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batfamluvr · 6 months
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Bat-Boys in Bed
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Dick Grayson’s mouth is filthy. And he gets enough praise, so I think he’d be into praising you instead.” You’re so pretty, all fucked-out and dumb…just for me” as he pounds into you, panting in between words.
He’d also be into touchy sex positions, like missionary where he can hook his nose into your neck and wrap his arms around you. Dick would be into you giving him hickies.
I think Dick has an insane stamina—round after round. His hips would meet yours at a punishing pace as he muttered out praise,” this cunt is so warm and wet for me. My beautiful girl.” And he place wet kisses to your neck and cheeks.
Dick isn’t above moaning, but he’s not pornographic about it.i see him whimpering and begging if he’s getting a blow job or if you’re on top and teasing him, but I don’t see him moaning as much or more than you.
Jason Todd isn’t much of a talker during sex, but I do believe he moans. He’d be a lot more gentle with you than popular belief thinks. Especially if we’re talking older, mature Jason who’s passed his “fresh from the pit madness.”
I do believe Jason has a choking kink and I’ll die on this hill. And it doesn’t have to be his hand around your throat or vice versa. It can be him shoving his cock to the back of your throat and feeling you pulse and throb around him.
He enjoys, mature Jason too, seeing your eyes go wide and glassy. Jason loves to pull his cock from your mouth after you’ve had enough and seeing your lips plump and pink. He loves the slight flush of your tits.
Jason is a lot more eager to switch roles and be on the bottom than Dick. If you’re feeling top-ish and want to ride. Jason wouldn’t argue as you ground down on him, rolling your hips and leaving a trail of slick on his pelvis.
He’d beg through covered lips as you shushed him and picked up your pace, driving your hips forward and giving Jason the release he’d been craving.
I don’t know enough about Tim or Duke, sorry.
Bruce is harder to read because there’s decades of lore, canon, and stuff that’s not in the main continuity. Many writers have different versions of him that some favorite—however, here goes.
Bruce is a control freak. Whether you planned it or not, you’d end up in a dom/sub dynamic. He’d be choosing your clothes, picking which jewelry he buys, telling you when to cum before you even realize it.
I also think he has a power imbalance kink, just a little bit. Nothing extreme or megalomaniacal. So I truly believe you wouldn’t be rich (sorry lol); you’d maybe be a lesser known vigilante, and that’s if Bruce is healthily interested in you. I believe you’d be a civilian, but a smart and compassionate one. We know Bruce isn’t one to dumb himself down for company; we know Bruce is attracted to smart women, but none of his past relationships worked because they didn’t have a heart ( I love Talia, but he real; she wasn’t Mother Teresa).
This one may lose people, but I believe Bruce has a breeding kink. It would be a chance for him to restart. His only blood child is an arrogant, cold assassin and the rest of his children are masked vigilantes who dance with death nightly. But with you, his love, he could have a child not born in pain and anger. He’s older and wiser; he’s not as vengeful and mission oriented as he was when he adopted Dick and Jason; Tim sought him out, and Damian came with a chip on his shoulder.
Bruce is unyielding in his refusal to switch places. He’s too paranoid and enjoys control too much to bottom. The closest you’ll get to topping is bossing him around from the bottom.” faster, pretty boy.” You reached up and caressed his face as his pace stuttered and he spilled into you, gasping and groaning as he did.
You wouldn’t be fucked in the suit or the Batmobile. And he hates being called Batman in bed. The closest you’d get to mixing sex with his vigilante life is getting fucked in the Batcomputer seat.
Damian Wayne is the kinkiest Batfam member. I see Damian, who didn’t undergo such a beautiful arc, having a blood and bondage kink.
Damian preferred to tie you down rather than tie you up. He cares for you, and tying you up puts you in an uncomfortable position (he doesn’t want that) and it screws with your circulation. And if he ties you down, he can see your face as he places the vibrator right on your clit. He can see you try to knock your knees—to no avail.
Damian loved to take a small knife and inflict a wound, if you can even call it that. It was feather soft, and you loved when he would wrap his mouth around the wound and suck the blood. Then he’d kiss you, letting the saliva and metallic taste mingle.
I believe Damian would be into hickies and spanking too, but not the for the violence like I see from the kinkier side of the fandom. He would be into hickies, spanking, bandage, and blood play for the markings. It all boiled down to markings. And that’s not to claim that those activities didn’t get you both off, but Damian’s true enjoyment stemmed from the possessiveness of it all.
That’s why he likes to untie you and massage the rope imprints, then walk you to the mirror and spin you around, letting you see all the prints and marks. He could feel himself harden again, but he knew he’d break you if he ever tried to impose his libido and stamina on you.
Don’t kill me, but Damian isn’t into cunnilingus. He also wouldn’t bottom, not like you’d want him to. If, and that’s a huge “if” ( it’s months into the relationship too), he does bottom, it’s not traditional bottoming. Damian would top from the bottom,” go slower, grind harder, beloved.” And he’d grip your hips hard enough to leave prints, because marks, duh!
Damian likes sloppy blow jobs. I know he’s proper and clean, but trust me. Spit, moans, and whimpers; that’s what gets him off. And seeing your cheeks flush and your breathing quicken, but you keep going lower and taking more of him in. He appreciates the determination, and it makes him feel in control, huge, and dominant which strokes his ego.
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Dick: Why do you let me win when we race up the stairs? You’re the faster one. Y/N: Erm… it’s nice to see your smile when you win! later Dick: They're probably just staring at my ass, aren't they. Wally west: Yeah, probably.
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igotanidea · 5 months
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Truth: Dick Grayson x spy!reader
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Summary/request: Dick Grayson X Spy Girlfriend. Dick reveals his secret identity to her first and she decides to confess too.
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„Where are you?”
„Dick”
 “Where the hell are you?!”
„Grayson!”
 “I swear I’ll kil you”
“Answer me damn it.”
“Dick…”
“Come on, please….”
“I’m worried.”
“Just come home….”
Well shit.
Y/N was blowing up his phone for the last couple hours and he was feeling more and more guilty by every passing second. Of course, he didn’t blame her for being distressed with his absence. After all in was something around 2 a.m., and to tell the whole truth he was actually a bit cocky because of that little care display even if she did threaten him at the beginning.
However, there were a few problems with that state of fact.
First. Why was she up at this time. Was it possible that she had trouble sleeping or had a nightmare and needed him to hold her and touch her and reassure her? Just a thought of that was breaking his heart.
Second, he had been currently in the middle of patrolling west side of Gotham, catching the trail of another villain he was tracing for the last couple of weeks, and no matter how much he wanted to, couldn’t just ditch it, even though his heart was telling him to run to her.
And third.
She had no idea.
Yeah, he didn’t tell her he was Nightwing. Honestly, he was avoiding that subject like a plague, and every time she came as close as mentioning the name of a Bludhaven/ Gotham blue vigilante he was shutting her up with kisses.
