You and Dick Grayson become roommates because it makes sense on paper.

You’re already always together. You already share groceries. You already sleep in the same space more often than not. Signing a lease just makes it official in a way that doesn’t actually change anything.

Your apartment quickly stops feeling like it belongs to either of you individually. His jackets hang by the door next to yours. Your stuff fills his shelves. The bathroom counter is a blend of both your routines, products you’ve silently agreed you both use. You share sock and underwear drawers.

Mornings are quiet and familiar.

You shuffle into the kitchen half-awake, hair a mess, still blinking sleep from your eyes. Dick is already there, leaning against the counter, scrolling on his phone with a mug in his hand. You pass behind him to grab the coffee pot and, without thinking, give his ass a light, absent-minded slap as you go by.

“Hi,” he says easily, not even looking up.

“Hey,” you reply, pouring coffee.

That’s it. That’s the interaction. It doesn’t register as anything worth noting.

Touch just exists between you. You move each other out of the way with hands on hips and shoulders. He rests his chin on your head when he reads over your shoulder. You sit between his knees on the floor while he stretches, leaning back against him like it’s where you’re meant to be.

Sometimes you shower together. Not in a sexy way.

Just practical.

You complain about the water being too hot. He adjusts it. You wash his back when he’s sore. He hands you your towel when you step out first. You talk about assignments, about dinner, about nothing at all, steam curling around you like privacy.

You sleep wherever is closest.

Your bed. His bed. The couch. The floor if you’re both too tired to move after watching something stupid at two in the morning. You wake up with limbs tangled, his arm heavy over your waist, your knee hooked over his thigh. If one of you stirs, the other shifts instinctively to make room.

Dick changes in front of you without hesitation. You do the same. You’ve both seen everything there is to see, scars, bruises, exhaustion written into muscle and posture. It stopped being notable a long time ago.

You share food constantly. He feeds you bites without looking because he knows when you’re about to steal one anyway. You wipe sauce off his mouth with your thumb like it’s a reflex. He kisses your temple when you yawn.

There is no moment where either of you stops and reevaluates.

No dawning realization. No internal oh.

Dick is just your best friend. Your roommate. The person whose presence feels like furniture, always there, always right, never questioned. And you are the same to him.

If this isn’t how everyone lives with their friends, you never notice.

And even if it isn’t?

It feels normal enough to you.

© 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐍𝐌𝐔𝐍 ﹒ est 2026

hates me, not?

short | smut | dry-humping | begging — mean!reader

"Sit down and shut up," she shoves him down into the chair in front of her, promptly strapping his arms in place.

He lets her, because where else would he rather be?

They’d been playing this silly game of cat and mouse for a while, throwing spiteful remarks at opposite ends of an endless war that didn’t even really concern them. She saw his obsession with her, through and through.

⌗ PARENT TEACHER CONFERENCE

⤿ BRUCE WAYNE despised parent-teacher conferences, they always felt repetitive and unnecessary. Then he met Damian's english teacher for the first time, and he wasn't able to keep his mind off of you.

⌗ KENTS AND WAYNES

⤿ DICK GRAYSON loved you, so very much. So much, in fact, that he was willing to do a dinner. Specifically, a family dinner that joined the Kents... and his family.

challengers

 Her hands are in Clark Kent’s hair to hold him in place between her thighs and her eyes are locked on Bruce Wayne from where he watches them in the window across from hers. He thinks he’s discreet, dressed in his all-black getup, shrouded by the darkness of his room. He thinks she can’t see him there in his dark hat and mask and binoculars, greedily taking in every gyrate of her hips, every bite of her lip, every heavy breath inflating and deflating her chest.

 Clark licks a firm stripe up her slit and hooks either of his arms around her thighs to anchor her down when her hips instinctively buck into his face. She loses her focus on Bruce for a moment to screw her eyelids shut, a string of hurried curses tumbling from her lips. 

