#possessive!dick grayson

[002yb]

Ahhh ABO au where Jason is the only omega in the batfam and Bruce is having a hard time arranging his marriage/blocking off bad suitors.

and dick is like "Hey B look at meeee" and Bruce thinks hes joking every time until Dick brutalizes a potential match for Jason because the marriage talks were getting serious and Jason seemed like he was considering the guy.

What’s annoying is that it’s a good match. This alpha would be good for Jason, to Jason. Despite that, Dick’s hackles are raised at the perceived threat. Teeth bared and growl so low Jason sits upright to stare at him, wide eyed and alert, albeit confused - concerned.

Even Bruce is startled, gaze darting between Dick and the prospective alpha across from them. The older alpha’s brows furrow as he tries to figure if Dick picked up on something Bruce missed, a danger or threat.

To say Bruce has missed a lot would be an understatement. Even now, Bruce mistakes Dick’s warning for something it isn’t. That’s been the problem for months though, hasn’t it? Soft protests against an archaic tradition overlooked. Shows of intent brushed off with a fond clap to Dick’s shoulder. An open and honest declaration to court Jason, to pursue him - chuckled over like some paltry joke that stung like a slap across the face because Bruce must see Dick as an undesirable - unworthy - alpha for his cherished omega.

And maybe Bruce isn’t wrong about that, but he is wrong about this.

The only danger in the room is Dick.

“Would you fight for him?” Dick asks. The growl that tore from him before is a barely bitten back thing now, but Dick doesn’t need the threat of it to make another alpha cower or show them their place. There’s steel in Dick’s gaze, a biting chill and crushing pressure in the low timber of his voice when he taunts, “Could you?”

It's a loaded question, purposefully asked to manipulate a choice answer. This is an alpha that would be good for Jason, to Jason. There's nothing else for them to say but an expected, "Of course."

It makes Dick smile, all bared teeth with a promise to bite. The threat in it has Jason shuddering beside him, cheeks flushing softly at the shameless throwing down of a metaphorical glove.

“Prove it.”

[p0ssym1lker]

Bruce getting asked who his favorite child is and panicking™

Bruce: .... Danny

Most of the Batfam: who?

Dick: oh yeah fair

Damian: who's.... Danny

Dick: my childhood friend, Bruce tried to adopt him but got bodied by Danny's parents and sister, he's still not over it

Bruce: I am over it-

Dick: then throw away the adoption papers with his name on it-

Bruce, gasping: no

[bruciemilf]

There’s something off about Bruce.

Dick’s eye is trained for detail; He has to calculate every leap, every step, every breath, every count. He’s a showman. Everything is routine, and routine is everything.

Injury isn’t unusual, especially for his father .He out stubborns Tim in resisting medical examinations, after all.

For Bruce, secrets are protection. He lied about every injury he had when Dick was Robin, suffering in silent agony as the pain grew and grew, a tradition he carries on from Jason to Damian.

If Bruce screams, it’s bad.

“God fucking dammit, how the fuck does he do this? Who the fuck breaks their femur AND just carries on? Jesus FUCKING Christ.”

Bruce curses under his breath, profanity hushed. Dick’s veins freeze, blood turning to stone. He guesses his shock is obvious because Jason mirrors it to perfection.

One; Bruce doesn’t curse.

Two; He definitely doesn’t curse in a jersey accent.

The unease is pungent. Alfred practically tastes it, vitriolic as anything. His chest is taut, pulse slow, “Sir,” it’s cautious, “Shall I prepare the supplies?”

‘Bruce’ waves his hand, voice gruffer, lower, smokey, “Yeah, thanks, babe,”

Alfred blinks. And whoever pretends to be Bruce, blinks back, almost like a deer being cornered by an English hound, smile a bit boyish and unsure.

“…Thomas?”

“… Okay, you’re gonna laugh—“

Dick is reeling, because apparently:

His dead grandparents have been possessing his father throughout the years and they, wards to the best detective in the world, never caught on.

“Look, I get you’re pissed, BUT,” It’s so unbelievably weird watching Bruce be so expressive;

His hands move energetically, like they have their own voices, and his rain soft voice catches on fire when his father talks through him,

“This IS 50% MY body, technically.“

“Thomas, dear, that is not how that works. Come now, you’re scaring our grandchildren.”

And Jason’s voice is uncharacteristically soft when he speaks, more posh, more elegant . That is not his brother.

Alfred passes out, to no one’s surprise.

[literarymerritt]

"I made a lot of mistakes when you were young, but you still grew up to be the best person I know."

