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you’re too sweet for me
in which dick grayson cannot keep it in his pants.
pairing: dick grayson x f!reader
cw: 18+ mdni, dry humping, oral (f!recieving), dick grayson is needy, established relationship
a/n: this one is a little rushed and short but life has been throwing sand in my eyes and my creativity has momentarily shriveled up and died :’)
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It’s a nice night, for Bludhaven standards. The usual rain hammering against the windows, sure, but inside your apartment it’s warm and safe.
And Dick is here.
Every inch of Dick’s body is pressed to yours as he devours your mouth. His warm hands cup your cheeks, the gentle brush of his thumbs against your skin a stark contrast to the consuming way his tongue tangles with yours. Your own hands are fisted in his sweater, hanging on for dear life.
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nothing i’ve started writing has been hitting right 😮💨 but here’s my jason todd mii (im so proud of him that’s my baby)
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dick grayson:
crawling back to you
in which dick seeks a warm body on a cold night ⭒ dick grayson x f!reader, 18+ nsfw
so full of love, i could barely eat
in which you bring dick home ⭒ dick grayson x gn! reader, 18+ nsfw
oh, but you’re good to me
in which dick needs a hug ⭒ dick grayson x gn!reader
treat your mouth as if it’s heavens gate
in which dick makes up for letting you grow bored ⭒ dick grayson x f!reader, 18+ nsfw
requests:
club rescue
dick grayson x gn!reader

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treat your mouth as if it’s heavens gate
In which Dick makes up for letting you grow bored.
pairing: dick grayson x f!reader
cw: 18+ mdni, smut, established relationship, explicit sexual content (piv sex, dry humping, fingering), some fluff
a/n: wrote this while procrastinating an assessment :’) also can you guys tell i like hozier ? his lyrics make great fic titles :3
reblogs greatly appreciated <3
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“Kiss me?”
“What?” Dick glances up from his laptop, blinking at you across the couch.
“Kiss me?” You ask again, staring idly at the ceiling.
He’s been working on some case for hours, and you’ve long since grown bored.
“You want me to kiss you?” He asks, sounding soft and surprised. He closes his laptop and sets it aside, and you know you’ve got him. He can never resist.
The couch shifts and then he’s hovering over you, dopey smile on his face.
“Hello.” He hums, his eyes glimmering with tender affection. “What’s this about a kiss?”
You open your mouth to give him some grumbled retort, but he cuts you off before you can even start.
He slides a hand into your hair and kisses you, so deeply you feel it in every inch of your body. His knees nudge your legs apart, then he’s lowering himself so that you can feel every hard plane of him.
Dick kisses you until you’re breathless, only pulling back when he draws that first moan from your lips, soft and sweet.
You catch a glimpse of his satisfied smile before he’s ducking his face into your neck. You gasp, hands sliding into his hair as he kisses and sucks at the sensitive skin.
He’s working his hips against yours, and you’re not even sure that he’s aware of it. Each slow drag and nudge has heat pooling low in your core.
Once Dick’s satisfied with the mess he’s made of your neck he pulls back, his pupils blown when his eyes meet yours.
Dick’s smile is soft and teasing when he grinds against you just to see you squirm. Your back arches against your will, head tipping back against the couch.
“Bed?” He asks, his voice a soft hum. It’s unfair how composed he is when you can feel every inch of his cock dragging against you.
You barely get time to nod before he’s scooping you up. He holds you against him, your arms around his neck and legs around his waist.
You take advantage of the moment and bring your lips to his neck, kissing and nibbling the sensitive skin.
Dick groans and his pace stutters. He presses you against the wall of the hallway, just outside the bedroom door.
One of his hands moves down to securely hold your waist, then he’s grinding his hips into yours.
Dick sets a slow, tantalising pace. You have half the mind to be grateful for your own choice in lounge wear. Your pants are loose and thin, already damp, so you can feel the outline of his cock as he rocks against you.
You slide a hand back into his hair and Dick leans into it, tipping his head back into your touch.
“Feels good.” You tell him, breathless and soft. Dick nods his agreement, dropping his forehead to rest against yours.
You drag a hand down his chest, easing it into his sweatpants. His hips stutter when you wrap your hand around his cock.
You swipe your thumb over his tip, collecting the precum that’s beading there. He twitches in your hand, and groans when you start stroking him.