And with her big brain, Y/N figured out his Pavlovian reaction in no time and started using it for her advantage whenever she was feeling needy for something more than just sweet words. God, she had him wrapped around her little finger. Honestly, Dick couldn’t imagine being without her.
And keeping his secret identity a - well- a secret, was both an argument for making sure she won’t leave him and a constant stressor she will leave him when if she finds out.
Damn it. He was torn.
It’s been a year of them being together. Maybe it was time to let the cat out of the bag?
Even though Dick was lost inside his head the fact that his target was now on the run did not pass him. He just jumped off the roof, immediately getting to action, getting done with the thug in less then five minutes.
As he was waiting for the police to arrive, walking in circles he made a decision.  
Since she didn’t tell him her secret first, he was going to be the one to take the action.
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 Little did he know that Y/N was texting him not only because she was worried, but also because she was currently stuck in her spy costume in the middle of the bedroom, unable to pull the stupid zipper up or down. Obviously she couldn’t let him see that, and by those texts was just trying to test the waters, and hopefully, buy herself some time.
Of course she was concerned every time he has been sneaking out on patrol dressed in blue, thinking she was asleep. But she also knew Nightwing skills and abilities (back when they were still friends and not a couple Nightwing was her mission. Once he found out the identity of the vigilante she refused to reveal it to her contemporary boss, hence the scar on her lower abdomen***).
Funny thing that Dick though her gullible and naive enough to not notice him leaving the apartment every night. But on the other hand it was good, cause if he were to find out she knew, he would also realize she was not just the calm, caring girlfriend, but also a killer agent
But seriously, as long as she was in that suit of hers there was still a risk of being exposed.
„Shit!” she pulled at the material, but stupid Kevlar refused to cooperate, clinging to her body like a second skin. „I swear every time they upgrade this freaking outfit it gets worse!” she muttered to herself, pulling the zipper, almost falling to the ground at the unsuccessful attempt to free herself. Seriously! Why couldn’t her designers get inspired by Flash ring or something simple that would just go poof and you’ll be dressed. Or create something like doctor Strange’s cape. Or- scratch the magic and metahumans- Iron Man’s suit. For crying out loud it was XXI century,you could’t  just expect people to find a phone booth every time you need to get to action!
She was cursing under her nose, laying on her back on the bed, lights on, struggling against the costume when the unmistakable sound of opening the window reached her ears making her freeze at the spot.
Holy shit!
Holy fucking shit!
Dick was back!? Why the hell?! It was barely 2.30! He never finished before 4 a.m! 3 if it was an extremely quiet night!
Shit! Oh shit!
„Ok, Y/N. Focus. Think like an agent. Cold blood. Even breath. Clear mind. What can you do?” she though to herself. Obviously, there was not a single chance she could loose the suit so she did the only thing that came to her brain.
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Dick almost got a heart attack upon noticing the light on in the bedroom. Unfortunately that room was situated on the east side of the building and Dick was coming back using the west window. Yeah, the architect probably didn’t think about the vigilantes wrapping up their patrols while making blueprint, what an oversight!
He made a mental note to himself to pay a visit to the poor man or woman who committed such a rookie mistake, but for now he had bigger problems. If the lamp was turned on, that probably meant she was awake. And if she was awake, she probably hear that stupid screetching window (another thing to discuss with the architect and constructors). And that could mean one of two things:
She would come to the main room, thinking it might be him, and see him in Nightwing suit, or
She would come to the main room, thinking it’s a thug, carrying her baseball bat for protection and see him in his Nightwing suit.
Same impasse.
So he did the only thing that came to his brain.
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„Why are you in your underwear?!”
„Why are you in towel!?”
Let’s go back in time a few minutes.
While she rushed to the bathroom, grabbing one of her cutting gadgets hidden on the top shelf, ripping the suit, spraying herself with water and wrapping up in the towel, Dick took off his costume, settling on going almost full commando rather than risking exposure. Two people, two very bad and completely irrational decisions.  
„I was taking  a shower!”
„at 2.30?!”
„what the hell were you doing?! there’s blood on your chest!”
„Made you look.” Dick grinned, unable to stop the teasing and smirking.
„Are you freaking serious?!”
„Don;t change the subject!”
„I’m not changing anything!”
„Great, then I’m just gonna take a quick shower myself and we can go back to sleep.” he shrugged casually trying to walk past her acting like nothing weird was happening, his initial idea of talking to her about his vigilante life suddenly evaporating.
She froze. And then her blood boiled and hands started shaking. There was no way she was going to let him in, with the scraps of the elastic material splattered all over the bathroom floor. He would recognize the type of it immediately, seeing as it was commonly used among both vigilantes and spies.
„You can’t go in there.” she blocked his way, crossing arms over her chest.
„Oh?” he raised an eyebrow and smirked. „And why is that?”
„cause I disinfected the shower and you need to wait for the chemicals to volatilize.”
„What-?” he stuttered, both shocked and unconvinced.
„Yes. Absolutely.” It was hard to say whether she was trying to convince Dick or rather herself. „It’s detrimental for your health. You have to wait. Can’t risk you going down because of descaler or something like that.”
„What kind of cleaners are you using, exactly?” he faltered again, getting a bit worried about her.
Fingerprints remover, bleach, some explosive chemicals, caustic agents....
„Only the best!” she grinned nervously, grabbing his arms and guiding him away from the bathroom, forcing to sit on the bed. „Can’t save on hygiene, right?”
„I guess--” he started, but knowing she’s getting some of her position back, she did not let him finish.
„Sh. Not a word. You are hurt. How about I patch you up, huh?”
„Oh-okay....” Dick muttered, only after a second realizing that the first aid kit was in the living room. In that one drawer where he stuck his suit while panicking about getting exposed. „Uh- um- Y/N, baby... you know, on second thought it’s not that bad..... I mean - I mean look- it already curdled and it is just a scratch -- no need to make a fuss about it, um-”
„Don’t be silly, Dick. Just let me help you, okay?” she took a few steps forward, ready to get the kit, when he jumped out of bed, grabbed her hand and kissed her. (did I mention Pavlovian reaction)
Obviously, at first she melted into him, instantly pulling herself closer, kissing him back with utmost love. In her defence, she was already agitated and scared of her spy life getting revealed and the adrenaline running in her veins did the job. As well as for Dick when his hands moved to her waist, rubbing her sides and hips, getting lost in her.
It lasted for a while before she pulled back gasping softly. That kind of kiss was way to familiar. Under normal circumstances their making out sessions was either sweet and gentle or passionate and urgent. No in-between.
But this? This was the same kind of first base as every time she mentioned Nightwing. So given that and the fact he didn’t want her to go to the living room he must have been hiding somewhere there.
Poor Dick.