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[mysterycitrus]

i don’t think u understand it is so important to me that dickie grayson is the shortest and physically weakest of any team that he’s on while simultaneously being the most unsettling person in the room

[flamingpudding]

Little Snippets #5

Okay, so maybe Danny screwed up a little big. He was just trying to train some of his powers in secret. Really. And sure, just because he wanted to test the limits of what he could do, he tested and trained with a powered he swore he wasn't going to ever use on anyone.

But that kind of turned out to be one of his worst mistakes.

He was pretty sure Jazz was probably posting missing person posters. Maybe hid parents were also wrecking havoc over Amity, leaving literally no stone unturned to find him. And he didn't even want to imagine what his ghost gallery of rogues were up to with him missing.

Now he really regretted that he started training in secret without telling anyone.

Because now... here he was stuck in a doll sitting on some weird guys shelf that apparently used him as therapy doll and was talking to him. Or maybe the other was talking more to himself than Danny stuck in the doll.

Either way Danny was stuck and currently had no idea what to do, and his attempts in making the move doll didn't work as much as he hoped for. It took him an entire night to move his doll body from the shelves to the windowsill.

Tim swore the doll he had picked up on a whim as a mission souvenir was hunted. He swore he had placed the doll on his shelf several times now, but each morning he found it somewhere else.

He had contemplated installing cameras but fos some reasons his electronics stopped working at night. He had told Dick about it.

And what does he older brother do?

Ask him how much he slept the past week.

He sleeps enough, thank you very much. His sleep schedule was a mess but he sleeps and he functions.

The amount of energy drinks and coffee he consumes has noting to do with that.

Still Tim sat on the couch the doll placed on the table before him as he stared it down like it was a criminal he was going to interrogate.

"I know you can move..." he muttered behind his folded hands as his eyes narrowed. "I will figure out what your deal is..."

Behind him Dick looked worried at his younger sibling, wondering if he should get the tranquilizer gun. "Guys... I think he has one of these phases again..."

Jason next to him scoffed with his arms crossed, already planning on tipping Alfred off to restrict Tim's coffee and energy intake.

Damian only clicked his tongue, watching the older teen. "So Drake finally lost it."

[puppetmaster13u]

Possessed Doll Au Art

Putting all of my (for now) art for @phoenixcatch7 Possessed Doll Au without all the writing and reblogs lol. But seriously go check Phoenix out because they do some amazing stuff and this isn't their only really cool AU or prompt <3

Ran Out of Space, but there will probably/definitely be more later that I'll probably reblog this post with lol

[arkangelo-7]

All I can think about right now is how fucking hilarious would it be if Wayne Manor was haunted. Because there is no way that Bruce “I Don’t Fuck With Magic” Wayne would tolerate that shit. He’d see the ghost of one of his ancestors wandering around the gardens at night and would just absolutely lose his mind—he’d hire the Ghostbusters or some shit to come deal with it because like hell is he touching anything vaguely supernatural with a ten foot pole. And you know he’s start making house calls to all the Justice League magic users the moment he catches sight of a creepy doll laying in the middle of the hallway or something like that. My man Bruce Wayne will absolutely not fuck with a haunted Wayne Manor and will do anything in his power to get someone else to deal with that shit for him.

[siddyyyyyyyy]

!MDNI!

Drink the Potion!

Fairy!Dick Grayson x Reader

wc: 1.6 K summary: Dick Grayson accidentally turns into a tiny fairy and you take care of him. warnings: masturbation, overstimulation, dry humping, riding

From the moment that unusal magician Villian transformed Dick into a tiny sized fairy, it was a hell of a few days trying to get along with the new change. You‘ve been trying to contact John Constantine to fix it, but it seems like he has more important things to take care of right now.

So, you have taken it into your own hands, as his usual mission partner to take care of him while he is stuck in that tiny sized form. He looks exactly the same, except that he is literally the size of your palm. Well, a little bigger than that, but still… it‘s comically small. You made sure to get him food in smaller portions, getting him a bath in your bathroom sink with drops of soap for him to use, and he can sleep wherever he wants. Of course, he settles on sleeping near you without you crushing him.

Beside the few negative aspects of the situation, it‘s actually funny seeing him fuss over certain things he can‘t do nowadays. For example, change into different clothes since he‘s been thankfully shrinked together with his suit. That‘s why he is basically stuck in it before someone can get him back into his actual size. But there is also one more thing that has changed since then.

He became way more horny. You didn‘t notice at first because he was hiding it as best as he could. Until you caught him shamelessly jerking off under your blanket. It was nighttime, and you thought he had already settled into bed and fell asleep as usual, but he proved you wrong once you opened your blanket.

