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angelskvll · 9 months

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#VENOM!

pairing: dick grayson x chubby afab!reader

word count: 800+

summary: dick comes home from a very long night, after encountering poison ivy, he can’t seem to think straight when all he can smell is you…

warnings: HEAVY SMUT!! sex pollen, dick has a big.. erm well.. dick, BREEDINGGGG, slight degradation, pet names (princess, sweetheart, baby, etc.), dom!dick, sub!reader, dick calls reader a fleshlight (lovingly ;p), dick's lwk a lil' mean in this but it's ok he loves you ;3

authors note: lawddd hold me back this man is bouta make me combust like all over his face SOMEONE HELP ME

“Fuckin’ hell-” Dick groaned lowly as he gripped your hips tighter, pulling your plush body back into his harsh thrusts.

Nights like this would normally have this outcome. Dick would come home, late at night after a patrol, looking and being frustrated as anyone would be, leaving you to be his relief.

But tonight.. Wasn’t one of those nights. This wasn’t calm, or half assed thrusts into your sopping cunt as you both lay half awake in bed, no. Dick wasn’t frustrated.. He was hungry.

“Dee! S-slow down baby-!” you squealed as your manicured hand reached back, your nails lightly brushing over his toned abdomen.

He’d been so overcome with lust that he hadn’t even fully discarded his suit, only zipping it down the middle and off his shoulders to leave it pooling at his waist, with his mask still tied around his eyes. The white, chalky glow around his eyes hiding his irises from your view.

He roughly grabbed your hand into his and intertwined them, a sweet gesture compared to his brutal pace he was keeping up with at the moment.

“Mine, mine, mine..” you heard him mumble as he leaned down, cooing into your ear as he pounded you from behind, the smacking of your ass against his upper thighs echoing throughout the room.

He moaned softly at the squelch of your cunt swallowing him, a creamy white ring surrounding the base of his cock every moment he pulled out.

“D-Dick, p-please baby-”

“Gotta breed you baby.. Show all these fuckers that you’re mine and get you pregnant. You’d like that huh? All full with my baby, my cum deep inside this needy lil’ pussy, hm? You want that princess?” You felt him smirk against your skin as he never faltered, his cock reaching so deep inside you–fuck this man would be the end of you.

He may have seemed like a sweet guy, and he definitely was.. Him in bed on the other hand, he was dirty, disgusting, nasty with the way he talked.

“You’re my lil’ fleshlight aren’t you? Just a wet little hole to stick my dick into, huh? S’all you’re good for?”

Tears pooled at the bottom of your eyes, your pussy throbbed at his words, no matter how offended you really were from them.

“S-S’mean Dee..” you cooed before he lifted you up to rest your back on his chest, groping your tits in one hand as the other trailed down your plump stomach and towards your pussy.

“Mean? I would never, baby. How could you accuse me of such a thing? All I do is treat you so fuckin’ well, don’t I?” Dick mumbled as his fingers started to toy with your clit, his middle finger rubbing the sensitive nub in circles as he continued his brutal pace on your weeping cunt. “F-fuck..” he whined as he pulled away for a moment to look down at where the two of you were connected, his cum from earlier rounds already starting to pool onto the bedsheets and trailing down your thighs. “S’good to me, ya know that? Such a good girl..” Fuck it was starting to become too much for him, but it felt so fucking good..

“G-Gonna come, Dee–fuck!” you whimpered as you fell back into the sheets with your face squished against the pillows, gripping the blanket into your hands tightly.

“F-fuckin’ come baby, come all over this cock..” He coos through clenched teeth, his nails lightly digging into your plush skin as his thrusts sped up.

Whiney breaths leave your throat as your climax starts building, before the coil in your tummy finally snaps, your juices gushing around him as he let out a whine and threw his head back.

“C-Come inside me, Dick–please!” you squeal with your face squished into the pillow to muffle your needy whines as his cock twitched inside you.

“I know baby, I know–fuckk!” he groaned as you felt him release inside you, thick ropes of his cum painting your walls a creamy white, giving a few shallow thrusts before stilling inside you, pants and heavy breathing leaving both of your lips as you sat in silence.

Despite your best efforts and hours of him being inside you, he was still.. Unnecessarily hard..

You whine as you try to crawl away from his needy hands before he grabs you by the waist and pulls you back to flip you onto your back, a few pieces of his hair stuck to his forehead as he looks down at you with a grin painting his plush lips. Gosh it’s like he was trying to kill you.

“P-please my love, let’s rest.. M’sensitive..” you whimpered as he chuckled lightly before grabbing the back of your thighs and pushing your legs towards your chest.

“Said ya’ wanted to help me..” he cooed as he leant down with his lips ghosting over yours.

“So, help me..”

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astraeaalstroemeria · 6 months

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it's a new soundtrack, i could dance to this beat

SONG INSPO: Welcome To New York (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

SYNOPSIS: You and Dick Grayson had been close friends for years, but your connection snapped when your family moved to London. Everything changed for you, but you managed. It only took an invitation from your old friends and you were off to a plane back home.

GENRE: Fluff, Comfort, Angst

PAIRING(S): Titans!Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

WARNING(S): Violence, Blood, Weapons, Slight Gore, Explicit Language, Blood, Weapons, Implied Smut, Trauma, Death, Near Death Experience, Coma

WORD COUNT: 4.3k

Rules & Navigation | Dick Grayson Masterlist

1989 (Taylor's Version) Special | request by anon

Your headphones blasted music as you were closing up your family’s restaurant and mopped the floors. You were twirling around with the mop in your hands when the door of the shop opened and the bell rang.

You averted your eyes from the ground and glanced at the five men in tuxedos and they had some kind of wired device around their ears. You took off your headphones and stared at the men.

“Uh, if you’re going to order, we’re closed. In case you missed the sign outside.” You mumbled cautiously. Oh why? Because you never had any trust in tuxedo poker-faced looking men. That’s always a bad sign from where you originally were years ago.

“We’re here for something else, Calyptra” a man said snarky and you immediately knew what was going on. You raised your eyebrow in curiosity and took a small step back.

“Hmm, I figured.” and with that, you swung the mop to a man’s stomach and the fight began. The men didn’t hesitate bringing their guns out from their blazer pockets and you ran around for cover. You backflipped to a table and flipped the table over to serve as a barrier while you took off your necklace that was holding your true power back.

One of the men shot the table from the other side and it almost hit your head within an inch of distance from your side. You finally stood up and came out of your hiding spot with your hands raised and you levitated the bullets that came towards you.

With the bullets floating in the air, the man immediately saw through your plan and started heading for their own cover but you sent the bullets flying through the bodies of two of the men and they laid on the ground, dead.

The three remaining men charged towards you with a war cry and you started fighting them off. A man started to charge towards you with a knife in their hand and intend to stab through your head and another man charged towards you with a table cloth in their hands intended to choke you or possibly tie you up.

You noticed that the third man was nowhere to be found and you had taken a mental note of that. Meanwhile, you moved swiftly and swerved your shoulder to your side and you made him fly across the room with your power and sent him flying to the man with the tablecloth and both men crashed to the floor.

Both of the men grunted as you held them back with your power and made them stick to the ground. While focused, the third man had an opportunity to ambush you and took it. The third man fired the gun towards the direction of your stomach while you had your back turned from where he was hiding earlier, but you were prepared.

You saw through the plan of his and you used your other hand to levitate the three bullets and you turned your head towards the man. You sent the bullets flying his way and he swiftly dodged them.

While the third man was focused dodging the bullets, you had the time to use your power and take the tablecloth from the second man and use it to tie him and the first man and flung them across the room.

Blood oozed from their faces as they hit the ground and possibly have broken their noses from the brutal fall. You charged towards the third man and he tried to punch you but you caught his arm and twisted it behind his back, but he kicked you and you fell on the floor.

“Oh fuck no!” You screamed as you tried to get up but the third man put his foot on your neck and you clawed at his leg as you choked. You were about to blackout but you managed to summon the consciousness you still have left and you raised your hand and summoned your power to twist his neck so much that it fell off from his body.

The third man’s blood splattered to your face and body as the headless body fell off slowly and onto the floor pooling with red blood. You got up with a sore body and hurting neck.

The two men that were still tied up were wiggling in the tablecloth that you tied them too but you averted your eyes to the gun that was right at their feet.

You walked slowly and the men had fear in their eyes. You picked up the gun and cocked it. It clicked. You aimed for their foreheads…

And shoot.

The first man was down and his head hung downwards as the bullet penetrated his head. The blood once again splattered onto your face and the second man also had blood on him.

You decided to kneel at the level of the second man and had a poker face displayed in your face. You sighed a shaky breath and the man waited in anticipation.

“Tell me, and be honest. Who the fuck sent you to come after me?” you asked in a menacing tone and aimed the gun to his head. The man whimpered and you threatened to pull the trigger. He finally caved in and he blurted the answer. “IT WAS DEATHSTROKE!” he blurted out and you shot him after.

Splat.

You closed your eyes as blood once again was on your face. Looking around, you used your magic to clean up the bloody and gore-worthy mess before your parents or anyone around came by the restaurant and saw what you did.

After five minutes, you had successfully cleaned up the mess and disposed of the bodies—God knows where—and you also cleaned yourself up.

And you went back to mopping the floors and finished up cleaning. But in addition, you had new guns and knives added to your collection once again. You closed the lights and out of the restaurant you were.

Walking back to your apartment, it was cold and you had forgotten to bring your scarf because you had underestimated the weather and that was your biggest mistake.

Once you arrive at your apartment, you hang your coat on the coat rack, take off your shoes and put the keys in the bowl on the coffee table in your living room. You sigh as you walk into the kitchen and open the fridge to get some water.

You took the pitcher with water and grabbed a glass and poured yourself a full glass of water. After gulping down the water, you grabbed your phone in your bag and you dialed a number you knew all so well and tapped your shoes with anticipation.

Once the person on the other end picks up, you straightened your posture. “Hello? Who’s this?” an unfamiliar young voice greeted you.

“Uh, excuse me? May I speak to Richard Grayson, please?” you said and the girl on the other end could be heard on the phone saying “Hey, Dick! Someone on the phone is looking for you!”

And you could no longer hear someone saying until that familiar voice greeted you. “Ah, long time no see, Calyptra. What took you so long?” after hearing Dick’s—probably smug—voice, you started shouting.

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” you screamed and you could hear that same girl in the background saying “Uh, what did you do? This time?” you assumed the reason the girl had heard you shout at Dick was you were on speaker phone.

“How the fuck did Deathstroke’s men found me? I’m miles away from goddamn Gotham! I swear to god-” you began rambling on and nothing could calm you down in the moment. “I swear I can explain if you let me-” you cut him off.

“NO! You listen to me. No contact from you for years and this is how I get in touch with you! Go fuck yourself!” you swore and you could hear a pained hiss on the other end and some chuckling.

“Hey hey, take it easy on him, sweetie. He just wants to talk some peace.” you hear Dawn on the other end. “Dawn? What- what are you doing with that dickhead?” you calmed down. You sat on the couch.

“Well, I have some news for you. And I don’t think that you’ll.. Erm..” Dawn trailed off and another person butt in. “The Titans are back in business again.” Donna said while chuckling. Your mouth hung open and you cleared your throat.

Oh now it made sense. Fucking bastards.

“Is that so? Does that include recruiting old pals that were cut off from contact years ago, Troy?” you said while gritting your teeth. “Ouch, going to the last name basis now, are we?” Donna said feigning hurt.

“I think that’s just about right. Never thought I’d hear from you again. And once I do, I find out that what broke us apart is back again.” you sighed and you fiddled with your nails.

“Yeah, I never thought that would happen. Especially that what happened had a huge impact on you..” after Donna said that, your ears began ringing and a memory displayed on your mind.

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[flashback starts]

You were fighting alongside the Titans and you were called ‘Calyptra’ who was famous for saving people and all that hero agenda. You were on a mission to fight Deathstroke but the fight was too easy. Deathstroke was gone, but you had a gut feeling something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

You were right seconds later. Your senses kicked in too late and you felt the world in slow motion as you whipped your head where you sensed Deathstroke was, but he had already fired the sniper towards Aqualad.

Shoot.

Splat.

Drop.