“Fuck” He sighs, eyes shut in pure bliss. He rocks into your hand, “‘s good, baby.”
Dick’s grip on your hips tightens, and he slowly walks you into your bedroom.
He gently tosses you onto the bed, smile back on his face as he looks you over. Your hair is mused from his touch, and your pants are damp from your mutual arousal.
Dick pulls his shirt up and off, and you rake your gaze over his body. He quickly kicks off his sweatpants and boxers, laughing at the hunger in your eyes.
You almost start drooling at the sight of his cock. He’s so hard you’re sure it aches, but he certainly isn’t complaining.
Joining in his laughter, you kick off your own pants and pull off your shirt. Dick crawls over you and you make room for him between your thighs. “Yeah?” He asks softly, always sure to seek your consent.
“Yeah.” You tell him, soft and breathless. “Please.”
He smiles, love and desire swirling in his gaze, a heady combination. Hands bracing either side of you, Dick drags his cock against your aching pussy. You both moan in unison.
“Need to be inside you.” He murmurs against your cheek. “Please.”
You nod, and he lowers a hand and drags two knuckles over your damp panties. Your hips twitch, but he doesn’t linger to tease.
Dick eases your panties off, kissing your lifted legs as he does so. Then he’s back between your thighs, and he wastes no time.
His tip finds your entrance, and he pushes forward slowly. You gasp against his lips, hands gripping his biceps. “Thats it.” He sighs, nose brushing yours. “You can take me, baby. Just like that.”
The slow drag against your walls is torture, but it’s worth it when he finally bottoms out.
Dick holds still above you, letting you adjust. Then he’s slowly pulls all the way out, lets his tip nudge your clit, then thrusts back in. “Good?” He asks, sounding far too smug. Your answering moan spurs him on.
He finds a steady rhythm, slow and deep. His eyes stay on your face as he searches for the right angle.
Dick lowers one hand to grip your thigh, pushing your knees back towards the bed. The position brings him closer, deeper. He angles his hips and-
You cry out his name, each thrust sending waves of pleasure up your body. “Yeah?” He picks up his pace, fascinated by your pleasure, determined to make you come. “Like that?”
Your pleasure builds hot and fast, and all you can do is cling to him as he builds a relentless pace. His own breathing is heavy, and you can feel each of his moans reverberating through his chest and into yours.
Dick chokes out your name, and your orgasm hits you. White hot pleasure spills through your body, stars dancing behind your eyelids.
He slows down to work you through it, murmuring your name like a prayer.
When your gaze finds his again Dick begins to speed up, chasing his own release. He puts a hand on your lower stomach, eyes closing in pleasure when he feels himself filling you.
“Feel that?” He pants, pushing closer.
You nod, dazed as you watch him. “‘m so full.”
Your words wash over him, pushing him over the edge. Dick pushes in deep as he comes, feeling your walls clench around him.
His pace slows to a stop, and he holds himself still for a moment.
When his eyes flutter open and meet yours he smiles, unbearably fond. He pulls out of you, humming at your soft noise of protest.
“So pretty.” Dick murmurs, gaze on the mess between your thighs. He runs a finger between your folds, catching his dripping come.
He pushes his come back inside you with his finger, humming when you twitch around him.
Dick curls his finger, his eyes darting up to your face. When all he sees is pleasure he quickens his pace.
“Is that good, baby?” He coos, slowly fucking you with his finger. He brings his thumb to your clit, circling it while his finger curls.
Your second orgasm comes quickly, but it’s just as good as the first. He talks you through it with soft praises.
Dick shifts to lay beside you, and you curl into his open arms. “Okay?” He asks softly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
“Yeah.” You sigh, warm and content. His fingers trace absent patterns over your back.
“I’m sorry for ignoring you earlier.” Dick murmurs. You lift your head, ready to protest his apology, but he kisses you before you can get a word out.
“Let’s order dinner tonight.” He whispers against your lips. “Then maybe a movie?”
You laugh softly, “Only if you kiss me again.”
i’ve been playing so much tomodachi life over the past few days, this is my cutie dick
oh, but you’re good to me
In which Dick needs a hug.
cw: dick grayson x gn!reader, dick grayson is in dire need of therapy and a hug, hurt and comfort
a/n: my last post was about Dick comforting reader, so obviously i have to balance things out.