There lays Dick on full display, lazily stroking his cock while locking eyes with you and grinning lightly at your shocked expression. You don‘t know why, but you weren‘t really mad at him for it. Everyone has their needs, right? And it just so happened that his needy hormones spiked up in that tiny body of his. How could anyone manage to deal with such emotions in a small form like this anyway?

And that‘s how it started. You both settled on leaving him alone during that and lending him your bedroom for it. You‘ll just need to wait until he is finished and pretend as if nothing happened. Besides, you can‘t really ignore it. Both of you. He usually makes some small jokes about it, which just turn into a small banter between the two of you and complaining about John ignoring this problem so he doesn‘t have to fix him. This goes on for a few days until he verbalises his needs to you. It turns out that simply jerking off doesn‘t do much for him anymore and he seems to need more. He isn‘t satisfied.

That only leaves to one conclusion, obviously. You are taking this problem into your own hands. Again.

It‘s not like you aren‘t good friends, so you can help him out with that too. And this is how it really started. Every evening, after patrol, you slipped into your bed and helped him out with his aching needs. Even when he fit into your palm, it still felt more intimate than any other things you‘ve ever done together.

Laying side by side, having him naked with his hands behind his neck, you carefully held his hard cock between your fingers and did your best on finding an even pace for now. The room filled with tiny whimpers and low groans from his side, managing to find a torturous pace for him. His chest heaving and cheeks flushed, he didn‘t stop you. He wanted more, wanted to see how much he could take in his overly needy state.

Hips jerking up, he finished, and smaller spurts of cum coated your fingers. It was fascinating to see such a tiny creature be pleasured to such an extend. His moans became louder, even muffled against his hand. Once he was calmed down after his first orgasm, you retreated your hand, but he quickly grabbed your finger and silently begged you to keep going. After checking in if that‘s what he really wants, you play with his cock again until he cums all over once more. Needless to say, you didn‘t stop until he literally passed out happily in your free palm, nuzzled against your thumb.

It became more of a routine for you both to lay down and please the other. Dick really wanted to please you just as much, but it wasn‘t possible with how small his hands were now. He would genuinely crawl inside you at this point and please you in that way, but he knows it‘s a weird request and just won‘t voice it, in fear you would be scared off.

Frustrated, he let you tease and overstimulate him as much as you both wanted. It was pure bliss for him. The way you delicately stroke his length in a languid pace before you switch up and set a brutal pace for him. The way his back arches up, the way his hips stutter and squirm under you— it‘s a sight to see.

Hissing noises escape from him every time you keep going even, after his high, making him sensitive and flushed. Once you stop your movements, he sighs in relief but starts bucking his hips into your fingers lazily again. He just can‘t stop. He knows he probably comes off as a needy loser like this, but he couldn‘t care less when there‘s someone willing to give him what he wants.

Every time, his brain goes to absolute mush after one of your sessions, he starts babbling on about how perfect you are, how much he wants to please and taste you. But you know it‘s not possible until someone can fix this poor guy.

He promised to get revenge on you for overstimulating him so much once he can get back to his actual size. And with him being rather tiny with those elf ears and wings on his back, it‘s generally hard to take him seriously.

Once John finally had the time to fix the siye problem, he just tossed a smaller glass bottle your way and told him to drink some drops of it. Without any further trouble, he leaves you be, and you give Dick that magical potion that should help him.

Indeed, Dick grows back into his normal size, a head taller than you again. That famous smirk plastered all over his face. Finally, he can get his so-called ‚revenge‘.

With strong hands, the now taller man picks you up and makes you wrap your legs around his waist. His lips come crashing against yours, needy for proper pleasure. He slumps back into the couch and keeps his hands splayed across your hips, savouring the taste of you.

Light groans slip from him while you lose your mind over the unexpected action, but you can‘t bring yourself to stop. You‘ve fantasised about this exact moment to happen for so long while he was stuck in his tiny body; now it‘s finally coming true.

Your lips move down from his lips to his neck, licking and tasting more at him for your own pleasure. Small gasps and moans leave his mouth while he drags your hips back and forth on his clothed cock. Your nails dig into his shoulders while the room fills with heated tension, arousal spiking from the both of you.

You let him move how he needs to, giving into his touch as you grind heavier on him. Louder groans leave him, his head tilting back. The sight of him, slightly flushed, hair messy, eyes glazed over, and panting for air, is something you commit to memory.

The friction is not enough after a while, and he rips your shorts off, hastily slipping his cock out to slip into you. With careful movements, Dick finally nestled inside of you and groans loudly once he bottoms out. Having you on his lap, all pretty and warm, is the one thing he has been craving for these past few weeks.