You were still stunned when you heard Donna scream, thinking it was because of Aqualad but you were wrong. Again. But that’s when you felt it. The stinging pain on your stomach.

You looked down and realized it was blood. Someone had stabbed their sword through your stomach and you turned around and saw it was none other than Deathstroke himself.

Your eyes widened and your mouth began to pour out blood. As you dropped to your knees and your body grew weak. Why had you let down your guard? Why? You had no idea.

Drop.

Blood.

Screams.

Everything was muffled. Even Dawn’s screaming and Dick’s panicked figure running towards you.

Oh how much he cared....

For you.

You laid on the ground and Deathstroke was no longer found in the area. You looked over at Aqualad’s dead body 3 feet away from you and a grieving Donna kneeling over and had his body being hugged by her. You hadn’t noticed that Dick was already by your side and he was doing the same thing.

He was sobbing.

Wait, was that right?

Why was Dick Grayson sobbing?

All because of you. He had held his feelings way too long enough to the point he might actually not get to say it to you. He was afraid at that moment as your eyes started to flutter shut and he was…

screaming?

Yes.

Screaming for Hank to get help.

Was he about to lose you? He hoped not. You had already begun to lose grip of your consciousness and you fully blacked out. Your ears started ringing again.

Louder.

And louder.

And…

[flashback ended]

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“Hello? Hello? Calyptra, are you there?” Donna on the other end asked as you zoned out for a minute and had the most traumatic flashback. “Ah, yes. I’m here. Were you saying something?” you chuckled nervously.

“Yes, I was saying something. I was saying if you’d accept the deal to go back.” Donna asked and you stood up from the couch and began pacing around the room. “Back? Back to what? Or where?” you questioned. Though you fear what might be the answer.

“Back here? In Gotham… And back to the Titans?” Donna said, as she waited with a shaky breath. You shook your head. “No. No I can’t. Donna please-” you said with a panicked voice as tears pricked your eyes. You couldn’t start with the trauma once again.

“Please, Calyptra, we need you-” you hung up. Sobs erupted from your mouth and you threw your phone on the coffee table. You couldn’t go back, you just… couldn’t. You sobbed and tears ran down on your cheeks.

Your eyes averted to the picture frame that sat on the fireplace and you slowly walked towards it. You gently took the picture frame and saw that it was of you, Donna and Dick.

It was during the prom that Dick took you in as his partner. You were in the middle and smiling like there was no care in the world and Donna was smiling beside you while Dick only showed a bit of his smile.

You sniffled at the memory and hugged it closer to your chest. You stared above and wished for the stars to help you. Or anyone for that matter. You took a ragged breath and wiped your eyes. You could taste your salty tears.

You managed to pick yourself up and took the courage to grab your bag and went to your room. You were hesitant to decide whether you would accept the offer or would you rather stay in London and have your peaceful life again.

But you knew that getting involved with the Titans and with your old friends again, you knew that guilt would start eating up your insides once again. It was the same old cycle. It would never end.

You arrived in your room and tossed your bag somewhere and you face-planted to your pillow and you sighed. You turned and you were lying down on your back. You stared at your ceiling and you finally decided.

With the sudden burst of determination, you stood up from your bed and began packing your belongings. You grabbed two suitcases and began folding and shoving clothes into it. Your parents were out of town but you were no longer there once they got back.

You decided that you would either leave a note on the counter or call them once you were in Gotham. You decided to go with the latter. You finished packing with the help of your magic and you dressed yourself in clothes that would disguise you.

It was Saturday evening. It was the day after you were attacked and got a call from Donna asking you to join the Titans again and go back to Gotham. Your parents asked where you were going yesterday evening and had a talk with them.

To say that they were afraid and there were a lot of crying and sentimentals was an understatement. You cried your hearts out and they wished you luck because they knew what trauma you went through and they hoped you were gonna be okay.

You were currently standing in the living room of the Titans tower and you set down your suitcase and looked around quietly hoping to surprise them in the morning. You stared at the window view of the tower and the beautiful city lights below you.

It was midnight and no one was awake at this hour. That was what you thought. What you didn’t know was that a certain bird was assigned on a patrol and had just got back. So imagine his surprise when he stepped out of the elevator and saw a stranger standing near the window.

In instinct, he flinched and shouted. “Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing here?! Intruder! Intruder!” the boy in the Robin suit began shouting and you immediately began to shush him.

You stepped forward and tried to go near him but he threw his weapon at you. You dodged him and tendrils of your power appeared on your palm and used telekinesis to grab his foot and throw him across the room, leaving him gasping for breath as he hit a vase and it shattered on impact.

You grabbed a knife that was safely tucked on your boot and you nicked his arm.

He groaned in pain, and he was about to shout once again but you managed to shush him in time and you twisted his arm behind his back and placed the knife on his neck while your hand with your power was placed tightly on his mouth.

You heard some doors were beginning to open and the lights were turning on to see the commotion was about.

Shit.

Screw this.

You looked around and you made you and the boy invisible and you made way to the living room, going completely unnoticed. You saw Donna was the first one to come into view and had a confused look as she stepped carefully towards the shattered vase and inspected it.

Others came into view as well. Like Dawn, Hank and Dick. There were some unfamiliar people too and they were also confused as hell.

“What the hell is that commotion about?” a young girl asked. It was probably the same girl you had spoken to on the phone.

“Yeah, we heard Jason shouting. Who was he talking to?” a young boy with green hair asked. Dawn looked worriedly at Dick and her eyes averted to the suitcases in the living room that weren't there before.

“Uh, Dick? That wasn’t there before… was it?” Dawn asked and Dick also found himself staring at the suitcases. He shook his head.

Donna also averted her eyes from the vase and turned her focus to the suitcases. “Do you think…?” Donna questioned and she began to stare around the room for any being. An invisible being.

You were enjoying her trying to spot you but your invisibility has improved compared to the years prior. You threw ‘Jason’ on the ground and he grunted again. Donna stepped back and squinted her eyes to where she thought Jason was.

You released the invisibility from him and he quickly got up on his feet and had his fists out. He turned to Donna and the others. “There’s- there’s a crazy intruder! Some witchy bullshit!” he said panicking and Donna’s mouth was agape as you also released the invisibility on yourself.

Dawn chuckled happily and her hands flew to her mouth while Donna’s eyes widened and also chuckled and ran towards you for a hug. You groaned on the force and she swayed you a little while you hugged her back.

“Oh hell yeah! There’s the bitch witch!” Hank exclaimed happily and he also ran for a hug. Dawn was close behind. Donna released you from the hug and she had teary eyes while Dawn hugged you too. “Oh my god, Calyptra! You’re here, I can’t believe it.” Dawn mumbled on your shoulder.

You chuckled and you hugged her tight. “Yeah, I can’t believe it either. And also, fuck you, Hank.” you teased while Dawn pulled away from you and Hank side-hugged you. “Ah, I missed that fiery comeback of yours. Welcome back, witch.” Hank chuckled and patted your back.

You and Hank always got along well. Especially when he had a long-time crush on Dawn and you were crushing on Dick but what are the odds? He and Dawn were dating. Such a shame, truly.

“It’s good to be back. At least I hope it’s good.” you winked at Hank and he grumbled teasingly. Your eyes averted from Hank to the young teens in the room and a curly haired black woman. God she was beautiful. You thought.

“Uh, what is happening right now?” the raven-haired girl asked and she turned to the green-haired boy. “Yeah! That crazy woman tried to kill me and here you all are hugging her and having goody goody with her!” Jason said as he was pissed off.

“Excuse you, brat. But this crazy woman has been my friend since I joined the Titans. And now she’s back..” Hank trailed off and he looked at Dick who was still staring at you. “We have a chance against Deathstroke. Or anyone for that matter.” he mumbled.

You finally averted your eyes to Dick and your smile dropped and you took a long sigh.

“Grayson.” you said sternly.

Dick’s face was visibly hurt by your last name basis and he crossed his arms.

“Calyptra.” he responded.

But it wasn’t stern. It only had a normal tone, which was surprising for a yearning man all these years you moved away. The green-haired boy sensed something and he chuckled nervously trying to break the tension.

“Oho-kay! Since uhm, this was a very happy happy reunion, might as well introduce myself. My name is Gar. Gar Logan.” Gar said and he stepped forward with a smile and he offered his hand for you to shake. You smiled at him as well and shook his hand.

The raven-haired girl soon followed and she gave you a tight-lipped smile. “My name’s Rachel. Rachel Roth. I was the girl you were on the phone with yesterday?” Rachel said and she also offered her hand for you to shake and you happily accepted it.

Jason was still sulking in the corner and he was glaring at you. Rachel looked at Jason and she did the introduction for him. “Oh and you've met Jason. Jason Todd.” she said and Jason just gave you a glare.

You averted your eyes to the black woman and she stepped forwards and gave you a handshake. “Kory. Kory Anders. Pleasure to meet you. Finally.” Kory said and she shook your hand firmly.

“Alright, now that all of the introduction is done, should we go back to sleep? I mean, it is the middle of the night.” Dawn said, trying to ease the tension. “Oh and your room is still the same as is. It was never touched so I guess it’s still a bit… dusty.” Dawn smiled sheepishly.

“That’s alright, Dawn. I’ll go clean it myself. You’ve done enough, thank you.” you smiled and she gave you a nod. Gar yawned and Rachel followed. “Well, we should get going. It was nice meeting you, Calyptra.” Rachel said and waved goodbye as she started to walk away and back to her room.

Soon enough, everyone else did the same. But Dick was the last one to leave and you just dismissed him and turned to your suitcases and also went to your room. Dick tried to call out to you, but you just walked faster.

A minute later, you arrived at your room. It was still the same and the posters you had put up were still put up. Everything was dusty, and that included the bookshelf full with books. And the record player you had near your table was still there. You also had a box full of records in the corner.

You sigh as you put your suitcase in a corner and you whip your hand to immediately clean the room as tidy as possible. It was all cleaned within a minute but then you heard soft knocks on your door while you had your back turned to it. “Don’t come in.” you said as you already knew who it was.

But nevertheless, the person came in. It was Dick. Of course it was. “Hey.” he said as he entered your room. You turned around to face him and you responded with a dry tone. “Hi.” you said and you crossed your arms. He stepped closer while you didn’t move at your spot.

“Look, I’m sorry. I-” you cut him off. “Sorry my ass, Dick fucking Grayson. You cut me off when I was at my lowest. When I was in a coma. You abandoned me when I needed you and never once did I get a visit in the hospital until I was eventually moved to London.” you raised your voice.

Dick put his hands in front of him and he nodded. He sat down on your bed and it dipped with his weight. “Yes, I know what I did was wrong and low. But I had a reason.” he said and you raised your eyebrow.

“I thought that if I stayed away from you, you’d be away from danger and I…” he trailed off and he sighed.

Your eyes softened and you moved from where you were standing and also sat down beside him and the bed dipped more. You sighed and you shook your head.

“I loved you..” he mumbled and you lifted your heads towards him in shock. “I love you and I couldn’t lose you. The guilt was eating me up and I couldn’t bare it. So I stayed away hoping to move on.” he continued.

You had nothing to say to that. Years of wishing he would say that had finally come true. You shook your head and you turned to Dick.

“I… you loved me?” you said, hoping to have heard right. He nodded and gave you that subtle smile you loved so much. “I have. For years. But I never realized it until it was too late and you’ve moved.”

You didn’t let him finish and kissed him on impulse. Dick tensed up at the moment and he wasn’t expecting that. But after he got over his shock, he kissed you back and he put his arms around you, hugging you. He laid you on the bed and he was on top of you.

The kissing got more intense as you both devoured each other's lips with hunger. When you pulled away, you were both panting and Dick began to unbutton your shirt and you did the same to him.

After unbuttoning all the buttons you leaned forward for Dick to take it off and you saw his nasty scar by his chest, but you didn't mind. You two continued kissing and he pulled away and you looked at him with a confused look before he started kissing your neck and you gave him more access by tilting it and he hit a sweet spot and you moaned with pleasure.

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In the morning, you and Dick were naked and lying down with the blanket as cover. You had a steamy night with him and thank god for the barrier you put to silence your session with him. What a way to be back, right?

He certainly has a way to leave you...

breathless.