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There is nothing Dick hates more than making you worry about him. He loves you endlessly, and of course he trusts you with his secret identity, he just… he hates worrying you.
Even when his body feels broken, even when he feels like he’s on the verge of falling apart. He’s good at hiding it, at shoving the pain down deep inside himself where it festers.
hey wiggles my toes what if dink x gn reader who got slipped something in drink at bar and taking care of reader who is just so like: woah… stoned lololol
hi hi, thank you for the request :) i’m hoping i hit the mark 🫡
club rescue
cw: dick grayson x gn!reader, mentions of vomiting, drugs, alcohol.
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The club throbs around you. Lights, people, music, all melting together, beating in time with the growing pounding in your head.
Your last drink sours in the back of your throat. You don’t remember having enough for the ground to feel unsteady beneath your feet, but you must have, right?
Pulling your phone from your pocket, you cling to the bar as the screen swims in front of you. You struggle to open your messages, and it’s almost impossible to find Dick’s name in the haze.
Biting your cheek in concentration, nose in your phone, you find him finally. You smile in triumph, opening the chat and telling him you’re ready to be picked up.
Hi, I’m ready to go was the intended message.
H.., reafu t go is what Dick receives.
Proud of yourself for the accomplishment, you tuck your phone back into your bag, attention shifting back to the club. You keep a death grip on the edge of the bar, so as to not get swept away by the thrumming atmosphere.
It takes you several moments to notice the person leaning beside you. Talking to you.
“Hmm?” You blink, squinting. You know it’s not Dick, it’s not pretty enough to be Dick. And Dick smells nice, like that cologne you got him for his birthday. Dick doesn’t smell like sweat and cheap aftershave.
Dick doesn’t look at you like that, either.
The stranger reaches out, his hand settles on your waist. You still can’t hear hear him, but even in this state you’re smart enough to recognise the gleam in his eyes.
His gaze shifts to the bar, only briefly, but there’s enough malice in the glance to set off alarm bells in your foggy mind.
Your drink.
“I think I need some air.” Your words are slurred, but panic drives you onward. Pushing away from the bar, you stumble. The stranger grabs your wrist, too tight, and hauls you against him.
You try to shove him off, but his grip is too strong. He guides you across the club, moving through the bodies like he’s done this countless times before. The thought makes you feel sick.
The cold air outside hits you like a punch, stinging your lungs as you gulp it down desperately.
The man is hailing a taxi, distracted enough to loosen his hold on you. You lurch out of his arms, stumbling away. You think you might be crying.
You collide with someone and the impact makes your head ache. Mumbling a slurred apology, you push past and-
The smell of his cologne washes over you. Warm, safe. You stop, immediately, and his arms ease around your trembling body.
Dick doesn’t say anything yet, not even as you choke on a sob against his chest. His gaze is on the man fleeing into the cab, the sound of his address slipping out onto the street.
Dick has half the mind to go after him now, but no, later. Right now…
“Hey, hey…” His voice is unbearably gentle, breath warm against your ear. “You’re okay, I’m here.”
He keeps a solid arm around your shoulders as he gently guides you to where his car waits down the block. You’re inconsolable in his arms, the panic and the relief overwhelming.
Dick’s quick to get you settled in the passenger seat, crouching on the pavement as he holds a bottle of water to your lips.
Dick had known he’d be picking you up tonight. He’d been prepared to deal with the drunk you, to give you water and hold back your hair, and to nurse you through your hangover the next morning.
But then he got your text, and he panicked. You’re not irresponsible, to get so drunk when you’re out on your own.
So yeah, maybe he ran a red light to get to the club quicker. And maybe he spent the drive thinking of the worst case scenarios, but that doesn’t matter now. You’re here, you’re safe, and you’re probably going to have one hell of a night.
And sure enough, you’re only halfway back to your shared apartment when he’s swerving to the curb, and you’re hurtling out of the passenger seat to expel whatever toxins are thrumming through your body.
Dick’s by your side immediately, holding back your hair and rubbing your lower back. You lean against him, and he has no qualms about holding you up.
You make it back into his car, stomach settled, mind swirling. You haven’t gotten high since you were a teenager, one green out was one too many, but you swear this is what that feels like.