⌗ POSITIVE

⤿ BRUCE WAYNE had enough going on in his life. Though, you were a part of that life, you knew that there were aspects you couldn't even begin to fathom. But, you knew the last thing he needed was another baby, or so you assumed.

AHHH loved it so much 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 Bruce being an absolute loving husband 10/10 ,

He's everywhere

how can we go back to being friends?☆⋆

SUMMARY: You hook up with your best friend, Jason, and now you don’t know how to act around each other.

WARNINGS: implied sex, mentions of sex (obvi)

TAGS: FLUFF chat it’s fluff, idiots in love, confessions and kisses, flower bouquets girlies i’m here for you, reader and Jason are overthinkers i fear, jason’s been down bad for a long time, implied(?) size difference? non explicit flash backs to the sex. ‘fuck’ is said like twice.

ᯓ★ NOTES:was this inspired by that sombr song? no actually but it fits perfectly hence the name. i hate the ending ngl, i wanted to write some lovey-dovey dialogue but im so tired that i blanked out so bad😭😭

You couldn’t bring yourself to call it a mistake.

That’s because it wasn’t. It wasn’t a drunken onetime shenanigan or a ‘spur of the moment’ collapse in judgment from both sides. It was, however, a deliberate result of endless teasing, ‘harmless’ flirting, casual codependency and being the literal centre of each other’s worlds.

There was no denying it anymore, you were in love with your best friend. In love with Jason.

…What the hell are you supposed to do now?

Well now, or rather for the past 10 minutes, you were panic walking through your entire apartment, gnawing on your lower lip. Precisely, 11 minutes ago, Jason texted you that he was coming over. Already a red flag, Jason never announced or informed when he was going to come over, he had an extra key, he always just let himself in.

Onto that, for as long as you’d known Jason, he was never one for relationships, one-night-stands here and there. A singular serious-ish relationship. But other than that, nothing, zilch. So there was a very very real possibility that he’s about the end your friendship—whatever the heck you too have now, all for good. Gone. Just thinking about it made your heart burn.

Your entire body flinches, snaps out of your thought bubble as the sound of the doorbell shrieks through the space.

He’s here. He’s here and you still haven’t decided what to say or do or what direction your friendship is going to take now. You are neither equipped for this, nor were ready.

You walk up to your front door, stretching on your toes to look through the peep-hole to see the man you, contrary to the usual happiness, were dreading to see this time.

The sex was good, great, the best of your entire life. The aftercare was just as good. The two of you smiling, giggling, it was soft, precious, intimate and a million other positive adjectives.

But then Jason disappeared in the morning. Well, he didn’t ghost you. You woke up to an empty bed, a post it saying something about Bats needing to see him and that he’d already prepared your favourite breakfast which waited patiently on the kitchen isle.

Through the peep-hole, you can see he’s nervous, you’ve been around him long enough to know his ticks. He’s holding something behind his back, as his other hand reaches to ring the doorbell again.

Jason didn’t know how to do this. He hadn’t done this much at all. Between coming back to life, actually getting used to being an adult, and meeting you, he didn’t have time for entertain romantic prospects.

He did date Artemis, but it felt wrong. She was wonderful, the best, but…It was wrong. To be dating someone else when his heart, hopefully not too obviously, belonged to you.

Gosh, you had charmed him for the moment you two first stumbled into each other’s presence and no one has ever made him feel the way you have. The comfort, the trust. Can’t be replicated.

Jason had told himself that he’d kiss you, confess to you, ask you out, soon. Soon became next week when you told him you were going on a blind date. Next week slowly creeped into a year before he lost hope. Then last night happened. It just felt right. Meant to be.

Now he’s standing in front of your door, just hoping you’d give him a chance.

You take a deep breath, put on your bravest smile and swing open the door. “Hi.” You breath out as you come face to face — more like your face to his chest. “Hey, doll.” The nickname slips out his tongue as easy as always.