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millyhelp · 4 months

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weighing whether or not I should do a blog just about Dick Grayson...

Lately I've been thinking a lot about Dick Grayson by Brenton Thwaites. I mean. Brenton is a fucking Dilf! (his thighs, arms and that ass! how I wish I could squeeze that ass!) and seeing that man that size was making me think things.

Just imagine. Dick having to fuck you quietly so as not to wake his son... Fuck!

Okay... Should I do blog for Dick?

#jason todd #jason todd smut #millyhelp thoughts~#red hood smut #jason todd oneshot #jason todd headcanon #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson masterlist #dick grayson headcanon #dick grayson smut #dick grayson #dick grayson x female!reader #brenton thwaites

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watsittoyah · 10 months

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Prayers From A Sinner- Dick Grayson x Blk Fem Reader

Warnings-Sexual content, and adult content. Toxic behavior, enemies to lovers? Oral sex, slight rough sex, drug use, violent behavior.

I do want to let everyone know that this story will have dark themes. It’ll be erratic at times and the main characters morals will be tested. There will be foul language and lots of descriptions of acts of violence and other uncomfortable subjects. If those themes aren’t for you, I won’t feel any way about it and you don’t have to continue. But for those who decides to stay and read, thank you, I’ll do my best making this story…interesting and entertaining.

Chapter 1 - Thou Shall Not Kill…

“Dear God, I know we haven’t spoken in ten years, but…I know you listen. Even to sinners like me. I know I won’t make it to those pearly gates but you please please save her. My mothers faith has never wavered, she always speak so highly of you. Just…don’t take away the one person who loves me.” You pray as you knees at the alter.

The sentiments were soon gone when you felt a shadow beside you. You open your eyes and turn to face him. “You shouldn’t be here.” The reverend says glaring at you. You kiss your fingertips and proceed to tell the good lord amen and then you look back at the Reverend.

“What? Can’t sinners come to church and pray too?” You ask in an innocent tone. “You know God won’t be listening to your prayers, you little demon.” He hisses at you which only gets a rise out of you. You rise from off of your knees and lean in.

“Tell me, reverend…do you still get those urges?” His glaring shakes a bit as he knows what you’re asking. “You need to leave, now Miss Price.” He tells you ignoring your question. “Oh but Rev, I was just asking do you still get those urges? Especially when you do communion? Do you get a stiff one when you have the men open their mouths when they eat that cracker?”

“I said get out!” He snaps causing you to laugh in his face. You wipe the tear from your eye and pat his arm. “Don’t worry, Reverend Jones. I was only teasing. But if you ever want to settle those urges you know where to come. I got the best boys that’ll satisfy you better than the misses. Just remember I won’t tell if you don’t.” You wink at him and motion for your three body guards to follow you outside of the church.

“Church people are so judgement.” You tell Nathan, your best guy. “That’s why I’m atheist.” You laugh and he helps you down the stairs while Marc gets the truck ready and Jake holds your umbrella.

You stop mid step and sigh. “Hold on, boys. I’ve got company.” You turn and right in the shadows you see him. “I’ll be back.” You pluck the umbrella from Marc and continue down the steps.

“But Miss Price-” You turn to Nathan and give him a look that makes him back down. “I’ll be fine, now don’t hover you know I hate when you do that.” You walk away from him and you walk down the alleyway, and stand in the slight moon light.

“You know you’re not your daddy, Richie Rich. Come out so I can see you.” You say with a slight smirk on your lips. Dick Grayson had stepped out of the shadows but he wasn’t wearing his stupid getup.

No he was dressed differently. Hell he stood differently, and he was more filled out than the last time you saw him. But things change in six years. “What are you doing here, Victoria? I thought it was clear that you were never to come back here in Gotham.”

You cock your head to the side at him. Clearly his attitude hasn’t changed.

“That’s rude, normally when you greet an old friend you ask them how they’ve been and what they’ve been up to.”

“We’d have to be friends for me to ask that.” He steps up close to you and you smile. “Awe, Richie Rich that hurt my feelings. Now kiss my lips and make the pain go away.” You say as you lean in.

But he moves back from you and leans against the wall. “Why are you here?” He asks again. “I have business to take care of here, since you’re so concerned. Now where is Batman? Is he still around?” You ask looking past him.

Dick looks at you and you see the sadness in his masked face. “I heard about your mother. I’m sorry-” You raise your hand and stop him. “Don’t be sorry, people die all the time. It just happens to be my moms name on the reapers list.” You say in a cold tone.

“You know that I can talk to some people. See if she can get better treatment.” You laugh in his face. “What you don’t think I haven’t done that? You don’t think I haven’t tried to buy more time for her? I have thrown enough money at these so called doctors, and all they’ve told me was she has no time! She is dying! And I can’t do a fucking thing for her! You and I both know she doesn’t deserve this, she’s one of the good ones in this dump of a city. And I have to watch her leave me!”

Dick walks over to you and he hugs you as you feel your shoulders shake. “I’m here for you, you know that right, Victoria?” Dick makes you look at him and you give a nod. “I know. I just-I hate crying. God damnit.” You wipe the tears and Dick kisses your head.

“You…you can’t stay here in Gotham. You have too many warrants and you’re a target.” You shake off his embrace and glare at him. “You think I give a fuck about that right now? You insensitive bastard!” You go to slap him but he catches your wrist and he sighs.

“Don’t take your anger out on me. I know you’re hurt. I know you want to lash out just to make yourself feel better. But I just want you to be safe. You know I care about you.” He tells you as you oddly become calm.

“If you want me to feel better then, make me feel better. This suit looks good on you. Makes your shoulders look more broad. And you smell good. I bet you still taste good.” You start to press up against him and you cup the front of him making him flustered a bit. “Victoria, I can’t. We can’t.”

“Are you scared of me, Dick? I promise I’ll be a good girl for you. I won’t leave bruises like last time. I’ll even let you leave some down my throat.” You press him against the wall and as you go to kiss him he stops you and he holds you still.

“No, I said no and I mean that.” Your eyes get low and you step off. “Fine, I won’t press my luck. I apologize.” You say in a monotoned voice. “I just want you to know that I’m here for you if you want to talk. Maybe we can-” You turn on your heel ignoring him and you feel him follow you. As he reaches out to you, you snatch your arm back and point to the siren noises.

“Superman ain’t here so get to it Robin.” You spit at him as you walk towards your truck. You don’t even look back as you step inside. You just toss the umbrella and glare out the window.

“Marc, take me to Spades. Miss Molly is getting a bit dull and I want to show her off.” You tell him as Nathan and Jake both sit quietly. “Sure thing boss.”

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“Watch the doors fellas.” You tell Marc and Nathan as you step into the strip club. You see ass and bare breasts all around. You see a great amount of men, all salivating at the women dancing for them and you yawn. You take off your fur and Jake takes it for you while you walk towards the vip section. You feel eyes on you and but no one catches your attention like he does.

There was something about Dick Grayson that made you get into this mood. You never let your emotions go like this, you were a pro at bottling them up, but old Richie Rich just knew how to break that bottle and make you pour.

You knew he could bring out the best side of you, he could help you with your attitude and you’d be an upright citizen. But why would you want that? You’ve left far too many dead bodies in your wake. And you didn’t want to scrape for pennies ever again.

You’ve made a name for yourself and you liked the fear it invoked in others.

So that is why you needed a distraction, you didn’t want to think about him anymore. So you eyed the male dancers. One had a very large bulge as he moved his hips to the slow yet low base beat song. You two made eye contact and you take a crisp one hundred dollar bill out.

“You’re cute, what’s your name?” He gets on his knees and he crawls over to you. “Nicholas, but you can call me yours, pretty lady.” He accepts the money from you and you smile, looking at his pretty tan skin and his pretty white teeth.

“I think I’ll keep you. You wanna come home with me, Nicky?” His deep brown eyes seems to look a bit panicked and you gently place your well manicured nail under his chin. “Don’t be scared. Trust me, I’m all bark.” You flirt as you stare into his eyes.

His pupils dilate which causes you to smirk. But suddenly you feel someone behind you. “Now this looks like a party.” You smell cheap scotch and you turn, seeing Jake grab the strangers shoulder but you shake your head and he backs off.

“Nicky, go get us a room and wait there for me.” You pass him another one hundred and he gladly takes it and nods. “I’ll be waiting pretty lady.” He leaves off the stage and walks away, you look at his ass and you sigh.

“Come on, baby can’t I watch?” The cheap scotch drinker asks. With a swift move you take out your rose gold beretta that was secured to your thigh under your dress. You placed it under his chin and as soon as he heard the click, he sobered up quite quickly.

“Wa-” You shake your head at him. “I thought you said you wanted to watch? Well I don’t think you’ll want to watch that pretty boy eat my pussy out. I bet you’ll want to watch some girl on girl action? Well let me introduce you to miss Molly. Ain’t she pretty? She packs a mighty blow and I’m sure you’d want to watch that right?”

“N…no. Please don’t kill me.” You raise a brow at him. “I’m really a nice lady, now if I recall I asked you a question. Answer it. Isn’t Molly pretty?” The man stutters out a yes and you smile.

You pat his cheek and rub the barrel against his lips. “I think, everyone should meet Miss Molly. Now stand there and be quiet while I introduce her.” You move the gun from his lips and you shoot three shots in the air, scaring the hell out of all the patrons in the club.

The music comes to a holt and you blow the smoke from your gun. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I want to introduce my little friend named Molly, and I wanted to reintroduce myself. I am Vic Price. You may have heard of me, and if not then let me remind you who I am. First things first, I am not someone to fuck with. Okay? I will shoot you and then go out for ice cream because I feel like it. Secondly, I know a lot of you in here are my enemies main men, let your bosses know I don’t give a fuck about the targets. I’m out for blood and I’m ready to spill it. And lastly, does anyone know this guy?” You point to the scotch drinker and just about everyone in the place shakes their heads.

“Good, this is a lot easier for me.” Without hesitation you shoot the man in his face and his blood as well as brain matter splatters against the stage. You step up closer to his fallen body and you shoot him in his mouth as well. A few girls scream and a few people scramble to the door but they stop as they see Nathan and Marc.

“Here you go boss.” Jake hands you a handkerchief and you wipe your gun clean and place it back on your person. “Jake you’re the best, and because you are the best please explain to the lovely folks in the room, why I shot that man in his face and his jaw.”

“Miss Price here shot that sack of shit in the face, because she doesn’t want him to be recognized by the Gotham police. And she also shot him in his jaw just so he can’t be identified by his dental records. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Price simply shot him because she was in the middle of a conversation with someone. I don’t know about you lot but I wouldn’t want to fuck with this lady.”

You clap as you laugh. “I love this guy! Now where is the owner of this fine establishment?” You scan the room and Jake points to the chubby man trying to run back stage. “Grab him.” You order.

He moves quickly and grabs the man. “Hey le…let me go!” Jake tosses him at your feet and the man looks up at you scared.

“I don’t want any problems. I respect your father and-” You bend down close to his ear and whisper something only he could hear.

“You know my old man? Please let him know his baby girl is back in town and she’s coming for what she’s owed. And if you don’t tell him, I will shoot your little pecker off and make you eat the rest. Do you understand?”

He nods quickly and you smile. “Good boy. You know what, I’m going to stay in Gotham for a while and I think I’m going to take this place off of your hands. You don’t mind right?”

“I can’t do that-” You stomp your stiletto down on his hand and he gives out a cry. “What was that?” You ask. “It’s yours! It’s yours Miss Price.” You remove your pointed heel and you look back at the crowd.

“Spades is under new management! Ladies and gentlemen all the tips tonight belongs to you. As for the rest of you that have came in to pay? Tip my people well, I’ll be making more change’s tomorrow! Jake, you make sure you keep these people from bothering me. I have a new pet to break in. Oh and one more thing, cut that cheap scotch drinking bastards hands off and drop them somewhere no one can find them.” He smiles wide and nods. “You got it boss.”

You walk down to the vip room and you lean against the door frame as you knock. Nicholas opens the door and he looks spooked. “Were those a gun shots?” He asks as he looks past you.

You place your hand on his toned chest and you move him back into the room. “Don’t worry about those loud noises, Nicky. I took care of that. Now come dance for me.” You say as you look into his brown eyes.

