#dickgrayson x reader

[dickgraysonass]

Tell me who you want reader to be shipped with

[inkdrinkerworld]

Oh please expand on your thoughts about Dick being obsessed with reader’s hips and love handles!! What happens when he leaves Jason to go find them???

Initial thought a little suggestive so MDNI 18+ONLY

“You’re fucking whipped!” Jason calls after him as he watches Dick rush off behind you.

Jason doesn’t need to be looking at his brother to know that he’s flipping him the bird.

“I’m leaving, don’t break the bed again.”

“Baby,” Dick walks into the bedroom to find you sitting with your scrapbook and your colourful pens and markers all spread out on your table.

“Yes?” You spare him a quick glance and then look back at your book. You’re trying to arrange your cuttings and scraps from your days in the city with Dick nicely but you’re just not getting the right look.

“C’mere a second,” he’s leaning on the door jam, watching you as you sigh and stand. He gives you a once over and bites his lip. “Fuck.”

“What?” You look down at yourself and then back up at Dick. He doesn’t say anything and you frown. “Richard, what is it?”

He only shakes his head. “You just,” he inhales harshly and he’s got you pressed up against him suddenly; his hands cemented to your hips kneading the fat there. “You’re unbelievably attractive.”

“I’m only in lounge clothes.” You’re trying to not let the effects of his attention be too evident but it isn’t working because Dick can see your pulse tick under your jaw.

“Yeah and you’re stunning. I swear it’s your fucking hips I don’t know what about them but they’re so fucking,” Dick trails off as his hands grope your hips and waist a little harder.

You don’t mind. His nose brushes along your jaw, his mouth nipping at the sensitive skin under it making you shiver.

“Jason is right outside.” Despite your efforts, your voice is breathy and your head cranes back just a little to give Dick more room.

“He went home, just you and me here.” His teeth sink into the column of your neck making you gasp.

“I’m scrapbooking.” You try to deny the way your stomach pools, the heat that pours right into your centre and crawls up your chest making your breath heave.

Dick licks against your neck, sucking a bruise right above your collarbone. “Too busy for me, then? Should I stop?” He’s only teasing, Dick knows that won’t be what you want. He’s proved right when your arms sling around his neck and you pull him closer.

“No, no. Keep going.”

[messenger-of-babel]

Dick Grayson Who...

Summary: Thoughts about your relationship with Dick Grayson.

Word Count: 1.3K

Notes: Was written in a half daze if I'm being honest.

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Thinking about a Dick Grayson who...

Is hardly ever home and has hardly ever been since you began your relationship. When he is home, he sleeps heavily and is exhausted in everything he does. Yet he still finds just enough time to talk to you when you climb into bed, forcing his eyes to stay awake so he can listen to you talk about your day. Little do you know that he fights to stay awake because hearing your stories is the favourite part of his night.

Thinking about a Dick Grayson who...

Comes home black and blue, and not just in the suit. In fact, you don't even know the suit exists, stashed behind his tuxes worn only for Bruce's galas and date nights. He comes back riddled with bruises that shiver under your touch, and he feels like he's been beaten all over again when he sees the grimace and worried expression on your face. It all comes to a head one night when you tearfully confront him, asking if he's fallen into the wrong crowd, and if he's in trouble. You offer him a way out if he is, worriedly telling him that you'll ask your friend at the GCPD to put him in protection if he needs to be. He assured you that wasn't the case and you reluctantly bought it. The subsequent patrols were noticed by Robin and Spoiler, with many less quips than usual from the cocky vigilante and him dodging before any thug could lay more than a hand on him.

Thinking about a Dick Grayson who...

Takes you to every and any gala that Bruce throws, despite his half-hearted attendance at those events before. He had enjoyed them of course, more than his other family members at least, but not to this extent. Now everyone knew that he was an expected face at whatever fundraiser or ball that was held in the Wayne name, but very little knew why. Only a few knew that he went to every event just so he could have you on his arm, all dressed up and beaming with the smile that lit up his world. That every gala was an excuse to be able to kneel down in front of the bed as you put on your heels, taking the shoe from you so he could do it himself, or to let his fingers brush against the back of your neck as he fastened the necklace he got you last anniversary.

Thinking about a Dick Grayson who...

Worries constantly that you'll find out that he's Nightwing, but more than that, that you'll leave him if you do. Who sneaks home to slip in next to you every night, pretending that he hadn't left. When he wraps you back up in his arms and can feel the tension of his patrol melt away, he can almost pretend he never did. He fiddles with your hair as you sleep, lost in thought and eyes boring into whatever wall or ceiling is his victim that night, running over all the ways he could tell you if he only had the courage. If he wasn't so scared of you leaving, but more than that, if he wasn't so scared of you wanting to join him.

Thinking about a Dick Grayson who...

Has his identity revealed regardless, in a way that he hadn't planned. The suit was his second skin, the persona he had lived and breathed in more than the life of Dick Grayson, until you came along and brought Dick Grayson a life he never knew he wanted. When Red Hood had called in over the coms, letting everyone know that the Bristol area of North Gotham was the target area of Scarecrow's fear gas, he hadn't thought twice. His heart beat as if he himself was affected by the fear gas, slamming hard against his ribs to the point it hurt as he raced to your apartment. He had thrown open the door in a hurry, out of breath and Batman yelling in his ear to fall back. You had just stared at him as he ran to you in the kitchen, gripping your arms and telling you to leave. It was only once he caught sight of himself in the shiny fridge reflection that he glimpsed the black and blue of his second skin, blood freezing in his veins. He looked to you, your eyes widened in shock and mind trying to process everything.

He wasn't sure whether to cry or laugh as you opened your mouth, lips curling into a confused smile and shrugging lightly.

"At least it's not drugs."

Thinking about a Dick Grayson who...

