"This girl's life is just trauma bingo".

Thinking about Dick Grayson finding your old diary. Specifically the page where you made a checklist of all of the things your ideal boyfriend should be and have.

Snooping wasn't his initial intention. He just happened to find it while helping you move into your new shared apartment.

When it fell from a secluded shelf in your closet, a moral dilemma took place in his mind. Clearly, you didn't want anyone to find it, but it was luring him in like a siren song.

After thinking about it carefully — and making sure you were still in the kitchen, packing your extensive mug collection — he decided to quickly leaf though it, trying not to actually read anything.

His intentions were good, he swears, but he can't help but linger on a particular page titled, in bold, pink glittery letters 'dream boyfriend'.

A smirk appears on his face as he reads some of the items.

- nice biceps

- obsessed with me

- puppy dog eyes

- makes me laugh

- dark hair light eyes combo

"What are you doing?"

Your horrified voice startles Dick, but he recovers fast as you try to snatch your diary from his hands. Like the annoying boyfriend he is, he quickly moves it behind his back, forcing you to step closer to him.

"Wow," he teases, "looks like you won the lottery, sweetheart."

The way he says the pet name is condescending, infuriatingly so, and after an initial moment of confusion, you remember the silly list you made when you were in highschool.

"Give it back!" you order, struggling to pry the damn thing from his hands.

"No need to be embarrassed about it. I'm glad to know I'm your type. It's actually kinda creepy how accurate this is."

Embarrassment floods your face, but you don't give up on trying to retrieve the diary — to later burn it, of course. You place your hands on his strong shoulders, using them as leverage to try and reach for his raised hand holding it.

The new position brings your face closer to his, and his eyes immediately fall to your lips. Without thinking about it too much, he starts kissing you, and slowly, he moves both of his hands to your hips, desperate to hold you.

Taking advantage of the distraction, you snatch the diary form his hand and run to the other end of the room. Dick lets out a groan, more annoyed about you interrupting the kiss than anything else.

"Glad to know you're obsessed with me. I can check that off the list," you state triumphantly.

A/N: Found my own list in my notes app and here we are.

warnings: yandere, hints to dubcon, pregnant! Reader, dick and his breeding kink, restraints, captivity, use of iv, dude is straight up in love man idk, mdni

Mmmm, about ten? Twelve?

Dick would probably laugh when he says it too - he knows the number is absolutely ridiculous.

He'd be curled up beside you with his head propped on one hand, the other spread warmly over your swollen belly. Your first. He keeps rubbing small, soothing motions whenever the baby moves, smiling as if the world is in his palm.

One of your wrists is cuffed to the bedpost. Your other arm rests beside you with an IV drip feeding fluids and nutrients into your vein.

Dick barely seems to notice either.

"Ten might be a little ambitious," he admits, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth. "We can start with six and see how you feel."

He says it with that soft, teasing smile, like you're discussing what color to paint the baby room instead of how many pregnancies your body can actually handle.

Then he starts talking about houses.

"Clark says farm life isn't bad. Fresh air, lots of room for the kids to run around." His fingers tap gently against your belly. "We'd still be close enough to Gotham. And Bruce has all that land near the manor just sitting there. I'm sure he'd give us a piece if I asked nicely." Dick pauses and ponders for a second too long. "Or if I offer to name the baby after him."

He laughs at his own joke and presses another kiss to your cheek, then your temple, then the damp corner of your eye.

"Hey. Don't cry."

His thumb wipes the tear away before it can travel down the apple of your cheek.

"I know it's scary right now, but you're doing so well. You're eating. You're sleeping. The baby's healthy." His smile softens as his hand settles over your belly again. "We're healthy."

As though the cuff around your wrist is simply part of the decor.

"I never thought I'd get this," he whispers. "A proper family. One that's mine."

His blue eyes meet yours.

"Someone who can't leave."

Then the sweetness returns so quickly you could almost convince yourself you imagined it. His fingers drift down to your inner thigh while he peppers light kisses across your face, murmuring about nurseries, first steps, and which of his siblings would be the worst babysitter.

When his hand slips between your legs, his smile turns unbearably fond.

"Already wet for me? I knew we'd fall in love."

Office Siren

Dick Grayson x fem! reader x Bruce Wayne

Summary: Bruce catches Dick's productivity declining since you've been hired as his personal assistant, and decides to check in on the two of you. Once he meets you, he decides he wants you for himself

TW: blowjob, messing around under the table, smutty, Dick and Bruce fighting

A/n: this is a great example of what NOT to do in the workplace. this is NOT inspo

Bruce stood frozen in the doorway, his jaw clenching so hard the muscle ticked under his skin. The scene in front of him was an absolute train wreck. Dick sitting behind his executive desk, flushed and panting, his hands gripping onto someone’s hair under the desk.