Once you are settled to the full feeling, you start to grind on him at first. Your clit rubs against his pelvis, making your body jerk lightly. Stilling for a moment to catch your breath, he helps you to ride him properly. As you hold onto his shoulders, you start to go up and down his length in a slow pace, just like you did when he was stuck as a fairy.

He groans painfully and nuzzles forward into your neck, bucking his hips up into you in need. You take the sign and pick up your pace, your breath picking up into short gasps.

It gets too much for you, clenching down harder and harder until you release on top of him, cunt spasming violently around him. More groans and whimpers fill the room as Dick also nears his high, unable to hold on much longer and finishes inside, loading his hot cum deep inside. After a few final thrusts, you both slump into each other and catch a moment to yourself.

His big arms wrap tightly around your tired form, whispering sweet nothings to you.

He couldn‘t even get to his revenge, too tired after the real thing and also too shy to ask if you‘d be down for him to keep going. You both end up cuddled up together in your bed, snuggled up and without a care in the world.

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[silverwhittlingknife]

dick vs. apartment organization, a story in three parts

new teen titans 10, new titans 65, nightwing: target

"i can't believe this place." "i thought you were moving." "you live like a slob."

everybody's a critic dsfsfdsf

[002yb]

Ok consider this. Nightwing and Red Hood are on a joined mission. It's a multiple targets op, possibly a large quantity of military trained henchmen.

They are riding the elevator up to the penthouse of the boss, a bit like Marvel's Kingpin style.

It's one of those looking silent rides in an elevator...

And Dick is slightly bouncing on his feet.

And Jason? He is a tower of armored muscle, Is literally armed to the teeth (he learned from he best ahem ahem Arsenal), with double Swords, a la Berserker single giant sword, a grenade launcher pr something like that, guns knives, double bandoleers (the idea on loan feom Timmy) and of course his Helmet (tm).

And Dick jas a STRANGE DE JA VU, like there is a weird feeling down in his gut and he just can't place it

....until the elevator pings at the 150th floor, and Jason's position shifts from awaiting to a full on guard,

AND HE UNSHEETHS the double Swords, and Dick gets hit with the whiplash of his life -

Because in that moment,

Jason reminded him of Slade.

All the perils they're confronted with be damned, Dick won't shut up about it the entire time they're fighting. This man needs all the details. What did Deathstroke teach Jason? It was all professional, right? Right???

What proceeds is Dick having a comical meltdown as his thoughts spiral to worse and worse scenarios that eventually lands on: did he take Jason's first kiss???!

Which Jason is so exasperated by this point. On the one hand, Dick's jealousy increased his productivity exponentially, but on the other? Come on, man.

Jason asking if Dick is serious, which Dick very much is. Jason is charming and Deathstroke is spiteful; it's a perfect combination. Which Jason would deny. He would swear up and down that Deathstroke wouldn't have known it would spite Dick. And Dick - he can't help but laugh a bit because babe, please. Jason was never subtle with his crush. <3

Then Jason is just all sorts of omg, ffs. orz There's no answer yet though so Dick insists, 'so was he?' and Jason groans because no, Dick is still his first calm the fuck down.

And Dick hadn't known he was Jason's first so he stops dead in the middle of the fight and is all, 'really? (˶◕‿◕˶✿)'

Something something Dick wants to be Jason's last, too. His only. Just a casual proposal mid fight and the maiden in Jason comes alive because ffs how romantic is this?

[sentient-stove]

"Nightwing watch o-" and then he was gone for a moment, vision blurring as his body dropped to freezing temperatures. It wasn't uncomfortable per se, and Dick had experienced a world of many odd and uncomfortable sensations, none like the tv static currently muffling his mind and thoughts.

He was pretty sure Red Robyn was yelling though. And that his grip on his weapons was loosening, the electricity on his escrima turning off when his thumbs moved off the activators. His body was moving when it shouldn't and Dick really wanted to maybe panic but couldn't, which was less than ideal considering the circumstances.

And then as quick as it happened, he was warm again, someone was coming out of his body via his chest and hands to bring his weapons with them as they came into solidity, black and white coloring shining almost as bright as the venom green of their eyes.

"What the hell?!?"

The newest assailant tossed one of the escrima in the air, it spinning once before they caught it again, smile wider than any human should be able to grin. "You're pretty good, I'll admit that-"

Robyn threw a batarang as interruption, them ducking to avoid it as they stepped to the side with feet barely skimming the ground. Dick reached out to stop the vigilante from throwing the second, and the assailant nodded at him, fangs on full display.