Feels like the weight of the world is off his shoulders as you accept and understand his night life. Any scolding of Batman for revealing his identity pales in the light of your worry when he comes home, and the constant fussing of your hands turning his face. He would never admit the selfish part of himself that likes the nights that you stay up, tucked into bed with the bedside lamp on, book in your lap. Your eyes are always tired when he appears at the windowsill of your bedroom, and there's no greater joy to him now than not having to sneak into bed. Instead, you welcome him in with open arms and a tired smile, a siren's call to him after a rough night. The light in your eyes is still flickering despite your exhaustion, and he takes it all in before kissing you on the forehead with a soft, "Sorry I'm late." Then he leans over the both of you to turn off your lamp, book discarded on the bedside table as he settles into the darkness with you for sleep, muscles relaxing under the warm weight of your body against his.

Thinking about a Dick Grayson who...

Decides one day that he doesn't want to be your boyfriend anymore.

He wants to be more than that, wants to be something where he can feel closer to you than he already does. he craves it, and it’s clear in the way he trawls through jewellers on his days off, searching for something in particular. He wants the days of coming into the kitchen to see your sleepy form making coffee to last forever. He wants to be the one with you when you grumble about work and wipe the frustrated tears from your face when you get overwhelmed. There's no one else he'd rather send flowers to at work when he felt bored, or swing by to take on coffee dates in their lunch break. He wanted to be there for every birthday and Christmas and Valentines Day, to see you smile at whatever he had carefully wrapped just for you. He wanted to be there to see you bathed in candlelight at every anniversary dinner, except this time he wanted the anniversary to be for something else. As he watched how you laughed with Alfred in the sitting room of Wayne manor after a family dinner, his heart thudded violently. The old man cast a knowing glance at the way Dick wiped his palms on his dress pants, and the harsh swallow of his throat. Everyone else had left earlier to grab either drinks or dessert before curling up by the fireplace, giving him the perfect opportunity. The old man bowed at you, making up a kind excuse that he needed to fetch something for Bruce. As he passed Dick, he gave him a fatherly smile, calming his nerves only slightly. When your eyes meet his it’s like his heart as stopped, your smile chasing away the cold the beginning of winter brought. He smiled back, and it's like the world was lifted from his shoulders as he approached you, the weight of the sapphire studded ring in his pocket now non-existent.

Thinking about a Dick Grayson who...

Wants nothing more than to be your forever.

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

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《Notes / Ideas / Mini Fic》

In this Au, (Y/N) is the the first sidekick since Dick Grayson is Stray in this timeline. Due to that, her origin is much different.

I would say (Y/N) would take the mantle in her college years.

By day, normal college girl that has a intership at Wayne Enterprise. At night, timid heroine that aids the dark-knight crusader.

With a quiet breath, you do your best to keep up with Mr. Wayne as he walks amongst the party guests. His secretary calling out sick, along with needing you as extra eyes incase of any.. Mishaps.

I would say (Y/N) back story is completely up to ya'll! But overall, she is the eldest sibling of batfam. Adopted or not!

"Ah.. Ms. Kyle." Mr. Wayne gently takes her hand, placing a small kiss on her knuckle as she chuckles gracefully at the contact. "Bruce.." She smirks cheekily, "I see your unacompanied at the moment.."

"I'm not, this is my son, Richard."

I see this (Y/N) is much more dependent on Batman/Bruce than Dick was.

Instead of her leaving Bruce with the intentons of becoming her own hero. He basically had to persuade about it, disscussing it and such.

Which works out! Kinda...

Ms. Kyle states, as you linger behind Mr. Wayne. Trying to take a peek at the situation, until you hear a unfamiliar voice chime in."A pleasure to meet you, Sir." He said respectfully.

Dick however, later on. Does in fact travel out of Gotham and becomes his own seasoned thief.

Later on, becoming more situated in Bludhaven, often visiting Selina!

Overhearing the greetings, you shuffle closer anxiously. Honestly just wanting to head home and finish assignments until patrol. "And who's this?" Ms. Kyle says soothingly as she sees you.

"A-ah.. Uhm.."

I would like to think in this Au, much more magicl-girl vibes!

Also, to add! Bruce is much more protective than usual. Cause I think its funnier!

But this is mainly due to MouseHero!(Y/N) still not as well-trained as Bruce, yet shows promise.

"This is my intern, (L/N), she's substituting for my secretary tonight." Placing a hand on your shoulder. He gently nudges you in front of the two. "Uh.. H-Hello?" You said weakly, doing your best to look at them both.

"Hello there." Ms. Kyle greets kindly, giving a small wave as Richard took a glance at you. "Hi, (L/N). Right?" He greeted charmingly, holding out a hand.

In this Au, there are Robins! But the mantle is always changing.

You blink at his presence, he.. He was gorgeous. His lips pursing into a grin, blue irises taking hold of your heart.

Grasping ahold of his hand, you politlely shake back.

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Yawning, Stray boredly stood watch as Selina grabbed the jewel. Smirking, he helped her up, letting her take the lead as he followed after. Running amongst the rooftops. Graceful as their feline personas as they dash.

*THUNK!*

Wincing slightly, Stray glances at the other building. Seeing a familiar bat-themed caped-crusader on their trail. Rolling his eyes, he kept moving, something or rather.. Someone did catch his intreset..

Gasping in awe at the moonlight, you jump over buildings carefully. Trying to keep up with your mentor as he skillfully plants his feet on the opposing building. You managed to bring your speed up, eagerly leaping forward, eyes bright as a smile blooms on your lips.

Stray, noticing the actions, slows down ever so slightly.. Savoring the raw expression on the heronies features.

Ah.. Far too late to admire when the opposing duos now stood neck and neck.

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Civilian (Y/N) is still shy, but more akward and humble, almost embarrssingly . While her Hero counterpart is still shy, a bit more cry-baby with a strong willed-heart. Overall, still the same girl, just one with more confidence.

Babs is still Batgirl! She doesn't date Stray. But does date Dick for a bit, but before they create their hero/vigilante personas, though it doesn't work out. Overall still on good-terms and are besties.

"Aww... Seems Pussy-Cat is gonna' ruin the fun!" Joker laughed, watching Stray pick you up carefully. Your costume torn a bit as you weakly move in his arms in defiance.

"Why don’t cats play cards with mice? They’re too fur-midable at poker!" Joker joked, sweating slightly as he saw the glare directed at him.

I love to think Babara is your utter bestie, in or out of costume. She Dislikes Stray, (she doesn't know its Dick), finds him way too cocky and flashy. Bruce and her team up to scare him away whenever they can, (often failing).

