#dick grayson x OC

[originaltyphoonkryptonite]

Mermaud sims 4 batfam update:

Jason has moved in with his girlfriend Aileen, her grandpa Gus, and her sister Zella. Don't worry, Jason just moved into her room and there are three bathrooms So now that a spot in the beach manor was open, Duke moved out of Barbra's place into the Wayne beach Manor! Next up, will Dick also move in with his girl Zella, and stay in her room?

[eternallyhauntingthehouseoflove]

Bruce Wayne fucked his partners through the mattress—and it depended on who and why. If you know he’s Batman, then he’d fuck for stress relief, to uncoil the sickening knot in his belly. However, if you’re unaware of his nighttime activities and believe you’d just lucked up meeting Bruce Wayne, then he’d fuck for ego. He’s got a point to prove: all those years as a recluse hadn’t dulled his ability to grant a lady a good time; that the stories of his youthful adventures are true. (Though his ego bleeds over into Batman as well since he wonders if he’s too old to still be the Dark Knight. If he’s lost his edge).

Bruce’s stamina is insane. He’d have you spread on your belly while he drove his cock into you. One hand enclosed around your throat, the other encircling your waist, and his lips grazing over your ear. Warm gusts of air caressing your cheek with each huff and grunt. The faint scent of his cologne lingering within the atmosphere, though it had been toppled by the aroma of sweat and sex. “Fuck,” he gritted out,” so tight f’me, doll. Only for me. Mine, aren’t you?” There was pride in being the one to undo Bruce Wayne, to make him cuss and grunt like a caveman, to draw out his Gotham accent. He was usually so put-together and driven.

Time warped and melted whenever Bruce had you beneath him. Despite his age, (don’t let him hear that) he could fuck for hours, content to drive his cum back into your hole until he came again. In fact, he enjoyed the slickness. There was something about keeping you beneath him that soothed the territorial monster caged within him like Mr. Hyde. Rarely could you lure the possessive, emerald eyed, envious beast out; Bruce was old and had dealt with his fair share of women seeking an emotional response. But with the perfect concoction of circumstances could you shatter the manacles binding the dominating, jealous, spiteful side of him—and it was wonderful.

Dick Grayson (Dixon’s version) preferred to let his lover work for it. There was a tantalizing element to gazing at his partner while she straddled him, and attempted to sink down into his cock. Dick wasn’t girth-y like Jason or Bruce (nor as unshaven). No, Dick was slim and long—and pretty. Dick was shaven and trimmed, smooth and hairless if he could help it. He never liked to offer up unshaven goods; he thought it was rude.

“God, you. . . you ride like a pro,” he breathed out, nigh gasping as though he’d run a race beside Usain Bolt. A sheen of sweated coated his toned physique, and a scarlet blush left a fiery trail from his cheeks down to his neck. “Don’t stop till I say.” Dick is more selfish in bed than Jason. Unlike Jason, Dick knows he’s cute—pretty, even. He’s confident both in himself and his ability to be selfish and still make you cum. . . hard. He won’t hesitate to assume control if he’s not liking your rhythm, or if he just wants to be a little shit and knock your orgasm off kilter. “Oh, were you going to cum? Sorry. Didn’t notice.”

Speaking of orgasms, Dick cums beautifully, even when he’d rather be described as ‘’manly’’ and handsome. He couldn’t restrain the tremble of his muscular thighs, or quell the furnace roaring inside his belly, or freeze the stars bursting behind the paleness of his eyelids. “I know, pretty baby. I know. Tight, aren’t I? Let it out for me,” you cooed, caressing his sweat-slick, inky black curls. Dick nodded quick and desperately, coal black lashes falling over his oceanic eyes. “Yes. Yes. That’s it. Gonna cum again. Just keep going.” The power he’d stolen returned with a vengeance. He’d gone limp beneath you. Fucked out, his breaths tremulous and stuttered. Naturally, Dick’s palms found purchase upon your breasts, pinching and flicking your nipples before he exerted the last of his strength to lean forward and suckle one into his mouth.

(There’s hints of a mommy kink if you squint hard enough).

Jason Todd loved to see his partner deep-throat his cock. It’s a personal pleasure of his, the one time he allows himself to be selfish during sex. He’s not sure why it’s fascinating to him. Perhaps the sheer primality of watching you struggle to swallow his thickness intrigues him, excites him, causes the hairs on his forearms to stand at attention and the nerves within his body to buzz like a million bees trapped beneath his skin.“That’s right, baby, keep going. Till I see tears,” he murmured, as his large hands slithered up into your nape and tightened in your hair.” Show me how much you love me, baby.”

“What a beauty.” Jason’s chocolate smeared irises tipped backward, his slender hips bucking upward into the warm cavern of your throat, his cock spewing viscous ropes of pearlescent cum. Jason’s frame fell slack against the sofa. Sated. Only you could loosen the tautness in his shoulders like a ball of yarn. Boy, did he adore you.” I hope you can go all night. Cuz I got some steam I been needin’ t’ blow off.”

[redr0sewrites]

kisses with them - DC Batboys Hcs

🥀A/n: your honor i want to put them in a jar and shake them up- anyways this is just something short n sweet i cooked up :)

🥀Cw: fluff, shenanigans, a little suggestive

🥀Character(s): Dick Grayson x reader, Jason Todd x reader, Bruce Wayne x reader

Dick Grayson :

lots of flirty, soft kisses!!!

his favorite places to kiss you are easily your lips or your hands, but he loves kissing every part of you!

Dick loves waking you up with kisses, peppering them all across your face before either of you are really even coherent. he'll start with a gentle kiss to your lips, before moving to your cheeks and forehead and finally your nose, in a gentle attempt to wake you up

this man is a BITER he's definitely the type to nip at you and give you little hickies when kissing you. be careful, because he will take a bite of your cheeks when kissing your face!!!!