So desperate, not knowing she knew he was Nightwing and trying to cover it up. And she was going to keep him in that unawareness just a little bit longer. Just to tease. And maybe also  to dispel any suspicions he might have already had about her.
„Oh, Dick, baby, I want to patch you up. Don’t be a stubborn ass. I am your girlfriend. It’s my duty to help you out.” she wriggled out of his embrace, taking another step towards the living room.
„And as your boyfriend I am telling you I can handle myself and I;d hate you to worry.” he took a step towards the bathroom as some sort of counter-threat.
„I’m gonna worry either way until you let me heal you...” she moved another inch, standing on the threshold between two rooms.
„You can heal me in some other way, baby...” he repeated the motion, almost reaching for the bathroom dorknob.
„Dick...” she almost hissed at him, her throat clenching. God damn it!
„Y/N...” he gasped, his eyes scanning her every movement.
Such a war of nerves they were waging against one another, believing they were so smart, playing the other and having the other where they wanted to do. But it was not a chess game and there was no predicting how the other would act while- well- endangered. So, at the moment, Y/N and Dick were just standing in front of each other, mindful of every move, the tension between them palpable and unbearable. Tensed muscles were ready to react, every instinct on high alert, senses sharpened, breath fastened.
In some other circumstanced they would probably end up having the most passionate night of love, but not this time.
She took another step back and before he could react rushed to the living room, trying to reach that stupid drawer where he hid the evidence of his nightlife.
„DAMMIT Y/N!”he made after her a second later, grabbing her from the back, almost peeling the towel off in the process.
„Let me go!” she started kicking and squirming trying to break free as he lifted her off the ground. „I’m gonna neutralize you! I’ll go full black widow on you!”
„Black widow, huh? Is there something you want to tell me, baby?”
„Put me down Grayson!” she struggled even more, cursing herself for not being able to really act on her words. Not with him. Not with her boyfriend.
„Y/N!”
„Put me down!!”
„Y/N!!”
„What?!”
„I need to tell you something!”
„THEN JUST FREAKING SAY IT!”
„NOT BEFORE YOU CALM DOWN!”
„STOP YELLING AT ME!” she shouted
„YOU STARTED IT!”
„I’M A WOMAN! I GET TO START FIGHTS OUT OF NOTHING! AND YOU’RE THE MAN SUPPOSED TO TAKE MY SHIT-! Whoops--” her eyes grew wide at the realization she might have gone to far. Seemingly he though the same cause his grip on her loosened and he put her on the ground. „I’m sorry, Dick - I- I didn’t mean that-” she whispered „please, don;t be mad at me- I love you....”
And that was it. She said those three magic words he knew was true and it was just impossible to lie to her anymore.
„I love you too. And I’m Nightwing.” he sighed, closing his eyes, ready for shocked expression, wide eyes, open mouth and confused stuttering. And he was going to take the repercussions of not telling her earlier. Her anger, her disappointment, the feeling of being deceived.
But nothing like this happened and after a moment of prolonging silence he dared to open one eye, taking on such a funny look that she couldn't help but let out an amused chuckle.
„Hey!” he clearly took offence „why are you laughing at me?! Wait--’  finally it hit him „why are you laughing? Why are you not mad?”
„Do you want me to be mad?” Y/N raised an eyebrow, truly waiting for his response
„God, no! Last time you were, you didn’t let me-- not the point.” Dick shook his head „Did you hear what I just said?”
„You’re Nightwing.”
„I’m Nigh---. Wait - why are you so calm about it? I kept it a secret from you for so long and--”
„Dick.”
„I lied to you to put it bluntly. I’ve been out fighting crime, acting like a hero, who I am, handsome and brave and skillful but still putting my life in danger and ---”
„Dick!”
„Did you know I got the title of the hottest vigilante in --”
„DICK!!”
„But I still think that--”
„Stop talking! I knew!!”
„you what?”
„I knew you were Nightwing! I figured it out a while ago, but tried to play fair and give you a chance to come clean with me.”
„YOU KNEW!?”
„Yeah.... I’m not stupid, okay? And-- and I;m not mad or offended or anything like that. I get that it’s a part of who you are so no worries about me asking you to stop or whatever else.”
„You are surprisingly understanding” he muttered „Babe?”
„Hmmmm?”  
„why are you so cool about it?”
„Ok...um--” she brushed her hair out of her forehead nervously „please don’t freak out, ok?” she looked into his eyes for a second before staring at the floor „I-um-... I’m a spy...”
 „Like James Bond?” he grinned „I was always a fan of the classic but if you prefer Daniel--”
„DICK!!”
„What?” he scoffed „you’re a spy, I know. I-- well, I might have known for a while now.”
„You did?” she frowned. „damn, it’s not like it kills my confidence in my skills....” she rolled her eyes.
„Well it does add to my confidence in mine” he laughed wholeheartedly and regardless of her irritation she did crack a smile.
„I hate you and your stupid sense of humor.”
„so why are you laughing with me baby?”
„I’m laughing at how annoying you are”
„Come on, I’m forgiving you for keeping things from me...” he grabbed her waist pulling her into his chest and hugging closely. „Can I see that sexy spandex suit of yours now?” he whispered into her ear.
„Hmmm. I might be in need of a new one, cause I kind of the destroyed it--”
„Don’t worry baby, I can work with the lack of it too....”
Oh, boy....
No sleep for the wicked that night.  
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akairawrites · 5 months
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Barbie to my Ken | Dick Grayson imagine
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"What are we planning to dress up as for Halloween?" Dick passed you a cup of coffee while you placed a twenty-dollar bill on the counter. Walking out of the coffee shop, Dick courteously held the door open as you both strolled down the bustling Blüdhaven sidewalk, hand in hand.
Pausing to consider his question, you suggested, "How about Morticia and Gomez?" He took a sip of his coffee and asked, "Who?" You looked at him in disbelief, saying, "The Addams family?"
He shook his head, still clueless. "We watched the show on Netflix," you reminded him. His eyes widened in realization, "Oh yeah! I fell asleep watching that, didn't I?"
As you continued walking down the lively Blüdhaven sidewalk, you playfully elaborated on your Halloween costume idea. "Picture it – black dresses, eerie charm, and dark humor. It could be a blast," you said, a hint of excitement in your voice.
Dick, now catching on, chuckled at the imagery. "Ah, got it. The spooky, mysterious couple."
You both shared a laugh, the prospect of transforming into Morticia and Gomez adding a playful vibe to the bustling city atmosphere. The scent of coffee lingered as you meandered through the crowd, discussing potential details for your Addams family-inspired Halloween adventure.
Then realization struck. The exact reason you couldn't go as Morticia and Gomez dawned on you – someone you knew had already chosen that iconic duo. The thought of two sets of the Addams couple at the party seemed awkward. Desiring something more unique, you explained the situation to Dick as you both crossed the street. He understood and agreed that opting for a more original costume was the best course of action.