Jason looks at ease now, a red hoodie under a black leather jacket to battle the Gotham chills, looking unfairly well-built, a small flashback to how his body felt against yours. You finally got to study the muscles you had just seen ripple under his t-shirts or from afar when he’d randomly go shirtless.

He brings out what he was hiding, a bouquet. A thoughtful and deliberate arrangement of your favourite flowers in your favourite colours, wrapped in brown paper and secured with a red ribbon tied off in a bow. The fragrance hits you immediately, a soft smile gracing your face.

Frankly early on in your friendship, you had told Jason how you loved bouquets and how none of your ex-boyfriends ever got you one. After that, he made it his mission to bring them to you at least once a week. But this time, it felt different, it was different.

You go to grab the bouquet but he leans in for a…kiss? But when he realises that you aren’t going in for a kiss, Jason pivots, turning his head and wrapping an arm around your waist for a hug. He immediately cringes internally at the awkwardness as your hands come to rest on his back, giving him an awkward pat on the back.

Great. You two went from a entire night of passionate love making to awkward hugs. Simply. Lovely.

The hug is quick anyway, when he pulls away, his face is flushed red, the way you saw it so many times last night. You step back with a soft chuckle as he enters the apartment, holding out the flowers to you.

You blabber soft compliments about the thoughtful gift as you move around your apartment in habit, readying a vase for the flowers. Jason lets you rant off as he kicks off his boots, getting comfortable.

When you’re finally ready, you quiet down. Leaning your back against the cool marble of your dinning table. Jason strides towards you until he’s a respectful distance away. Distance that somehow felt loud, like a reminder that the following conversation could go down as bad road. He simply stuffs his hands into his pants pockets.

“We should talk.” You start.

“Yeah.” He mumbles.

“About last night.”

He nods.

“Jay, if you want to act like it didn’t happen then—“

“I’m in love with you.”

“Oh. Okay.”

To say you were stunned would be an understatement. The confession blatantly hangs in the air for a couple of seconds till you process what he said. He’s in love with you. He’s in love. With you? He’s in love with you!

You open your mouth and close it a couple of times as Jason watches with a scrunched face, wondering if he just fucked it all up. You bring up a hand, palm covering your mouth as you just blink at him for a moment before there’s laughter.

Now Jason’s the stunned one. You’re laughing. “Oh my goodness.” You push off the counter and close the gap between the two of you immediately, cupping both his cheeks and pulling him down for a kiss. The kiss is brief, before you pull back, “I thought you were going to reject me for good.”

Jason’s face is painted in genuine offence as you’re bury yours into his chest, your hands on his shoulders as his hands find your hips. Even before he can ask what the hell you meant, you continue, “You don’t date at all! I thought I was going to be just another of your one night stands!”

“Yes, woman.” He huffs as his chin rests on your head. “I haven’t dated because I can’t. Been in love with you for too long. Wanted no one but you.” You finally look up at him, biggest smile across your lips and oh, Jason thinks he just fell in love with you all over again. The things he’d do to see that smile.

“And you can never be a one night stand. I’ve been chasing after you for long enough. Can’t let you go now.” He huffs. You pull him back down into another kiss, slow. “I love you.” You mumble against his lips, unable to contain your smile. Jason peppers kisses down your jaw and neck, not wanting to show you his lovesick smile.

“‘Oh, okay’?”He mocks softly into your neck. “Who responds like that to a love confession?!” His words break into a soft manly chuckle. “I was shocked!” And he lets out a noncommittal hum.

“Round 2?” He mumbles against your skin, not even bothering to bite back his smile as you break out in giggles. “Needy bastard.”

ᯓ★ 's P.S. ‘Simply lovely’? y’all- y’all hear that?…du…du du du du? MAX VERSTAPPEN??

Pairing: Jason Todd x librarian!fem!reader

Summary: One night your boyfriend Jason can’t walk you home from the library, but thankfully Red Hood is there to save you.

