorry Conner, I have a type,â you dramatically brushed your hair back, âand itâs boys whoâre jacked and kind,â
âI thought it was âbad boysââ
âSeriously?â you rolled your eyes, âA punked out leather jacket and fingerless gloves donât make him a bad boy. He saves kittens from trees, for fuckâs sake,â
âYou can like kittens and still be a bad boy,â he gestured to make his point, âI like kittens,â
âYouâre not a bad boy either, Conner,â
He put his hand on his chest, making a horribly exaggerated wounded noise. You giggled and gave his shoulder an affectionate headbutt, like the aforementioned kittens.
âItâs fine, Babe. Bad boys arenât sexy. You know whatâs sexy? Compassion,â
âOh my God,â Kon rolled his eyes with his whole head, âyou got anymore lines straight from a youth pastorâs mouth?â he teased you.
You put your hand up in a hear me out gesture, âIâm just saying. I donât just want to fuck his sexy body, I want to fuck his sexy soul,â
âPfft,â he shook his head, âOkay Y/n,â
âPlusâŠâ you bit your lip, âWho knows what kind of.. creative things we could get up to with that telekinesis stuff heâs gotâŠâ
You heard Tim choke on his drink and start laughing. Conner flushed next to you. He doesnât fluster easily, so this is a rare treat.
âOh, trust me, he can,â Tim wiggled his eyebrows.
âThatâs right, you dated him for like a week, didnât you?â
No, the paparazzi just caught Kon bringing Tim a latte one morning while in his Superboy gear and the tabloids went wild. They had to stage a fake breakup and everything. After that whole fiasco, Kon learned to be a lot more sneaky with his coffee deliveries. Which has come in handy while dating you, of course.
âSee, Tim agrees with me, itâs so hot,â you teased, âWait, Tim, do you still talk to him? Can you get me a date?â
Tim smirked wickedly like the good friend he was, âOh I can totally set you guys up,â
âSweet,â
âWell, thatâs Too Bad, Y/n,â Kon pulled his arm out of your grasp to cross them over his chest, âbecause, as you have said, Superboy is a great guy, who would not want to help you cheat on your boyfriend with him,â
âHmmm. Youâre rightâŠâ you said with mock thoughtfulness, âI guess Iâll just have to break up with you first. Just shoot off a quick âweâre overâ text as soon as me and Superboy meet,â
âWhatââ
âIâm sorry Conner, but who am I to let my boyfriend stop me from meeting my husband?â
âWaitâŠâ
Kon just stared at you blankly. You held a straight face for as long as you could.
ââŠI canât tell if youâre actually considering leaving me for Superboy right now,â he said in astonishment.
And you broke. Conner was smiling too now, because that awful snort laughter you thought was ugly? He thought was the most adorable thing in the world.
âNo Baby,â you pulled him back into your embrace, âI wouldnât leave you for anyone. Not even Superboy,â
âPinky promise,â he smirked as he held up his pinky.
âPinky promise,â you hooked your pinky with his.
And then used your other hand to grab his face and shove your tongue down his throat. Conner responded in kind.
âUGH GUYS. REALLY?â Dick squawked across the table.
Kon flipped him off, not leaving your lips. He didnât really care if they saw or if fucking Nightwing had anything to say about it. Because yeah, heâs kind of a bad boy, no matter what you say.
And you know what? Maybe heâll make your dreams reality tonight. Even the weird tk ones. It wasnât called tactile telekinesis for nothing.
âCanât let my boyfriend stop me from meeting my husbandâ psssh. Oh, heâll show you husband alright.
Don't get it wrong, he's a complete amateur when it comes to sex. The first time you two fucked, he cried. So this little discovery, it was an accident, truly. He didn't mean to get carried away but you were squeezing him so good, and the pretty sounds you were making had his knees giving out.
At first, he had you face down, feeding you those deep strokes, the kind that leaves you breathless. But then he began to move, pushing at the curves of your hips, then your spine, forcing you down until your tummy presses against the soft sheets. And he can't help it, naturally wherever you go, he follows. So he lays himself right on top of you, he's so big too. Big thighs cage around your ass, grinding real deep and slow. Itâs downright sinful. Jason Peter Todd in all his 6'1 glory, smothering you against the mattress and it's like something inside him clicks. His mind wonât shut the hell up because suddenly, youâve gone all soft and pliant, and heâs whispering real filthy, âjust needed some good dick, huh?â
His mind is so fucked out, he hasnât realized how good heâs been fucking you until he registers your squirming and soft whining beneath him. Sometimes he forgets how big he is, all of him. Because in this position, he basically kisses your cervix. Heâs taking his time, itâs torturous, the slow drag of his hips, and the way he bullies his way back in- pushing up against that sweet spot that makes you cream.
Heâs got his lips pressed against your ear, cooing and shushing you so sweetly when you say you canât take anymore. One hand pushing past your hips to pet at your sensitive clit, and you paw at his wrist- a weak attempt at pushing him away. Itâs too much, heâs too big and heâs talking so fucking nasty in your ear you just canât take it.
But every time you try to shut your legs in protest, his thighs flex and his ankles lock around yours, easily pushing them back open. Wordlessly saying, âtake it, take it, take itâ.
And after fucking you through your third orgasm, this man has the audacity to blush. Shoving his face into your neck but at some point, his mind gets all hazy. He latches his canines onto your throat and you cum. Still fucking you through the mattress, he works you up to your fourth. And when you finally come down, you sob out a half-hearted âmeanâ, but he doesnât budge- just hushes you with a sickly sweet âdid so good, babyâ.