Dick almost laughs when he sees you with your nose pressed against the window, staring up at Bludhaven’s neon lights, but the what-ifs of the night weigh the sound down.
It’s an effort to get you upstairs and into the apartment. Dick ends up carrying you, his nose pressed to your temple as he whispers soft reassurances.
He sets up camp in the bathroom. A towel for your knees in front of the toilet, plenty of water, and some ibuprofen on standby.
For a while you’re okay, a little stoned, maybe. He holds you in his lap on the floor, leaning against the bathroom counter, as you go on and on about how much you love him.
Dick listens intently, combing your hair away from your forehead, gently rubbing your lower back. He’s vigilant, not knowing what was in your drink. The worry sits so thick in his throat he feels as though he might choke on it.
“You smell good.” You tell him, for the fifth time since planting yourself in his lap. He nods, a tender smile pulling at his lips.
“Do I?” He hums, to which you nod fervently. He settles the movement with his hand on the nape of your neck, not wanting you to get dizzy.
Dick’s free hand moves up, to brush his thumb across your chin. The tender motion brushes away anything else you might have babbled.
“You scared me.” He tells you gently. He’s not angry at you, never at you, but the shame still wells up.
As though sensing it, Dick pulls you closer. His lips are warm and soft against your forehead, a promise and a reminder all in one. He lets out a shaky exhale, his breath warm across your own lips as he presses his forehead to yours.
“I’m sorry.” You tell him, your gaze locked on the worry swirling in those beautiful blue eyes. His lashes flutter, captivating and unfairly long.
You watch his lips move for a beat, until you realise he’s speaking. “…feel sick?” Dick’s words are soft, more gentle than you’ve ever heard when he repeats what you didn’t hear. “Do you still feel sick?”
You nod faintly, still lost in the beauty that is him. Dick only sighs, guiding your forehead to his neck. He holds you there, tucked against him, slowly rubbing your back.
When you lurch against him minutes later he helps you to the toilet. He rests his forehead to your shoulder and holds your waist. “I love you.” Dick tells you, “You’re okay. You’ll be okay.”
When you’re done throwing up anything but spit Dick guides you to the shower, washing away the reminders of the night.
In bed he holds you, soothing each shiver with gentle words and soft touches. In the morning Dick’s ready with water and ibuprofen, and a gentle lecture about watching your own drink.
so full of love, i could barely eat
In which you bring Dick home.
pairing: dick grayson x gn!reader
cw: 18+ mdni, smut, established relationship, explicit sexual content (oral - m!receiving)
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You kiss each scar scattered across his stomach, tracking the constellations only you know. Beneath you Dick is still, quiet. His mind is far away, still lurking in the shadows of bludhaven.
He’s grown tan after the summer, the line beneath his hips stark after an impromptu trip to the beach. You kiss the contrast softly, easing his boxers down his thighs.

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crawling back to you
In which Dick seeks a warm body on a cold night.
cw: smut, some fluff, dick grayson is needy
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You knew it from the moment he crawled into bed.
Lidded eyes, shaggy hair still damp from the shower. He didn’t bother getting dressed, couldn’t see a point to it.
Dick still smells faintly of the city, the cold rust that comes with prowling Bludhaven’s streets. But underneath that is something so distinctly him.
You’re tired, pulled from the depths of sleep by his tender touches. His hand smooths up your back, over the curve of your hip. You sigh as his lips press warmly against your shoulder.
“Hi.” Dick’s voice carries a softness only you get to hear, tinged with a touch of heaviness.
You can tell he’s had a bad night. Winter’s been harsh on him. Punches hit a lot harder when you’re freezing your ass off.
Dick craves physical contact like it’s his tether to reality. He needs it. Needs the reminder that there’s something warm and soft in the world. Something that’s his.
His hands are tentative, his mouth leaving a trail of wet kisses cross your nape. He presses his body to your side like he’s seeking your warmth. The feel of him half hard against your thigh pulls you into lucidity.
“Hi.” Tender, like you know he needs to be cared for. “You okay?”
His response is a shaky exhale against your neck, a nudge of his nose as he nods. You read him easily. Physically yes, mentally maybe not so much.
You roll onto your back, and he easily takes up the space above you. He puts little effort into holding himself up, his weight pressing you into the mattress.
“Missed you baby.” The softness of your voice pulls a soft moan from his lips. He needs this, needs you.