"-but I'm better than both of you!" they crowed out and this time, when they activated the escrima, it was a mix of flickering electricity and crackling ice, their meta ability somehow incorporating itself into the tech.

[hood-ex]

Will I ever get over this moment? No. But life goes on. Not for me.

Batman vs. Robin #3

[fckbatmanhiskidsareminenow]

parts of myself that i project onto the batfamily

bruce- uh nothing he’s really unrelatable for me

babs- having a disability that is often forgotten or ignored

dick- my sibling guilt and masked anger issues and people pleasing tendencies

jason- cooking for others as a love language but acting as if it’s not

cass- being infantilised because of how i look

tim- my illnesses and being immunocompromised and adhd

steph- my fears of being forgotten and my anger at constantly being pushed aside because i’m a fem presenting person

duke- everyone thinking i’m a goody-two shoes rule follower when im so far from it

damian- my autism and how the people around me just act as if i’m a neurotypical person who’s just acting out

[fandom-whores-world]

Remarkable 2

Batfam x Neglected! Reader

This post is a continuation of the one found here titled prologue

Prologue, Part 3

You had met Harvey Dent at a charity gala your father hosted to support the Gotham Orphanage. He was a bit arrogant, but not to the level of being insufferable. While other people may not have enjoyed his presence you actually found yourself enthralled with his stories and listed with rapture when ever he talked about a new case he was prosecuting. By the end of the night you knew so much about the field of law you swore you could pass the BAR exam if you were to take it the next day.

When the time finally came to part ways you were honestly a bit disappointed. You had enjoyed the older man’s company quite a bit, so it was a shame when he let you know that his car was outside. Just as you were about to wish him well the unexpected happened.

“I’ve really enjoyed our conversation tonight, Ms. Wayne.”

He stuck his hand in his coat and pulled out his business card

“If you ever feel interested in entering the field of law give me a call”

You hesitantly reached out and took it. He gave you a lopsided smile as he watched you fiddle with the card. After thanking him for his generosity you watched him close the close the car door and go on his way.

You pocketed his card and went back inside the manor. The last few guests started trickling out, until finally it was time for Wayne Manor to wish everyone well and close its doors.

As you sat alone in your room you couldn’t help but hold his card out in front of you and think,

Field of law, huh? That doesn’t sound like such a bad idea.

You had never actually considered a career as a lawyer. Sure one or two people at school mag have said you’d be good at it, but you never gave it any serious thought until tonight. Imagine, you, the Wayne family wall flower, as an attorney at law. Would you finally get your family’s attention?

You shook your head at that.

You don’t do things for them anymore. Remember that. Everything you do, you do it for you.

Satisfied with you mental pep talk you went back to toying with the idea of becoming an attorney. You got off your bed where you were laying, and went over to the desk in your room where your computer was. You powered it up and got to work.

You spent almost the whole night researching the field of law. Different areas of study, how much law school costs, what the employment and placement rate was for different schools. Eventually you decided that the only way to decide whether it was the right path for you was to experience it first hand. With that thought in mind you turned off your computer, and got back into bed. Tomorrow was going to be a very busy day.

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Part 1 Protective Nightwing

Dick Grayson has been a hero longer than most have he's made a reputation for being kind understanding silly he's overlooked but he was the first Robin. He trained under Deathstroke, beaten Batman and for every two that forgets one remembers.

When it comes to his brothers he will always be dangerous ready with his escrima cracking. One such instance was Black Mask.

Jason knew he might have overshot this one, a gun fight with over fifty of Sionis men. He's sweating he can't dodge he might be slightly scared he can feel that this is bad. Before he can think He's already on the Bat channel. An interesting convo he had with Little Red fresh in his mind.

He speaks shoving all of his fear sounding as pathetic as he can praying this works.

Dickie I'm scared there's too many help.

He hears his brothers intake of breathe as he growled sending all of the hair on Jason's neck up.

I'll be right there Little Wing just wait.

His brother descends before Jason can blink. All of them are down blood pouring out bones broken and there is Black Mask sobbing for mercy.

Nightwing is giggling as he shocks Mask he can smell the burning flesh and as much fun as it was to watch he can feel blood pouring from his shoulder and he really wants to pass out.

And well he never denied being Dramatic

Big Bird my shoulder he says as he falls into his brothers arms.

He got fussed over and coddled for 2 weeks but more importantly Black Mask pissed himself the next time Hood ran into him.

No wonder the baby birds always shout for big brother He wonders if it works on Deathstroke?