Dick loves kissing your hands, whenever you cup his cheek or hold his face in your hands, be prepared for him to kiss not only your palm, but each one of your fingers and wrists as well

he's a very energetic kisser! Dick loves randomly pulling you into a deep kiss for seemingly no reason at all. he doesn't care who's around or whether or not you're in public, he will not hesitate to pull you in like a disney prince(ss) and kiss you right then and there

long, teasing makeout sessions!!!!! Dick loves pulling you onto his lap and kissing you silly. it doesn't even have to be sexual, he just loves having your lips against his

as for him, Dick loves when you give him neck kisses. he practically melts whenever your lips make contact to his neck, turning into your obedient pretty princess. absolutely obsessed with any hickies or marks you leave on HIM, and is not afraid to show them off. he has no shame, and wants everyone to know who he belongs to

HE LOVES LIPSTICK KISSES!!!! if you wear lipstick, it is your luckg day because he fucking loves them. he refuses to wipe them off and would love to spend the day covered in red lipstick smears

overall, he's a very affectionate kisser, and brings a lot of passion and energy into every kiss he gives you

Jason Todd :

this man is soooo touch starved, he loves any and all kisses shared between you two. however, his favorite places to kiss you are your forehead or your temple. its very meaningful and romantic, and he loves getting to wake up every morning and kiss his beloved right on the forehead

Jason is the type to press a kiss to your temple when he's just walking by, to the back of your neck when you're looking down, to your tummy when your shirt is rolled up, any and everywhere he can see. he just loves kissing you, what can i say?

whenever your stressed, anxious, or otherwise upset, Jason always takes the opportunity to cup your face in his hands and press the sweetest kiss to your forehead before whispering sweet nothings in your ear. this man is literally huge, and most likely has to lean down to reach you, but he doesn't mind it at all when it means he gets to press kisses all over your face

im a firm believer that Jason (and all the batboys) would love his partners body regardless of weight, and would looove kissing your thighs regardless of size. he definitely pays special attention to them during intimate times, and more often than not he finds his hand subconsciously wandering to hrip onto one of your thighs when sitting beside you. its not even always sexual, its just comforting for him

Jason's favorite place for you to kiss him? any of his scars. if he notices you paying special attention to them or kissing any of them, he just feels really emotional and fuzzy inside. it's strange to him how someone as perfect as you could love even the flawed parts of himself, and he finds himself enraptured whenever you express love to the parts of himself that he despises

Jason is not outwardly insecure, but he does sometimes miss how smooth his skin once looked without the scars and marks littered across it, especially his back. this being said, he loves when you kiss his back and remind him of how gorgeous he truly is.

Bruce Wayne :

Bruce loves good old fashioned lip kisses, but he also has a soft spot for kissing you on the top of the head, or on your shoulder/collarbone.

this man is fucking huge, and he's not ashamed to admit that he finds it adorable when you stand on your tip toes just to give him a kiss. this is partially why he adores simply kissing you on the mouth, but also because it just feels so intimate to him.

all kisses with Bruce are slow and emotional. he likes taking his time with you, and kisses reflect that.

when you both first started dating, it took him a while to even work up the courage to kiss you as he didn't want to seem too forward. however, after your shared first kiss, he was practically addicted. now he can't go a day without kissing you goodmorning, kissing you before he heads off to work, kissing you when he comes home for dinner, and kissing you before he goes on patrol. yes, all of these kisses are mandatory parts of your guys' days, and he loovesss them

kisses on top of your head are less intimate, but just as important. these are for lazy mornings spent with his strong arms wrapped around your body and your head nuzzled into the crook of his neck. these kisses are meant for when he comes up behind you while your cooking for him, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you gently on the top of the head.

shoulder kisses are a little more flirtatious than the others, these are for when you're wearing the gorgeous outfit he just bought you that shows just a bit more of your chest than strictly necessary, yet no one bats an eye when they realize who you're with. these kisses are for when all prying eyes are off you, when Bruce can inhale the scent of your delicious perfume/cologne and whisper soft promises in your ear.

where does Bruce like for you to kiss him? simple- his cheek. especially when he's wearing the batman mask. you both have a running joke that the entire reason the mask doesn't cover the bottom half of his face is because he would miss your cheek kisses too much.

they are all so silly i love them sm. SEND IN REQUESTS PLEEEEEEASE IM SO HAPPY TO FINALLY HAVE SOMETHING IM INTERESTED IN AGAIN LIFE WAS SOOOOOOO BORING WHEN I DIDNT HAVE ANY INTERESTS 😭😭😭

[smutinlove]

heyy, hope you’re doing well🫶! can i ask for hcs about how dick and jason would react if reader used the safe word??

Of course!!!!

Dick "I HATE MYSELF FOR IT" Grayson:

•At first, Dick would be confused, still stuck in the euphoric feeling and then realize it. He'd say: "No, fuck. Did I hurt you? I'm sorry, baby. I'm such an asshole. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." And he'd continue whispering apologies.

•"I'm such a dick. I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to go too far."

•Afterwards, he'd give you a thousand hugs and serve you breakfast/dinner in bed, followed by several different flowers and apologies.

•Later on, he'd probably still be beating himself up over it. And then you'd have to intervene.

Jason "I LOVE YOU" Todd

•Jason would freak out.

•He hates the thought of hurting you. Even a small bruise would make him hate himself. He'd be super worried when you use the safeword though.

•"Baby, I'm sorry. Are you hurt?" or "I'm so sorry. I love you, okay? I'm sorry. I would never hurt you on purpose."

•He's so dramatic about it too. He'd be yelling at himself whilst he whispered sweet things in your ear, telling you how much he loved you and that he would NEVER hurt you.

•Jason would rather die than hurt you. Period.

[seraphicloves]

𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞

⊱✿⊰ summary: your family wants to protect you but its impossible with the life you all lead

⊱✿⊰ warnings: kidnapping, minor torture, it will be angsty, almost dying, spitting on your face, the joker deserves his own warning tbh

⊱✿⊰ notes: this is for skye because she wanted some angsty batfam stuff and here we are. I am just shitting on the page and hoping words form at this point. I hope you enjoy and feel free to send me requests. Also this is a platonic fic sorry if you were hoping for romance action

⊱✿⊰ tags: @kozumesphone @fizzywashere87 @fashionablysouly @witherwallflower @goldierey

@finleyforevermore @baecakie @gergthecat @mqstermindswift @anyas-shitposting69 (comment on this or send me an ask if you want to be added to my DC taglist)

"Well, well, well. Looks like baby bird got caged." The clown sneered, leaning close to your face. You scrunched your nose and tried to scoot away despite the ropes scratching your wrists raw.

The Joker's finger runs along your cheek, a horrific grin on his face as he stared at you. You tried to keep a brave face, you tried to act like the domino mask over your eyes was really a shield. You tried to act like your dad, Batman.

Maybe it was your fault you got kidnapped. He said you weren't ready to go out and patrol with your family, but you went away. You stole one of Damian's mask and put on the most costume adjacent clothes you owned.

"Where should I start, little one?" Joker asked, breaking your train of thoughts. Placing blame would be set for another time. Not now, its not time yet. "Should I give you a smile that matches mine? Should I turn you into a firey decoration before dear ol' daddy bat gets here?"

You winced, trying to prevent the ice filling your veins and the fear weighing your stomach down. The Joker grabbed a knife from his table that had numerous weapons littered on top. Carefully the cold metal of the blade brushed against your skin, not harsh enough to cut just yet. He wanted to scare you first.