While you both crossed the street, you and Dick brainstormed costume ideas, but none seemed to strike a chord. As you reached the steps of the Blüdhaven police department, Dick suddenly gasped, stopping in his tracks. You followed suit, halting your steps.
"What?" you asked, curious.
"I just thought of the perfect costume," he declared.
"Which is?" you inquired.
With a hint of cheesiness, he suggested, "You could be the Barbie to my Ken!"
You couldn't help but cringe at the line, but it didn't stop you from bursting into laughter.
"Why didn't I think of that?" you exclaimed, still amused by the Barbie and Ken idea.
Entering the police department, you and Dick received warm greetings from your coworkers before settling down at your shared desk. Reflecting on Dick's suggestion, you smiled and said, "I'd love to be your Barbie, Grayson."
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k-4-ni · 8 months
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summary: a little secret between you and your goofy boy best friend.
[ Dick Grayson x f!reader ] / SFW
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"She was amazing."
There you lay, slouched up on the couch, muscles slack and relaxed as you forced yourself to listen to Grayson's rant about how he met this one vigilante, his tone awe-stricken yet his gaze was bitter and tense.
"Her moves... Unlike anything I've ever seen." He swooned.
He grunted, jabbing the punching bag a third time now, was it the fourth? You lost count at the 5th.
You could hear the collision of his fist jabbing into the punching bag that lay dangling from the ceiling, beads of sweat trickling from below his eyebrow as he bent his elbow, swinging at the punching bag once more.
"Did you see her ass? I heard she had a great ass."
You snickered softly, your voice with a tinge of mockery as you scrunched your nose in a teasing manner, your gaze flickered from Grayson's forearm to his glistening forehead.
You threw your head back against the sofa, your fingers digging into the leather material as you swung your legs over the arm rest.
Grayson stopped his training, veering around to face you. The way your eyes glimmered as you glanced at him with what seemed to be admiration and an intention of playfulness was something that he hadn't felt from another woman before.
"Yeah?" He mocked.
“She does have a great ass. Though, the thing for me, is she has two great assets,” He winked and nudged you playfully. “That, and I hear she’s a great detective, too.”
The heavy bag swayed in the air, and the chain clanked against the support. He let out a huff of frustration, wiping the sweat off his brow.
“You got it?”
"Mhm."
You mumbled, a sense of irritation coursing through your viens as you crossed your arms in front of your chest.
"Anything else? Or was it just her ass that you liked?"
"No...there's more than that," Dick hummed, putting more weight into his punches as he struck the heavy bag. You could hear the small grunts that left his lips with each impact as sweat dripped into his eyes.
"Her fighting. It's like poetry in motion." There was a slight pause before he added, "And her body is nice, too." He smirked as he continued striking the bag. Despite a steady stream of sweat, he didn't wipe it away as he let his gaze linger on your slack form.
“I like her sense of justice, her style, the way she moves, and her ass if I have to be honest." He beamed. His eyes caught yours for a silent moment, His eyes roaming over your lean figure and neutral expression as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, intentionally flexing his muscles. “Are you jealous?”
"I mean, if she looks as pretty as you say, I'd take her too." You uttered, Your expression unhinged and tepid as you let your gaze fixate on your nails.
“Good luck with that, [Name].”
And with one final puncture to the poor dented bag, he fainted against the couch, his chest trembling and quivering with each struggling breath as he wiped away the stream of glistening sweat down his temple.
“If she and I get together, you have to stay far, far, far away,” He smirked sternly, flashing you a toothy grin.
"And what makes you think you can pull such a great ass like hers?"
You grinned smugly, shifting your weight and positioning the upper half of your body on your elbows, leaning up and tilting your head up at him as your eyes flashed with a devious glimmer.
"Let's just say... I know a few things."
News flash, She rejected him.
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spasmsofthought · 2 months
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there is no fear now (dick grayson x reader)
been a little while, so i might be a little rusty, but this came so suddenly and i had to get it out.
THIS remix of "unconditionally" by katy perry is to blame for all of these words.
i hope you enjoy this and i hope you know you are deserving and worthy of being loved without reservation or shame.
not proofed or beta'd so please be kind.
xoxo
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Maybe the problem is that you don't think.
It might explain the way you're operating on auto-pilot as you make your way to his apartment. It might be why he's been keeping his distance from you. It might be why his texts are shorter and why he says he's too busy to stop by your place of work.
He knows there's something that's changing, that will change.
Given his background and how much is going on in his life currently, it's logical that he would be resistant to change. Especially a change like this.
Your knock on his apartment door is loud, unashamed.
It's like someone tied a knot in your gut and has been pulling and tugging you to where you have landed yourself in front of his door.
Maybe the problem is that you have always jumped into everything headfirst.
There's no thoughts about self-preservation or how you might embarrassing yourself as the door swings open.
His blue eyes are the first thing you see, tinged with exhaustion and fatigue. But there's a shining warmth too as he registers that it's you.
He says your name softly. And then, "What are you doing here?"
It's 11:30 pm on a Wednesday night. You're normally already in bed, and he's usually getting ready for patrol. You both know this is unusual.
Your mind has been on one track all evening. Scratch that -- all day.
"I love you" comes out.
I love you - pouring coffee into a cup.
I love you - the middle of the morning blue sky.
I love you - as you are getting off the bus at the stop near your apartment.
I love you - a taxi horn blares as you sprint across the crosswalk.
"I do." You say as he stares at you. "I love you. I love you and I think you know."
"I do know." His eyes shine, but there's worry brewing in them too.
"I love you," It comes out a little fiercer this time; a little stronger. You are assured and fearless in this.
Being in love with Richard Grayson should scare the ever-living daylights out of you, but it's the only thing you're certain about.
A weighted moment of silence follows your last confession, and you stand in front of Dick Grayson in the doorway of his apartment at 11:35 pm on a random Wednesday night and begin to wonder what the hell you are doing.
There's a split second where anxiety rules you. Where you wonder if it was actually a good idea to follow your gut instinct on this one. You wonder if you should've left it alone. You wonder if the exposure and vulnerability your confession to Dick will be worth it.
Simultaneously as quick as lightning and as slow as a sloth, Dick's hands reach for your face. His mouth swallows your gasp as his lips press against yours and he gently pulls you closer to him.
One of his hands drops from your face as your touch lingers over his forearms and the slam of the front door is the last thing you hear before you are lost to euphoria.
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demigoddessqueens · 2 years
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No because why was he so damn bratty and such a mood 😆 😂
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lazycats-stuff · 7 months
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The New Heir - Chapter 1
And here we go everyone. Again, feedback is greatly appreciated. Warnings: mentions of bullying, kids can be cruel, minor violence, stalking Word count: 1.5k
Prologue,
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Elias blinked a few times, looking at the board. His last period was math and as much as he loved the subject, he didn't like the last period of the day, regardless of what subject it is. He forced himself to focus, looking at the fractions.