He gives a slight smile and he leads you to a chair. You sit down and he moves close to you and he places your hands on his abs, as well as his thighs.

“You wanna be my special friend, Nicky?” You ask as you move your hands from him and place them on the hem of your dress. “All depends…what are the benefits of being your special friend?” He asks as he eyes your body.

“You get access to me, you get spoiled. And I do love spoiling my friends. And most of all you get to have the best sex in your life. I’ll fuck you so good, you’ll see God and the devil at the same time. How’s that sound?” You ask as you raise your heel and he takes it, letting his soft hands rub down your calf. “That sounds amazing, but why me?” He asks as he unclasps your heel and he rubs your pretty black painted toes.

You let out a giggle. “Because I like that bulge you have in those skimpy little shorts, and because your eyes remind me of someone. They look…kind.” Nicholas smiles at that and he brings your foot to his lips.

“Can I?” He asks as he kisses the pads of your toes. “Go ahead, let me see you enjoy yourself Nicky.” He sucks your toes and he lets out a soft moan as he licks and suck’s your foot. You rest your head on your chin and you can visibly see he’s getting rock hard.

“That’s enough, Nicky.” You tell him. He gently places your foot down and you hike your dress up past your belly button. “I want to see what else you like sucking on.”

He kneels down and looks up at you. “I..I won’t get in trouble will I?” He asks as he looks down at your freshly waxed brown pussy. “Nah, the new manager here said she’ll let this slide. Come closer, I’m sure you’re hungry after dancing all night.” He leans in and as he grips your thighs he freezes and moves his hand back.

That movement makes you giggle. “Awe, what’s the matter? You don’t like guns?” You ask as you pat Molly. “I..um, I don’t have great experiences with them.”

You cup his chin and move in close as if you’re about to kiss him but you stop. “Well I won’t ever raise Molly to you as long as you don’t make me upset, if you do oh you won’t like that. Now Molly is staying right on my thigh. But you don’t need to be concerned about that. Just pay attention to what’s between my thighs. Now I have two things to tell you. After you give the correct answer we can have fun. Number one…I want you to know I have two main rules. One, you only get to fuck me. If you fuck someone else I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again. And two, I want you to treat me like I am your god. When I enter your presence, worship me. When I walk past you, hunger for me to come to you. Do you understand?” He nods but you grip his chin. “Answer me.”

“Y…yes pretty lady.” You let go and you place your hand on top of his head and move his face between your legs. “Now answer this for me as well. Do you have full understanding on how to eat pussy?” You hear him inhale the scent of your sex and he lets out a moan. “Yes, yes I do pretty lady.”

“Call me Vic, and I’m so happy to hear that. Now take that delicious looking clit of mine, move the hood back and lick it with just the tip of your tongue.” He does what he’s told and you lean your head back as you feel him lick circles around your clit.

“Such a good boy you are. You’re going to be my favorite. Now go ahead and suck.” You push his head deeper between your legs and you let out a soft moan as he sucks your clit hungrily.

Even though you know it’s Nicholas between your legs, your mind still wonders to Dick. In your mind he was the one licking you out and making you wet on the seat.

“It’s so good to be home…”

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amourisms · 2 years

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work of art.

summary : you’re just a stranger at donna’s art show, yet you’re the prettiest piece there. (loosely based off titans 1x08).

pairing : dick grayson x fem!reader.

warnings : unprotected sex (pullout method, stay safe y’all), thigh-riding, fingering, semi-public (locked public bathroom), choking, hair-pulling, mirror sex, degradation, praise, gagging, size kink, belly bulging, rough sex, both are a little tipsy.

wc : 1.8k

a/n : i haven’t read over it, so please lmk if there’s any errors or anything, enjoy <33

"stunning, isn't it?" the attractive stranger asked in which you turned to face him.

"absolutely, though no more than you." you commented before you could second-guess it, knowing you would never have said that had you not had one and a half cups of wine. it wasn't enough to get you drunk though enough to keep you tipsy. a slight smirk crept on his face, fitting with the rest of his features.

"i'm dick, dick grayson."

"nice meeting you, dick. my name's y/n."

"just y/n?" he asked, seeing as he gave you his last name. "just y/n." he gave a tight-lipped half smile in response to you in which you only responded "gotta work for it" with a small shrug.

he raised his brows silently agreeing to your challenge.

"alright then, y/n," he said exaggerating your name just slightly "which works your favourite?". looking around the room, your eye landed on the piece in the middle of the room, a bird's wing against a beautiful background all in sepia. "that one" you told him, pointing at the photograph. he chuckled slightly, making you wonder what he found amusing about it. "you got a thing for birds?" he asked.

"maybe just a little, they're such beautiful creatures, don't you think?" you asked, the admiration you had for the animal showing clearly in your tone. "i've got a complicated history with them" he answered, thinking about something slightly different.

you heard the tapping of glass, where donna was getting everyone's attention. everyone began to gather around where she was standing in which you and dick walked the short distance together.

a short while had passed, and a slight buzzing in your purse indicated a notification in which you had given the remaining half of your cup to dick whispering an excuse to him and walking off. you had stationed yourself outside the bathrooms and began rummaging through your purse for your phone, whilst unbeknownst to you dick had finished your remaining wine and set it down on the table of bacon-wrapped dates and began walking to where you were.

"a bit rude, don't you think?" he said teasingly which made you jump seeing as you weren't expecting any company. you abruptly turned around which you immediately regretted underestimating how close he was to you. you were noticeably shorter than him, leaving you to look up at him. this proximity had you nervous, only being able to analyse his features while he did yours.

"you gonna do something or just keep staring?" he asked with a clear tone of amusement in his voice. a bit shocked at his words, you looked away from his intimidating gaze before he had pulled you into a kiss, pressing his lips to yours. he kissed passionately and extremely skilfully.

he somehow managed to manoeuvre the both of you into the bathroom as you were now pressed against the other side of the bathroom door. he lifted you up onto his leg, his knee stimulating you slightly whilst another hand locked the door behind you. his left hand was now holding your waist, rocking you back and forth on his thigh whilst his right hand snaked up to your throat.

wanting more stimulation you began rocking on his thigh slightly more aggressively which made him break the kiss, "desperate, are you?" he asked with a massive grin. you very much were, although the slight alcohol had made you a lot more shameless. "shut up" you said breathlessly, pulling him back in with your hands on the back of his neck.

his right hand left your throat as did his left hand on your waist, as both went to the underside of your thigh as he picked you up and moved both of you onto the nearby counter. you were placed on the edge, though he was standing still slightly taller than you.

he had wedged himself between your legs, holding them apart with each hand. dick was now sucking marks onto your neck as his right hand inched ever so slowly towards your wanting core. his mouth moved further and further down your neck at an excruciatingly teasing pace until he found your sweet spot which made your breath hitch. his left hand's grip tightened, his right hand moved further up as he was still sucking on the same spot, you couldn't help but let out a moan. as much as he cared if anyone heard, that angelic sound of yours only egged him on more. his right hand finally reached your core, brushing over it he asked "you sure you want this?".

"yes, fuck, i need this, i need you." you said in a whisper, desperate for him.

he hurriedly slid your lace underwear down and placed it on the counter next you. as his left hand began to slide your dress up and bundle it around your abdomen, his right hand began circling your clit with his thumb. you bit your bottom lip sharply to avoid making any more noises, though it was practically useless when dick inserted a finger into you. after pumping his finger in and out of you in a 'come here' motion he added another, continuing the motion and watching your face contort in pleasure.

you were still biting on your lower lip whilst looking up at him with blown eyes and raised eyebrows as his fingers began hitting all the right spots. his left hand began lowering the straps of your dress and bunching the top half on your stomach, like he did the bottom half. you weren't wearing a bra and suddenly felt a little self-conscious and underdressed compared to him. noticing the blushed expression creeping on your face, he bought his lips close to your ear whispering "you're a work of fucking art, the prettiest piece here".

his left hand moved back down and began continuing his earlier action of rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb. the pleasure from both actions combined were enough to send you over the edge before you could even say anything. your eyes were closed tightly and your lips parted, leaving you to let out a string of moans consisting of his name and a few cusses.

he bought the two fingers out of you and bought them to his lips, sucking on them contentedly, "taste even better".

needing him more, as you were feeling especially empty now, you begged through staggered breaths "dick, please fuck me". his patience running low and frankly him getting just as needy, he complied and you began unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly whilst he took off his jacket and hoodie and placed it on the counter. he pushed his pants and boxers down just enough for his erection to spring up, which made your eyes go wide alongside his toned and attractive figure. you'd never been with someone as big as him. dick was quick to notice your worry in which he responded "it's alright, angel. you can take it".

after using his tip to tease your sensitive clit a little, he lined himself up and slowly pushed into you giving you time to adjust, though still making you gasp and whimper. his pace started off slow, seeing as you were still struggling with his size although he placed soft kisses on your collarbone followed by praises "doing so well, princess".

his pace picked up and you were entranced seeing him slide in and out of you, "so fucking tight," he started “must be stretching you out”. you were now a mess, unable to stop whimpering and moaning and so desperate which made him stuff your panties in your mouth, "don't want everyone to hear how much of a slut you are, yeah?". making you nod quickly with a muffled 'mhm' in response.

now, he was fucking you roughly, with each sound you made making him go faster, harder, deeper. "feels so good" you praised with each thrust of his. you could see him in your stomach which only egged on the both of you, making you wetter and him more determined. you wished you could stay like this forever. again, he was hitting all the right spots making you bring your arms around him and nestling your face in the crook of his neck. your muted sounds becoming loud in his ear.

you could feel yourself coming undone again, "'m gonna cum" you told him through whimpers and before you knew it your vision became blurred and the sensation flowed through every inch of your body. dick slowed his pace, though still fucking you through your orgasm.

"wanna make you feel good" you told him after somewhat recovering, in which he flipped you over the counter, making you stand and watch yourself. he began fucking you roughly, placing one hand on your hip helping you stand and the other he used to replace the panties in your mouth with two of his fingers. dick being so focused on chasing his own high and frankly, using you like a fucktoy only turned you on more, which of course dick noticed.

"like being used like a slut? like being used like my own personal fucktoy?" he asked with his lips on your ear. you sucked on his fingers in the hopes of not making any sounds although it was no help considering that only made him go faster and harder. he began sucking more marks on your neck and placing soft kisses on your shoulder which in contrast to his aggressive pace made your thoughts go blurry.

"fuck, y/n, 'feel so good," he started, "gonna cum" he told you, though you could barely hear him over the feeling from your own third impending orgasm.

you came together, him with a loud grunt, in which he pulled out and came all over your back and the bunched up dress and you noticeably harder than the previous two times, which you were unsure whether it was because you were so sensitive or if you just liked being used by him. both of you were a breathless mess and you could barely stand nor think straight, you could only hear the faint sound of applause from outside. dick got some paper towels to help clean up his mess on your dress and back and then got himself dressed.

you put your panties back on and pulled the bottom half of your dress down. dick had managed to get dressed quicker than you, which he then helped put the top half and straps of your dress on properly. he'd also given you his jacket to hide the stain on the back of your dress and the forming hickeys. you sat back down on the counter so you wouldn’t fall down from your shaky legs and dick joined you besides you.

it was a comfortable silence before you spoke, "y/l/n."

"what?" he questioned, confused with what you said.

"my last name." you told him non-chalantly as the both of you got up and exited the bathroom to join everyone still crowding around donna and her works of art.

#dick grayson #dick grayson smut #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x reader #nightwing #nightwing smut #nightwing x y/n #dick grayson x y/n #brenton thwaites #dc titans #titans hbo max #titans netflix #dc smut #dc robin #richard grayson #smut

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batmanrry · 2 years

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Little Bird

Dick Grayson x Fem!reader

A/N: I hate this piece a lot, but I haven’t had a lot of motivation lately.

Warnings: 18+, smut.

The cold air of Bludhaven made her shiver as it seeped into her room through the cracked window.

It was 3:00 AM and here she was waiting for her beloved to finally come through the that cracked window and into her arms as he finished his duties.