•───────────•°•❀•°•──────────•

"I am going to kill that son of a bitch." Jason growled as soon as he heard the news. Bruce gathered the family in the batcave, and explained the Joker had kidnapped the youngest of the family- you.

"Jason, I understand your frustration but we can't act with haste. I won't let her face the same fate you did. I won't make the same mistake twice." Bruce replied, already dressed as Batman. He was doing his best to stay professional despite his fear being ever present.

"I don't want to wait too long either." Dick added, crossing his arms over his chest. Everybody was tense, wanting their sister to be safe once again.

"I'll find where that stupid clown is keeping [Name]." Tim said, standing up and rushing towards the computer before anybody could even reply. Barbara silently followed, knowing she would be the most help to Tim.

Bruce looked at all of his family and nodded, "We'll find her and get her back."

•───────────•°•❀•°•──────────•

Your throat was hoarse and tears had dried on your face. There was no point to fighting it anymore, you only hoped he would kill you soon.

"Aw but doesn't the bird look good with her wings marked?" The Joker chuckled, slicing yet another line into your arm. The cuts were deep, sure to scar, and they were deliberate. You could only guess what he was spelling on your arms.

With the amount of blood flowing down your arms like a red river, it was to no surprise you were fading in and out of consciousness. That would be nice, at least you wouldn't be awake while he tortured you.

You almost settled into the pain, eyes fluttering close to let yourself rest, when you heard a crash. Glass was broken and there was yelling everywhere.

The Joker grabbed your face with his hand and forced you to look forward, where you saw your family (the only thing disguising their horrified looks were their masks)

"Looks like they showed up in time for you, baby bird." He grinned, spitting on your cheek. You were too tired, too fragile to even bother being disgusted. It was better than the cutting.

"Let her go and I'll think about not crushing your head into the wall." Red Hood barked out, already aiming his gun at The Joker. You tried to pay more attention but you were fading slowly,, ready to force your body to rest.

The Joker dropped your body like it was nothing, your face smashing into the concrete. It hurt, pain forming in your forehead but it was a distraction from the blood oozing out of you.

Despite your best efforts, you finally blacked out. The last thing you saw was your family lunging at the Joker, rage thick in the air.

Light flooded your eyes, fresh air blasting your lungs. You were laying down on something soft and warm, contrasting against the mildly scratchy fabric on your skin. You blinked your eyes a few times, forcing them to focus despite the dull ache pounding in your head.

"You're awake." Damian said, apparently sitting beside you. It took a little while but you realized you were in the personal hospital at the manor. He had a few scratches and bruises but nothing as horrific as the scars on your skin (and in your brain.)

"Wha-what..happened?" You croaked, throat feeling like sandpaper. Like magic, Dick appeared with a glass of water you gratefully took. The liquid in your throat was almost heavenly in the way it made you feel infinitely better.

"The Joker kidnapped you and we rescued you." Your father explained calmly, not bothering to add details. Which was probably good for you, the devil's in details.

"I'm glad your back, sis." Jason said, making you suddenly aware of his presence in the back of the room. Your entire family seemed to be in here, ready to see your betterment. Despite he general aversion to touch, Jason wrapped you into a hug.

Of course, everybody else joined in (forcefully or not) for a big group hug. You laughed, despite the hollow of your heart, watching as Tim was pushed into the hug by Dick.. It was ridiculous having a group hug after a traumatic event...how family sitcom could you get?

But somehow, it felt good to be in the arm's of your family. It felt like home.

lori © 2024. please don't copy, modify, or do anything weird with my writing! i like reblogs and comments but please be kind as this was my writing.

[sillygoose067]

I Know Love

"I know love when it hits, when it hits, when it hits Yeah, I know love, yeah" - I Know Love by Tate Mcrae

Synopsis: When Dick catches you admiring his latest magazine cover, he’s all teasing grins and smug charm, but you’re not jealous—you know exactly what it’s like to fall for him. Playful banter turns into tangled limbs and lingering kisses, a reminder that no matter how irresistible he looks on glossy pages, it’s you he comes home to.

The apartment was quiet, the golden glow of the kitchen light casting a warm hue over the countertops as the faint scent of something savory filled the air. You stirred the simmering pot on the stove absentmindedly, the rhythmic clatter of the spoon against the sides filling the space. Every so often, your gaze flickered toward the magazine resting on the counter—the one you had definitely not meant to linger on this long.

And yet, there he was.

Dick Grayson, Gotham’s golden boy, striking a pose that could make anyone stop and stare. The fully unbuttoned white shirt highlighted every muscle, the perfect shadows cast just right to make him look both dangerous and irresistible. His smirk was captured mid-twist, exuding a confidence that sent shivers down your spine, even though you’d seen this look a million times before. He always looks good, you thought, biting your lip as you traced the edge of the page with your fingertips. But something about seeing him like this—glossy, untouchable, and gracing the pages of a magazine meant for the whole world to admire—made your stomach flutter.

Not because you were jealous. No, not at all. You were proud—so proud. Gotham might have its "Billionaire Playboy Wayne Heir", but you were the one who got to experience him up close, the softness behind the bravado, the boyish laughter, the way he melted into you when no one else was watching.

Just as you exhaled a dreamy sigh, the front door clicked open.

You panicked.

With a squeak, you snatched the magazine off the counter and spun around, shoving it into the nearest drawer. The sound of boots being toed off and a heavy sigh of exhaustion echoed from the doorway.

“You home?”

His voice was warm, familiar, and filled with that casual ease that made your heart flutter every time. You turned, trying to act nonchalant as he stepped into the kitchen, his presence instantly filling the space. He looked tired but good—his sweat-soaked hair clinging slightly to his forehead, his jacket slung lazily over one shoulder.

You smiled, stirring the pot as if you hadn’t just been caught red-handed. “Mm-hm. Just finishing up dinner.”

Dick’s sharp blue eyes flicked to the drawer you had so suspiciously lunged for a moment ago. A slow, knowing grin crept onto his lips as he stepped closer. “What was that?”

“What was what?” you asked, feigning innocence.

“That thing you just very obviously hid.” His grin widened as he leaned in, resting a hand on the counter beside you, effortlessly caging you in.

Your heart did a little flip. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh?” He quirked an eyebrow, his fingers already reaching toward the drawer.

You gasped, trying to block him, but he was faster. With a smooth motion, he plucked the magazine from its hiding spot and flipped it open, his own face staring back at him. His smirk was immediate. “Ohhh, this is what you were up to?”

Your face burned. “Dick—”

“You were admiring me, huh?” He grinned, teasingly flipping through the pages. “Damn. I do look good.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “You always look good, but this is different!”