Word count: 1.3k

Tags/warnings: mentions of violence, blood (briefly), weapons, establishments relationship, no use of y/n, use of pet names, reader doesn’t know jason is red hood

A/N: This is technically part of the librarian!reader universe, but it can be read on his own. I just had some sort of writer’s block and this is my way to get into writing again, so probably not my best work. English is not my first language and this was not proofread (lethal combo). Enjoy!

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Gotham resembles Dante's inferno at night, and that is a fact. More so if you're a woman.

Jason always tells you to be careful whenever you have to walk home alone at night. He even offered – insisted really – to give you self-defense lessons for the nights when he can't pick you up and walk you home.

Nights like this one.

Pairing: Jason Todd x librarian!fem!reader

Summary: After complaining about the lack of founding, Gotham's library gets a donation.

Word count: 1.1k

Tags/warnings: fluff, no use of y/n, established relationship, use of pet names, reader wears glasses

A/N: The title is inspired by Laufey's song "Lovesick" (manifesting those tickets fr). English is not my first language and this was not proofread (lethal combo). Enjoy!

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You are in your apartment, leaning against the counter as Jason finishes making dinner for the both of you.

It's a quiet night, the warm streetlights filtering from your kitchen window. You just got out of the shower and are now wearing your mismatched pj's, your hair still damp. Jason is also wearing some 'house clothes', as you like to call them, because you refuse to let him wear his outside clothes in your bed.

JASON TODD who comes home tired and just asks to lay on top of you, and doesn't really wait for an answer. He just kicks his boots, his jacket and shirt and flops in the bed. His head buried in your neck, his arms pressing your sides and him deliberately smelling the vague scent of your remaining cologne. You just can smell his sweat.

Jason melts over you like he’s trying to fuse your spines together. His weight settles, all dense muscle and end-of-day exhaustion, and for a moment you think he’s finally passed out. Then he exhales against your neck, warm and annoyingly smug.

“You smell terrible,” you murmur into his hair, because teasing him is practically a biological impulse at this point.

“Yeah,” he says, voice muffled against your skin, “but you like me anyway.”

You try to squirm, just a little, to see if he’ll react. He doesn’t budge. Not even a twitch. If anything, he tightens his arms around you like a human weighted blanket with abandonment issues.

“You’re getting sweat on me.”

The Butterfly and the Bats

Part 2 to Who Let the Bat Out of the Bag?

Pairing: Jason Todd x Female!Reader

Summary: The Winter Solstice Gala is here, which means you finally get to meet the last remaining member of the Bat Family.

Word Count: 6.3K

Content Warnings: Fluff, posh charity events, Wayne Manor, Jason in a suit, poor Dick is the last to know, Dick and Jason's brotherly bond, sexual innuendos, explicit language, no use of Y/N

A/N:

The winter solstice is nearly upon you when you come home to a large, black garment bag hanging from your bedroom door, with a gilded invitation in your mailbox.

"Oh my god..." Your words come out breathless as you pull the zipper down on the garment bag to reveal the gorgeous ballgown Jason and Bruce had custom-made for you to wear to the Solstice Gala. It's a deep maroon, meant to match the color of Jason's outfit. The material is soft and silky with a butterfly pattern stitched into the fabric. You can already imagine how it will look under the crystal chandeliers; the way the butterflies will shimmer and flutter when you twirl in the skirt. "Jay, this is stunning." Your fingers brush over the dress almost reverently.

"Yeah, B's always had a good eye for design. Be it batmobiles or ballgowns."

"Holy shit! It has pockets!"

Jason laughs at you fawning over the dress. He walks up behind you and wraps you up in a tight bear hug, pressing his lips to your temple. "I can't wait to rip it off you at the end of the night," he tells you, voice low and full of mischief.

You shake your head immediately. "Nuh-uh, if you rip this dress, I'm gonna be so fucking pissed."

He grunts in discontent, squeezing his arms around you tighter. "Well, then you'd better have on some underwear you don't really care about. If I don't get to rip something after being locked in a room with all those rich assholes, I'm gonna fucking riot."