His hair is soft when you lace your fingers through it, cupping the back of his head. You draw him in, watching his eyes flutter shut at the proximity.
Noses brushing together, his voice is a whisper against your lips. “Need you.”
You don’t hesitate to kiss him, mouth moving against his in a way that takes the weight of his shoulders. He lets you control the kiss, sinking further into you.
He’s fully hard now, hips nudging against you, his whimpers pouring into your mouth. Heat stirs in your belly, and when you wrap your legs around his waist he glides against your folds.
The kiss breaks as you both gasp. Dick stares at you like you hung the stars, and you feel as though you might have when his tip nudges your clit.
Stroking your fingers through his hair, you watch the pleasure on his face as he rocks against you. He looks worn, but softer now that he’s against you.
“Feels good, baby.” Your voice is a soft coo that has his hips stuttering. “‘m so wet.” He whimpers, trying with the least amount of effort to angle himself inside you. You pepper his face with kisses, your lips tugged in a smile.
“That’s it,” You sigh as his tip finally finds your entrance. “Need you baby.”
Dick curses softly, forehead falling against yours as his hips move in shallow thrusts. He’s aching for you, your body clenching on his tip like you’re trying to pull him in.
He groans softly, pushing into you in one slow thrust. You swear you see stars, can feel every thick inch of him from your toes to your fingertips.
Dick fits in you perfectly, like he was made to be there. He lies motionless for a moment, and you begin to think that maybe that was all it took to do him in. But then he’s rolling his hips, making you feel every drag of his throbbing cock against your walls.
“That’s it baby.” Your words are soft, but they’re what he needs to find the strength to keep going. Every thrust draws a soft noise from his lips, the sounds buried against your neck.
You can feel every inch of him as he moves, the friction tantalising. His hand finds yours beside your shoulder, fingers threading together. It’s intimate, and slow, the type of sex that feels heavy for all the right reasons. He’s exhausted, it’s evident in the way he barely lifts his hips to make love to you.
But he needs it, you know he does. So you urge him onto his back, settling yourself on his lap.
You watch his eyes roll into the back of his head, his throat bared to you as you slowly ride him. It’s easier for both of you this way.
He comes with a soft whimper, his back arching and his eyes fluttering shut. You chase your own release, before easing above him. He’s beautiful, hair a mess, eyes blissfully shut. You move off him and he moans, blinding reaching for you. He curls into your arms, far easier than a man his size should.
He falls asleep with your hand in his hair, whispering your name and his love against your skin.
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an: my first fic (yayy). this has been collecting dust in my notes app since forever, so i’m glad she’s finally seeing the light of day. pls pls feel free to interact :)
this has me losing my mindddd omg i love how you write dick like this is the exact kind of kind softness and tenderness he'd bring to an intimate relationship, that his desperate wanting would appear so gentle in the night, as some whispered need rather than boisterous display, which he has those moments too, but he's always been a much more softer romantic and goddd u did not shy away from that here :')
everything about this is so so so perfect too like the way you write is so gentle and warm, it really does feel like this love letter tucked under a pillow only to be read at blue hour or something it truly has me soooo enamored im desperately in love with his :'0
but also i haveee to speak on my favorite part because it captures such a beautiful detail of his character and of this softness that carries the entirety of this fic:
“Hi.” Dick’s voice carries a softness only you get to hear, tinged with a touch of heaviness. You can tell he’s had a bad night. Winter’s been harsh on him. Punches hit a lot harder when you’re freezing your ass off. Dick craves physical contact like it’s his tether to reality. He needs it. Needs the reminder that there’s something warm and soft in the world. Something that’s his. His hands are tentative, his mouth leaving a trail of wet kisses cross your nape. He presses his body to your side like he’s seeking your warmth. The feel of him half hard against your thigh pulls you into lucidity.
like the fact that he comes softly as a lover who wants to be buried in the arms of love and the warmth of that kind of devoted grace, and that he wants all this as a way to ground himself in reality, to not lose himself in the unraveling of his own mind's traps of the world ugh it's just so so so beautiful and the way u wrote it speaks so evidently to that kindness and tenderness im sooo in love :')
THIS IS SO SWEET
i’m so so glad you enjoyed it, you’ve made my whole week this is so nice 😭
crawling back to you
In which Dick seeks a warm body on a cold night.
cw: smut, some fluff, dick grayson is needy
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You knew it from the moment he crawled into bed.