“Oh? Different how?” He leaned in again, his nose brushing against your temple, his voice dipping just enough to make your stomach twist. “Go on, tell me.”

You turned your head slightly, your breath hitching as you met his gaze—so close, so playful. “Just… you look really confident here.” Your fingers nervously toyed with the hem of your shirt. “And everyone’s talking about you.”

His smirk softened into something more genuine. “But you’re the only one I care about.” His knuckles brushed along your jaw before he leaned down and kissed your forehead, his lips lingering. “You do know that, right?”

“I know,” you whispered, smiling as you tilted your head up, pressing a quick kiss to his jaw. “I’m just proud of you.”

His expression melted into something tender before he sniffed the air and grinned. “Something smells good.”

You perked up. “It’s almost ready! Go freshen up, and we can eat.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a playful salute before stealing another kiss—this time on your cheek—before heading toward the bathroom.

By the time he emerged, fresh and relaxed in a soft tee and sweatpants, you had already set the table. He practically moaned when he took his first bite, making you laugh. “God, I love you.”

You giggled. “That good?”

“The best,” he said, flashing you a grin before shoveling another bite into his mouth. “You spoil me.”

You shrugged playfully, nudging his foot under the table. “I hope Alfred never hears this conversation-- And you deserve it.”

The meal stretched on with easy conversation, the two of you falling into that comfortable rhythm that made your apartment feel like home. Afterward, he insisted on doing the dishes while you wiped down the counters, occasionally splashing water at you like a child.

When the chores were finally done, you stretched with a yawn. “Bed?”

Dick grinned, waggling his eyebrows. “Thought you’d never ask.”

You barely had time to settle into the pillows before WHUMP—Dick flopped onto you dramatically, pinning you beneath him.

“Dick!” you wheezed.

He grinned, resting his full weight on you like a lazy cat. “Mmm. Comfy.”

“You’re crushing me.”

“Shh,” he mumbled into your shoulder, pressing a kiss there. “Just let it happen.”

You huffed, trying (and failing) to push him off. But then he started peppering kisses along your jaw, your cheek, your nose—little presses of warmth that sent soft shivers down your spine.

Your protest melted into a quiet giggle. “You big dork.”

“Your big dork,” he corrected, nudging his nose against yours before pressing a longer, slower kiss to your lips.

The weight of him pressed down over you, solid and there, like he belonged against you and nowhere else. His arms were snug around your waist, his legs tangled with yours under the blankets, completely unconcerned about the fact that he was definitely squishing you.

You huffed, shifting slightly. “Dick, I need to breathe.”

A muffled grumble was his only response, his face buried against the curve of your neck. “Breathing’s overrated.”

“I don’t think so.”

He let out a dramatic sigh, finally loosening his grip just enough for you to adjust. But instead of rolling off you, he stayed close, nosing along your jaw like he was committing the feel of you to memory. “Mmm. Better?”

It was so unfair how effortlessly he could send heat curling through you with something as simple as that. His lips brushed your skin—soft, teasing, there just long enough to make your stomach flutter. The way he moved, lazy and affectionate, was completely intoxicating.

You swallowed, trying to keep your voice steady. “Better.”

But he didn’t stop.

His fingertips traced slow, featherlight circles along your waist, dragging his touch up your spine in a way that made your breath catch.

“Dick—”

“Shhh,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over your shoulder now. “Too sleepy for anything, just… lemme be close.”

Your heart squeezed at that, your frustration melting away instantly.

Because that was him—as much as he could tease, as much as he could turn up the heat and make you flustered beyond belief, he was just as easily this: your drowsy, touch-starved, ridiculously affectionate boyfriend who wanted nothing more than to exist in your space.

So you let him.

You ran your fingers through his hair, nails grazing his scalp in the way you knew he loved. Sure enough, he let out a soft hum of appreciation, nuzzling deeper into your touch.

“Love that,” he murmured.

“I know,” you teased gently, continuing to card your fingers through the silky strands.

His breathing slowed slightly, growing heavier, and for a moment, you thought he might actually drift off.

Then, he shifted, just enough to press another lazy, lingering kiss to your collarbone. “Love you.”

Something warm and unbearably fond unfurled in your chest.

“I love you too,” you whispered.

He let out a soft, content sigh, his arms tightening around you. “Good.”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his temple. His skin was warm, his body completely relaxed against yours, and his breathing had evened out into that slow, steady rhythm that meant he was on the verge of sleep.

But just as you were about to close your own eyes, he stirred again.

“…Love you,” he mumbled, softer this time, like he just needed to say it again before he let sleep take him.

Your chest ached in the best way.

You turned your head, brushing a kiss to his forehead, his nose, his cheek, taking your time like he had all the time in the world.

“Love you too,” you murmured against his skin.

Finally, he stilled completely, letting out one last sleepy breath before slipping under.

And as you lay there, wrapped in him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest, you realized something—this moment, this feeling, was what love was supposed to be. Warm, easy, and safe.

And with that thought, you let yourself drift off too, perfectly content in the arms of the man who was yours.

[igotanidea]

(6) Cheater: Dick Grayson x reader

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5

A/N: I'm damn aware it took me ages, I;m sorry! But - as many people asked for it (@pookieisme4life :D) and I DID HEAR YOU ALL, I hereby give you the preludium to the finale!! :D

MDNI!

TW: mention of self-harm/suicidal thoughts, brief description of rough s*x, bit of violence, swearing

***

FUCK!!

She felt like yelling, screaming, falling to the ground, tearing her eyes out, cutting her wrists, anything to get rid of this heavy feeling in her chest.

SO FUCKING STUPID

Falling into the same pattern of behavior as many more before her and – most probably – many more after her.

She should have known better.

No man in relationship ever leaves the girl for a lover

NO MAN.

EVER.

And yet she thought that him… that Dick… that he would be different.

She thought-

STUPID IDIOTIC IDIOT WITH STUPID UNREALISTIC BELIEFS.

Damn, it sucks to be a woman sometimes.

She hated herself.

Not only because of this stupid dickish Dick Grayson, but also because she acted like a piece of shit towards another girl.

Crossing out every single value she ever held dear to her heart.

Idiot.

***

“So, did you have fun?”

“Sienna-“

“Was she fucking better?!”

“Sienna, honey-“

“Don’t you dare! Don’t you fucking dare calling me honey, right now!” she lunged at him, trying to slap his cheek, scratch his oh-so-fucking-stupid-pretty-face. To hurt him in any way possible, that could never ever measure the amount of pain she was feeling. Too bad Dick could easily predict her every move and block it with zero effort.

“Just listen to me-“ he grabbed both her wrist and held it to his heart. He should have known that her initial reaction that was almost shockingly calm would turn into a blind rage sooner or later.