He wrote down a little note next to a certain example, making sure that he wouldn't forget how it's solved. Elias' eyes went straight to the clock.
3 more minutes. Just 3 more minutes and he would be free. He just has to make it for 3 more minutes. His eyes travelled over the classroom. His best friend stopped writing a minute or 2 ago and was just watching the clock.
Elias' eyes travelled over the people in the classroom. Everyone was just ready to go home and rest. Everyone was tired. Some were following along and some were just mentally not there.
And Elias' eyes fell down on the one and only Damian Wayne. He still remembers how shocked the Gotham public was when it was revealed that Damian was Bruce Wayne's biological son. Him and his mom remember being shocked about it.
And she was more shocked that he went to public school and not private, but Bruce Wayne often said that he wanted his children to have a normal life, despite their celebrity status that they obtained by default.
But Damian Wayne was the first kid of the four sons that was biologically connected to Bruce. Elias didn't know what to think about him at all. He was stand offish at school, but he was polite towards the teachers.
And he seemed closed off, as if he put a very strong wall around himself. Why would a 12 year old had to put up walls around himself? Elias didn't want to judge, but it was strange for a 12 year old to be so closed off.
His eyes travelled back to the clock, seeing that there was a minute left. He subtly put his pencil in his pencil case, along side his eraser. When the bell rang, everyone decided to pack it out of here.
Elias' heard something about don't forget the worksheet for the Monday. He gave it out at the beginning of the subject so Elias already had it in his notebook.
" Come on Elias, " Theo said, trying to hurry up his friend.
" Give me a moment. " Elias said, putting the last of his stuff in the bag.
" You are slow as hell. " Theo remarked, laughing at the the middle finger he got from Elias.
They left the classroom and went to their lockers to get their stuff. Elias didn't put a lot of stuff in it, he just stuffed his jacket in there. He took his jacket out and put it on. It was the end of September and it was getting progressively colder and colder.
There were some cheers and some howling. What the hell? Theo and Elias looked at one another. It was the bully of the school, Mark Johnson. Elias hated him.
He never liked bullies. Mark was an 8th grader and thankfully it was his last year here, but he was taller than the rest of the kids and that gave him a certain edge. Not to mention his 'friends'. More appropriate term would be lackeys. Maybe even sheep.
" Is that Mark? " Elias asked, rubbing his eyes.
" Yup. He is bullying Damian Wayne. He is holding something above his hand and Damian looks like he is going snap. "
Elias sighed as he watched it. Why would Mark bully a Wayne? Out of all people in this school, the biological son of Bruce Wayne? Nope. Not happening. Anybody who has a brain would see that that is a bad idea.
" Hold my bag. " Elias said, shrugging the said bag off of his shoulders.
" Elias, what are you going to do? " Theo asked, tilting his head.
" Just watch. " Elias said, giving his friend a smirk.
" Oh God, Eli don't do it. " Theo said, seeing already what was going to happen.
" Don't worry. " Elias assured Theo.
" I don't want you to be suspended. " Theo called out after him as Elias made his way, through the crowd. Theo sighed. Elias was to brave for his own good.
" Mark, give Damian his- " He stopped, looking up to see a sketchbook, then dropping his eyes lower to meet Mark's eyes " Sketchbook. " He said, making sure to keep his face neutral.
" Or what? " Mark said, smirking at Elias, leaning his head down. Damian was glanced at Elias. Now what?
" Or we will have a repeat of the last time we were in this predicament. " Elias said calmly, watching as the smirk disappeared. The crowd let out an ooh, clearly knowing what Elias was talking about.
Damian, in fact, didn't know what Elias did. He watched Mark's wheels turn inside his head. Elias just raised his eyebrow, silently asking him ' and what is it? '
Mark held the notebook even higher. Elias sighed, shaking his head.
" Don't say that I didn't warn you. " Was the only warning that Damian and Mark got before Elias swung at Mark's jaw. Mark grunted and stumbled back into the wall. Elias grabbed the notebook back and smacked Mark with it across the face. The crowd was laughing at Mark and Elias handed Damian his sketchbook.
" Thank you. Did you really punch him in the face before? " Damian asked, opening the doors to get out.
" I have. And damn, it felt good. " Elias said, taking his bag from Theo.
" It was a pretty sight. " Theo confirmed, moving out in the fresh air.
Damian and Elias followed too. Elias closed his eyes for a moment. He sighed, feeling the harsh wind against his face. Fall came to Gotham.
Damian went straight to the car waiting for him.
" He has a butler Elias. " Theo said, watching the car.
" He is rich. " Elias said back, walking down the stairs of the school.
" I know, but still! Imagine, a butler that does everything you want on a whim. " Theo dreamed as they walked side by side. Elias laughed at that. He didn't need a butler.
" Why are you laughing at me? " Theo whined, walking next to him as they were walking home.
" Because. Just because he has a butler, that doesn't mean that the butler does everything. I would bet you that he still gets stuff on his own. " Elias said, looking around as they stopped at a traffic stop. He didn't have a good feeling.
He saw a tall man, with black hair and green eyes, dressed like any other Gotham resident, but something was off. Way off. He was across the street from them and he was looking at them both. Elias' hunch went off.
" Theo, follow my lead and don't panic, " Elias said, grabbing Theo's arm.
Theo stayed quiet, guessing that Elias got a hunch. Elias had a detector for danger and that was a very useful skill to have in Gotham.
" Can I get an explanation? " Theo asked as they were walking quickly.
" I think a guy is following us. " Elias said quietly, seeing a subway. It was busy so they could lose him there.
" A hunch? " Theo pressed, walking down the old metal stairs.
" Yup. " Elias said, still not letting go off Theo's arm.
" Oh God. "
Elias stayed quiet, moving through the crowd. He looked back for a moment and he saw that the man was looking around. Elias pushed on forward, seeing the exit. Elias had a tight grip on Theo's arm and he moved him to go up the old metal stairs, making the run around the corner.
They have lost him.
" Come on, lets go. " They had around 10 minutes to their building.
" Elias, I can't run that fast. " Theo said, huffing.
" Well, I don't care. You are going to thank me one day. " Elias said, sighing in relief as they saw their building. He took his keys from his pocket and unlocked the front door.
Theo and Elias took deep breaths.
" Oh my God. " Theo said, panting.
" I know. "
" As much as I love this city, I hate it at the same time. " Theo declared, going to the elevator. He pressed the up button and Elias moved to stand next to Theo.
" I feel you. "
They stepped into the elevator once it opened it's doors. Elias pressed 2 and Theo pressed 3. The doors closed and the lift moved upwards.
