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Ama Codjoe, from Bluest Nude: Poems; “Bluest Nude”

[Text ID: “I crave. I want to be seen clearly or not at all.”]

#birdwatcher

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18+ minors dni

warnings: slightly inexperienced reader 🤝 slut dick grayson

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

uni student!dick grayson who discovers your self-care drawer while he’s snooping around your dorm room waiting for you to arrive for a study session. you find him standing in the room with a stupid grin, his notes and textbook discarded on the floor as he waves your slim dildo in front of his face. “look what I found,” he taunts, his smile widening as you lunge at him in an attempt to snatch it back.

uni student!dick grayson who can’t believe you of all people own one of these. “I thought you were a good girl,” he teases, looking over your body with newfound interest. “but seriously, this is how you get off?” his tone is almost pitying. “you’re missing out, you know. real thing’s way better.” he steps closer to you until you’re only inches apart, a coy grin on his face. “can I show you?”

uni student!dick grayson who spreads you out on your bed and uses his fingers to work you to orgasm, curling them inside you in a way that makes your body shake. he’s mesmerised by the mess you’re making on his hand, and how eagerly you respond to his touch; your moans spur him on, and he’s determined that—though he’s not your first—he’s going to be your best.

uni student!dick grayson who drags his cock along your entrance before sinking into you slowly, moaning at the way your walls squeeze around him. your breath hitches as he fills you, and he smiles, watching your eyes flutter shut when he bottoms out. “told you this feels better, sweetheart,” he teases, bringing his lips to your neck.

uni student!dick grayson who thrusts gently at first, but quickly has your legs over his shoulders so he can show you what you’ve been missing. “can’t fuck yourself like this, can you, baby?” he rasps with a ravenous smile, drilling his cock into you over and over again as you whine for him. “never gonna use that thing again after this, huh, princess? ‘s not gonna be enough for you, is it?”

uni student!dick grayson who has you convulsing around him as he fucks you through each orgasm, pushing your legs apart so he can watch you grip him with every contraction. “feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” he coos, rubbing your sensitive clit as you clamp down on his cock, milking his own release out of him. “feels good to get fucked right.”

uni student!dick grayson who offers to replace your little toy whenever you need with a cocky grin as he stills inside you, knowing he’s ruined anything—or anyone—else for you now.

#nice

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believe it or not this is my first writing abo proper (I do find it funny that an early childhood yaoi enjoyer like myself did not in fact delve into it until way later in life but I'm an mpreg hater for life) and I gotta say. it's very fun world building all this

#im not writing yet im scheming #but if your omegaverse smut has a few too many asides abt convergent evolution and the historicity of the abo system...... sorry #magister dixit amirite time honoured tradition #[a constellation with dubious intentions has sponsored 500 coins!]

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i'll just say this one thing bc i don't wanna meddle but i rlly thought the excerpts would help beta!dick the most shhfjsg

#i thought we all loved pussy eating the best #then again one thing's the act and the other my ability to write it successfully #also unrelated but writing dick without any romantic attachment? easy as hell! #like I've got the man blabbering in my ear! who knew #wonder what that says abt us mr grayson #[a constellation with dubious intentions has sponsored 500 coins!]

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update: it's worse when it's smut

posting earnestly always gives me psychic damage. distressing. i don't know how you guys do it

#WOW was that embarrassing.

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for anybody interested, whether you've voted already or not, i added an example of each option under the original post, more or less to approximate the vibe of each version of dick. you're welcome to tell me what you think! (fr fr i don't post smut often 😭)

i come to you kind community with the understanding that im not going to write this right away but id still like your opinion before i proceed

context: dick is your very best friend who you absolutely have no feelings for (sure) and who has no feelings for you (sure) and it's all just friends helping friends! nothing complicated about it!

further arguments:

i need one of you to be a beta because what's the omegaverse without a little angst and social commentary

pros to beta!dick: can do a proper gender neutral reader, bit more complex characterization (beta status vs desirability ("and still you came to him")), some angst abt not being able to satisfy you, lazer focused, a lot of tongue and finger action to keep up, very wet affair overall.

pros to alpha!dick: very protective of you (defiant "they're my choice and you can't say shit about it"), constant struggling with himself trying not to hurt you, bit of a mind slip, a lot of openness and vulnerability from him, The Knot.

EDIT: i wrote examples under the cut :)

beta!dick:

"So soft, my baby, so sweet," he speaks into your skin, pressing a kiss to your thigh and then, thinking it over, sinks his teeth over the place he's just kissed. You jolt above him with a cry—and how you cry! Have you ever been so vocal before? Not with him, not like this. So sweet, every croon that bubbles out of your throat. He watches, fascinated, as even more slick gushes out of you, seeping into the towel. There's an unbeknownst tenderness to your body, an openness until then hidden away. For the first time in his life, Dick can kind of see what the alphas are all talking about. He's always thought the way they spoke about a dizzying, uncontrollable urge to taste and fill and twist and take was more or less exaggeration. But the sweet, pleading eyes your turn to him, with your head struggling to rise from the pillow, invites in him a searing sort of madness.