Clearly sooner.

“You are –“

“A liar, a cheater and unworthy of your attention.”

“That’s not even close to truth.” Sienna struggled against him.

“What can I do to make it better?” – despite letting go off all the pretenses and running after the girl that really mattered to him?

“Nothing. We’re done here.” Finally she managed to wriggle free, walking towards the wardrobe and started throwing his clothes out.

“Don’t say that-“

“I will say whatever the fuck I want right now!” jackets, shirts, pants and even socks flew In every single direction in the room.

“Stop it- Sienna- Come on- “ he grabbed his favorite piece of clothing before it landed on the ground – “Come on-! Sienna! Stop it-!” before she realized what was happening, he was holding her waist, pressing her against the wall.

The tension in the room were tense enough to stop them from making any move, and yet, for a single moment he was way more scared than in any other life-threatening situation he encountered as Nightwing. She was angry. He saw it in her eyes. But there was also vulnerability and some sense of longing. Dick wasn’t exactly sure what this longing was for, but that look- that look of bambi Sienna put on her face made him act completely recklessly.

He kissed her.

No – not just kissed, that would be a heavy understatement.

He consumed her.

That masculine energy and confidence he was always sporting, took a very surprising form of dominance.

His lips moved with hunger, forcing her to submission, shutting down any objections she might have had, causing her body to respond out of pure instincts, moaning and melting into his arms.

Clothes flew around the room again, but this time for much different – arguably more pleasurable reasons.

He fucked her hard and rough, ending with deep, red, bloody scratches on his back and leaving little dents in the wall due to the way the bedframe kept on hitting it.

And even as he became almost brutal, she never told him to stop. If anything – begged for more, pulling him closer, taking him deeper.

As if the pain he was giving and receiving could in any way make up for the fact that for the entire time they fucked he was seeing y/n’s face.

***

“You almost ruined the entire mission.”

He couldn’t even care much enough to respond.

“Nightwing.”

“Uh-huh….”

“Do you realize you could have compromised – “

“Yeah, whatever-“

“I shall not tolerate-“

Dick rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“You are being insubordinate. Do not try to act like your brother. Teenage rebellion doesn’t suit you.”

“Teenage rebellion? Huh! Funny you say it, B, because if anyone, you are acting like a spoiled 5 year old, who gets mad and pouty when someone does a step without his permission.”

“I don’t understand what is happening to you-“

“Of course you fucking don’t!” he finally yelled, spinning around angrily, ready to fight Batman. Instead, however, his eyes grew a little wider in sudden realization. He was not a fucking pawn. He was not a fucking piece of a puzzle Bruce was trying to form to his own liking. (bright discovery for a man his age if you allow me to be a “tad” sarcastic). With that realization he jumped out of the ledge of a building like a acrobat he was and rushed to her apartment.

“NIGHTWING!”

“FUCK YOU BATMAN!”

He was still broken-hearted but for some silly reason, yelling those words into the night, illuminated by Batman’s symbol adjourning the sky like a beacon of hope felt exhilarating. Damn, next thing he knew, he could be joining Jason in his little vendetta against Bruce. How fun would it be? Two brothers, joined by circumstances and similar history, trying to get justice for-

Focus.

“Right, right, focus…” he muttered to himself. “Y/N.”

No matter what, he was going to make things right between them.  

***

Where the hell could she be at 3 am?!

Partying? Not her.

Getting drunk at the bar with guys all over her? Not for long, once he beat them all to shit.

Staying at friend’s? Maybe, but then why was her phone on the nightstand, flickering with unread notifications from a few hours ago?

“Y/N?!” he cried out into the silence of the apartment, hoping against hope that she’d answer.

She was not in the bedroom, bathroom or in the living room.

“LET GO!!”

Oh, so there she was-

Outside.

Clearly in danger.

Dick rushed to the balcony to asses the situation, but before he could do anything, she was knocked down and dragged into a car.

“Y/N!!!” he yelled desperately, but it was no use as the black SUV (the fuck it always had to be black SUVs) took off with a squeal of tires, raising a cloud of dust.

“FUCK!”

There was not much he could do at the moment.

“Come with me.”

 “Huh!”

“Jeez. Chill out, Blue.” a masked persona that appeared out of nowhere, scoffed at him, easily holding back the punch Dick aimed with his escrima sticks.

“Who the hell are you?”

“I know where they took her.”

“huh?”

“your girlfriend.”

“She’s not- well she is, but technically-“

“Focus, idiot!” the person smacked his head. Not hard enough to cause any real damage, but hard enough to made him come back to reality.

Reality in which Y/N was straightforward kidnapped.

“how do you know—”

“I just know. And now I’m your best shot at getting her back in one piece.”

“And how do I know I can trust you?”

“Trust? Ha! God forbid you’d be so foolish to trust me.”

Dick scoffed.

“Where did they take her?”

“Just follow me.”

And just like that, he followed a stranger into danger.

And despite it sounding pretty lightly due to the rhyming, this self-appointed mission was about to change the lives of not one, not two, but a whole group of people.

And maybe – just maybe – some of them – would end up irreversibly changed.

Last part will be the grand finale!!

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[dickgrayson-thenightwing]

Dick: I need to get something of my chest Y/N: Is it your shirt? Please say yes

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HIII, I’m so happy someone still writes for dick Grayson titans, I was wondering if you could make a dating headcanons list for dick Grayson for GN or fem. Thank you so much if you ever get to doing it!!

yes yes and yes. He and the show are so underrated people are missing out! Finding fics on here is so hard so your wish is my command! If you have any other requests for dick let me know<3

DATING DICK GRAYON WOULD INCLUDE…

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- this is a very obvious one but, dick is so protective. Given that you’re basically fighting villains like every day, seeing bruises on you makes his blood boil. He loves doing this with you, but if you stayed home, had a normal job that didn’t require risking death all the time, he wouldn’t complain about that because you’d be safe and he wouldn’t have to worry as much.

-he does think about what a normal life would look like by your side so often. Fighting crime is his lifeline, but so are you and if you asked him to, he’d quit in an instant. Only you matter.

-even if he was raised in the weirdest way possible, I mean he literally got taken in by Batman himself- he was also raised to be a gentleman, his parents made sure of it, and so did Bruce- though he wasn’t here that much.

-Dick would do anything- and I mean anything to keep you safe. Whether it’s killing people, fighting them until enough blood is drawn, or just shelter you, he does it. You do feel a bit over protected from time to time- but you know he means well. He tries not to suffocate you, and he knows the limits, but it’s dick..