They stood in silence and Elias said goodbye to Theo. He stepped out and unlocked the apartment door. Whew... This was insane. He took his jacket off and took his shoes off. His mom was going to be home soon and he would be able to tell her.
Who even was that man?
He went to the bathroom to wash his hands, sighing quietly. He went back to his room after drying his hands. A nap would be in order first.
He was tired beyond belief.
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hardcore-lonewolf · 7 months
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HEROES & HEROINES: TT [2003] & YJ [2010]
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OC Names: Evelina Gwendolyn Nelson, Ophelia Stephanie Trevor, Nathaniel Kevin Davenport, and Matthew Noah Ferris; Portrayed as Asami Sato, Gwen Tennyson, Kevin Levin, and Noah Nixon.
Halfblood, Supermartian, Hotwheels, Padlock, Spitfire, Wonderland, Pocketwatch, and Wildbird.
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violetrizumu · 6 months
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POKÉMON X NIGHTWING🐦 X OC🥀
You are challenged by Vigilantes Nightwing & RoseKnight!
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y/n:Let them have a taste of provoking us!
Dick:Of course!Dear!
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*Please do not forward my work to other platforms>//////<
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crack-art-n-stuff · 7 months
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Valentine pressed her boot down on his arm, with a proud smirk, “You’re getting predictable, Nightbutt. Need to keep me entertained.”
Nightwing grunted as he pretended to reach for his escrima sticks. The villainess’ attention followed his reach, giving the vigilante an opening to sweep his leg under her free leg. Taken by surprise, the wind was knocked out of her after he flipped them over so he could pin her down. His tight grasp on her wrists forced her pistol to clatter away from them when he slammed them against the stone rooftop.
Valentine clenched her teeth as she was forced to absorb the hit. She playfully glared up at Nightwing, not wanting her confident and flirty front crack.
He gave her his own playful smile, “I could say the same about you, Cupid.”
Thinking fast, the villain tried to knee him in the stomach, but her simply pinned her leg down with his own.
Shit. This isn’t good, is it?
Valentine and Nightwing were both panting, feeling the energy spent in their fight.
Only now did she notice how close they were, their breaths mixing together. Holding her facade was getting harder. Her brain was slowly frying, scrambling to find a way out and ignoring her pounding heart. Even behind his mask, she could feel his eyes burning into her own.
She opened her mouth to say a smart quip, but was immediately shut up by Nightwing. His lips suddenly slammed against her own. She was frozen, trying to decide on what to do. She could use this as an opening, but god, did she want to melt into it. She wasn’t stupid. She had a skill in self-reflection. However, that doesn’t mean she likes to admit it. She was supposed to be like a black widow, using and disposing people after she no longer needed them. Alas, Nightwing liked to disrupt her plans, didn’t he?
For a millisecond in her distracted state, she kissed back. This caused Nightwing to deepen the kiss. Letting go of one of her wrists, he used that hand to grasp her jaw. Taken aback, she let out a noise in surprise and her face faded into a deep red, growing more flustered.The hand that still held her wrist slowly moved up to lace his own fingers with hers.
Shit!
When he finally pulled away, they stared at each other. Valentine used the sudden space to slam her head into Nightwing, dazing him. She flipped them over and hurried to her feet. She quickly scooped up her guns and ran to jumped to the other rooftop. She didn’t stop running or look back.
Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!
Still on the original building’s roof, Nightwing slowly sat up as he turned his head to watch his foe run off, with her tail between her legs. Noticing his nose bleeding, he licked the blood that fell to his lips.
With a dark smirk, he was satisfied for the night.
Baby steps. But he knew it was working.
He’d control his little cupid’s heart strings in the end.
When he wanted something, he stopped at nothing to get it.
Always.
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batfamluvr · 25 days
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Hi, I don't know If you take requests, but could you please right about the reaction and thoughts of the bat boys toward finding out their partner was pregnant? Please and thank you
A/N: I do take requests, love. And I've got you ❣️
Bat-boys find out you're pregnant🍼
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Dick Grayson's first thought is worry. He doubts how he'll make it work; crimefighting, his job, then his relationship with you. And he'll wonder how Nightwing will interfere with his life, and how Bruce will react (he'll spoil the child endlessly).
Reassurance from Donna, Alfred, or Bruce will part his fog of worry and distance. He'll hit the ground running to rectify his isolation. I mean breaking the news to friends and family, arranging play dates with Roy and Lian.
"I'll be safer on patrol," he whispered," I promise, hun." You had broke down after so long of trying to remain calm. But seeing your lover return home with bruise after bruise would weigh anyone down. Especially one pregnant.
Dick's hand would always be on your belly, reminding himself that you both are safe and he's doing a great job. It's what he needs to hear, that he's making the city safer for you both.
He is 100% a handyman. Dick will build cribs, changing tables, repair toilets, fix creaky cabinets. And he'll baby proof the house." Don't worry, babe," he assured you." Just relax. It's just a clogged drain."
Jason Todd's first thought is if he'd be a good father, after everything he's been through and done. He even wonders if he deserves to be a father, or if he deserves a nameless grave. However, leaving is never and will never be an option for him. I truly think he'd be the most active out of the bat-boys.
Jason's love language has always been acts of service, and it would thrive during your pregnancy. Your house would be booby-trapped and SECURED. He'd teach you the basics of a gun, and he'd ensure your pregnancy cravings are stocked. Jason would also wash your back when your belly grew too large.
Jason would let you shop for baby and maternity clothes with his card. His only request is that you don't get the baby anything too vibrant because it's an eyesore. If anything, he'd prefer neutral tones or black on the baby.
The weather becomes his interest after the baby's birth." Do you think they need a jacket?" Is his favorite line." Don't you think it's a little hot for them to be wearing long sleeves," he'll wonder. Or the baby is swaddled and he'll question," do you think he's overheating? I'd be hot if that were me all wrapped up like that."
A child is the only thing to make him stand steadfast on his refusal to kill. Not Bruce, not Dick, not even you. Your child brought forth a new mindset, one of not wanting to see a killer reflecting in the innocent and chocolate eyes of his child (Jason's eyes are brown. Argue with a wall).
Tim Drake isn't as present as one would believe. His activity is inconsistent, and it's harder to reach him because he's usually working. But he wants you to sit with him, to bring the baby and let him play around in his office.
It warms his heart to return from a meeting and his baby is sprawled out on his pastel blue teddy bear blanket and cooing. You're dangling a rattle over him, and Tim would strut over and kiss you on the cheek." How's it going, love?" He'd ask and rub the baby's cheek." They being good?" His eyebrow would raise playfully.
The baby would be raised around Bruce and Alfred more than his actual parents. I also see Stephanie caring for the baby and even babysitting if you work or just need rest. Cass would swoon over it, so prepare for tons of peeled oranges and Cass making your bottles.