The average person would probably be sound asleep right now, but not Y/N. She is perched on the couch watching The Last Kingdom as she finishes up folding her laundry. While she’s in the kitchen finishing up putting away her dishes she yelps at the pair of arms that wrap around her waist, pulling her into a warm body. She relaxes quickly when she looks up to see him, mask on, smiling above her.

“Hi Dickie.” She turns to face him, a bright smile gracing her face. She wiped off some dry blood he had on his face and gently took his mask off to see that Adonis like face of his.

“Hi baby.” He gently said, his fingers tucking a strand of hair behind his ear and out of her face. He leaned down and kissed her lips gently as his hands fell to the curve of her waist squeezing softly.

He went to pull away but she only pulled him into her again. A sudden feeling in between her legs. “I want you.” She mumbled against his lips.

“You have me.” Was all it took for to say before in a blink of an eye, she was on her knees pulling down the pants of his suit while he took off the top part. Now he was just in the black briefs he loved so much.

She teasingly hooked her fingers into the waistband, licking the bulge through his underwear.

“Come on baby, don’t tease.” He pleaded to her, needing the feeling of her warm mouth on him. She gave him some leisure and pulled the black material down and off of his muscular thighs. She licked her lips at the sight of his pre-cum leaking dick hard and ready, calling for her.

She leaned forward and licked up the shaft. Dick’s hand instantly went to her hair. His head was thrown back at the feel of her tongue.

She went to his balls, giving both attention before going back and wrapping her lips around his tip, sinking down until it hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck sweetheart, right there.” He breathlessly said, fisting her hair in his big hands as she continued to work him. She bobbed her head, slick sounds and moans filling up the room.

“I’m close, baby, so close.” He said, his face contorting at the pleasure he was feeling. He bucked his hips forward, hitting her throat once again as he continued to face fuck her. Her gags like music to his ears.

“Oh fuck, Y/N!” He moaned as he came undone. His thrusts stopped abruptly, warm strings of cum spilling onto her tongue and some on the side of her mouth. She swallowed all of it, swiping the bit off the corners of her mouth and licking them off her fingers.

She stood up and kissed him greedily, the taste of his cum on her tongue. He roughly tugged on her shirt, which was really his, off her body and roughly yanked her shorts and panties down, leaving her bare before his eyes, his greedy eyes wandered over her naked frame. He was no better than any man, but she was his, and he was hers.

“Your turn little bird.”

#dick grayson #dick grayson smut #brenton thwaites #dick grayson x reader #smut #dc

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jawabear · 2 years

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Dick Grayson NSFW ALPHABET

Not my GIF

A/N: This has been sat in my notes for months and I finally got round to finishing it. The only Dick Grayson i know is from Titans on Netflix so bare that in mind. Also my thoughts may be different to yours but thats okay. i hope you enjoy. sorry for any mistakes. stay safe

Genre: smut

Warnings: fem!reader, smutty things

Summary: An A-Z of Dick Grayson's bedroom antics...

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Dick is such a sweetheart and just wants to take care of you. But he’s a little awkward when it comes to aftercare. Dick isn’t very good at looking after himself, let alone someone else. But the poor baby always tries his best and it’s cute really. He just ends up giving you loads of cuddles and oversharing how much he loves you to the point his words don’t actually make any sense.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Dick doesn’t really pay much attention to himself in that way. Despite what others may think, he’s not vain. He doesn’t like looking at his body because it’s covered in scars and reminders of his pain. Oddly enough, his scars are your favourite part of him.

He loves your hands. He loves how talented they are and he loves how soft and warm they are too. He loves to feel the. Over the expanse of his chest or his back while he fucks you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Dick tends to come quite a lot. As in when he comes, there’s a lot of mess to clean up. That being said, it’s a mess he likes to see. He likes to come over your stomach and your boobs. He doesn’t really know why, but to see you fucked out and covered in his come gives him more sexual relief that his climax does.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves and hates the fact you are a Titan as well. He loves that you want to save the world the same as him but he hates seeing you in the field on your hero suit. He can’t count the times he’s wanted to fuck you there and then.

His secret is, he’s fucked himself on your suit. He laid it all nice out on the bed and just went to town. Wrapping the cape around him so he could breath in your smell. He felt gross afterwards but it was one of the best orgasms he ever had.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

It’s Dick Grayson. we all know how experienced he is.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He likes to be in control so any position that allows him to do that. He likes taking you from behind with your back against his chest.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Dick is not much of a joker. So he’s very serious during sex. You have to lighten the mood with a joke if that the direction you want to go.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Dick likes to look tidy and well put together. He looks flawlessly beautiful anyway. He’s not clean shaven down there but he is very well managed

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He tires his best to be romantic but he doesn’t really know how. He’s romantic and intimate out of sex, don’t get me wrong. He’s a lovely boyfriend. But when it comes to sex he kind of goes a bit feral…

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Dick has a lot of pent up frustration and sex is his way of release other that being Nightwing/Robin. His jack off counter isn’t alarmingly high, but he does do it very often.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Mirrors - he adores fucking you when he can see every part of you through a mirror. He does also love to see you embarrassed when he forces you to look at yourself while he does.

Names - daddy, sir etc

Role play - he would die for role-play. He wants to save you and be rewarded with sex. He wants to be your hero and saviour in every sense of the word. He wants to fuck you in your suit when you play the villain. He finds it difficult to dissociate himself from his masked persona and wants to be anyone else but Dick Grayson. He wants to feel as though he is doing good and can save people, even if that saving is saving you from sexual deprivation.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He’s not overly picky and will do it wherever is good. But he is quite fond of the sofa opposite the fire place. Better lighting in the main room of Titans Tower…

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

The big one is seeing you in action on a mission. He loves to see you kicking ass and want you to floor him and make him yours. But he won’t admit that. This man has far to much pride to admit he wants to get completely dominated by you. But we all know thats what he wants.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He’s all for the punishment act but he is self aware. He knows he can get a little too rough so he has trained you to stop him if it gets too much. His worst nightmare is hurting you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

This man is a godsend for head. He eats you out so effortlessly. It comes so naturally to him. It’s kind of off putting when you realise its because he’s had a lot of practice.

He would never say no to a blow from you. He doesn’t have a preference of giving or receiving. As long as pleasure it being felt, he doesn’t care.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He is an expert in both. He usually goes for the fast and rough because he is a broken man and has a lot of trauma and anger inside him. But he listens to you and your body and can very quickly switch his pace to being slow and sensual if thats what you need.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t really like them. If he can’t fuck you good and proper he doesn’t want to fuck you at all. Instead he will opt for relieving himself, unless you offer to suck him off. He would never say no to that.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He is a slight exhibitionist. He wouldn’t have sex in front of other people but he loves the thrill of someone catching him in the act. He will fuck you in places that he knows someone could walk into at any point and catch you but he would never let it happen. He’s careful about that.

He is a risk taker but I couldn’t really call them that because he always assess the situation whether that be subconsciously or not. Its a little annoying.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Dick can go for a while. He has a lot to get out and doesn’t like to stop until he had got it all out. But he understands that perhaps you can’t hold out as long as he can. He could never push you too far past your limits.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t use them and he doesn’t own any. He doesn’t see the point. He has everything he needs to satisfy himself. And he likes to think he can do the same for you. Whether you agree or not is another question…

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease. And he’s obnoxiously good at it. He can tease you in the most subtle ways but those are the ones that get you riled up the most. Sometimes he’s not subtle about it at all. There have been many occasions when he has slapped your ass in front of the team, or straight up just said how much he wants to fuck you. Needless to say, is definitely scarred Rachel and Gar for life.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Something else that scarred them for life. Dick is loud. He doesn’t tend to hold back when having sex. Mainly because he can’t. All the stress and anger just comes pouring out and he can’t filter it no matter how hard he tries. He moans a lot. He doest really grunt or groan. Straight up moans. Cute little moans when he’s close.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Dick will only fuck you if there is music of some kind. He doesn’t know why. He just loved to have sex while there’s some music playing. It has to fit the mood though. But he loves to put on some lo-fi and give you some slow passionate loving

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

I would have to say its a pretty standard dick. Its quite long and has a decent thickness, but its nothing particularly special to look at. Its what he can do with it whats special…

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Despite everything I’ve mentioned, I don’t think his sex drive is particularly high. He’s just under the impression that sex is the only way of getting rid of his buried trauma.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Dick doesn’t get much sleep. None of the Titans do really. Sex doesn’t really tire him out. It makes him a little more relaxed. It's your soft and gentle touches that send him to sleep.

18/12/21

#dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson fanfic #dc #Titans #brenton thwaites #smut #fanfic

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peeterparkr · 4 years

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How about Dick and reader used to date but Dick broke it off because she deserved better or some BS! Titans don’t know and they’re all drinking and playing never have I ever to get Dick drunk by saying “never have I been in the bay cave” or “never have I driven the batmobile” but reader keeps drinking too then they say “never have I waltzed” and both dick and reader drink and she admits dick taught her and they have to dance to prove it and it’s angsty/cute as they’re clearly in love still!!!

warnings: drinking, swearing

word count: 2.3k

Still Burning. Dick Grayson x Reader

I SERIOUSLY LOVED WRITING THIS ONE!!!

Nobody can really answer how to heal a broken heart. Had you known, you wouldn’t be trapped in such a mess. But you chose to hide it. That’s the best one does sometimes. Where do they go? Our feelings, the broken hearts? They remain there, silently making you remember and stabbing with memories that will make you hold on forever.

Dick was one of those stories you liked to keep to yourself. He did, too. Sometimes it’s difficult to admit it. Maybe it was for the best. But sometimes, you liked to remember that smile, which you barely saw anymore.

It was difficult. But it was for the best.

It truly was. Especially because both of you had decided to, for sometime, keep away from each other. You had your reasons. He said he had become too much like someone he once admired. He said you deserved better, but did you?

You were both made out of the same piece, but carved with a different sight. But it hurt to know that you were only someone he would ignore, that he wouldn’t talk about anymore. And it hurt to think that you could still taste his lips on the tip of your tongue. And it would’ve been easier to move on had he not searched for you to help him. Donna had warned you he’d come. Dawn, too. Everyone warned you he’d come back. But he didn’t come they way you expected him to.

And he eventually did come and ask for help, because that’s what you were supposed to do, always. Help each other. Because that’s who you were first and foremost. Friends who helped each other. Even after all the fights. Even after he broke your heart. He didn’t come to fix your broken heart.

Dick said his biggest talent involved leaving. You said it was coming up with bullshit to leave.

But you still remembered your teenage years, escaping together and rushing everywhere. Lifting your hands up in the air while he blasted your favorite music. You remembered your first kiss and the way he had blushed after it. You remembered the fights and the good times. But you also remembered how he broke up with you on your 21st birthday, breaking your heart as you were left with a dozen roses on your hands but a million tears coming from your eyes.

But there you were now, with a beer on your hand, as you had your legs crossed. You needed time to relax, you barely did that anymore. It was always helping out someone, or taking someone down. But Dick and you barely talked about the past. You used to work with each other, that was the statement.

You stared at him, he was relaxed. You hadn’t done this in a while, just sit down and have a beer. Kory brought up a tequila bottle, too. The younger ones were too busy eating flaming hot Cheetos.

“You guys are boring,” commented Jason Todd, watching as you were sipping from your beer. You listened to the faint music playing on the background.

“Are we?” Kory asked. The music sounded glitched.

“Very,” Gar agreed. “You just drink.”

You let out a soft laugh. “Adults do that, we just have enough trouble already that we just… drink it.”

“No need to make stupid excuses like when we were young, no beer pong, no card games,” Dick continued. “Just…drinking.”

“Hm,” Rachel laughed before taking a bite of her waffle. “I think we should play never have I ever.”

You laughed, “haven’t played that one in a while.”

Dick frowned. “Those games end up on trying to get only someone in particular drunk.”

To which Jason smirked, he poured a glass of soda for him, Rachel and Gar. Rachel and Gar joined you at the table.

Jason brought shot glasses for Dick, Kory and you. Kory and you gave each other a glance.

“No, not doing this.” Dick rolled his eyes.

“Oh come on, Dick, relax a little,” Kory chuckled, “don’t you remember doing this kind of stuff in your teenage years? Stupid games?”

You stared at him, remembering all the times you used to have that kind of fun.