-you do make fun of his name sometimes. Richard makes you laugh, but Dick is too funny to you. The first time he introduced himself, you laughed in his face. Dick has a big ego, so he couldn’t stand you for the first couple minutes, and then he got to know you, and he forgot about that incident though you never fail to remind him that his name makes you laugh.

-so… in bed? Yeah. You know where his nickname comes from. (Obviously didn’t come from that but you know what I mean.) Or at least it suits him. Dick is GREAT. Like mind blowing Great. Everytime is like the first time, a good first time. The princess treatment is crazy. If you’re too tired, don’t even worry about lifting a single finger, he’ll take care of you.

-whenever you’re in the middle of fighting evil people, dick sometimes gets distracted. He either looks at you, to see if you’re okay, which he knows you always are because you’re one hell of a fighter, but he also lets his eyes trail over your body when he has a second. He thinks you look hot. He thinks that you, look like the most beautiful piece of art he’s ever seen. The way you move, the way your body’s snatched under your costume.. it does drive him crazy. He did get knocked out a couple times in the past because he was too distracted to see the fist coming.

-dick is a yapper. He’s such a gossip. He’s also pretty funny. He makes you belly laugh at whatever hour, if you’re laying in bed, naked or not, he’ll tell a joke, or something embarrassing that happened to him, and you’ll laugh so loud he’ll have to put his hand on your mouth, shush you and tell you not to wake up the others, which immediately will make you laugh even harder. He’s so good at it. And he loves it.

-because danger comes with the job, if and/or when you get hurt, which is pretty much inevitable, dick is the biggest caregiver. He’ll put any plan aside, he doesn’t care about hurting anyone’s feelings because he has to take care of you. You have to beg him to get away from you for a little bit. Go on a walk, clear his head, because he’s always there. You love it- but he can’t give up his entire life for you. When it comes to him getting hurt though, even if you try to be the same, he doesn’t let you. He has more authority than you, so you comply. HOWEVER! When either of you come home after a fight, are all bloody, and have cuts that need bandaging, you can be sure it’ll end with steamy sex. One of you is stitching up the other, looks up, ( most of the time you stitch him up) he gives you the eyes, and you’re gone. Most of the time- that’s the best sex.

-dick is a great cook. He’s great at baking too. Baking with him is very therapeutic. A lot of times, he’ll bake and you’ll be siting on the counter next to him, he thinks it’s hot, so he’ll go stand between your legs and make out. Forget about whatever it is you’re baking, it’s just you and him, hands all over each other and you might end up in the bedroom. However, there’s a very high chance Rachel and/or gar might walk in on you, close their eyes with their hands and pretend like they just witnessed the grossest thing ever. Full of ‘ew!’ ‘Get a room!’ ‘That’s so gross!’ And you’ll just end up falling into a fit of laughter with dick.

-he’s big on words of affirmation and physical touch. He tells you he loves you any chance he gets because he knows what you do is dangerous, and a lot of people want the team dead. When it comes to physical touch, it doesn’t have to be sexual. Whether it’s a hand on your shoulder, at the small of your back, on your thigh or just holding your hand, dick needs that. He needs to feel you, to know that you’re close, to feel your presence, just to touch you.

-neither of you have families. His only family is pretty much Bruce, and although he loves you, and loves what you do for Dick, the man is cold and absent. So you’re pretty much each others family. Obviously, the team is your family, and you love them to death, but you know dick is the only one who has no chance of walking away. He’s probably the only one who’ll stay by your side until you’re grey and old, and you don’t mind. Neither of you can see your future with anyone else, it’s either you together, or you alone, no one else could fill in for him, or for you.

-I see this as friends to lovers maybe? Definitely unspoken feelings on both sides for a while, then maybe one of you gets hurt, and it ends up in a full love confession. Probably from you, you ramble, you’re scared to lose him, blah blah blah and he shuts you up by kissing you. It’s a heavy, passionate kiss that tells you he’s been wanting to do that for ages. From then on he can’t take his eyes off of you.

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Some of Your Love | Dick Grayson Imagine

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Song key : ★

Haley sprang onto your leg, determined to grab your attention. Whining and vigorously wagging her tail, she gazed up at you with her big, soulful puppy dog eyes. Unable to resist, you tossed her a small piece of bacon, which she skillfully caught mid-air.

★

As a muffled beat from a song began playing, Dick's eyelids fluttered open. He sat up in the king-sized bed, allowing the duvet to slip from his bare chest. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he noticed the bed felt unusually empty. Hastily, he discarded the covers and ventured out of the bedroom, heading straight for the kitchen.

There, he found you dancing and singing along to the song blasting from his Bluetooth speaker. A playful smile danced across his face as he watched you. Your enthusiasm was infectious, and it made his heart swell with affection.

When you finally noticed him there, clad in nothing but his blue and black pajama pants that hung temptingly low on his hips. Not wanting him to be a mere spectator, you decided to take matters into your own hands. Setting the pancake mix aside, you pulled Dick into the kitchen with a mischievous grin.

"What are you doing?" he asked, a sly smile playing at the corners of his lips.

As he spoke, you found yourself unable to form a response. Instead, you let the song's words fill your mind, causing your lips to silently mimic the lyrics as you gently moved your hips to the rhythm.

you reached out, intertwining your fingers with his and pulling him closer, urging him to join you in your dance.

The kitchen was bathed in the soft morning light filtering through the windows, casting a warm glow. The smell of fresh coffee and pancake batter mingled in the air, adding to the cozy atmosphere. Dick's initial hesitation melted away as he caught your infectious spirit. He began to sway with you, his laughter mining with the music, and his hands finding your waist as he matched your movements.

"You're impossible," he whispered, his voice filled with affection.

You simply laughed, your eyes sparkling with joy. " And you love it," you teased, twirling him. The moment felt p perfect, a small slice of happiness amidst the mundane routine. In that kitchen, with music and laughter echoing around, it was as if time stood still, leaving only the two of you.

For a moment everything was alright.

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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.

[redr0sewrites]

I loved your Sounding HCs post for the Batboys! But you won't mind making aftercare HCs for Nightwing (preferably for him to be the sub in this situation)?