Alfred would surely read your baby literature. He'd be sitting in the library, baby on his lap while y'all rest, reading from a dusty and old book that's sure to ignite your allergies.
Damian would try his hardest to be a fun dad because he never got that. It's been well documented that he wouldn't dare put a child through his life. So I think the farthest he would go is teaching you enough to defeat the average Shadow/Assassin. But he would not want you killing.
I think he'd lean into Bruce's "No-Kill" mantra after having a child. If you even want to enter vigilantism; he'd understand if you choose not to. It's a thankless job; it's isolating and bruising.
But I think if the kid did continue training, that's when they'd truly bond. Damian and he/she would laugh and joke between rounds; he'd show them the best way to throw a punch, and he'd teach mercy. That's also when they'd meet the other side of their family---the Al Ghuls. But Damian would have strict stipulations on what they learn. No instant kill moves, no brainwashing, none of the narcissistic sentiments Talia filled his head with.
I also think you, Damian, and your kid would lead fairly healthy lives. Not overboard, but the occasional protein shake or morning run; maybe even a little weight lifting. Or if cardio is your speed, he'd install a home-treadmill or a pool.
Bruce Wayne's first thought would be his age. How he's climbing in age and his job usually doesn't lead to gold and sunsets. He'd be happy because he sees it as a second chance. His first two sons saw the angry and vengeful side of him, so that's how they grew up; Tim sought him, and Damian came stained with blood.
But with you and the baby, he could actually be a father. He could raise the baby from infancy and make bottles and hush cries, like he wanted to with Dick and Jason. He could show the baby his favorite movies and just talk to them, even though the baby would respond with drool and coos.
He wouldn't have to be alone anymore. Bruce would set his child on a straight path; the world has enough Bats and birds. They could just...be. They'd would carry on the Wayne name.
Bruce would spoil you and his baby rotten. He'd watch over the baby like a hawk; each cry, each coo, each babble would send Bruce into a fit of worry. He'd leap up from his seat and check the cradle, only to find a giggling baby with his feet in the air. Then he'd chuckle, which would make the baby giggle even more. " You got me, little one. You got me," he'd utter and return to the Bat-computer.
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Dick: I need to get something of my chest Y/N: Is it your shirt? Please say yes
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igotanidea · 8 months
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five more minutes: Dick Grayson x fem!reader
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I'm (not) sorry, but that smug face fits right into this fanfiction!!
request/summary: Dick getting clingy when the reader needs to go somewhere
A/N: so, I think I'm back? Two weeks break and I'm getting into the swing of things again, so please go easy on me with this story......
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When she wakes up in the morning something seems off almost instantly.
It only takes a second to realise that said thing took the form of Dick Grayson, her beloved boyfriend, the man by day and the fearless vigilante by night. The protector of Gotham and its people.
Well, if only the people could see him now.
Sleeping in a weird position with the imprint of the pillow on his cheek, messy hair and some dried saliva in the corner of his mouth.
He so cute and adorable like that. Y/N does the quick scan of his face and body in the search for any injuries he might have obtained during the patrol but her heart rests easy when she noticed him being all in one piece with no blood or stiches. Either it was a quiet and peaceful night or he already took care of himself. Her bets are the latter, but since it’s work day she doesn’t really have any time to wait until he wakes up to blame him for not being careful.
As quiet and swift as she can, Y/N tries to move out of bed, but since Dick’s senses are heightened she doesn’t really get far, when his arms wraps around her, keeping her in place.
“Dick……” she mutters
“Mhmmmm……” he mumbles into the pillow
“Come on, I have get  up!”
“no you don’t.”
“I gotta get to work!”
“I’m the only work you need……” he grins, still half-asleep, but so full of himself and she almost rolls her eyes at the joke
“God, please stop…. I need to earn money you know? Not all of us have a billionaire daddy!”
“You’re dating the billionaire oldest son, isn’t that enough?”
She wonders for a moment. On a second thought maybe it is. Dick seems to use that heartbeat of hesitation, shifting his body weight on her, pinning her to bed, his eyes still closed, but this little shit knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Dick!” she gasps feeling all those muscles crush her “shit!
“I like it when you call my name in such a desperate words. Do it just one more time and the neighbours will hate you forever.” He chuckles and his makes her skin tingle.
You’re heavy…..” she squirms trying to break free, but it’s no use. “You brought it on yourself….” The girl mutters poking on his ribs in the place where he’s extremely sensitive because of an old injury.
“Hey!” he yells, trying to defend himself and letting go off her in the process.
Y/N is quick to jump out of bed and rush towards her wardrobe, grabbing her jeans and t-shirt and struggling to put them on.
“Not so fast!” Dick tears her clothes from her hands and holds them high out of reach.
“Not fair Grayson!”
“You called me fat.”
“I called you heavy!’
“Same thing!”
“It’s not….. You know what, fine. I’ll just wear something else….” She shrugs and runs towards the drawer, but before she could reach it Dick grabs her from behind and holds her tight to him
“Dick…….” She whines stretching out just to grab something to wear. Anything.
“I know. I’m irresistible.”
“A pain in the ass is what you are!”
“I can make you breakfast….” He tempts
“You’re not Jason, Dick. Making me breakfast means putting cereals In the bowl and poring some milk over it in your dictionary. Cold milk. And that is only if I bought both cereals and milk.”
“did you?”
“Yeah, I did.”
“Can’t you see how hard I’m trying? Just for you. Come on, you are like an employee  of the month. Or even a year. Stay…..” he kisses her neck playfully “you can call in sick.”
“I used all my sick days because of you.”
“How about casual leave?”
“and what may be the emergency?” she sighs in defeat, her body going limp as she drops the fighting knowing well enough she won’t win it. “Clingy boyfriend?”
“You called me boyfriend!” he grins again and she facepalms herself.
“We’ve been together for a year Dick. Why do you seem surprised?”
“I could never get bored with hearing that word from you. Makes me proud that you’re mine.”
“trying to sweet talk me? Won’t work. By the way, you are soooooo cheesy Grayson.”
“And?” he asks
“ And? What and?”  at this point Y/N is confused, her eyebrows furrowing as she turns to meet his gaze
“And you love me?” he insist, spinning her around in his arms so that he can get easy access to her kissable face.
“Yeah…..” she smiles dreamily “yeah, I do love you, you idiot” she trails with a love sick puppy expression. But it doesn’t mean I’m gonna stay and be you babysi…..ah! Put me down!” she yells suddenly feeling her body lift of the ground without her knowledge or will. “Put me down Grayson! What are you……?! Damn it…!”
Dick does not listen or does not get impressed by her poor attempts to break free. He’s Nightwing. He’s got so many ways to immobilise the opponent. Or, in this case, lover.
“Dick I swear I am going to kick your ass if you don’t….!” the threat dies on her lips as he throws her onto the mattress and kisses her softly shutting her up in the process.