“Didn’t you have any fun?” Pushed Jason. “Is that why you’re always so grumpy?”

“I had fun,” Dick cleared his throat, quickly glancing at you.

You chuckled. “Fine, fill it up.”

Jason poured the three of you tequila, and then changed the song, a familiar guitar sounded. Let it Rock by The Rolling Stones started playing.

“Fine, Let’s start with something…. Rach? You wanna start?” Jason suggested.

Rachel chuckled, and rolled her eyes. “Never…”she gave it a thought. “Never have I ever eaten dog or cat food.”

“Am I supposed to—do something if I have?” Gar asked. He drank from his soda.

“Oh my god!” You laughed. “Why am I not surprised?”

Gar laughed. “Well, well, it’s my turn now… never have I ever… met Batman.”

“Oh, come on,” Dick rolled his eyes.

“Bottoms up, Grayson,” Jason said as he took a sip and Dick drank from his shot. You took a sip as well.

“You’ve met Batman?” Asked Kory.

You winked. “Yeah, we were on a first name basis and everything,” you chuckled, Dick looked away. “But yeah. I once worked with Batman.”

“Worked?” Jason blinked. “With?”

You took a sip from your beer. “Oh sorry, you felt special?”

Jason nodded. “Well I kind of did.”

Dick rolled his eyes. “Keep up with it.”

Maybe you were meant to be just as damaged as Dick was, but you had decided to move on. You never wanted to be bossed around.

“Never have I ever…” Kory started. “Driven the batmobile.”

Jason laughed as he shook his head. “He never let me.”

Dick took another shot, you took another one, too.

Rach raised her eyebrow at you. “What?”

You just winked at her.

“No, wait I wanna know why!” Jason laughed.

“Oh—“you laughed. Dick turned red. “I—well, you know, Gotham had —this thing, and Batman—or maybe it was—This other thing and when it happened I—I drove it.”

You were such a bad liar. But they didn’t push it. And you only stared at Dick, who took a deep breath.

You were taken back to that one time. Where Dick let you drive it, you were sitting on his lap and you remembered how fast it went, only seeing the lights passing through. You remembered screaming with pure joy and excitement and adrenaline. You remembered how you felt his hands on yours while you were crossing Gotham city, and how your stomach was filled with butterflies, and how his head was on your shoulder. And maybe this exact song was playing, or something familiar to it, because piano was trembling in your ears.

“Never have I ever… been in the bat cave,” laughed Gar.

Jason laughed. “I’m so glad this is Dr. Pepper.”

Dick scoffed and took another shot. “Ha ha.” He rolled his eyes.

You took a shot, too. How many times hadn’t you sneaked on to the Batcave, and done stupid childish stuff. Like playing 80’s music and dancing to it. ‘I think we’re alone now’ was one you remembered the most. It was fun. Neither of you were good dancers but it was worth it.

And they said some others.

And you continued. It seemed to be innocent enough. Start me up was now playing in the background.

The game was a constant throwing at everyone, making sure Dick was getting completely wasted. Problem was, some, if not most of them dragged you with them as well, you had spent so much time with him.

And you were both wasted, and your giggling had started. He had loosened up, too, and somehow you both ended up with your feet on the couch, trying to avoid

“Ah, come on, come on,” Dick pushed. “Can we stop making fun of my life?”

“Mr. Millionaire, we are soooorry Master Grayson,” Kory mocked, slightly drunk herself. You laughed, watching Dick. You hadn’t been this close since your breakup.

But you knew you were still smitten with him, he could tell,you guessed. He still knew you, perfectly. And he knew that even the way he was holding his cold beer had you thinking. How cruel was it that you had to avoid even staring at him when he once loved you.

“Never have I ever—waltzed,” Gar smirked, the music had finally stopped.

Dick chuckled. “Fuck off, man,” he rolled his eyes, before taking a sip.

You looked down at your drink and then took a sip.

“You’ve waltzed?” Kory laughed. “What have you been hiding from us? I didn’t know you had that many things in common with Grayson?”

Maybe it was the alcohol speaking for itself but you stared at Dick. “Yeah, he—he,” you shrugged. “He actually taught me how to waltz.”

Dick took a deep breath, running his hand through his face.

“He did?” Rach questioned.

You shrugged. “Yeah, he’s a great dancer.”

“Show us, I don’t quite believe it,” sassed Kory.

Dick rolled his eyes. “I think we’ve had enough.” He stood up, nervously. It seemed like every time you had both had a shot, he was getting more and more nervous, like someone was stabbing him each time with more memories. But you didn’t understand why he was angry, he was the one who blew things off.

You shook your head. “You’ll have to take my word for it.”

“I really don’t believe it,” Rach pushed.

You shrugged. “I wouldn’t either.”

“C’mon, show us!” Kory pushed.

“Yes, what could you lose? I want to see the amazing Richard Grayson waltzing, and I want to see how great a teacher he was,“said Garfield.

Dick blushed slightly. “No, it’s alright,” Dick grinned. “Let’s… let’s see if they can learn a thing or two.”

You shook your head. “You don’t have to do this.”

Dick smiled at you, standing up. “No, no, you know they won’t shut up if we don’t do it,” he was drunk, you could tell by his raspy voice as he offered you a hand. You laughed, shaking your head but he pleaded again. “Please?”

“Fine,” you gave him your hand as he helped you stand up.

Dick watched them. “It’s not that complicated to waltz,” Dick explained. “Not really,” he continued as he placed himself in front of you. “The lady places herself slightly to the left of the leading gentleman,” he informed as he moved just a bit to your right. You stared at his eyes and then at his lips, you saw him gulp. “Six basic steps, and… you’re good.”

“Should we bring in a candle?” you chuckled. And he grinned.

“Ah, yes, yes,” Dick laughed. “Bring in a candle, that’s a good idea since we’re both wasted.”

You sighed. “But it wouldn’t matter if you’re with…”

“The perfect partner,” He finished your sentence, a faint smile forming. “Yeah.”

“What’s that about?” Questioned Kory.

“Well, you see… They use a… a candle, it’s the true test, one has to be as swift, and perfect and so delicate and so smooth, but the candle flame will not be extinguished in the hand of the leading partner,” he explained.

“Let’s bring in a candle!” Jason ordered. “Let’s put them to the test.”

Kory laughed to herself. “You’re joking, right?”

But Jason had brought in a candle already, they lit it up and Dick picked it up. He placed it within your hands and he took a deep breath.

“We might… um we might need some music,” he asked, while not taking his eyes off of yours. “Waltz number two by Dmitri Shostakovich,” said Dick and Rachel played it on the stereo.

His hand was finally placed on your back, and you gently posed yours on his shoulder as soon as the first notes started to play. You felt like all the alcohol had been sucked out of your body. But he smoothly started to dance around the room. You knew they were staring as he kept leading you as you danced, and it felt like the old times. But it felt like you were both trying to prove something to each other, as if you were both dancing away from the memories or as if you both were trying to hide from everyone else. As if you were both accusing each other with the dance, having a conversation each time you stepped, he was trying to apologize and you were trying to beg him to come just slightly closer. His eyes were fierce and dark and he wouldn’t take them off you, but you would turn away sometimes.

And the world was spinning around you, and the flame had not extinguished, it had remained firing. And you felt like burning but it wasn’t the candle, it was another type of flame growing in within. And your heart had started to spin. And you had forgotten you weren’t at the manor anymore, and you weren’t wearing that red dress you’d worn that time. But you’d forgotten it, you were back there where there was a constant smile on his face and where you didn’t even worry about everyone else noticing that tinge of redness on your cheeks. Because it was mutual.

The song stopped abruptly and you saw the candle.

It was still burning.

You then saw him, as you hadn’t seen him in years. He stepped back still holding the candle and you got your hands off of him.

Everyone stayed quiet, as you awkwardly stepped back.

“Oh, look the… the candle is still burning,” Gar commented as to distract everyone from the clear elephant in the room.

You smiled at Dick.

He blushed. “Yeah, it still is.”

part two

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onceuponadetectivedemigod · 5 years

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Master List

*denotes smut

+ denotes ongoing

- denotes finished

! denotes Hiatus

Ben Hardy:

Stories:

Somebody To Love:+

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, * Part Six, Part Seven , *Part Eight, Part Nine Part Ten: Coming soon

House of The Rising Sun: !

Part One

Unnamed Teacher AU:

Part One: coming soon

Unnamed Zombie AU:

Part One: coming soon

Imagines:

Blow of the Whistle

Prompts:

Cocky, Baby, Tag, Wedding: One, Wedding: Two, Wedding: Three, Wedding: Four, Alexa

Requests:

One Time Is All It Takes

Rhythm

Not Quite Love

*Drunken Mistake: Smutty ending

Drunken Mistake: angsty ending

Ben X Younger Reader: Part One, Part Two

Spotify Playlist:

Ben Hardy

Roger Taylor:

Prompts:

Cocky,

Requests:

Lost Bets

Not Quite Love

Brian May:

Requests:

Stars

Tigerlily Taylor:

Requests:

Drunken Mistake: Smutty ending

Drunken Mistake: angsty ending

Spotify Playlist:

Tigerlily Taylor

Marco Ilsø:

Stories:

Guilledou:+

Part One: The End Of An Affinity ,Part Two: Gudrun, Part Three: Flár, Part Four: The Heita, Part Five: Sharing Is Not Caring, Part Six: The Seer, Part Seven: Brullaup, Part Eight: Hár Part Nine: The Bay At Dawn, Part Ten: The Real Beginning

Spotify Playlist:

Marco Ilsø (This playlist makes me feel like I'm gonna ride into battle),

***Other Spotify Playlists for my celebrity crushes that you can listen to while you read:

Reading Smut? check out this PLAYLIST

Reading about vampires? check out this PLAYLIST

James Mcavoy (My personal favorite playlist),

Ben Hardy (My Longest Playlist),

Taron Egerton (Also one of my favorites),

Brenton Thwaites/Dick Grayson

Becky Lynch / WWE & workout *seperate playlists

Marco Ilso/Vikings

Andrew Garfield

Tigerlily Taylor

Richard Madden

Aidan Turner

Tom Hiddleston

Tom Holland

Jeremy Jordan (pretty much only Broadway)

Lucy Boynton

Florence Pugh

Like my music tatse? Try my MasterPlaylist

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peeterparkr · 4 years

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Not smut but potentially one with Dick where him and the reader are keeping their relationship a secret and she stays over at his (😉) and in the morning they’re off to brunch with friends so try and enter the place at different times etc to not give it away that they came together and they think they’re safe until one of the gang says “hey! Isn’t that Dicks sweatshirt y/n?” And she gets all red and flustered - lol idk but that would be hella cute!

oh but there’ll be smut bc I combined it with this one, this is filth with some angst and then some fluff and it’s a rollercoaster

warnings: smut, swearing, 18+

word count: like 2,5k

Busted.

Love can be too complicated. Relationships are complicated. Dick Grayson was complicated. So much so that you preferred to keep it a secret.

Easier than having to explain to the world that in reality the feelings you had always had for him were never negative, they had always been awe and sometimes a little contempt, but you supposed that it was given to the fact that Dick was someone you thought you couldn’t have.

You hated that he was so perfect. It was a compliment to hate him, now you knew. He was always there with his perfect eyes that could kill you with just one look. That smile that could manipulate you. Make a fool out of you.

We are talking about Dick Grayson, who really has got a bunch of problems, with the lack of love he had when growing up and the big abandonment issues, thanks, Batman. Always wanting to be alone.

Neither of you wanted to explain to the world that your whole act of hating the other was nothing more than a façade for the crush you both had towards the other and how much it frustrated that you couldn’t have the other. The nerves you would get whenever you saw him, all flustered, maybe that was why it was easier to insult him so that he would let you believe that you hated him and make you believe that you were not deeply in love with him.

How did you both reach that conclusion? How did you both realize that you were both desperately in love with each other? Being alone, what that can be. One thing led to another and as the big drama queens you both were, you’d both searched for the other in a stormy night just to end up making out with your clothes on the floor.

But you needed to keep that a secret, mostly because neither of you could understand how you could be so fond of someone who’d constantly make you lose your temper. Because you’re so alike, stubborn and incredibly bossy.