🥀A/n: AWHWHEHE TYSMM!!! ofc i dont mind, i love writing aftercare hcs soo much ♥️

🥀Cw: mostly fluff, a little suggestive/allusions to sex, not proofread sooooo yea 😭

🥀Character(s): Dick Grayson x reader

🥀minors dni

after subbing, Dick is definitely a lot more vulnerable during aftercare

theres a high chance of him being in subspace or at least a little out of focus, and he would prefer for you to stay close until he becomes more conscious. if you try to get up before he's really ready, he may cry or think your mad/want to leave him- ESPECIALLY if he was being bratty. he's a lot more insecure than usual, pls praise him :(

veryyyy clingy and cuddly. even though you both know you have to get up and clean, Dick does not want to let you go.

loves just laying on top of you and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. he's barely awake after just a few minutes, more than content to fall asleep with a mess still between his legs and cum staining the sheets. you have to pry him off of you to go get stuff to clean up, and he will complain about you "leaving him to rot alone forever"

needs a lot of praise and attention, especially after subbing. Dick can't help but feel a little anxious after sex, and he just needs that extra reassurance. this is especially true after a rough session or being degraded, as he cares a lot about what you think of him

Dick also praises you a lot, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and pulling you impossibly close. he's a lot more romantic after sex rather than flirtatious, and wants you to know that he loves you and trusts you a lot

loves bathing/showering with you!! complains about getting put of bed, but once you both are in the tub or shower he's all clingy and sweet. loves when you wash his hair or massage his scalp for him, and will gladly wash you off in return

steals your fancy soaps and hair products, claiming its only fair after you were so rough with him

theres a high chance of him falling asleep on you in the bath, with his arms around you waist and his head tucked into the crook of your neck

will try to get you to carry him back to bed, but only jokingly. if you actually picked him up he'd feel bad (but would also find it a bit hot)

offers to help you change the sheets or clean the bed and refuses to take no for an answer. Dick could literally be exhausted and shaking from overstimulation and will still try to do his best to help you out. its partially because he doesn't want to seem lazy or vulnerable and doesn't want to be weak, and partially because he doesn't want you to think that he expects you to do all the work after sex. this is also the case even if he's dominant, this man refuses to let you do all the work and is insistent on helping out

this is just my personal hc but i think Dick is not the type to put clothes on after sex, he just sleeps naked. i feel like he normally sleeps w clothes on but after sex he just doesn't really see the need to, especially if theres going to be another round in the morning (which their often is). he doesn't care whether or not you wear clothes but he is definitely sleeping naked besides you

still very clingy!!! Dick always falls asleep first after subbing, he really can't help it. if you also sleep naked he's a bit excited about the simple body contact, and like sleeping as close as possible

i think Dick is the type to be very babbly after sex, your someone he trusts and he just loves talking to you. he's asking you random questions, whispering how much he loves you, and acting drunkenly sweet. it almost makes you think that he is actually intoxicated because of how honest he becomes, hut you soon realize that it's actually just a sign of how comfortable he is and it makes him feel safe

asks "would you love me if i was a worm" unironically and would get sad if you said no ☹️ (say yes you absolute monster)

definitely falls asleep mid sentence too, one second he's talking about how much he loves you and the next second he's drifting off to sleep

not to make this nsfw, but i def think Dick is into somno and is def the type to have wet dreams even after sex, especially when he's subbing. sometimes he wakes you up in the night feeling really needy (or you just wake up to him humping your thigh..) and that will lead to another round so... yea (i need him so bad oml i really want to write this now. if anyone would want to hear me elaborate... 😇)

AAAA HOPE EVERYONE ENJOYEDDD!!! i love doing aftercare hcs so so sooo much so pls feel free to send in more!!! also if anyone wants to hear my absolutely insane totally not self indulgent yapping about somno w Dick i am more than happy to oblige 😇😇😇 anyways!!! pls send in requests!!!! plspldpslsplsls please!!!!

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!Requested by @reidsexual — dick grayson seeing how good you are with lian (roy's daughter) and wanting to put a baby inside of you

You didn't exactly know what you had said to Lian that made Dick act like this. Maybe it was, "Lian, you're so sweet. Come here, give me a hug!" Or maybe it was, "You make me want kids of my own," that was followed by a giggle from Lian.

And by the time the little girl had left you and Dick's apartment, Dick had already begun wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close. He buried his face into the crook of your neck.

"Dick," you moaned, feeling his lips trailing down the side of your neck. "What's this about?" You asked, exhaling sharply.

"You were so... gentle with Lian, 'ma." You could feel him smiling against your skin. "Oh?"

Dick let you go. He gently grabbed you by your shoulders, turning you around, making you face him.

"You're so perfect," Dick muttered. "Go on," you said with a small smirk plastered on your face.

Dick's hands feel back to your waist, pulling you closer. He leaned in and plastered a hungry kiss on your lips.

He started attacking your neck once more, he hummed against your skin, sending vibrations down your stomach. "Ugh, 'wanna put a baby in 'ya, 'ma."

"You're so, perfect. I want to fill 'ya up, and then watch 'ya swell, love."

You grinned. "Mm, yeah, Dick? You gonna fill me up? I wanna see how you're going to do that." You teased, knowing the dangerous game you were playing. I mean, this is Dick Grayson.

His pupils were wide, full of lust. He picked you up, and walked over to the bed. He placed you down gently, he crawled over, his hands slowly trailing up and down your sides.

"I'll take good care of 'ya," Dick promised. "I'm yours, all yours, babe."

Dick pressed his body closer to yours, and pressed a hungry kiss to your lips. You kissed back, just as hungrily. You were needy and so was he.

Dick started palming at the growing tent in his pants, he moaned against your lips.

"Please," you whined, breaking the kiss. Dick took off his shirt, tossing it to the side, revealing his toned chest. You trailed your hands down his chest, stopping right above his pants.

"Off." You demanded, but it came out as a whine.

He undid the zipper, and pushed his pants down, along with his boxers. His cock sprang up, pre-cum dripping out of the tip.

"Fuck, Dick."

He smiled, a smile full of pride. He pushed your shorts and panties down.

He pressed kisses along your inner thigh, his fingers teasing at your folds. He licked a long strip up your slit. He pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing circles, his fingers pumping in and out of your tight cunt.

He pulled his fingers out of you, making you whimper.

Dick pressed a sloppy kiss to your lips, and positioned his cock to your entrance. He slowly pushed the tip in, you moaned at the sensation.

"You're doing so well, 'ma. You're perfect." Dick whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Dick's thrusts were slow and deep, he knew that you could take it. He wanted you to feel every inch of him.

He started kissing and sucking at the exposed skin of your neck. You moaned softly.

You ran your hands through his hair, tugging gently. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

You could feel his cock twitch inside of you. He was getting close, and so were you.

You could feel his thrusts becoming sloppy.

"So pretty, so perfect." He was pounding into you restlessly. You felt your walls clenching around his cock.

"Mhm, fuck! 'M gonna cum." You moaned, you felt his cock twitching, he was going to cum too.

Dick's thrusts slowed a bit, and you both reached your high. He pulled out and fell back, landing right next to you. "Was I too rough, love?"

"No, you were perfect, Dick."