Then came a muffled voice from beneath the mahogany desk "Dick, I swear to God —mmph, if you push me down one more time—mmmmhph— I’m going to bite you”

You crawled out from under the well of the desk, sitting back on your heels with zero shame. Your skirt was tossed somewhere near the paper shredder,  and your blouse was unbuttoned down to your ribs, with your bra tossed carelessly over the lamp, lipstick smudged all over your chin. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, made a face, and looked up.

When your eyes hit Bruce Wayne’s frame towering in the doorway, you sighed resting your chin on Dick’s knee.

"Oh, fantastic," your voice dripped with lazy sarcasm. "Sir, don't they teach you how to knock? Some of us are trying to earn our keep here."

"Uh…..B. Hey!" Dick said awkwardly, frantically zipping his trousers and nearly catching his own skin. He threw his hands up defensively. "It’s—it’s not what it looks like!"

"Dick, shut up," you scoffed, reaching up to snag your bra off the lamp and casually swinging it around your index finger. "My throat was literally wrapped around your dick five seconds ago. What else could it possibly look like? A team-building exercise?"

Bruce’s steel-blue eyes locked onto you, tracking the movement as you pulled your bra over your shoulders, not even bothering to button your blouse over it.

"Head doesn't count, B!" Dick blurted out, his face burning bright red. "No sex! I was stressed! She was helping me destress!"

"Head doesn't count?" Bruce repeated flatly. "You're on the seventy-second floor of Wayne Enterprises, Richard. On the clock."

"It's called executive privileges, Sir, look it up," you chimed in, tossing your hair back and finally buttoning your blouse. Completely crookedly, off by two buttons, still missing your skirt. "Besides, I’m his personal assistant. Emphasis on personal. I’d say I’m performing my duties above and beyond."

"You were a flight attendant three weeks ago," Bruce said, shutting the heavy oak door behind him with a click. "Before that, a junior reporter. And now you’re actively tanking my quarterly revenue because my son can't keep his dick in his pants past noon."

You leaned back against the edge of the desk, crossing your bare legs and looking Bruce dead in the eye with a smirk "Hey, my resume is dynamic, sir. Adaptability is a soft skill. And for the record, I’m the best damn assistant he’s had. Ask him! I book his meetings and give him a nice fuck before each”

"She handles my calendar!" Dick offered lamely, looking panicked as his eyes bounced between you and Bruce's mounting rage.

"She's handling your dick, Richard," Bruce argued, stepping straight into Dick’s space. "She’s been coasting on charm for years, but Wayne Corp isn't running on your good looks. You’re three weeks behind on the Gotham harbor development reports, and I find her with a mouthful of your dick?”

"Don't talk about her like that!" Dick stood up, towering over the desk to get in Bruce's face. "And don't talk to her like she's trash! She works for me."

"She works for Wayne Corp. Which means she works for me," Bruce pointed out. Not flinching an inch as Dick tried to puff out his chest. Bruce’s gaze drifted over Dick’s shoulder, dropping down to you, taking in your bare hips and your smudged lipstick. "Though looking at her... I can see why your focus died. You're out of your depth, Dick.”

You laughed, resting your chin in your hand. "Oh? And I suppose you know how to, Mr. Wayne? Or is your idea of sex just giving a woman your credit card, and fifteen minutes on your schedule?"

Dick snapped his head back toward you, his jaw dropping. "Do not provoke him!"

"I'm just asking!" you hummed, pushing off the desk and taking a step toward Bruce. "He comes in here, throwing his weight around, judging my work ethic. Meanwhile, Sir, you look like you haven't been properly blown since Christmas”

Bruce’s eyes narrowed. He closed the distance between you, stepping right past Dick until he was standing so close that the front of his jacket brushed your bare ribs.

"You want to talk about my schedule, sweetheart?" Bruce purred, the vibration sent an involuntary ripple of heat straight down your spine. He reached out his right hand, taking a firm grip on your ass, digging into the skin beneath your lace panties, tugging on the elastic. "You're reckless and wildly unqualified. But you've got a filthy mouth, and Dick clearly doesn't have the spine to put a leash on it."

"Try me," you whispered, leaning up on your tiptoes "Put a leash on it. I dare you."

"Get your hands off her, Bruce!" Dick argued, shoving his way between you two and grabbing Bruce by his suit lapels. "Seriously! I'll knock your teeth out!"