Jason however, finds Stray!Dick annoying but kinda cool. Though, Jay does on occassion get teased by the thief. Which he hates, and goes to (Y/N) with crocodile tears.

It works often, Dick finds it annoying and tries to explain himself as Jason smiles in wickedness. It still works when your all older! What a pain! (Dicks words, not mine.)

In this Au, Dick gives off more "golden-kid" vibes, due to the fact his thief-persona is much more flirty and blunt.

You smile, giggling as the thief dramatically recalls his tales with your "hero-self". Flustered slightly, dumbly nodding along as your chest felt warm.

Stray and Civilian!(Y/N) relationship is sorta like Mari-Chat in a sense (lol).

But I feel like she'd open up to him more due to Dick's flamboyant energy. Finding comfort without the need to be enemies when shes not in uniform.

But with Richard, she's more self concious than ever! Always afraid she'll mess up and ruin their starange friendship and he'll figure who she is.

Batman is so done, while Selina loves her new novela.

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Tagging: @gaozorous-rex-blog @b4tm4nn @777ily @celestial-kanzakii

[Yay! I wrote more! Horray! I need to write Hemlock!Jason. But overall one of my favorite Aus! Any more ideas? Send them in! Hearts, comments, fan art are super Appreciated! Check out the extra! Mousequerade Ball!]

[swabsandcream]

A New Start

Detective Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

Summary:  Y/N was an exceptional detective, responsible for solving several high-profile crimes alongside her partner while working with the Los Angeles Police Department. Shortly after losing her partner on the job, she decides to move out of LA to have a fresh start elsewhere. 

Warnings: None

Part 2, Part 3

I think I’m going to like it here. Y/N thinks to herself as she takes in the view of the city of Detroit through her windshield while making her way to work. She was glad to be in a new place where everything was different, from the cold weather to the not so friendly neighbors she had encountered this morning. In a way, it helped her cope with the loss of her longtime partner who was also her best friend. She proceeded to think about him while on her way to meet her new partner for the first time.

A few minutes later she finally arrived at the Detroit Police Department. She stood outside the doors briefly to take a deep breath, then walked in with her head up high and a smile on her face. Making her way to the captain’s office, she was greeted by a few detectives and officers who were anticipating her arrival. She was already starting to feel welcomed once she politely entered the captain’s office to introduce herself. There were two men in the office, one who was clearly the captain sitting behind the desk, and she wasn’t sure who the other one was standing on the side of him. They were in the middle of a conversation, but stopped and turned to face her once she came in.

“Good morning, Captain Nelson. My name is-”

“Detective Y/N Y/L/N! Hello and welcome, nice to finally meet you. We were just talking about you and we’re both glad that you’ve decided to join our team.” She directed her attention from the captain to the man, who stood there quietly and gave her the meanest glare she’d ever seen in her life. She quickly observes him; young, brown hair and eyes, slightly taller than her, and on his belt was a badge that said ‘Detective’ in bold letters. 

“So, you must be my new partner.” She approaches the man, holding her hand out and still wearing a smile on her face. There was a moment of silence, as the man hesitantly grabbed her hand and gave it a quick shake before releasing it.

“Detective Dick Grayson. We done here? I’d like to get back to work if you don’t mind captain.” The man stepped away from Y/N and slowly made his way to the door while waiting for the captain’s approval. Her smile began to fade as she kept her eyes on the man, disliking his cold and unfriendly demeanor. 

“Sure Grayson, but once Y/N is ready to join the investigation I expect you to fill her in completely. Understand?” Dick scoffed at the captain’s words and left the office promptly.

“Wow. His name suits him very well.” Y/N’s joke cracks a smile out of Captain Nelson, who gestured her to take a seat in one of the chairs in front of him.

“Grayson’s a loner around here. Hes been trying to avoid having a partner since he transferred here a month ago from Gotham PD.”

“Gotham PD? Jesus Christ, I’d never even step foot in that city.”

“Yeah, apparently he lost his partner and decided to move on, just like you.” She leaned in to listen to the captain, fully intrigued by the newfound connection between herself and the cold stranger she’s being forced to work with.

“What happened to his partner?”

“Gassed by the joker, who knows?” They both let out a chuckle, but Y/N didn’t really find it funny. She started to feel like there may be a chance for her to get him to warm up to her.

Moments later, she had wrapped up her conversation with the captain and went to find her new desk, which is right across from her new partner. She found him focused on his computer, typing and reading the screen intently. She sat down in her chair, observing her new desk which only had a computer, a stapler, and a cup of pencils and pens on the side. She figured she would make herself at home and bring personal belongings tomorrow.

 For now, she was trying to work up the nerve to speak up to her partner, who didn’t pay her any mind and continued working. She ended up observing him once more, although his attitude was ugly, he was definitely the opposite in the looks department. He was very nice to look at with his charming face, broad shoulders, the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up just enough to see just how toned his arms are. She was so caught up in her observations that she didn’t realize he had stopped looking at his computer and was staring directly at her. 

She panicked, not knowing how long this went on for. She tried to quickly find something to say, but he beat her to it.

“Come over here so I can fill you in.” Dick scoots over in his rolling chair, giving her enough room to bring her chair next to him in front of his desk. She quietly rolled her chair next to him while sitting in it, avoiding eye contact with him and trying to focus on the stack of open files displayed in front of them.

“I’m in the middle of investigating a string of robberies taking place in the Downtown area. So far, two banks and one jewelry store have been hit in the past three weeks. I’m working on finding a pattern with the robberies, but progress has been slow since-”

“Since you’re trying to take this on all by yourself.” Y/N looks over at Dick, who kept his eyes on her as he sat back in his chair and folded his arms. She decides that this is the perfect time to try and win him over.

“Look, I heard you lost your partner. I did too. But that doesn’t mean we should give everyone else the cold shoulder and go off on our own.” Dick uncrossed his arms and sat back up as his demeanor began to transition from standoffish to empathetic.  

“I’m sorry for your loss. What happened to him, if you don’t mind me asking.” The tone of his voice was much softer than before, which made Y/N feel comfortable enough to open up to him. 