You hum in amusement, melting into his arms. "I'm sure Bruce would love that."

You feel his snicker against your neck. "He's used to it. We've all made some sort of scene in order to get out of these events. For a while there, he stopped taking any of us. He's threatening to withhold Bat-mas this year if we don't behave this time."

You snort and turn in his arms to face him. "What's Bat-mas?"

"A full week of holiday fun at the manor," Jason smirks. "From Solstice to the New Year. Since we all come from different places and backgrounds, we sort of do our own thing for the Holidays. It's Bruce's way of instigating 'family bonding' time."

"Oh boy, this should be interesting." You can only imagine how hard the Batfam must go for Bat-mas.

Jason chuckles darkly. "You have no idea..."

10/10 , and hey if Jason wants to rip someone’s clothes off I volunteer as tribute ✋🏼

Who Let the Bat Out of the Bag?

Pairing: Jason Todd x Female!Reader

Summary: The countdown to the Holidays has started, as has the amount of time the rest of the Bat Family has to discover your and Jason's relationship before it becomes public knowledge.

Word Count: 6.2 K

Content Warnings: Fluff, secret relationship trope, tooth rotting fluff, canon typical violence, explicit language, sexual innuendos, no use of Y/N, lots of pet names for everyone, major Wayne Family Adventure vibes

A/N: This is a bonus chapter based on the Marriage of Convenience mini series. I would recommend you read that first.

Most people still have their Halloween decorations up when you get a phone call from Bruce Wayne, asking if you'd be amenable to attending the Wayne Winter Solstice Charity Gala in December. Honestly, it still kind of freaks you out that you actually have Bruce Wayne's (and technically Batman's) contact info saved in your phone, but when he'd learned (or figured out) that your and Jason's marriage had progressed into something real, he'd insisted on bringing you fully into the family. Jason had been correct when he'd warned you that Bruce was going to snatch you up for events at the earliest opportunity.

So now, you have the great pleasure of attending ballroom dancing lessons twice a week, plus three hours of etiquette lessons on Sundays, to prepare you for the upcoming event. Jason had snickered and teased you about it until Bruce informed him that all of his children were going to be required to attend the event. Not only that, but Bruce also wanted you and Jason to share a "first-dance" as part of the debut of your marriage to high society. Hence, the ballroom dancing lessons. Jason put up a fuss over the phone, mainly because it would have been expected of him, but on the day of your first lesson, you stepped out of the WayneTech building to find him leaning against his bike on the street out front, ready to take you to class and to be your dance partner.

"Thought you wouldn't be caught dead on a dance floor." You smirked while walking up to him. Clearly, some of his macabre sense of humor has been rubbing off on you.

He smirks back, taking your tote with your change of clothes and dancing shoes from your shoulder to put it in the storage bin under the seat. "Well, if I don't do it, Bruce will just dance with you himself, and I don't want to watch him trying to flirt with you."

"He wouldn't," you laugh, slipping on your helmet and getting onto the bike.

"Babe, he flirts with everyone."

You hum thoughtfully with a teasing lilt to your tone. "I think you're secretly excited, because it'll be like a scene from Pride and Prejudice, and you're a hopeless romantic."

He scoffs while stretching his leg over the bike and seats himself in front of you. "Don't tell anyone," he tosses over his shoulder. "It'll ruin my reputation."

You laugh, arms wrapping around his waist as you scoot forward and plaster yourself to his back. "Okay, badass. Let's get to dance class."

AGHHHHH IM SO HAPPY !!! love these two so much. of course Damian would be the first to figure it out.

“you ride little red hood all the time” 10/10

𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡.

 A whine tears from her throat and she tosses her head back onto Steve’s shoulder, nails biting into his thigh. He removes his hand from the apex of her thighs for a moment to grab one of her wrists to slap her own palm against her mouth before his fingers continue their assault on her clit, bringing the radio receiver back to his mouth. 