Lidded eyes, shaggy hair still damp from the shower. He didn’t bother getting dressed, couldn’t see a point to it.
Dick still smells faintly of the city, the cold rust that comes with prowling Bludhaven’s streets. But underneath that is something so distinctly him.
You’re tired, pulled from the depths of sleep by his tender touches. His hand smooths up your back, over the curve of your hip. You sigh as his lips press warmly against your shoulder.
“Hi.” Dick’s voice carries a softness only you get to hear, tinged with a touch of heaviness.
You can tell he’s had a bad night. Winter’s been harsh on him. Punches hit a lot harder when you’re freezing your ass off.
Dick craves physical contact like it’s his tether to reality. He needs it. Needs the reminder that there’s something warm and soft in the world. Something that’s his.
His hands are tentative, his mouth leaving a trail of wet kisses cross your nape. He presses his body to your side like he’s seeking your warmth. The feel of him half hard against your thigh pulls you into lucidity.
“Hi.” Tender, like you know he needs to be cared for. “You okay?”
His response is a shaky exhale against your neck, a nudge of his nose as he nods. You read him easily. Physically yes, mentally maybe not so much.
You roll onto your back, and he easily takes up the space above you. He puts little effort into holding himself up, his weight pressing you into the mattress.
“Missed you baby.” The softness of your voice pulls a soft moan from his lips. He needs this, needs you.
His hair is soft when you lace your fingers through it, cupping the back of his head. You draw him in, watching his eyes flutter shut at the proximity.
Noses brushing together, his voice is a whisper against your lips. “Need you.”
You don’t hesitate to kiss him, mouth moving against his in a way that takes the weight of his shoulders. He lets you control the kiss, sinking further into you.
He’s fully hard now, hips nudging against you, his whimpers pouring into your mouth. Heat stirs in your belly, and when you wrap your legs around his waist he glides against your folds.
The kiss breaks as you both gasp. Dick stares at you like you hung the stars, and you feel as though you might have when his tip nudges your clit.
Stroking your fingers through his hair, you watch the pleasure on his face as he rocks against you. He looks worn, but softer now that he’s against you.
“Feels good, baby.” Your voice is a soft coo that has his hips stuttering. “‘m so wet.” He whimpers, trying with the least amount of effort to angle himself inside you. You pepper his face with kisses, your lips tugged in a smile.
“That’s it,” You sigh as his tip finally finds your entrance. “Need you baby.”
Dick curses softly, forehead falling against yours as his hips move in shallow thrusts. He’s aching for you, your body clenching on his tip like you’re trying to pull him in.
He groans softly, pushing into you in one slow thrust. You swear you see stars, can feel every thick inch of him from your toes to your fingertips.
Dick fits in you perfectly, like he was made to be there. He lies motionless for a moment, and you begin to think that maybe that was all it took to do him in. But then he’s rolling his hips, making you feel every drag of his throbbing cock against your walls.
“That’s it baby.” Your words are soft, but they’re what he needs to find the strength to keep going. Every thrust draws a soft noise from his lips, the sounds buried against your neck.
You can feel every inch of him as he moves, the friction tantalising. His hand finds yours beside your shoulder, fingers threading together. It’s intimate, and slow, the type of sex that feels heavy for all the right reasons. He’s exhausted, it’s evident in the way he barely lifts his hips to make love to you.
But he needs it, you know he does. So you urge him onto his back, settling yourself on his lap.
You watch his eyes roll into the back of his head, his throat bared to you as you slowly ride him. It’s easier for both of you this way.
He comes with a soft whimper, his back arching and his eyes fluttering shut. You chase your own release, before easing above him. He’s beautiful, hair a mess, eyes blissfully shut. You move off him and he moans, blinding reaching for you. He curls into your arms, far easier than a man his size should.
He falls asleep with your hand in his hair, whispering your name and his love against your skin.
—
an: my first fic (yayy). this has been collecting dust in my notes app since forever, so i’m glad she’s finally seeing the light of day. pls pls feel free to interact :)
pretend we're more than friends
dick grayson x fem reader
tags. journalist reader, best friends in luv, unrequited requited, detective dick cause i love him, subtle angst
— blatant repost from my old acc, title from lybmha by laufey :((
“I can’t make it to dinner tonight.”