"Dick," you beg, fingers twisting on his curls and pulling helplessly. "Please!"

"Yeah, baby?" He says, lapping up at the slick coating the juncture of leg and cunt. "What was that?"

You being to speak, but he presses the width of his tongue flat to your clit and drags it slowly up, and your every effort falters. "So mean," you sob, tugging half heartedly at his hair.

You are not the first omega he's fucked, though he tends, as most betas do, to stay within the bounds of his own gender, but by god, you'll be the last. He cannot imagine wanting anyone else like this, feeling this desperate to uncover that which your body screams at him but his senses fail to discover. He wants to taste your slick and know exactly how much honey, how much milk—are you as sweet as your heart? At a loss, the only thing Dick can do is shove his tongue back into you and hunt for the vaguest hint.

alpha!dick:

Not enough, he thinks feverishly, not enough. Dick paws at your chest, kneads at the fat of your thighs. Split open on his lap, legs spread so far apart and bobbing up and down his cock and it still isn't enough. He wants to go deeper even, cut you in half, sink his claws and teeth and knot as far as they'll go and even more. He wants to be in you, be you—so inexorably connected there'll be no way to tell you apart. Dangerous, Grayson, he chides himself. Get off that path. But it's hard. It's so hard.

"Dick," you pant, palming at the hand that'd been sliding up your front to your throat. Your clammy fingers crook around his, clumsy like a babe, and it's such a sweet gesture his affection bubbles up to the surface, a soothing balm that nudges him toward gentleness.

An impulse quickly broken by you throwing your head back over his shoulder with a cry. He can tell you want him to kiss you—Dick wants to kiss you himself, but all he can see is the silken skin of your throat, exposed for him to mark. He nuzzles at it like a dog, snout first, trying to find that intoxicating smell dormant under your skin. He can almost taste it underneath the sweat, can almost picture what you'll taste like. Sweet? Tangy? Maddening. His teeth sink in, chasing the fantasy, but all that comes on his mouth is blood. Dick's eyes fly open, startled, and he quickly exchanges fangs for the searing touch of his tongue. You hiss, writhe deliciously against him.

"I'm so—ah—sorry, baby," he pleads, rocking into you still. He bends down to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, to your jaw. "My baby, all mine."

#if this changes your vote and you've already voted............. sorry

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YOU should be at the club I should be in the arms of a fictional character

#¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

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#well to be honest that's kon. so.

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i come to you kind community with the understanding that im not going to write this right away but id still like your opinion before i proceed

context: dick is your very best friend who you absolutely have no feelings for (sure) and who has no feelings for you (sure) and it's all just friends helping friends! nothing complicated about it!

further arguments:

i need one of you to be a beta because what's the omegaverse without a little angst and social commentary

pros to beta!dick: can do a proper gender neutral reader, bit more complex characterization (beta status vs desirability ("and still you came to him")), some angst abt not being able to satisfy you, lazer focused, a lot of tongue and finger action to keep up, very wet affair overall.

pros to alpha!dick: very protective of you (defiant "they're my choice and you can't say shit about it"), constant struggling with himself trying not to hurt you, bit of a mind slip, a lot of openness and vulnerability from him, The Knot.

EDIT: i wrote examples under the cut :)

beta!dick:

"So soft, my baby, so sweet," he speaks into your skin, pressing a kiss to your thigh and then, thinking it over, sinks his teeth over the place he's just kissed. You jolt above him with a cry—and how you cry! Have you ever been so vocal before? Not with him, not like this. So sweet, every croon that bubbles out of your throat. He watches, fascinated, as even more slick gushes out of you, seeping into the towel. There's an unbeknownst tenderness to your body, an openness until then hidden away. For the first time in his life, Dick can kind of see what the alphas are all talking about. He's always thought the way they spoke about a dizzying, uncontrollable urge to taste and fill and twist and take was more or less exaggeration. But the sweet, pleading eyes you turn to him, with your head struggling to rise from the pillow, invites in him a searing sort of madness.

"Dick," you beg, fingers twisting on his curls and pulling helplessly. "Please!"

"Yeah, baby?" He says, lapping up at the slick coating the juncture of leg and cunt. "What was that?"

You begin to speak, but he presses the width of his tongue flat to your clit and drags it slowly up, and your every effort falters. "So mean," you sob, tugging half heartedly at his hair.

You are not the first omega he's fucked, though he tends, as most betas do, to stay within the bounds of his own gender, but by god, you'll be the last. He cannot imagine wanting anyone else like this, feeling this desperate to uncover that which your body screams at him but his senses fail to discover. He wants to taste your slick and know exactly how much honey, how much milk—are you as sweet as your heart? At a loss, the only thing Dick can do is shove his tongue back into you and hunt for the vaguest hint.

alpha!dick:

Not enough, he thinks feverishly, not enough. Dick paws at your chest, kneads at the fat of your thighs. Split open on his lap, legs spread so far apart and bobbing up and down his cock and it still isn't enough. He wants to go deeper even, cut you in half, sink his claws and teeth and knot as far as they'll go and even more. He wants to be in you, be you—so inexorably connected there'll be no way to tell you apart. Dangerous, Grayson, he chides himself. Get off that path. But it's hard. It's so hard.