Add to all of that, it’s Dick Grayson who we are talking about. He loves to make a big deal out of everything. But of course that’s only because he cares enough. Too much sometimes for your own convenience.

There were still a lot of things you despised about him. Like whenever he would always be wrong, even when he is right. Or the way he’d make you smile even if you had basically ended an argument.

The fact that at the end of the day, he was still a sweetheart.

But you had to hide it. Because you loved him. And who in this world understands love? You didn’t want anyone trying to explain it to you. You liked to figure it out on your own.

Besides hiding made it way much more interesting. It was a challenge. Even spiced things up in the relationship. You still hated him, to everyone else. And he still hated you. And sometimes you knew you both did hate each other, not pretending. So annoyed by each other’s presence because you’re both so equal yet so different.

And you were very good at hiding it. Even when you couldn’t quite keep your hands to yourself. You’d manage to keep up the hating relationship to a certain level where they wouldn’t even think you’d ever be in the same room alone.

Sometimes the arguments would go a bit too far, but you’d end up apologizing and making it up in bed.

Just like you probably were going to, now. Rachel was there, watching you both make an argument about how stupid having brunch and inviting Jason Todd, whom you were pushing to get into the group. He was a nice addition.

Rachel was sitting with her feet up on the couch, as she was watching some videos on her phone, ignoring you both. However, truth to be told, you had almost forgotten that Rachel was there and it had kind of turned into a real fight.

“I don’t want anything to do with Bruce Wayne, and Jason—Jason still has everything to do with him!” Dick yelled.

You closed your eyes, “Oh my God, Dick, you’re not— this is what all of this is about?”

Dick rolled his eyes. “No, but I… I don’t even know why we’re having this conversation. This is stupid–I…I am going home. Fuck Batman.”

You knew why this was happening, he saw himself in Jason Todd, he saw it too badly. But he saw a lot of things he never had had with Bruce and that bothered him, and that made Dick despise him even more.

And you were home, and you were supposed to stay at home. Sleepover with young Rachel, you guys loved those, they meant fun nights.

You watched Dick storm off and slam the door. You wondered if it was part of the act or if he really meant it. Dick didn’t know Rachel knew. You knew she knew.

You squeezed your eyes shut.

“You guys really hate each other don’t you?” Rachel asked you, she was going to stay the night.

“You’ve no idea.”

“But he didn’t mind about the brunch.”

You shrugged. “Thought he didn’t. But now he’s angry we are all spending it together like a big happy family.”

“Go, fix it, I’ll start the movie and you can come back later.”

Rachel, you knew, was probably very aware of the real situation, not because you’d told her but you couldn’t possibly lie to her, but she hid it from everyone else, knowing damn well you’d been hiding it for a reason.But you had never adressed it, and she had never asked about it. Maybe she didn’t know. You both were very convincing when it came to making everyone believe you hated each other.

So you did as she said, you followed after him to his car. You hopped in.

“I’m leaving.”

“I know,” you said. “You can start driving, I’m coming with you.” Dick stared at you. You pointed at the road.

He clenched his jaw but started the car.

“Go to Wayne Manor,” you ordered.

“Wayne—“

“Batcave, more specifically,” you added. He stared at you. You smirked, running your hand through his thgh, and you could easily see a bulge forming in his pants. “Fuck Batman, right?”

He started driving as fast as he could and you let your fingers walk down his leg.

“I’m not in the mood,” he snarled, but you looked down at the growing length.

“Seems like you are, though,” you pointed out, and you chuckled, leaning over to peck his cheek. He cleared his throat. But drove fast enough, you’d tease him, running your fingers through his arm, to his chest and to his leg, nowhere close, but enough to get him flustered.

The Batcave, it gave you such a challenge. It was incredibly hot, to think you were sneaking there. As soon as he hit the brakes, he turned to you and unbuttoned your blouse, as he jumped over you, kissing your lips and trailing his way down to your neck, you moaned closing your eyes. The way he kissed you was always a new experience.

“Wait– Dick,” you managed to say as he was already grinding against you, his hands pressing your breasts. He was sucking on your collarbone as you let out a soft gasp. “Want to piss off Batman more?”

His eyes, filled with fire turned to you, as he just shot an eyebrow up.

“Let’s go to the Batmobile,” and there’s a sound in your voice that made you sound even more into it than you actually were. If we were honest, you feared getting caught but, of course, it would make it a thousand per cent even more interesting.

And in no time, he picked you up and opened up the doors to it, setting you down. It’s smaller than Dick’s but it doesn’t matter, because with no further ado, Dick pulled down your underwear and he’s set between your tighs. He kept kissing you and his fingers pinched your breasts, you could feel his hot breath as he pulled the seat down, making it easier for both of you. The reducted space pulled you even closer. Your legs were snaking around him as he kissed from the space between your breasts to your stomach. You looked up and took off his shirt, clawing your nails into his back as you pulled him down to your lips. His own hands were caressing your legs, his fingers toying with you.

Your lips were focused on his neck now, trailing wet kisses over it, and your hands were going down to knead his ass, as he was grinding into you, causing friction to your core, as the bulge on his pants kept growing.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, as you were unbuckling his belt with desperation. You were in such an ecstasy as you accidentally hit a button. The car announced ‘error’ but you were too busy as his cock had popped out. His fingers grazed over your wetness as his tip teased your clit. He loved teasing you.

“Dickie, I–”

“Say it,” he ordered.

“I need you, now,” you pleaded and he finally thrust into you. He started panting as he started to move inside, finding a slow soothing rhythm. A smug smirk upon his face as you’re moaning his name. He was cursing profanities and then yelling your name. You see the car windows blurring up, as you try to keep yourself comfortable. Your hand found the window but you pulled it back down, leaving a mark of your fingers all over it.

He was fast and his fingers are all over you, edging you close each time he drew circles on your clit. And he loved seeing your face as you’re at your bliss, and he began slowing down his pace as his own back was arching. But he started to thrust even deeper, as your toes start to curl. You came first, but that was the cue he needed for his own high.his hot breath deep on your neck. He yelled your name in pleasure and then found your neck with his lips, peppering kisses all over it, just as he pulled out from you. Your chest was pounding as you watched him.

“I love you, y/n,” he whispered, causing a short laugh from you, catching your breath.

“For what? For helping you break the rules?” You grinned looking up at him, and he kissed your lips again.

“Making everything fun,” he laughed. “Did… did… you push any buttons?”

You turned to look at the board, embarrassed. “Maybe, a thing or two.”

And both of you heard footsteps.“Shit, shit, shit,” Dick pulled up his pants and buttoned your shirt back on, you both quickly ran out of the car and you hid on Dick’s backseat, as he tried to make himself presentable, but the sweat and his panting were not easy to hide.

It was Alfred. “Master didn’t know you were coming.”

Dick cleared his throat. “I was—“ he ran a hand through his hair. “I was just—going to check on some information regarding the—uh, case with Mikron O’Jeneus.”

Alfred stared at Dick’s car where you were holding your breath, praying to all known deities that he wouldn’t catch you.

“Alright ” Alfred nodded. “Whenever you get the chance, please send my regards to Miss Y/N, you and her seem to be close lately.”

Dick blushed and gulped. “We are—working together on the case, that’s all,” He assured him.

Alfred nodded. “Alright, master Grayson.”

When Alfred was gone, you both laughed in the car. He went to his place where round two happened, nothing wild, it was simpler and more romantic. Dick had managed to now make it more soothing, apologizing for his bitching attitude and smiling each time he kissed you. And that was the sweetheart you knew, it was fun, the vigilante and the dark Dick but then turning him into the beautiful thing he was. You loved him for both, both ‘Dicks’ were fun, and you knew you needed his lips, and you knew he meant it every time he said he loved you, because each time it was different and like hearing it for the first time.

And the morning had consisted of him peppering you with new kisses, he’d invent one each morning. It was a routine, making each kiss special each time you woke up by his side. As he managed to take your breath away with that smile that was reserved only for you. And you were lucky because he truly never smiled the way he did to you. And you were sure that nobody truly saw hi the way you did, as the blinds would let in the light so the sunlight bathed him and only him.

He had pecked all over your face, tickling you as he did. “You’re an idiot,” you stated, which was your way of telling him you loved him.

“I know,” he grinned, that was the way he said it back.

And he agreed to the brunch, at the end. But you both had to be careful, so when you arrived he dropped you a block away from it, the price you had to pay for wanting to keep your relationship private. He walked into the place first, and you found a place beside Kori.

You grinned as you said hello to everyone, and then you turned stiff when your eyes landed on Dick. “Grayson.”

“Y/L/N,” He didn’t even look up.

Jason Todd watched you both, “Please act decent,” he pleaded. “Don’t fight here.”

“Yeah, yeah, you guys are so annoying,” Gar pointed out.

Dick rolled his eyes. “We are adults, at least I’ll act like one, don’t worry.”

You flipped him off, rolling your eyes, as you stole from Kori’s mimosa, taking a sip.

“That’s mine,” she complained but ignored.

Rachel stared at you. “Hey, y/n, why didn’t you come back home last night?” She asked.

You almost spat your drink. “I did! You didn’t hear me and I woke up early for a run,” you lied.

“Are you sure?” Kori pushed. “Because Alfred told me he saw you and Dick at the manor.”

Dick laughed, nervously. “Why would I be with her at the manor?”

“I dunno,” Kori smirked. “Same reason as to why she’s wearing your sweatshirt?”

Both you and Dick froze.You stared down at your clothes, and you were indeed wearing a sweatshirt of his.

“Busted,” all of them said.

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burnt|dick grayson.

So here’s the highly requested part two for Still Burning. There will be part three.

summary: dick and you used to date, but there are still feelings for each other

part two

pairing: dick grayson x titan!reader

warnings: angsty, fluffy, swearing

word count: 3k

special thanks to @ymeradonnadx for helping me out with this. love you girl

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Burnt.

It’s funny how fire works. It spreads. It gives light, but it is never seen as something remotely good. It leaves ashes. And you were walking through them, trying to find the reason as to why someone a) had lit up a fire and b) had it put it out as quick.

There can be lights that can be sparkled, but sometimes we prefer darkness over any kind of burning fire. It makes sense, to avoid it. In a certain way.

Dick liked to avoid you, at least. And he had left just after making you feel everything with that stupid dance. And you felt like you were back at 17, nobody understood what had gotten into you.

A dance.

He blamed alcohol. You blamed him.

But he had left. And this wasn’t the first time he’d left, it seemed to you any time you were getting remotely close to each other he’d turn and back away and leave, like when he had on your 21st birthday.

And it stung like a memory you’d never forget. And it hurt, to think that maybe he felt the same way you did, but he did nothing but push you away.

Every single day he’d keep pushing you, and pushing and pushing you away over and over again. With small things, like in the mornings where you’d try to say hello and he’d turn cold. How he talked to everyone in the room but you and how any time your eyes landed on him he’d turn stiff.

You had talked one time. And you knew he wasn’t feeling well either. He had woken up at 3 am and he’d gone to the roof, but you were there, too. You loved being at the roof, staring at the stars.

“Can’t sleep, huh?” He asked, he had two beers. Maybe he had known you were there, too.

You shrugged as you took a sip of the beer. “Never been good at that.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I remember,” but he turned stiff. “Light sleepers, both of us.”

“Yeah,” you turned to him. “What about you?”

“A lot on my mind,” he admitted. “It’s just like I’m 22 again.”

You shrugged. “Yet it comes to you again, the choice.”

“Does it?”

“I know my answer,” you shrugged.

He sighed. “It wouldn’t work.”

“What wouldn’t work? Talking about it?” You frowned.

“Well, do you want to?”

“I guess I miss the good things, you know? I miss Donna,” you admitted.

“We were a good team, weren’t we?” He asked.

“Yes, we’re not that good when we’re apart,” you chuckled.

“Donna said she felt out sometimes,” Dick said.

You grinned. “I mean, we were very annoying.”

He chuckled. “We weren’t, we were...adorable,” he grinned.

“From the moment we met, I mean, we were always in a rush and we enjoyed the silence,” you grinned.

“We did, didn’t we? Always sneaking everywhere…”

You smiled. “I’ve kept it a secret, too.”