He planted a kiss on your forehead. "You're so fucking pretty."

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!ALSO A REPOST SINCE THE ORIGINAL DIDN'T GET ATTENTION.

uhmmm okay daddy dick. sorry.

anyway uhm i didnt really know how to end it but like omg oh well

here are a few slutty dick grayson pics

[sillygoose067]

Miss(ter) Possessive

"Yeah, I'll be nice up until I'm not. And oh-so generous, tonight I forgot."- Miss Possessive by Tate Mcrae

Synopsis: A night out takes a heated turn as Dick Grayson watches admirer after admirer flirt with you—until he steps in, effortlessly staking his claim with a quiet, undeniable possessiveness.

The dimly lit jazz lounge was alive with soft music and quiet conversations, the scent of aged whiskey and espresso lingering in the air. The kind of place that whispered sophistication, where people came to talk business, seduce strangers, or escape into the low hum of a saxophone.

You leaned over the polished wooden bar, scanning the cocktail menu with a slight frown. “Do I go for a Negroni, or is that too bitter?” you mused out loud.

“Depends on your mood,” Dick said from beside you, his voice light, but his gaze was sharp, scanning the room with the easy alertness he carried everywhere. He was in his civilian clothes—dark jeans, a fitted navy button-down with the sleeves rolled up, his hair slightly tousled from the ride over. He looked good. Unfairly good. And as much as he wanted to focus on your drink decision, his attention was already hooked elsewhere.

Because someone else had noticed you.

She was a sleek woman with dark red lipstick and a silky black dress, leaning on the other side of the bar just far enough to be casual, but close enough that Dick could see the way her eyes kept flickering toward you. At first, he thought she was just admiring you—who wouldn’t? But then she made her move.

“You should try the French 75,” the woman interjected smoothly, stepping in just a little closer, her voice carrying over the music. “Crisp, bubbly, perfect balance. It suits you.”

You blinked, looking over at her with a polite smile. “Oh, that’s a good idea! Thanks,” you said, completely missing the way her eyes traced over you with an interest that went beyond friendly.

Dick, on the other hand, saw everything.

The way she angled her body toward you, tucking her hair behind her ear just so. The way she held eye contact just a little too long. The slow, deliberate sip of her own drink, like she was giving you an invitation.

You, completely oblivious, just nodded thoughtfully at the menu. “I think I’ll try it. What about you, Gray?”

His grip on his glass tightened slightly, but he kept his expression smooth. “I’m good with my usual.”

The woman barely spared him a glance, which would have been fine—except she was very interested in you. “You’re new here, aren’t you?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

You nodded. “Yeah, first time! My boyfriend suggested this place.”

Dick felt a flicker of satisfaction at the word boyfriend, but the woman didn’t even flinch. She just smiled. “Good taste,” she remarked, then, her gaze drifting back to you, “Though, I’d say you could have found this place on your own.”

You let out a small laugh, not thinking much of it. “I mean, maybe! I do love exploring new places.”

Oh, come on.

Dick took a slow sip of his drink, watching as the woman subtly edged closer, her fingers lightly trailing over the rim of her glass. He’d seen this game before. The slow build-up. The careful compliments. The not-so-accidental brush of a hand.

And you? Totally missing it.

“You know,” she continued, her voice softer, “you have the kind of presence that turns heads. You must get that a lot.”

You laughed, the kind of genuine, amused laugh that made Dick’s stomach tighten. “I think you’re giving me too much credit.”

No. No, she was not.

Dick exhaled slowly, setting his drink down with just enough weight for the sound to thunk against the wood. The woman finally glanced at him, as if only now remembering he was still there.

He met her gaze with an easy, confident smile. “She does get that a lot, actually. But, lucky for me, she’s already taken.”

Something in his tone had changed—still polite, still charming, but unmistakably firm. A statement, not an invitation for debate.

The woman’s lips parted slightly, but she recovered quickly. “Well,” she mused, swirling her drink, “good for you.”

“Yeah,” Dick agreed, casually sliding his arm around your waist, his fingers pressing into your hip in a way that sent a clear message. “It is good for me.”

There was a beat of silence, tension thick beneath the soft hum of the music. The woman held his gaze for just a second longer before offering a slow, knowing smile. “Enjoy your night,” she said smoothly, stepping back into the crowd.

You turned to Dick, blinking. “She was nice.”

His jaw tensed slightly. He leaned down, his lips brushing close to your ear. “She was flirting with you.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “What? No, she was just—”

“She wasn’t just anything,” Dick murmured, his voice low. “She was very interested.”

Your brows furrowed. “You think so?”

Dick just shook his head, a mix of fondness and frustration in his expression. “You really don’t see it, do you?”

Before you could respond, someone else entered the equation.

This time, it was a man—tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones and an easy smirk. He leaned against the bar beside you, flashing you an effortless grin.

“Couldn’t help but notice you from across the room,” he said, his voice smooth as he rested his elbow on the counter.

Dick took a slow breath through his nose, already bracing himself.

You, meanwhile, turned to the newcomer with a friendly smile. “Oh? Well, it’s a great place.”

“Even better now,” the man said, giving you a look that made something in Dick snap.

That was it.

Dick shifted, moving so smoothly it looked effortless, positioning himself between you and the guy, his presence suddenly impossible to ignore. He didn’t glare, didn’t tense—no, his confidence was something subtler. He exuded control, the kind that made it clear he wasn’t threatened, but he was done playing polite.

The man’s smirk faltered slightly as he registered the shift in dynamic.

“Hey,” Dick said easily, his arm still wrapped firmly around your waist, his fingers subtly squeezing your hip. “Appreciate the compliment, but she’s with me.”

The guy glanced between you two, as if weighing his odds, before letting out a short laugh. “Didn’t see a ring.”

Dick’s smile was slow, controlled. “Didn’t need one.”

The weight behind those words was final.

The man held his gaze for a beat longer before exhaling through his nose, giving a half-shrug. “Didn’t mean any disrespect.”

“Good,” Dick said, his smile never wavering. “Now you know.”

The man nodded once before slipping back into the crowd.

You turned to Dick, still a little stunned. “Was he flirting too?”

Dick let out a small laugh, resting his forehead against yours for a moment before pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. “Baby, if I ever leave you alone in a bar, you might end up with three marriage proposals before I get back.”

You snorted. “That’s ridiculous.”

Dick tilted his head, smirking. “Is it?”

His grip on you tightened slightly, possessive in a way that made your stomach flutter.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice low, a promise wrapped in a claim.

You smiled, your fingers tracing lightly over his wrist. “Always.”

[igotanidea]

five more minutes: Dick Grayson x fem!reader

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.  

[dickgrayson-thenightwing]

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.