“We were holding a stakeout for some big-time drug dealers in South LA, but we were compromised. We ended up in a shootout with these guys. We called for backup...but they were too late. He died a hero and I just got lucky.” She turned away from Dick in effort to hide her eyes beginning to well up with tears. 

Dick started to feel guilty about the way he initially treated her. He moved his chair closer to her and laid his hand on her shoulder, making her turn back around. She took a deep breath and used her fingers to wipe her eyes. She apologized to Dick, who immediately ensured her that there was no need to apologize. He moved his hand from her shoulder to her back, rubbing it in circles in effort to make her feel better. She gave him a bittersweet smile, and he slowly removed his hand from her back. 

“We’ll solve this case together Y/N, and I won’t go off on my own. I promise.” 

“Thanks, Detective Grayson.”

“Please, call me Dick.”

[dickgraysonsgirly]

dick grayson is a siren who has bewitched me with his spell we've gotta burn him at the stake

[sophiesticatedyk]

She Looks Just Like A Dream || Bruce W. x Reader

Part 2 of "The Prettiest Girl I've Ever Seen" so I hope you guys like this too 🫶

After that encounter, you held a tight grudge on Bruce. Seems immature, yes, but there was something about the man that just infuriated you. Was it the way he made you feel? The way he smirked at you like you were below his level? God, you didn't even know what exactly you hated about him. All you know is, you didn't want to see him again. You told your friend how you didn't want to attend any of Wayne Gala's anymore.

Here you were, walking home as usual and passing the Wayne Manor as your daily path. It was odd, it looked so empty without guests. For a minute, looking at the house, you felt pity for Bruce. How lonely he must be. You shook the thoughts out of your mind, you were supposed to hate him.

With your head clouded with thoughts, you didn't notice the man sneaking up on you. It was too late, he had already grabbed you and you couldn't fight back no matter how hard you tried. The stranger cut off your oxygen by covering your nose and mouth as you started to feel lightheaded, the cloth had chloroform in it.

Slowly panicking, this is bad. Really bad.

-Stay quiet, buttercup. Unless you want to pay the consequences that is.

You tried to scream but it felt like your body was shutting down, you closed your eyes and passed out.

Suddenly, Batman came and punched the criminal straight in his nose, pulling your unconscious body to his side.

-Y...You're.. You're Bat..

The criminal shivered in fear at the hero towering over him. He stumbled over his feet and ran away when he heard the rumbling voice of the Bat.

-Get away from her, now.

The Batman calmly stated, calm but very intimidating. Like you could crumble under his gaze and tone of voice.

Batman gave the burglar a chance to run away, for now. Later in the Batcave, he'd make sure to make that man pay someday. At this moment, his priority was you.

Bruce didn't know what he was feeling, and he wasn't even sure if it was hatred anymore. When he saw you, looking helpless in the dim streetlights, he felt an urge to protect you. He wanted to protect you from everything bad in the world.

Carrying you into his Batmobile and driving towards the Batcave, Bruce contemplated if he truly hated you or admired you.

Arriving, Alfred walked to the automobile looking confused with the random girl in Bruce's arms.

-Who is this, Master?

Alfred asked with confusion laced in his tone.

-Do not worry, Alfred. It's the girl from the party. Her name is Y/N L/N. We need to get her treated, she's passed out from chloroform it seems.

Alfred acted quickly, with Bruce placing Y/N down onto the medical table. He swiftly brought out his tools and observed the few bruises and scratches that decorated the girl's arm.

It wasn't all too bad, so he wondered why his Master Wayne brought her all the way here? He has never done that for anyone before.

In a few minutes, the small wounds were fixed with some ointment and bandages. She would wake up soon.

-Master, why would you bring this girl here? It was only a few scratches, nothing too dangerous.

-I know, I know, Alfred. I don't know what's gotten into me. I just felt this urge to protect her, and I felt rage seeing another man touch her so violently. It's scaring me.

Bruce let out all his worries as Alfred poured him a cup of tea and sat down as well, they both were talking while Y/N was lying from afar, still unconscious.

-Master, have you ever considered that maybe, you have feelings for this young lady ?

Alfred was always right. But this time, he couldn't be! Unless...

-What ? I just met her ! There's no way ! And, I'm still not over Selina... I couldn't possibly like her. If anything, I hate her !

Bruce slightly raised his voice. He wasn't mad at you or Alfred, he was mad at himself. Mad that he couldn't decipher his own feelings.

-That is true, but love at first sight exists, you know. I know you're still grieving over Lady Selina, but you could also be slowly healing with how you feel for Lady Y/N. If you hated her, why would you bring her all the way here ? Quickly make me tend to her small wounds ?

The more Bruce thought about it, the more he realized Alfred was right.

Alfred was back upstairs in the Manor as Bruce was cleaning some of his Battech. He heard a small whimper come from Y/N. He abruptly stood up and walked over to you. He forgot something, though. His cowl. But he didn't realize that, too caught up in the fact that you were now awake.

-Where am I ?...

You rubbed your eyes and your tone of voice sounded like you were trying to hide your fear.

-You're in the Batcave. It is safe here, do not worry.

A low and dark voice came from your side as you looked up at your right. Wait, Bruce Wayne ? In Batman's suit ? What the fuck.

Could it be ?

-Holy shit.

You swore out of shock as you slowly tried crawling back from the table. Bruce was confused, and slightly nervous.

-What's wrong ?

He asked. You shakily pointed your finger at his head.

-I think you forgot your mask, Batman. Or now that I know, Bruce Wayne.

He lightly gasped and looked towards a mirror to show his reflection. This is bad, he wasn't wearing his cowl. How stupid of him ! Oh my God, he was so dead. He was caught by a random girl. My God.

-Fuck ! I forgot my cowl. Y/N, I know we ended on a bad note that night but I beg you to not tell anyone this, please. I don't know what's gotten into me and why I was this stupid to not realize my cowl wasn't on, just, this is our little secret, okay ?

He sounded so desperate.

-Wait, how do you know my name ? You know what, nevermind. What do I get ?

-What ?

-What do I get if I keep this a secret ?