Dick scratches the underside of his jaw, wincing when his nails ghost over the tender spot where he nicked himself shaving days earlier. Your stress comes crackling through the telephone’s shitty speaker as a staticky, crushed-glass sigh.
“Bad day at the office?”
oh my god this is so good
Chemicals Hit Like A Drug
dick grayson x fem!reader
aka dick takes matters into his own hands
warnings: smut, almost cheating but not quite
The bar isn’t as busy as you’d expect for a Friday night. There’s by no means any shortage of people, but you were expecting to have to weave in and out of the crowd and spill your drink on at least two people before you made it to your destination.
Rather, when your boyfriend opens the door ahead of you, the level of commotion amongst the regulars isn’t as unbearable as expected. He walks in first, leaving you to hold the door open for yourself. For all his good qualities, chivalry was never one of them.
He makes his way to the bar without any mind for whether or not you’re following, and orders himself one vodka sour. You know he knows your go-to drink, and you wonder if him not ordering it is his way of telling you there will be a separate bill. No, it probably hadn’t even crossed his mind to tell you as much.
You stand shoulder to shoulder at the bar counter as he sips on his drink, scanning around the room.
You clear your throat, “So um, should we split up or stick together?”
He nods blankly, “Yeah, sure.”
His gaze is already caught on a target across the bar, and you know that he neither heard nor cared to hear your words. You similarly don’t have it in you to care that he’s already walking away from you, instead opting to drown your concerns.
With a sigh, you find a seat at the bar and order yourself a drink.
You’re thirty seconds into this and it already doesn’t seem to be worth it. Having a threesome was your bright idea, and yeah, maybe it originated from a place that’s a little self-serving, but you weren’t prepared to have that turned back around on you. Are you just giving him the chance to fuck another girl, no consequences?
You take a big swig and look down at the remaining contents of the alcohol, swishing the drink around.
This was really nothing more than a desperate attempt to keep something going but you’re beginning to fear your man isn’t much of a relationship man at all. You don’t have to look across the bar to find where he went, you don’t need to because you already know exactly what he’s doing. And to no one’s surprise, he’s probably doing it without a thought in the world about you.
So now you’re starting to wonder if the whole relationship is worth all the trouble. He’d been charming and funny in the beginning—and he still is—but now you’re seeing all these other parts of him that you weren’t expecting. Maybe calling it quits after such a short time is cruel, but it’s also starting to feel like the only option.
“You alright?”
A voice breaks you away from your deliberation and has you turning to meet a pleasant surprise.
A man that you couldn’t have dreamed up stands next to you, bourbon in hand, with nothing short of kindness in his eyes.
You stutter, “Oh, I’m—um…yeah. I’m fine.”
He nods, looking around casually.
“You’re not here by yourself, are you?”
“Uh, no. I’m not.” You hear the words as they come out of your mouth and they sound genuinely disappointed.
You can’t be sure exactly how he interprets that but he holds his hand out in front of him.
“I’m Dick,” he tells you.
You take his hand, shaking it, before telling him your own name.
He smiles upon the reveal, holding onto your hand for just a second longer than he needs to.
Truthfully, you never specified whether this threesome was going to involve a girl or a guy, but you’d been hoping that you’ll be able to convince him. That’s why you let yourself entertain a conversation with a very attractive man that you know your boyfriend would be too intimidated by to even consider.
“So who are you here with then?”
You look over your shoulder, quickly finding your boyfriend chatting up a pretty girl in a revealing dress. You point him out just long enough for Dick to see who you mean but not long enough for you to really have to absorb the scene taking place.
Dick peers over your shoulder with a furrowed brow and a frown. “‘S that your friend?” he asks.
“Boyfriend,” you correct with a nod, but your eyes are on the floor.
Dick copies your nod, processing. “You been dating him long?”
You lull your head to the side, looking back up at him. “A little over a month.”
You can see his eyes brighten hearing that.
“Must not be very serious then.”
You work to suppress a smile. “What makes you say that?”
“He left you over here all alone,” he says, looking around.
Your eyes scan him over quickly, “I’m not alone.”
You glance over at your boyfriend again, and even from where you’re standing, you can tell that he’s not going to get anywhere. His body language is all wrong on multiple levels. “And he’s just…doing something, anyways.”