"Dick," you pant, palming at the hand that'd been sliding up your front to your throat. Your clammy fingers crook around his, clumsy like a babe, and it's such a sweet gesture his affection bubbles up to the surface, a soothing balm that nudges him toward gentleness.

An impulse quickly broken by you throwing your head back over his shoulder with a cry. He can tell you want him to kiss you—Dick wants to kiss you himself, but all he can see is the silken skin of your throat, exposed for him to mark. He nuzzles at it like a dog, snout first, trying to find that intoxicating smell dormant under your skin. He can almost taste it underneath the sweat, can almost picture what you'll taste like. Sweet? Tangy? Maddening. His teeth sink in, chasing the fantasy, but all that comes on his mouth is blood. Dick's eyes fly open, startled, and he quickly exchanges fangs for the searing touch of his tongue. You hiss, writhe deliciously against him.

"I'm so—ah—sorry, baby," he pleads, rocking into you still. He bends down to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, to your jaw. "My baby, all mine."

#dick grayson x you #dick grayson x reader #nightwing x you #nightwing x reader #dc imagine #[a constellation with dubious intentions has sponsored 500 coins!] #no both option bc i know you're going to pick that #if you want both send me a message abt it

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Ada Limón, “Love Poem with Apologies for My Appearance”

#birdwatcher

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recently i became aware that the thing im working on right now (which im still not sure im actually going to post here as it has quickly become... very personal. and has also gotten to the point of such specificity that the crossover to using OCs instead of the Reader has, alas, become a necessity) is simultaneously a batmom, batsis and bat-romantic-interest fic which is very very funny to me

#not at the same time mind you. it's all different people. technically. #anyway it's just getting bigger and having much more plot than i anticipated #not the type of thing that people here might enjoy. dunno. id be happy to hear any opinions #though i suppose id have to tell you what it's about #i HAVE a plot but i still haven't decided my male lead lol I can't choose between jay and dick #im Not doing both. i think. #hm. no. well..... no no. #depending on the reception birdwatcher gets around here (that has a little bit of plot) ill see what i do #maybe I'll throw it under a pseud in my main ao3 acc like i was gonna do with the dogs #[a constellation with dubious intentions has sponsored 500 coins!]

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*Jason is casually searching around the room*

Dick: Hey Jason, what’re you looking for?

Jason: My will to live.

*Y/N walks into the room*

Jason: Oh, there it is.

#lol

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— ANNA KAMIEŃSKA, trans. Clare Cavanagh & Stanisław Barańczak.

#birdwatcher #im scheming currently

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Just a reminder that this blog IS dark content friendly 👍🏻

#:)

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the dumbification trope always catches my attention because on one hand, the liberation from thought and surrender to pleasure is a compelling action to explore, and on the other, the perversion of the one that provokes it and what this learned helplessness means to them is both intriguing and enjoyable to me but i hesitate to write it on my own because i can never make myself see it as anything but a slippery slope of... a person knowingly giving up on life and autonomy as a last ditch attempt to stop something (the pain of living in a cruel world, usually). it's synonymous with a broken spirit to me, which can actually be quite compelling in the sense of the yandere manipulating the knowing reader into a path that's meant both to corral them and to make things easier on them, and once the reader gives in fully and is absolutely in the grasp of the yandere, they realize that the reader had outmanoeuvred them and the person they have in their grasp has very little of the spark and brightness they sought so hard to capture. which the reader knew would eventually happen, of course. they were always quite smart.

but that's not very horny, so.

#it's a nice scenario bc it plays so well with the liberty/captivity dichotomy #are you clever and in pain (captivity) #are you dumb and free of concern (liberty) #are you dumb and in their grasp (captivity) #were you clever and now gone (liberty?) #it's interesting but not very horny to me #it COULD be #but i don't know that i have the skill to focus on that #[a constellation with dubious intentions has sponsored 500 coins!]

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hand studies :)

#such pretty hands. the envy.

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this is very funny in comparison because my approach to jaytim is vastly less complicated, like:

jason: normal human man has normal sex

tim: you torture him and he likes it

meanwhile with dick im unfurling complete Machiavellian plots in order for him to even look my way, let alone make do what i want him to do

im incapable of writing anything but a fraught and difficult relationship with dick grayson i've come to realize. like genuinely i do not think i could write one paragraph of reader fluff without 10k of explanation and bargaining behind it

#you'd think tim would fit the Machiavellian approach more and he kinda does but he's/into it/ #despite his v clear type you can win tim with brains #you can win jason with a tender glance and a can of tuna. #dick? you need a fucking saint #[a constellation with dubious intentions has sponsored 500 coins!]