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Dick in Nightwing by Tom Taylor #116

(icons from my pinterest supeearman)

[reallyunluckyrunaway]

Sam trying to explain the time loop in Mystery Spot be like:

[steven-myself]

the Nureyev Scrapbooks - FACTORY Fanzine

ph. Richard Avedon

[jade-and-101-cats]

richard john (dick) grayson

[eccentricallygothic]

the slut strand was OUTRAGEOUS

[moodboardmix]

Taylor House, 816 Lockerbie Ct, Glendale, California,

Designed in 1961 by Richard Neutra

[muffinthealmighty]

name a more iconic duo than a twink and a redhead but they're actually both twinks

(it's richard papen and francis abernathy)

[vintage-tigre]

Jean Michel Basquiat and Richard Pryor, 1984

[smutinlove]

comic Dick Grayson taking the reader to the Wayne gala as their date when they realize that multiple men are eyeing her, and dick gets all jealous and overprotective and one way or another, he’s kissing down her neck and making out with her in a hallway, and dick keeps his eyes slightly open just to see how some men are watching them make out so he just smirks into the kiss and leads the reader into Bruce’s office where he forces her to stay quiet (AM I INSANE FOR REQUESTING THIS??😭)

No, sweetheart, you are perfectly sane. I love you <3

—Warnings: 18+ content. Fingering, pet names (princess, love, etc.,)

Everyone knows the Wayne Galas are always extravagant, meaning—no matter your gender, you need to dress your best. I mean, it's Bruce Wayne, right? And sometimes it's more fun to attend a gala with a... friend—or better yet, a date.

That date being Dick Grayson, whose arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, he dragged you around with him all night. Why? He knew the looks those "men" were giving you.

I mean, you were gorgeous, that was a fact. (Look it up)

And, well, those men wanted you. They wanted to be the ones holding you and making you laugh. But all they could do was watch, and watching isn't entertaining.

Now, you found yourself standing near a corner while Dick had left to get some lemonade. "Are you alright, miss?" You heard a voice pang from behind you.

You turned around and saw a man dressed in a tuxedo. He adjusted his tie and inched closer to you. "You seem... tired. Would you like to leave? I assure you—my mansion is up to its name."

You held in an obnoxious laugh. "I don't think my boyfriend would like that."

The man chuckled, "Well, your boyfriend isn't here, love. And he doesn't need to know either." He cupped your cheek, making you roll your eyes.

"Don't worry, doll, later, you'll be rolling your eyes for a different reason." You smirked, knowing that Dick was watching your interaction with this man.

Bless the souls of those who dare to even look at Dick Grayson's girl.

"Really now?" He nodded. "What do you say... we get 'outta here?"

"Hands off," you heard from behind you. You grinned. "Sorry, buddy. She's taken." His eyes bore into the man. Dick's hand snacked up to your waist, pulling you close to him.

The man's eyes widened, "Right, of course," he quickly ran off, his face red from embarrassment.

"Trying to rile me up, aren't ya? Silly girl," he whispered into your ear.

You grinned. "Maybe I was trying to make you just a bit mad,"

Next thing you knew, you and Dick were in the hallway, his hands tracing the fabric of your dress. He left small trails of kisses down your neck, making you gasp.

He lifted your chin, his eyes looking deeply into your soul. Dick closed the gap between you, causing fireworks to explode. You wrapped your arms around his neck and closed your eyes.

Little did you know that Dick's eyes weren't. The door to the area of the gala was slightly open. And those men that were eyeing you earlier could only watch and get off with Dick making out with you.

Slowly, you were being dragged somewhere. An office...

Bruce Wayne's office. This wasn't right. Definitely not.

He closed the door behind him.

"Dick, what're we doing here?" you asked. "My dear, we needed a bit of privacy," Dick said, his hands trailing up to your thighs, gently squeezing them.

As you were about to utter another word, he clamped his hand on your mouth and whispered, "Don't, love. We don't want anyone to hear us, right?" You nodded, falling right into his trap. (wtf)

His hands went back to your thighs, moving further up, causing you to let out a small moan. "Keep quiet, baby, don't wanna get caught now do we? I mean, we are in Bruce's office." Dick chuckled.

You whined. It was unfair of Dick. You wanted each other badly and now he was asking you to be quiet.

He pushed your panties to the side and began to gently twist and pinch your clit.

Fuck," you groaned, his hand still clamped onto your mouth. "That's not very lady-like, princess," he taunted, pushing his fingers inside you.

Dick curled his fingers, hitting that spot which made you squirm.

"I know, sweetheart. So fucking wet," Dick's mouth latched onto your nipple. His free hand went up and unclipped the front part of your dress, letting your breast free.

He continued to push his fingers deeper inside you. Your moans and pants were muffled by his hand. "You're close, aren't ya? I can feel you, baby. Squeezing my fingers."

"Keep quiet, love. Don't want anyone finding out that my fingers are deep inside you now do we? Now that'd be a scandal." he teased.

Your body was shaking from pleasure. "Come on, princess. Let go for me."

And you did. Your legs were shaking, and you were seeing stars. Dick's eyes lit up with joy as he watched his girl ride out her orgasm.

"That's it, sweet girl," he cooed. He slipped his fingers out and into his mouth, sucking your cum off. "Delicious," he purred, making your core tighten.

"On the desk," Dick demanded, pointing his finger towards Bruce's desk.

You obliged and sat on the desk. You were a sight to see. He lifted your chin, "God, you're so fucking perfect. You're my girl, all mine." Dick whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

And now suddenly you knew why he wasn't given a nickname such as "rich," "rick," or any other basic white-boy nickname.

He was Dick Grayson.

And it's safe to say that he ISN'T done with you.

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giggling while writing this omg omg

dick is so hot. ugh, he's just so perfect. like omg those abs... and that ASS. im about to start calling him "daddy dick". sorry.

[tygerland]

A Hard Day's Night (1964)

[elvispresley]

♪ And you know what it's worth ♪

John Lennon, Eric Clapton and Keith Richards from The Dirty Mac performing Yer Blues (1968)

[mind-lost-in-the-stars]

being on the nerdy prudes must die side of tumblr is really funny right now because of all the trans fem Richie stuff going on. it’s just like Richie can’t pick a side because I also see people headcanon him as trans masc.

female transitioned male: we’ve got loads of fan fics about that one

male transitioned female: welcome to yuri central

some other third option: fuck yeah, I’d love to see it

one thing is constant: Richard Lipschitz is trans and nothing will change that

[judypooveysgf]

Ill never be as smart as Henry Winter but I aspire to be as cunt as Judy Poovey

[omg-hellgirl]

We did what girls do. Kissed. Took baths together. I was madly in love with Anita. She was so gorgeous. The one time we began to make love we were interrupted in flagrante by Mick and Keith. We were upstairs at Anita and Keith's house, caressing each other and kissing on the bed and in the middle of our lovemaking Mick and Keith walked in. Mick's attitude was, "Let's join 'em." But Keith put a stop to it right away. There's quite an old-fashioned side to him.

Marianne Faithfull, Faithfull: An Autobiography.

[futestuff]

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[hellshee]

Where's Richard? It's Conchita.