 “Uh negative! Negative… the uh… the eagle is not flying, over.”

double smash

the lion concerns himself with everything

you slide your card toward the register like it’s nothing, like you didn’t spend the last hour watching dick grayson smile at you across dinner and pretending your knees weren’t weak.

he notices immediately. of course he does. this man has the reflexes of a cat and the dramatic instincts of a theatre kid raised by ninjas.

“hey— hey, hey, hold on.” he’s already halfway out of his chair, eyes wide, voice half-laughing like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. “what do you think you’re doing?”

you blink. “...paying?”

dick presses a hand to his chest like you’ve wounded him. “paying? you? for me?” he shakes his head slowly, lips twitching. “that’s cute. wrong, but cute.”

you try not to smile, because he’s being ridiculous, standing there in his leather jacket, hair falling into his eyes like he was crafted to be your weakness. “i just thought I could take this one.”

“no, no, sweetheart.” he steps closer, resting his palms on the counter beside your hand. you can feel the warmth of him, the way he crowds in without being pushy. “that’s my job.”

you raise a brow. “your job?”

his grin softens just enough to make your heart stutter. “yeah. my job. i asked you out. i pay. that’s the rule.”

“that’s not a real rule.” you argue.

“it is in the dick grayson handbook,” he counters, tapping the imaginary badge on his chest. “chapter one: be a gentleman. chapter two: do unnecessary flips. chapter three: pay for dates.”

you snort. “i swear you make half of this up.”

he leans in, lowering his voice like it’s a secret just for you. “only the parts meant to make you smile.”

your cheeks warm and he definitely catches it. His eyes flicker in that smug soft boy way, not arrogant, just unbearably fond.

dick nudges your card back toward you with two fingers, slow and deliberate. “look… i know you can pay. you’re capable, you’re independent, you scare the hell out of me in the best way.” he pauses, blue eyes bright, honest. “but let me treat you tonight. i want to.”

you swallow. “you really don’t like when i try to pay, huh?”

he huffs a laugh, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. “i like that you try. i like that you’re thoughtful. but it also makes me wanna wrap you up in my arms and say ‘nope, not happening’ every single time.”

“possessive much?” you tease.

“only when it comes to you,” he shoots back, grinning like it’s the most natural truth in the world.

he takes your card, sets it back in your bag, and presses the tiniest kiss to your forehead before you can argue. “let me do this one. consider it… an investment in more nights like this.”

you look up at him, fighting a smile. “and what do i owe in return?”

dick shrugs lightly, looping his fingers with yours as he hands his card to the cashier. “just keep showing up.”

and the way he says it. Soft, earnest, like you’re the best thing to happen to his week...yeah.

you’re not fighting him on the bill anymore.

©luvlypresley2025

Nice Costume

Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader

Summary: Clark decides to finally tell you about his secret identity, but when you see him dressed as Superman, you immediately assume it's a Halloween costume.

Word Count: 1.7K

Content Warnings: Fluff, miscommunication trope, established relationship, suggestive themes (but no actual smut), kissing, female reader, no use of Y/N

A/N: I'm dropping this one early because I want it to be October already 😜

Part of the Spooky Season Writing Challenge — Day One Prompt: Costumes

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"Hey, Sweetheart. Do you have a minute? There's something I want to tell you." Clark's voice is slightly muffled by the apartment's walls as he calls out to you from the bedroom.

You're out in the living room, rummaging through your purse. "I'm about to meet up with Lois and Cat for coffee. Can it wait?" Your purse contains your wallet, some loose change, a couple of half-used chapsticks, and is woefully missing your keys, sunglasses, and cell phone. Looking up, you immediately spot your glasses case on the coffee table. "Hey, have you seen my keys?" you call back.

His response takes a second. "They're on the bookshelf. And this is kind of important."

10/10 fic, gave me all the serotonin I needed.

“I’ve seen you naked!”

“I’m not sure what that has to do with anything….”

PLEASE, I love them

“Earth males are overrated.”

PREACH SISTA. I too would like to order 1 kryptonian please