Bruce clamped a hand over Dick’s wrist, twisting it just enough to break the grip and force Dick back against the desk with a heavy thud.

"Control yourself, Richard," Bruce commanded softly, his eyes never leaving you as you leaned against the desk "You're embarrassing yourself. You can't even keep her satisfied without her looking over your shoulder for an upgrade."

"You bastard—" Dick lunged again, but you smoothly stepped right into the middle of them, putting one hand on Dick’s chest and the other on Bruce’s lapel.

"Boys, boys, please," you rolled your eyes, looking back and forth between Dick's furiously possessive face and Bruce's amused look. "If you're going to kill each other, at least let me grab a glass of scotch first. This is the best entertainment I’ve had all week."

Bruce looked down at your hand on his chest, then brought his gaze back up to your eyes. "Put your skirt on," he ordered softly, his thumb reaching out to catch your lower lip, pressing hard enough to drag across your teeth before smearing the last of your lipstick into a stain. "And pack your desk. As of five minutes ago, you're transferred."

You tilted your head, "Transferred? Where? HR?"

"To my private suite," Bruce whispered, leaning down so his lips brushed the shell of your ear. "My assistant just got fired. Let's see if you can keep my dick in my pants during board meetings."

"Bruce, don't you fucking dare!" Dick argued, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you back against his chest  "She’s not going anywhere with you!"

Bruce pulled a crisp handkerchief from his breast pocket, casually wiped your lipstick off his thumb, and tossed the cloth right onto Dick’s chest.

"Eight AM tomorrow. Don't be late," Bruce said smoothly, turning on his heel toward the door. He paused at the handle, looking back over his shoulder at you with a smirk. "And don't bother wearing underwear. It just wastes my time."

The heavy door clicked shut behind him.

Dick whirled you around, gripping your hips so hard his knuckles turned white, his chest heaving as he stared into your eyes. "Tell me you're not going. Tell me you're staying down here with me. You're mine."

"Oh, Dick," you whispered, winding your arms around his neck and dragging him down for a messy kiss. "I think I just got a major promotion."

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."

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?

that’s all I got……..adios

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

Sucker for you

featuring: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Duke Thomas, Bruce Wayne, Wally West, Clark Kent, Hal Jordan

warning: MDNI 18+, suggestive (Jason, Hal, Bruce), fluff

A/N: Thank you so much!! I’m glad you like the SMAUs 🫶🏻 I had a lot of fun doing these, and I hope you enjoy reading this <33

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✶ GOOD FOR NOTHING!

synopsis ⠀:: ⠀ the moments when they get insecure in your relationship.

including ⠀! ⠀ bruce wayne. dick grayson. jason todd. tim drake. damian wayne. ✶

contents ⠀! ⠀ fem reader. obsession. angst. fluff? masterlist. english is not my first language. ✶

BRUCE WAYNE

Bruce doesn't get insecure because another man is richer.

Or younger.

Or prettier.

Bruce gets insecure when you look happy.

Really happy.

The kind of happiness that has nothing to do with him.

You come back from lunch with friends and you're smiling.

You tell him some stupid story.

Something insignificant.

And he listens.

He even smiles.

But something cold starts growing inside his chest.

Because for a second—

A single second—

You forgot him.

You existed outside his orbit.

And Bruce hates how much that bothers him.

Hates it.

Because he knows it isn't normal.

Love shouldn't feel threatened by independence.

Love shouldn't ache when the person you adore proves they can survive without you.

But Bruce has buried everyone.

Parents.

Partners.

Children, in some ways.

Every person he loves becomes a ghost eventually.

So when he sees proof that you have a life beyond him, beyond Gotham, beyond this endless nightmare—

Something ugly whispers:

"She'll leave too."

Not because you stopped loving him.

Because one day you realize you can be happy somewhere else.

And Bruce has never been able to compete with peace.

That's why he watches you sleep.

Not because you're beautiful.

(Though you are.)

Because unconscious, you're still here.

Still his.

Still choosing to stay.

At least for tonight.

DICK GRAYSON

Dick's insecurity comes from being loved too easily.

Nobody talks about that part.

Everybody loves Dick.

That's the problem.

Everyone wants a piece of him.

Everybody gets a smile.

A joke.

A hug.

A piece of his heart.

Eventually he starts wondering if there's anything left that actually belongs to him.

Then he meets you.

And suddenly he's selfish.

Violently selfish.

For the first time in his life he doesn't want to share.

Not your attention.

Not your affection.

Not the version of you that laughs so hard you snort.

That version belongs to him.

At least that's what the ugly part of him thinks.