You were teasing him. To be completely honest, you already had suspicions that he was Batman from the start. C'mon, Bruce Wayne sponsoring the Bat for ALL THAT gear ? One being present while the other suddenly disappears ? Besides, their features on the lower side of their face were exactly the same. You just have good observation skills.

-I'll give you anything you want.

-I'll make sure you live up to that.

You smiled. You smiled at him for the first time. No signs of cockiness or hatred in your eyes. It made him blush and choke on his words.

-Yes, I assure you I will.

[sukiwrites]

Love's Symphony

Jason Todd x gn!reader

Tags: Angst

Jason had been away, on a mission, and the hours without his voice, his laughter, his touch, had stretched on endlessly. He had spent the entire day out on patrol, trying to keep the streets safe from the ever-present criminal element that plagued the city. He knew the job was never easy, but it had been particularly grueling today.

But now, finally, the moment you had been waiting for was here. Jason was back. You practically leapt off the couch when you heard the familiar sound of his motorcycle pulling into the driveway. You raced to the door, your heart pounding so loudly that you thought it might burst from your chest. As soon as the door swung open, there he was, standing in all his brooding glory, his dark eyes locking onto yours.

Entering the dimly lit hideout, Jason kicked off his boots and tossed his helmet onto a nearby table. He rubbed his temples, feeling a dull ache starting to form in his head. Just as he was about to retreat to his room for some much-needed rest, he heard a voice echoing through the quiet space. Your lips stretched into a wide grin, and without thinking, you lunged at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and pulling him into a bone-crushing hug.

"Jaybird!" The voice was enthusiastic and filled with an energy that Jason found almost overwhelming.

"Hey, you're back!" you exclaimed, a grin spreading across your face as you closed the distance between you and Jason.

He couldn't help but feel a small smile tug at the corner of his lips in response to your infectious energy. It had been a long day, and seeing you so happy to see him was a welcome sight. However, as you continued to chatter excitedly about your day, he felt a subtle throbbing in his head intensify.

He stiffened in your arms, and you pulled back slightly, noticing the storm clouds gathering in his eyes. His jaw clenched, and you could see the tension radiating off him.

"Hey, could you calm down," he said in a low, gravelly voice, prying your arms from around his neck. "You're acting like a damn hurricane."

You paused mid-sentence, the excitement in your eyes dimming slightly as you processed his words. The smile that had been so vibrant moments ago faltered, and you took a step back, suddenly self-conscious. You blinked, taken aback by his sudden coldness. "What?"

"You're being too loud and you're giving me a headache." he muttered, pushing past you and into the living room.

"Oh, uh, sorry," you mumbled, your enthusiasm now replaced with uncertainty.

You stared after him, hurt and confusion warring within you. You had anticipated this joyful reunion, the two of you wrapped up in each other's arms, but instead, his words hung in the air like a heavy fog. You had missed him all day, every second of it, and now that he was back, he was telling you to calm down? You felt like you had been slapped in the face.

For the rest of the evening, you tried your best to contain your exuberance, to dim the light that had been burning so brightly inside you. You spoke in hushed tones, moved with measured steps, and kept your laughter in check. Every fiber of your being ached to be near him, to touch him, but you held yourself back, convinced that this was what he wanted.

The days that followed were a monotonous blur. you moved through them like a shadow, your heart heavy with the weight of his words. You were consumed by a quiet sadness, an ache that gnawed at you day and night. You missed the way we used to be, the way he would wrap you in his arms and tell you that your happiness was his priority. But now, you felt like a nuisance, a burden that he couldn't wait to be rid of.

One evening, as you sat on the couch, lost in your thoughts, Jason walked in. He looked at you with his brow furrowed.

"Hey," he began, his voice gentle this time.

You turned to look at him, your eyes still carrying a touch of sadness.

"Hi" you replied to him trying to keep a straight face.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softer than before.

You stare at nothing as you answer the question. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You've been very quiet all week. You're not yourself. You used to be… well, you used to be energetic, and now you're like a shadow," he said, his gaze searching yours.

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly tight. "You told me to calm down, and that I was being loud."

"I'm sorry for snapping at you," Jason said sincerely. "I know you were just excited to see me, But I needed a moment to adjust after being on that mission. I wasn't prepared to interact with you, but that doesn't mean I wanted you to disappear."

You sighed, your gaze dropping to your hands in your lap.

You felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes. You had misunderstood him, taken his words to heart in the worst possible way. "I just... I didn't want to bother you," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "maybe I was being too much for you."

Jason reached out and gently tilted your chin up, making you meet his eyes.

"You're never too much for me," he said softly. "I appreciate your energy and enthusiasm. It's just... I was having a rough day, and I didn't handle it well. I didn't mean to make you feel like you had to change who you are."

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips, and a hint of your usual spark returned to your eyes.

"You're forgiven," you said, giving him a playful nudge as you pout and say "But next time, maybe just tell me you're having a bad day instead of being mean, okay?"

Jason chuckled, relieved to see your spirit returning. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close.

"Deal," he replied. "Now, let's enjoy this sunset together."

[elarianastreamikaelso]

Spiaggia

Pov. T/n convince Dick a prendersi una vacanza.

t/n entro nell'ufficio di Dick alla centrale di polizia e si sedete sulla sua sedia e resto lì finche la porta dell'ufficio si apri ed entrò Dick.

"tesoro cosa ci fai qui pensa che fossi con le ragazze?" disse Dick. "lo ero poi ho deciso di venire qui ma prima sono passata da sturbucks e ti ho presso il tuo Frappuccino preferito." disse t/n e gli diede il frappuccino. "grazie tesoro, ma penso che ci sia altro." disse Dick.

"hai ragione sono qui anche per dirti che hai bisogno di una vacanza." disse t/n. "tesoro." inizio Dick, ma t/n lo interruppe "tesoro niente Dick stai lavorando troppo non dormi più di tre ore ormai da due settimane devi prenderti una pausa e su questo non si discute." disse t/n testardemente.

Dick sospiro e annui "bene aspetta qui vado dal capo e mi prendo una settimana di vacanza ok." disse Dick. t/n annui sorridendo. Dick usci dal suo ufficio per andare a parlare con il suo capo. Quando torno nel suo ufficio trovo t/n che girava sulla sua sedia.