“Yes he is,” Dick says, following your gaze with a nearly concerned stare. “What…would you call that? What he’s doing.”
“Um…he’s making a friend…”
Dick seems to understand the implication of your words without any help. “Without you?” He looks at you again, smiling knowingly. “Or are you doing the same thing?”
“I…don’t know what I’m doing,” you confess. “I’ve never done this before.”
“I have,” he assures.
You smile, “I assumed.”
He tilts his head, “Is that an insult or a compliment?”
“Not sure yet.”
He smiles at that, boyish and genuine.
He leans up against the bar, relaxing even more.
“Does he take care of you?” he asks casually.
“Yeah,” you reply, trying to size up where he’s going with this.
The nod of his head mirrors yours. “Yeah? He nice to you?”
“Yeah…”
“Mhm. How’s he nice to you?”
You can feel the blood in your cheeks now. “He kisses me…”
“Yeah? Good. What else?”
There’s A String Tied to My Lower Left Rib, Third From The Bottom
dick grayson x afab!reader
aka the professional boyfriend
warnings: she/her pronouns used, reader wears dresses, sexual content at the end (18+)
Dick Grayson is a vigilante. He’s a master martial artist and gymnast. He’s something of a playboy and a heavy flirt. But the claim he really takes pride in is that he’s basically a professional boyfriend. That he’s your professional boyfriend.
And pride really is the right word. He’s so proud that he gets to have this pretty girl on his arm and buy her pretty things even when you insist you have enough. He loves getting to help you take your makeup off when you’re too tired and make you laugh like it’s his job. He’s absolutely gratified that he gets to be your prodigal, sweet boyfriend that, despite your protests, insisted on carrying all five of your shopping bags for you.
You step over an uneven stretch in the sidewalk and lean slightly against Dick’s shoulder. “I’m worried the navy one is too…much.” You say, thinking back to how the blue cocktail dress fit on you, how it stopped barely below your ass.
He furrows his eyebrows with a pout, “Too much?”
You look over at him, matching his expression. “It’s really short. I mean it’s cute and I like it, but…I don’t know, this is kind of a fancy event isn’t it?”
He puckers his lips, shaking his head. “Short’s good. I like short.” Yeah, you’d noticed with the way his eyes had been glued to the hem of your dress, willing it to slip up just a little more.
You laugh, “And I’m sure you and all the old businessmen will appreciate it greatly.”
His face drops at that, not thrilled at the prospect of those, usually very sleazy, old men getting to see so much of you. “The black one’s good too.”
You peer over into one of the bags, “Or there’s the red one with the—”
Dick shakes his head quickly, “Not red.”
You snicker at that, knowing full well what his problem is with it. “Then why did I get it?”
“Just for me.” He pauses, “Or for something my brother won’t be at.” He mumbles, scanning both sides of the street. He shuffles the bags in his right hand onto his forearm so he can take your hand in his as you step into the road. “No, the black one looked great on you. And we won’t have to go searching for a matching tie.”
Once you reach the other side he lets go of your hand and he circles behind you, nudging you over to the inside of the sidewalk.
You glance down at the row of bags littering his arms and the red indents beginning to mark his skin. “Will you please let me hold some?” You frown.
“Will you please hold my hand?” He echoes, matching your serious tone with faux urgency of his own. You deadpan him but take his hand anyway. You don’t notice it, but he’s got a dedicated gaze focused on your fingers intertwined in his.
You continue on down the street, hand in hand, the warm sun shining on your necks. You pick up the pace a bit as you approach your apartment building, aiming to get the door for your boyfriend. You reach for the handle only for Dick to call out, “Don’t touch that!” followed by him clamoring like you’re about to touch a hot coal, rushing over to beat you to the punch.
“Oh my god..” you mumble to yourself, biting back a smile. The bags haphazardly fall further down his arms, no doubt uncomfortably as he pulls the door open for you, pretending to be far more eloquent than he actually was. He gestures you in and smiles sweetly at you when you give him a flat look.
“What is wrong with you?” You ask, glancing over your shoulder at him with amusement glittering across your face as you dig for your keys.
“Not a thing.” He grins, watching with adoration as you open the apartment door. Frankly, you’re surprised he didn’t attempt to juggle the bags and unlock the door himself.

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