Then one day he catches you laughing at somebody else's joke.

And something inside him cracks.

Because that's his thing.

Making you laugh.

Making you look at him like he's sunlight.

And now somebody else did it.

It's ridiculous.

Pathetic.

He knows that.

But Dick has spent his entire life being replaced.

First by new Robins.

Then by new heroes.

Then by new priorities.

The world always keeps moving.

So sometimes he looks at you and sees the future.

A future where you're still smiling.

Still laughing.

Still alive.

And he's the only thing missing.

The thought makes him physically sick.

Not angry.

Not jealous.

Just heartbroken.

Like mourning a death that hasn't happened yet.

JASON TODD

Jason's insecurity smells like blood.

It always comes back to blood.

You touch his face one night.

Nothing special.

Just your hand on his cheek.

Soft.

Careful.

Like you're handling something fragile.

And Jason almost pulls away.

Because all he can think about is the corpse.

The boy in the warehouse.

The body left in a coffin.

The thing he became afterward.

You look at him like he's a man.

Jason looks at himself and sees a dead dog.

A mistake wearing human skin.

The insecurity doesn't come when another man flirts with you.

Jason can put a bullet through that problem.

The insecurity comes when you're kind.

When you're gentle.

When you're patient.

Because he doesn't understand why.

You should be scared of him.

Everybody else is.

You should see the violence under his skin.

The rage.

The ugliness.

Instead you kiss him.

And every kiss feels like you're forgiving something he hasn't confessed.

That's what fuck him up.

Not the fear that you'll leave.

The fear that if you ever really saw him—

Every piece of him—

You'd finally run.

And he'd have no right to stop you.

TIM DRAKE

Tim doesn't become insecure.

He becomes obsessed.

There's a difference.

Insecurity implies uncertainty.

Tim doesn't doesn't understand uncertainty.

He gathers evidence.

Creates patterns.

Builds timelines.

You take seventeen minutes longer to answer.

He notices.

You use a different emoji.

He notices.

You seem tired around him.

He notices.

Soon he's drowning in data.

Thousands of tiny details.

All meaningless.

All devastating.

Because the truth is simple.

Tim has never believed he was lovable.

Useful?

Absolutely.

Necessary?

Without question.

Lovable?

No.

People need Tim Drake.

They need Robin.

They need Red Robin.

They need the detective.

The strategist.

The genius.

But him?

Just him?

Tim isn't convinced that person exists.

So he starts testing reality.

Do you still smile when he's exhausted?

Do you still reach for him when he's quiet?

Do you still love him when he has nothing left to give?

Every answer is yes.

Every single answer.

And somehow that makes it worse.

Because if you love him this much—

Then you have the power to kill him.

And Tim knows better than anyone what happens when someone gets access to your weakest point.

DAMIAN WAYNE

Damian's insecurity is almost unbearable to see.

Because it hides under arrogance.

You won't see it at first.

You'll think he's annoyed.

Offended.

Insufferable.

Then you'll realize he's hurting.

Damian spent his childhood earning affection like a soldier earns medals.

Perform.

Win.

Perfect.

Repeat.

Love was never given.

It was awarded.

Conditional.

Temporary.

One mistake and it vanished.

And then there's you.

You loved him on days he lost.

You loved him when he was cruel.

You loved him when he was stubborn.

And Damian never learned how to trust that.

So every time you praise somebody else—

His stomach drops.

Not because he's jealous.

Because he's terrified.

The fear is immediate.

Primitive.

Childlike.

"What if she sees someone better?"

"What if she realizes I am not enough?"

"What if she leaves?"

He hates himself for it.

Despises it.

The son of Batman.

The grandson of Ra's al Ghul.

Reduced to this.

Reduced to lying awake at three in the morning listening to you breathe.

Checking.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Making sure you're still there.

Sometimes you'll wake up and find him staring.

Not because he's being creepy.

Because for one horrible moment he dreamed you left.

And when Damian opened his eyes, he needed proof that reality hadn't followed you out the door.

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Pairing: Dick Grayson x fem!girlfriend!reader

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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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.

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!!

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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.

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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.

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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.”

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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???”

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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.”

But later that night?

•He’s noticeably clingier.

• Hand on your waist.

•Pulling you closer.

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.

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?!?"

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⋆ starring: dick, jason, wally ⋆ cw: f!reader, pre-relationship texts, idiots in love trope, jealousy, fluff, swearing ⋆ a/n: LEGENDARY LOVERSSSSSSS!!!!!! WE COULD BEEEE LEGENDAAAAAAARYYYYY NANANANANA

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