"tesoro." chiamo Dick facendola fermare. "si ?" chiese t/n. "sono ufficialmente in ferie" disse Dick. "bene andiamo a casa." disse t/n saltando in piedi e battendo le mani. i due uscirono mano nella mano dalla stazione di polizia.

Il giorno dopo

Dick e t/n scesero dall'aereo e presero un taxi per andare all'albergo che avevano prenotato. i due entrarono. "finalmente siamo arrivati alla Hawaii." strillo t/n. Dick rise "sono felice che ti piaccia tesoro" disse Dick.

"lo adoro mettiamoci il costume e andiamo al mare non vedo l'ora di andare a fare una nuotata e poi al pomeriggio andiamo alla spa e sta sera ristorante." disse t/n. "va bene tesoro una cosa alla volta mettiamoci il costume e scendiamo in spiaggia" disse Dick. t/n e Dick si misero il costume e scesero giù in spiaggia e si tuffarono in mare.

Al pomeriggio

"sbrigati Dick abbiamo la prenotazione per la spa alle 16:30 e sono già le 16:25 dai che se no arriviamo in ritardo." disse t/n. "tesoro sono pronto andiamo" disse Dick. Dick e t/n arrivarono alla spa dell'albergo. "buon pomeriggio signori avete prenotato?." disse la receptionist. "si abbiamo prenotato a nome Grayson." disse Dick.

la receptionist controllo il computer. "bene allora questi sono le chiavi per gli armadietti cambiatevi e andate alla stanza 22 per i massaggi e poi la stanza 33 per l'inizio del percorso rilassante." disse la receptionist. "ok grazie mille" disse t/n prese le chiavi e prese la mano di Dick e li porto agli spogliatogli.

Dick e t/n avevano appena finito di fare il massaggio e il percorso rilassante stavano tornando nella loro stanza d'albergo. "la spa e il massaggio è stata l'idea migliore della tua vita mi serviva proprio." disse Dick. "te l'avevo detto che avevi bisogno di una vacanza" disse t/n. "ti giuro che non dubiterò mai più delle tue parole." disse Dick. "ti conviene" disse t/n lanciandogli un finto sguardo serio che fecce scoppiare a ridere tutti e due.

La sera

Dick stava aspettando che t/n fosse pronta per la cena mentre si guardava allo specchio. "tesoro sei pronta." urlo Dick. "si, sono pronta." disse t/n uscendo dal bagno. "allo che ne dici." disse t/n girando su se stessa. Indossava un abito nero elegante.

"tesoro sei magnifica." disse Dick. "grazie anche tu sei stupendo." disse t/n baciando Dick. "è meglio che andiamo a mangiare se non vuoi che cambi idea tesoro." disse Dick. "hai ragione andiamo a cena che sta sera ti aspetta il dessert" disse t/n. "oh mi piace quello che sento." disse Dick. T/n rise "andiamo." disse t/n. "prima le signore." disse Dick aprendogli la porta.

[bbraefairy]

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[somnoshy]

AWWW 😭

THE BEST DAMN PARENTS D.G.

Summary: Dick loved how you took care of Damian, maybe he would love it with his own kid too

Warning: fluff, Damian being adorable, nightmare. 

A/N: “I’m too young for a child” ~ me to myself everytime I’m ever writing about having a baby

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Word count: 1.7k

Everyone knew that Dick was Damian’s favorite brother.

He was the only one that Damian could tolerate for long periods of time and the only other person besides his father that he would trust with his life. Dick was the person that he could confide in when he felt like he could turn to no other.

So, when he got a girlfriend, Damian had gotten jealous. He was jealous that their time was being taken away for you and that Dick was cancelling plans because he wanted to spend time with you. Damian didn’t like you before he even met you, you were an inconvenience to his life without even being a part of it.

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[dickgraysonass]

I just wanted to see if you guys would like ships or not cuz i original made it to be platonic but now im not sure and i need your opinions on it . If you do want ships we will do another voting to see who gets the most votes

[inkdrinkerworld]

Dick Grayson who loves it when instead of interlacing your fingers you wrap both your arms around his bicep when you’re out because number one, he likes the feel of you grabbing onto him like that, number two, he loves knowing that he’s the one you want and need and love and number three, nine times out of tend you’re going to drag your nails in strange patterns up and down the bulk of his bicep and he just loves it so so much

[swabsandcream]

A New Start [Part 3]

Detective Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Dick and Y/N have been assigned to conduct a stakeout for their robbery case, which leads to the two of them having to experience some unexpected events. 

Warnings: Mentions of violence, mentions of blood, swearing

It was roughly four-thirty in the morning. The sun hadn’t come up yet, and the streets of Downtown Detroit were remarkably quiet. The entire city was asleep, except for Y/N and Dick, who were sitting in an inconspicuous car right across the street from the suspected drop-off location, which was a storage unit. Y/N was not a morning person at all. In fact, she didn’t really have a chance to get any sleep after she left the station last night. Her conversation with Rodriguez about the Robin case caused her to draw an entirely different conclusion than she had before. A conclusion that involves her partner, who was sitting in the driver’s seat. They didn’t say much to each other since he picked her up from her apartment, making it a little awkward between the two of them as they panned their surroundings looking for anything suspicious. Y/N turned to look at Dick as he pulled something from the cooler he had in the backseat of the car.

“I can’t believe you brought an entire cooler to a stakeout. What did you even bring...beers? Any kind of liquor?”

“Well, if I knew you were an alcoholic, I would’ve brought more than a bunch of soft drinks.” Dick chuckled, watching Y/N roll her eyes at his remarks while he popped open a can of Vernors and took a sip.

“The hell is a Vernors? I never heard of that.” Y/N reached into the cooler and grabbed a cold can of Vernors, hesitant to try the new drink.

“Me neither until I got here. They definitely don’t sell these back in Gotham. It’s honestly not bad, try it.” Dick sat back in the seat, observing his partner’s reaction as she took a small sip of the carbonated beverage. 

She let out a loud belch shortly after, causing both of them to laugh hysterically. Then the car grew silent, and their eyes were locked onto one another just like the day before. Y/N couldn’t allow herself to get lost in the lustrous eyes of the man sitting next to her again, not after what she had learned during her secret investigation. 