“You have?”

“Yeah, no one deserves to know we’ve got the world record in loving each other,” you grinned and he blushed.

“I remember everything,” he declared. “Our first kiss.”

You took a sip. “You stole the batmobile that night.”

He laughed. “I can’t believe I asked if I could kiss you, so proper.”

You nudged him. “Those are pretty cheap, you know,” you gushed.

“What? Kisses?”

You winked at him. “Wouldn’t kill you to shut me up with one of those once in a while.”

He smirked as he laughed. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? I thought you were going to do it while we were dancing.”

“Me? Please, only because you were begging me to do so.”

“Would it be such a sin?” He laughed.

You shrugged. “I mean, I felt young again, happy but I can’t really see the good things because then I remember everything that happened afterwards.”

“Afterwards…?”

You bit your lip. “I can’t let you hurt me again, Dick Grayson, when you broke my heart,” you scoffed. “Boy, you really got me.”

He looked down.

“It was days and days of crying, staring at the ceiling, wanting to find a reason why, I remember just not… Being clear, days were grey, and for me to say that about Gotham,” you chuckled dryly. “I was drowning.”

He gulped.

“No, I’m serious, I was such a mess, days were senseless, nights didn’t come and when they did, I couldn’t even go to sleep. No sun, no… nothing. What had I done wrong?”

Dick bit his lip. “I’m really sorry.”

“I got over you, don’t worry, Donna was there for me, every day,” you chuckled. “I’m at my best right now, ain’t it?”

Dick looked down at his beer. “At least one of us did.”

You coughed, nervously. “Well, why did you break up with me, then?”

“I was protecting you,” he said. “Still am,” he admitted. “Did you listen to what you just told me?”

“But I never said you hurt me before that-”

“I… I realized stuff, alright?”

You scoffed. “Fine you want to be dramatic and edgy and shit? Alright, go on up that bullshit, but you know damn well that we were alright until you decided we weren’t. That whole you deserve better bullshit? C’mon Dick, you broke up with me for a reason and until I figure out what exactly-” You stood up. “We can’t really talk about anything.”

“I had a reason.”

“Really, what was it?”

“Does it matter now?” He sighed. “We moved on.”

“Did we, really?” You questioned him. You sighed. “Look, I can’t… I can’t really have this conversation right now, not when I-”

“When you what?”

“What happened that night?” You pushed. “What happened when we danced?”

Dick gulped. “I… well, I don’t know we were drunk.”

“Keep telling that to yourself, Richard, maybe you’ll end up believing it.”

You hadn’t talked since.

And somehow, it made you want him more, because it seemed challenging but it was tiring knowing that it was one sided. How could you ever still be in love with him when he clearly didn’t want anything to do anymore?

But really, in this situation, Dick couldn’t be avoiding you.

You had been...Patrolling. It calmed you, in a way. It was a thing you’d gotten from Gotham, you guessed, in such a mess there was nothing more but to join it and find calm on it.

You liked watching from the rooftops, now far from Gotham. No city was as chaotic. But it seemed that wherever you and the Titans stepped in, trouble was found.

You had heard it, and you were walking through the remains of a battle that had gone through your eyes. Who would burn a department store?

You walked through the mannequins, as Dick followed behind you. You knew he’d be here too, you both had that annoying habit of listening to the police operation. Both of you could rely on it, detectives.

“There’s no sense in burning the place down,” he commented. “Not the way it was done.”

“Spark a fire and leave? I’d heard that before, I’m not surprised,” you sassed as you stared at the ripped clothes on the floor.

“So you think it’s normal?”

“Probably some stupid teenagers, drunk, and having fun. Look at it, there’s no sense of greed or corruption, no violence, it’s a crime for sure…”

“But not a passionate crime, yes, I…” Dick nodded.

“There are no patterns, nothing, it seemed like some kids were only trying to spark a fire for fun,” you sentenced. “Always a fire.”

Dick nodded. “I’ll get the reports made and then,” he gulped. “We’ll...Yeah.”

He knew you loved speaking in between the lines.

And he was gone again.

And he had been. And it got grudgier, somehow. He’d avoid you more and more, avoid the rooms you were in, pretend to not listen whenever you spoke. Dick was trying too hard to put out the spark he had caused in you.

You’d find yourself trying to not wrap your head around it. Because he was getting colder, how can someone light a fire and be so cold.

And you didn’t want to understand why he was acting that way, you didn’t even try to push it. You just ignored it, because this was him. This was him being the big dick he was, that’s who he is.

But you knew he couldn’t help but be adorable.

The city was in ruins, however, lights were out and you had to use candles, all around your place. But it was fine, you loved the candlelight, and you loved darkness. Maybe you’d learned that from Dick, to love the night.

There were a lot of things you’d got from Dick. You’d be lying if you said he hadn’t marked your life. It showed, from the way you dressed to the way you’d patrol all nights. Dick was a part of you.

Too bad he didn’t want to be part of it anymore. And the Titans had noticed, but they hadn’t really asked about it.

Until Kory did.

“How long will you both keep acting like children?” She asked, joining you in the kitchen, you had some candles lighting up the room, but you remained in your darkness.

“What?” You faked ignorance.

“Look, I am not really aware of your situation with him, but you ain’t fooling nobody, clearly there was something there and if you two were adults you’d talk it out and not do that shit.”

“It’s complicated,” you admitted. “With Richard, honestly, everything is complicated.”

“You think?”

“Dick isn’t someone who stays, you know,” you said. “Dick likes danger, and he likes challenges.”

Kory raised her eyebrow at you. “So what? You guys clearly have the hots for each other, hook up once and that’s it.”

You looked away. “That would make it more difficult.”

“So are there feelings involved?”

You wrinkled your face. “A long time ago, maybe. Maybe there is just a slight spark there still.”

“I’d know that it takes only a spark to cause a fire,” Kory scoffed.

“I— Dick,” you sighed. “It was a mistake. It was one when we were young and it’s a mistake now.”

“You love him, don’t you?”

“Sometimes we fall in love with the wrong people,” you sighed, looking down. “You can think you’re in love and then you realize, you’re only in pain.”

Kory was watching you, analyzing what you were trying to say.

“It sounds stupid, honestly,” you shrugged. “Him and I? He’s… pun intended kind of a dick sometimes, and I’m— I am crazy, ain’t I?”

Kory chuckled dryly. “Aren’t we all?”

“But with us, it was always a problem, either me giving too much or him not giving at all,” you bit your lip. “We were always so immature, and we ran out of excuses, you know?”

“What went wrong?”

“I don’t know,” you conceded. “I’d love to know. It was all so… spontaneous. Dick likes to take control and with us—neither of us could take control.He blamed Gotham, Batman, and he even blamed me, saying it was for the best.”

“He said that?”

“I guess we're both so immature when it comes to each other.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“I don’t know if we were in love, or something worse,” you sighed. “Whatever it was, we were meant to fall apart.”

“Do you miss him?”

You took a deep breath. “I guess, a bit,” you confessed. “I can only wonder if he ever thinks about me and just like me, can’t get the thought out of his head, that not even a cold shower will soothe him, even if it’s—senseless you know? Even if he claimed our relationship was the biggest mistake, I want to know that it was the one mistake he doesn’t regret.”

Kory stared at you with a side smile, she sighed. “Girl. I truly don’t know what to tell you.”

“Everything’s been said before.”

She shrugged. “I know only that you should cut the bullshit and go for it.”

You scoffed.

“I know something about him, he likes to take care of people,” Kory admitted. “He is always protecting you the most.”

“But that is bullshit, he said he broke up with me because he wanted to protect me,” you explained. “Where did that lead us?”

“Tell him then, to cut the bullshit, he clearly has feelings for you.”

A door was opened and you heard a laugh coming from Rachel, probably. Dick, Gar and Rach had been out. Probably another way of Dick to avoid you. Kory just stared at you as they joined you in the kitchen.

Dick didn’t even give you a glance.

“Did they figure out what happened?” Asked Kory.

“Teenagers were playing,” Dick explained. “Y/N—“he coughed.”she was right.”

You watched him as he had turned around. “What happened, then?”

“They were playing with candles.”

You nodded. “Told you, accident, not a crime.”

Dick didn’t even look at you.

“Yeah, could’ve happened to anybody,” Rachel said, as she opened a bag of chips, Gar ran over to pop some into his mouth. “Even to us, like right now that we don’t have any lights, or that day you both were messing around with the candle and dancing.”

You and Dick gave each other a glance.

“What was that about huh?” Gar questioned. “I’ve never seen you that close, you guys even seemed like friends.”

“Dick is friends with nobody,” you chuckled, playing it as cool as possible, but you felt like your stomach was burning up. “But—We used to be some sort of friends, weren’t we, Dickie?”

He gulped. “Yeah.”

“What happened? You barely talk now….” Rach pointed out.

“And that’s a great way to put them on the spot, Rach, Gar, come on, let’s leave so they can talk it out, figure it out and then when they’re done I’m sure y/n will pay us the favor by telling us everything,” Kory said as she stood up, ushering Gar and Rachel to leave with her. Dick closed his eyes. “We’re leaving,” Kory announced. “You have the whole house to yourselves!”

You chuckled, sightly. Just as he was about to leave the room as well, you called him out. “You can’t keep running from it, you know, Grayson, I’m not like all the other parts of your past.”

He stopped by the doorframe. “I know that.”

“Are we supposed to talk about it, though?” You asked as he turned around, finally seeing you.

“About what? Explaining it to them? I truly don’t want to change the dynamic here, it’s better if they don’t know,” Dick said. “For the sake of the group.”

“They don’t have to know, you’re right. But don’t I deserve to know?” You asked, you blew a candle off and picked up the other one, standing up walking over to him. “Do you expect me to act normal when we clearly—still… have unresolved business here?”

He took a deep breath, walking away. “It’s in the past.”

“Maybe, Grayson, maybe,” you crossed your arms. “But I… You can’t...You can’t keep hiding because you feel like you’re going to hurt others.”

“Look what happened just as we… As the dance thing happened, you haven’t slept, I haven’t slept, it’s for our own sake.” Dick explained, heading to his room.

“Oh my god, Dick, no, no, you can’t, I feel like I’m 21 again,” you finally raised your voice, stressed. “Do you see it? Don’t you see it?”

“I…”

“Get yourself on my shoes, you walk into my house give me a dozen roses, and then you left! You broke up with me! And… You had me wondering, what did I do wrong? I stayed up days, nights, gosh, Grayson, I couldn’t…And I was such a fool! Waiting for you to come back with another dozen roses to take me back. I didn’t understand it, but you know what I do, now! It’s you! You are the problem!”

Dick just watched you. “I was too dangerous-”

“And so am I, we’re both… I’m not proud of things I’ve done, but that’s why we worked, and then you turned into this, whoever you are now!”

Dick frowned. “And why are you still here?”

“Because you brought me back to you, Dick, don’t you see it?” You sighed. “You asked me to come with you for a reason, and I came back to you for that same reason.”

“Y/N.”

“Dick, you left me there with a broken heart and excuses that you didn’t even understand!” You pushed. “And now you keep ignoring me-”

And he did what you’d ask him before, he shut you up with a kiss. And it felt like the old times, and suddenly you forgot that you’d stay up each night wondering if he’d come back, you forgot how you’d stay still until the night would fall down on you. And all those lonely days had been erased.

Because god, how long had you wanted this. And as he pushed you against the wall, and as he ran his hand through your hair, you almost let the candle fall down, but you pulled away. You saw his eyes eating you with lust as he was catching his breath. You blew the candle off as he kissed your neck, peppering you with kisses to your sweet spot on your collarbone. His fingers were tangling with your hair.

And he was coming closer, and closer. And everything was dark, but Dick and you know how to move in the darkness. And even if the candle wasn’t burning, you knew you both were. But, somehow, even if it felt right, burning down the ashes seems wrong.

But you didn’t care, you needed to feel the sweat running down your body and you needed his lips covering you with tattoos. But there’s a part of you that wanted Dick to feel the way you’ve felt before.

“Meet me in the bedroom, I’ll be there in five,” you whispered in his ear, and he leaves, eagerly. But you didn’t join him in the bedroom, you left the house, knowing damn well you’d get burnt if you play with fire.

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