“Stay?” he pouts looking at her with those pretty doe eyes “Pretty please?”
“You act like a five year old!”
“A five year old that wants you. A five year old that misses you…”
“I’ll be back, you know……” she brush the strand of hair from his face. She’s already gone but still tries to keep the appearances.
“Yeah, at 6 p.m. or later. It’s almost the time when I get ready for my night shift…… Please…..”he whines nuzzling his nose over her neck “stay…..”
“please…..” she mimics his whining, caressing his cheek “let me go……”
“But I need you…….” He hide his face in her belly and his hair tickle
“Why do you always need me when I am supposed to go to work?’
“It’s a terrible and uncontrollable disease…..” he laughs
“Is there a cure?” she laughs back
“I can think of something….” He closes the gap between them, nibbling on her bottom lip. “and it may be working…. But I;m not sure. Need some more testing” he repeats his action. “Mhm, yes, it’s definitely working… You don’t want me to be sick, do you?”
“Not really. You are whiny and attention seeker when you are sick.”
“I am not!” he shouts in denial “ok, maybe I am. A little. But come on, you can stay some more time with me……”
“How long, dickie?” she smiles at him, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“five more minutes?”
“ok. Five more minutes. She sighs deeply, letting go of any of her objections, letting Dick lay beside her and act like a big spoon, while holding her tight to his chest and caressing her sides and belly.
“You’re not letting me go, are you?” she whispers closing her eyes and getting lost in his touch.
“Never.”
And she’s pretty sure she can live with that.  
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daddysfangirls-dc · 11 months
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The Making of Three (1/3)
Pairing: Wally West x Dicky Grayson x fem! OC
Warning: Smut, angst
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Dick had propped his phone up against a pillow on video call as he put on a show for his boyfriend. And he was on the other side of the bed in full view without clothes and his erection in his hand.
After an incident on patrol, Robin was benched for a week, and to further punishment, Bruce banned Wally from the manor. Although upset at first, the lovers took it and strive and decided to try something new.
Before the banning, Dick had given Wally a gift, a remote. Wally had no idea what the remote was until today, Dick called him. And showed what it was for.
Which lets them to current events. Dick splayed across his bed while video-calling his boyfriend so he could watch him masturbate and control the wireless toy in his ass. And my my, were they enjoying themselves. Wally, remote in hand, watched intently as Dick slowly stroked his cock while letting breath whines and moans.
As Wally played with the setting Dick lost his ability to speak moans and whimpers were all he could give.
"You, you look so good, I wish I was there, I want to touch you so bad I want to feel you," Wally said breathlessly. He was nearly drooling over him.
Dick choked as Wallly kicked up the speed of the toy, the vibrations coursing through him. He moans as he runs both his hands through his hair and over his body, his cock leaking precum without being touched. He was basically humping the air.
Abs flexing, hips thrusting. With the feeling of the vibrations and the sound of Wally's own moans and dirty encouragement," Look at that pretty cock" he was already on the edge, moaning and crying out.
He had no control. Especially as the vibrator went up to the highest setting.
He was at the mercy of him.
And could not stop himself.
He was there. His balls tightened, and his legs shook. He tossed his head back, arching his back. As he let out a choked moan, the only verbal warning he could give. As he orgasmed cum shot onto his bed and stomach.
He let out a whimper-like cry as the vibrator continue overstimulating him. Wally takes mercy turning it off.
Sitting up, he was met with a horrifyingly humiliating site of Alice. There she was, standing at the door, holding two bowls of fruit. And there he was, laying in bed nude with a vibrator in his ass, his phone leaned up against the pillow and covered in his cum.
Neither knew what to say. Neither spoke, they just looked at each other. A moment of silence. No one moved.
"Dick?" Wally interrupted the silence.
All at once, everyone began moving. Dick dove off the bed, gathering blankets to cover himself, knocking his phone in the process. Alice quickly backed out of the room with her fruit still in hand and closed the door with her foot.
What the fuck ?!
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Alice Kent, aka Supergirl, daughter of Lois and Clark Kent, aka Superman. Not as exciting as one would imagine.
"Is there something wrong, Miss Alice?" Alfred asked as he found her slouched over the kitchen counter.
"Just bored, I don't know what to do."
"I'm off to the market, do you wish to join me?" it was a kind offer, but Alice knew that Alfred enjoyed his time there. It was his time, and she wouldn't ruin it with her sulking.
"No, thank you. I'll just annoy Dick. Is it alright if I make a snack first?" Alfred, able to read minds and tell the future like the god he is, simply turns to the fridge and takes out two bowls of fresh-cut fruit. " Thank you, Alfred"
"You're Welcome, Miss Alice. I'll be back in an hour or so Master Bruce will be back in 30 minutes, behave."
"Yes, sir"
And with that, they both departed, Alfred to the market and Alice to Dick's room.
Alice knew Dick was in his room, probably on the phone with Wally, it would explain why the speedster was ignoring her. The Couple was probably flirting over the phone, so she would interrupt that and demand a movie to spend some time with her two best friends.
Yep, Bestie time.
Alice was a bit too in her head if she was paying attention and listening, she would have heard what Dick was doing in his room. Especially with her super hearing, but no she was so far in her head, she didn't hear a sound.
Reaching his bedroom, she unstably balances the bowls with one arm and opened the door.
Stepping into the room, it was then that she realized the mistake of getting a full view of Dick in all his naked glory.
Obviously, a very intimate moment was taking place, but Alice couldn't find it in herself to look away.
Skin flushed, covered in a thin coat of glistening sweat, back bent in a beautiful arch, legs shaking, hands desperately pulling at the sheets, eye closed, mouth opened, releasing many cries and moans, and cock standing stiff, tall, and leaking.
"W-Wallllllllyy" he moaned out as he came.
Alice watched as he orgasmed untouched. She watched as his cum painted his stomach and bed. Body shaking before going slack. But only for a moment before he started trembling again, this time trying to close his legs. Whimpering as he tried to reach between his legs.
He stopped shaking and let out a breath of relief.
Another moment went by before he says up and opened his eyes. And he saw her.
Alice didn't know what to do she was frozen. As was he, both watched each other in silence, not knowing what to do.
It was very clear that Alice had seen him in very intimate and private situations. Something she wasn't supposed to see. And now she had no idea what to do, standing there, her legs unmoving. Laying there, his body was also unmoving. Many emotions run through each of them.
"Dick?"
They returned to reality.
It was like lightning had struck her suddenly she couldn't stop moving. Backing out, she used her foot to close the door behind her and quickly rushed to her room.
Making it to her room, she quickly put the fruit bowl on her side table, locked her door, and sat on her bed.
"FUCK"
(Not my image)
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Blue Comet (Aqua Charming) and Nightwing (Dick Grayson) by the amazing @zoe-oneesama!
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