“It’s funny you mentioned Gotham, because I’ve been thinking about how you and Robin are both from there.” Y/N was attentive to Dick’s actions as he immediately stopped looking at her, letting out a sigh of disappointment as he set his soda can down to bury his face in his hands. Ignoring his gestures, Y/N continued to push for a verbal response.

“And now both of you are here, of all places, at the same time. Isn’t that strange?” Dick raised his head out of his hands and looked over at Y/N, annoyed by the smug look on her face, like she has it all figured out. 

“Still not over the Robin thing huh? Hope you didn’t forget what I said yesterday Y/N. I do like you, but that doesn’t mean I won’t-”

“Report me to Nelson? Be my guest Dick, and I’ll be sure to tell him about how you’ve been working with Robin this entire time.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Tyler Hackett. Rodriguez told me all about it last night.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about Y/N.”

“I don’t huh? The main suspect in a child abuse case gets off easy, and you were fucking pissed about it considering the fact that you were hellbent on locking him up.”

“Y/N please-”

“Rodriguez said once Hackett was found not guilty you went on this big rant in front of everyone saying something along the lines of understanding why Batman and Robin do what they do. Then a week later, Hackett is in the hospital with life threatening injuries by Robin, coming all the way from Gotham. There have been several crimes taking place since then, and he hasn’t made another appearance since then.”

Dick was eerily silent, trying to process the fact that his fear had ultimately came true despite his meager attempt to keep her from pursuing this issue any further. She had most of it figured out, but the most important detail was left out of her theory, which gave Dick an opportunity to satisfy her hunger for the truth.

“Ok. You got me. Robin and I are...acquaintances. Back in Gotham I helped him keep tabs on criminals like the Joker and Scarecrow, and if I ever need a favor, I just gave him a call. I don’t like to call on him, but I couldn’t let Hackett get away with what he did to that little girl. Son of bitch better be lucky I...he didn’t kill him.” Dick was staring out the window as he told this strategic lie, avoiding eye contact with his partner in hopes to not get caught. “Despite what everyone’s saying, Robin’s not a bad guy. It seems like you’re one of the few people that actually understand that, so thank you.”

“No, thank you for telling me the truth. I promise I won’t tell anyone about it. Robin is great and all, but I admire how passionate you are about helping people, especially innocent kids.” Y/N reached out for Dick’s hand that was resting on the armrest and put her hand on top of his.

Dick looked down at their touching hands and back up at Y/N, who was glaring at him. Once again, they were caught in a moment of silence, but this time Dick wanted to take advantage of the opportunity. He slowly switched the position of their hands, putting his on top and slowly gliding his hand up and down her forearm. Y/N remained motionless, taking in the feeling of her partner's hands continuously stroking her left arm. Aroused by the tension, Dick decides to take it a step further by leaning toward his partner, being close enough to feel her quickened breathing on his face. Y/N's mind was screaming for her to retreat, but her body remained in place. Her lips parted slightly in preparation for what was about to happen next.

They both knew it was wrong to be doing this when they're supposed to be working, but the anticipation was much too high to dial it back now.

"We shouldn't." Y/N's voice was barely above a whisper.

"I know."

With that, the detectives were sent to an aura filled with pure, unadulterated bliss as their lips intertwined. Neither one of them had experienced a feeling like that in a very long time, allowing themselves to get lost in each other. Dick took his unoccupied hand and grabbed hold of her thigh, pulling her closer to him despite the obvious obstacle in between them. Y/N cupped his face with both of her hands, parting her lips wider to grant him entry with his tongue. The kiss grew more heated by the second, and Y/N had abandoned all hope of regaining self-control. She threw the leg he was grabbing over the armrest, preparing to get on top of him, and then a phone started ringing. The sound of Dick’s ringtone made Y/N pull away from his lips, retracting her leg and shifting back into her seat. Dick was yanked back into reality as he started patting himself to find his phone, which he eventually located in his back pocket. He read the caller ID and promptly answered.

“Hello? Yes, we’re here. Just play your part and don’t do anything stupid. If they sniff you out, you know what to do. Alright, bye.” Dick hung up the brief phone call and looked over at his partner, who was looking out the slightly fogged window, slumped in her seat with her arms folded.

“That was the informant I was telling you about. He just said that they’ll be here in a few minutes to meet a potential buyer for the jewelry.” He didn’t receive a response or any form of acknowledgment from his partner who remained in the same position. 

“Y/N? Did you hear what I just-”

“Loud and clear.” She said with a big sigh, avoiding eye contact with the man she just got done having a make out session with. She couldn’t belief how she just let herself lose control like that. After everything that happened between her and her last partner, not to mention she just met this guy two days ago. 

"Are you upset with me?" Dick's question didn’t receive an answer. "Listen, we clearly both like each other so there's no point of trying to hide it."

"Dick, you don't understand. My partner back in LA...he was more than just a work partner to me." Y/N finally turned her head away from the window, meeting eyes with Dick.

Now he understood why she was being so resistant towards him. She didn't want to get too involved with another partner in fear that she would end up losing him just like the last. Little did she know that her new partner was highly trained to deal with high-risk situations.

"So, you got a thing for detectives then?" His words caused Y/N to snicker, turning away from him with an eye roll. He brought her attention back to him once he grabbed her arm.

"You don't have to worry about me getting hurt or killed on the job. If anything comes up, I will handle it. I promise." He spoke in a very calm and reassuring tone with a smile, releasing his partner's arm in the process.

The moment between them was abruptly interrupted by the sight of a black SUV pulling into the parking lot of the storage unit. Dick swiftly grabbed the binoculars he had in the armrest and put it up to his eyes to focus on the site. Y/N prepared the earpieces connected to the wire the informant was wearing. She gave Dick one, and she had the other, both of them putting it on and watching as the scene unfolded right across the street from them.

"I really hope we can trust this guy. If he screws this up, we'll be fucked." Y/N's concerns were turned on deaf ears as Dick proceeded to watch the criminals begin to converse.

Three of them that came out of the SUV all at once. All dressed in black suits and ties, standing idle right in front of the storage unit. One of them was the informant, playing his part as Dick and Y/N listened to the group's conversation from a distance.

"So, the buyer's not here yet. They're all just standing out there waiting for them now." Dick serving as the commentator, while Y/N continues to look out the window.

"...wait. Something's not right." Y/N snapped her neck towards him.

"Dick what are you talking about?"

Dick put down his binoculars and quickly reached for his bag right next to the cooler. He rustled through the bag and pulled out a handgun, cocking it and handing it Y/N. Her heart started racing, confused about what was happening and starting to panic.

"Dick what the fuck is going on!?"

"It's a set up. They know we're here."

Before Dick could explain further, a black SUV pulled up a few spaces behind them and stopped. The doors opened, and five masked men with guns jumped out of the car and rushed towards them. Dick and Y/N quickly got out of the car, Y/N shooting at the men and taking cover in front of the car. She reached out for her partner, who was nowhere to be found.

"Dick!" She screamed in terror, afraid to move from her crouched position in front of the car. She couldn't see what was happening, but she heard a few gunshots and a lot of grunting. She had absolutely no clue what happened to her partner.

He's dead. They killed him. There's no way he could've made it. Maybe he ran away. He fucking left me here to die! What am I gonna do? Y/N's thoughts were running rampant while she remained crouched, holding the car for support. Then she realized she couldn't hear anything. No gunshots, no grunting, nothing. It was dead silent, then there were footsteps and heavy breathing. The sound grew louder in Y/N's direction, her state of panic intensifying as the footsteps got closer. By the time she could see the shoe of the person approaching her, she jumped up from in front of the car and shot the gun, completely missing her target.

"WHOA! Y/N, it's me! Don't shoot!" Dick held his hands up as if he were surrendering. Y/N's hands were violently shaking, her body frozen in place and tears flowing out of her eyes.

Dick slowly approached her until he could remove the gun from her hands, then brought her into his arms. She cried into her partner's huffing chest, relieved that he was alive but angry about him leaving her so suddenly. Then she realized that his shirt was wet, she opened her eyes and saw blood stains coating his shirt and a little bit on her face.

"What the fuck!" She stepped back from him, wiping her face off and getting a better look at him.

He had blood all over his shirt, and some splattered on his face. She looked over at the five men, who were all laid out on the ground, bloodied and lifeless. She was speechless by the sight, unable to comprehend how a detective was capable of taking on five armed men all at once without any kind of weapon. She looked across the street where the SUV was, but they had disappeared.

"Those guys at the storage unit were a decoy. My informant must've cut a deal with the guy behind all this." Dick’s demeanor was completely calm, despite his heavy breathing he has completely fine. Almost like it was another day on the job. Y/N thought she had him figured out, but quickly came to terms with the fact that she hadn’t.

"Are you Robin?"

"What?"

"Don't fuck with me Dick Grayson. I don't care if you know karate, taekwondo, or whatever. It was five on one, and you were completely unarmed."

"Not completely." Dick reached in his pocket and pulled out a bloody throwing star, carved into the letter 'R'. He handed it to Y/N, confirming her suspicions.

She didn't know how to feel about this revelation. There was so much to unpack, but the fact that she made out with the one and only Robin had taken over her train of thought. Dick stepped closer to her, closing the gap between them.

"Why did you lie to me?" Y/N looked up at his blood-stained face.

"I didn't want you to look at me differently. We both know that I've done some things that I'm not proud of, but I need you to know that I've always had the right intentions."

"I know Dick, and I trust you." She grabbed his hand, putting the throwing star into his palm and closing it for him. “The question is, do you trust me? Will you let me help you instead of you creeping around by yourself?” He snickered, smiling down at his partner in amusement.

“Of course. No going off on my own.” He said smoothly. With his face only inches away from Y/N’s, he decides to take the opportunity to kiss her once more. She cupped his face with her hands as they proceeded, until Dick broke away and looked over at the bodies again. 

“We should probably call this in huh?”

“Yeah, we should. But how exactly are we going to explain this?”

“We were under attack, I tried to stop them, and my badass partner took them out with the gun I gave her.” His fake explanation put a smile on Y/N’s face as they both stepped from in front of the car to get back inside. Once they got in the car, Dick called into the station about the bodies and drove off with Y/N by his side. With the two of them working together in the grimy streets of Detroit, there was nothing that could possibly stop them. 

~ Part 4? Maybe? ~

[dickgraysonsgirly]

i need a consistent dick grayson smut/fluff writer. where they at??

[karma1love]

Damian Wayne x black reader

Warnings:None

Summary:what y/n would post on instagram pt2

Cassicain 1h ❤️by author

I love you 💕😘

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secretlifeofY/N 1h

I love you more 💕💕

Damianlover 30m

Why are you so close to his family ?

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Damian1&only 1h

Fr like I’m wondering the same thing

Jasonthegod 45m ❤️by author

And you ain’t invite me I’m literally just one message away 😞😒

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SecretlifeofY/n 43m

I always hang out with you🙄

Y/ndefender 1h

My wife baddddddd😍😍

Damian Wayne 1h ❤️by author

You look so stunning

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secretlifeofY/N 1h

My man called me stunning 😝😘

BF/n 45m ❤️by author

My bestie teaaaa🍵🍵

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secretlifeofY/N 45m

You know it 💕💕

Damian'swife 10m

She’s not even all that she’s so ugly 💀

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Y/ndefender 10m ❤️by author

Your mother ugly hoe

Cassicain 1h ❤️by author

#needthat😍😍

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secretlifeofY/N 1h

Ahh I love you

Jasonthegod 1h ❤️by author

Save some room for the lord

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secretlifeofY/N 1h

Whatever 🙄

Dickgrayson 30m ❤️by author

Y’all know damn well y’all not reading that book

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SecretlifeofY/n 30m

😭😭leave me aloneeeee

Y/nxdamian 10m ❤️by author

You guys are so cute 🥰

Dickgrayson 20m ❤️by author

Dress to impress players are mean😔

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SecretlifeofY/n 20m

Real.

Jasonthegod 20m ❤️by author

they the reason why i got my account banned 😔

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SecretlifeofY/n 20m

Your the reason why your account got banned 😒