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every time i post content and it gets no likes in the first ten minutes i get so nervous like omg what if i accidentally posted a plate of hot garbage and everyone’s just being polite as they scroll past it and quietly blocking me 😂😭
Robins React To: “text your crush like you’re already together prank”
Pt 1// Dick & Tim
Tags: gaslighting, you’re kinda toxic in all of these sorry it’s the name of the game, reader wearing a dress and tights is mentioned in Dick’s
[FOR JASON & STEPHANIE CLICK HERE]
Dick Grayson
Catches on but is completely happy to go along with the charade. If you weren’t serious, too bad, you’re stuck with him now
Tim Drake
Goes along with it because he assumes he asked you out during an episode and just forgot about it (he stared at that ‘i love you’ for 10 minutes before replying. and then clumsily adding the emoji too bc you included one and he can’t let you think he doesn’t love you as much)
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y’all know how i deleted my draft for that last fic and started from scratch, well i’m sorry to say i did that to the imms chapter 4 draft as well. it was already at 3300 words…
hello! may i please request yan!nightwing/dick who's presenting us w/ an insane gift (like how cats bring ppl stuff they've hunted)? he probably wouldn't take it too well if we expressed anything less than satisfaction for it lol...
Don’t ask him how he got your blood… and definitely be happy with your gift!!
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Screaming My Damn Head Off How You Still Love Your Ex [PART 2]
Dick Grayson x reader || W/c: 3,419
Summary: After a gossip column drops a juicy article full of pictures of Nightwing kissing Batgirl, you decide to pack up and leave your cheating boyfriend. He doesn't seem to agree with that decision, however.
[READ PART 1 HERE]
Tags: hurt/comfort, cunnilingus, doggy, mating press, spanking, cockwarming, fudged dickbabs breakup with slight Barbara slander (literally just mentioning things she's done in canon media tho. Its not like I made this shit up), reader's wearing panties and got a pussy (which aren't gendered features but I digress), neither of you take your shirt off...
A/n: way too much pressure on me for this I literally wrote it then deleted it and rewrote it from scratch goddd. This fic is twice as long in my eyes oof... Also I'm sorry you're rocking the winnie-the-pooh fit the whole fic. It's Dick's t-shirt if that helps.
You were in nothing but a t-shirt and panties, but rushed to the door, too urgent to care. As you shakily opened it, Dick, who had been leaning on it with his forehead pressed to the wood, tumbled forward. He didn’t bother to catch himself, instead falling onto his hands and knees. That’s how you knew this was serious. Getting the acrobat to fall on the floor was no easy feat.
“Dick?” you called, and he looked up with frightened blue eyes, “Baby I need you to slow down your breathing, okay?”
He nodded shallowly but didn’t pant any slower. If anything, it sounded like he was spiraling faster, breaths becoming even more rapid. His hands curled into fists on the floor. You took a couple steps back and sat on the edge of the bed, getting closer to his level.
“Hey,” you said with the gentleness you would speak to a wounded animal with, “Eyes on me.”
The speed at which his head whipped back to you, giving in to your demand, made guilt pool in your stomach. The tears welled in his eyes. You could feel bile rising in your throat. You weren’t sure if you even cared if he was innocent or not, at this point. All your nervous system seemed to recognize right now was that your boy was in crisis mode, and you were mostly the cause of it.
Suddenly, Dick tried standing but didn’t even make it off the ground, stumbling. Too emotional to care, he wound up crawling to you, falling face forward into your calves. He clung to your legs like a lifeline.
“Y/N- PLEASE -I-I—”
He broke out in a sob again, head still too fuzzy to think about anything but you and the way you ran away from him, “-No”
He gripped your leg a little too tightly, bringing his face down to press frantic kisses to exposed skin, all the way down to your feet, “No no no no nooo,”
“Dick? Stop,”
He picked himself up, looking at your uncomfortable expression incredulously as tears continued to pour down his cheeks, “No.”
He then unceremoniously threw his face into your lap. He curved his whole body into you, crying into your lap like Cinderella cried into that bench before her fairy godmother came to save her.
You grit your teeth. Poor Dickie. Poor you. Just—fuck this whole situation.
You ran your hands through his hair, gently smoothing down the locks. His silky hair slipped through your fingers, so soft. His sobs almost turned into a coo, happy that you were finally touching him, comforting him.
A pang of bitterness hit you. Why were you feeling guilty right now when just hours ago you were in his position, crying your eyes out? You sobbed and wailed just like him. Except you didn’t have someone to comfort you.
There wasn’t supposed to be anything but rage left in you.
Dick started peppering desperate kisses on your inner thigh. Sloppy kisses, your legs were getting slick with both tears and spit. You were kinda glad you hadn’t had anything but a t-shirt on, as his lips caressed the sensitive spots of your bare skin.
“Please- jus lemme show you,” he whined, muffled by your thighs.
But god, how could you not feel guilt enough to eat you alive when you had to watch him pour his heart out like this. That’s Dick, Your Dickie, and you’ve reduced him to a puddle of tears. You’re willing to bet his heart hurts just as much as yours does right now.
You cupped his face, tipping his chin back to look at you again. He leaned into your touch, finally opening his long lashes encrusted with little droplets that shone like diamonds. But as soon as he saw your face looking down at him in concern, it just triggered more tears.
“Why,” he croaked, “How- could you even think I- I would- could do that to you,”
Anger at the situation flashed in you again, “Dick. There was plain evidence! How was I supposed to just calmly wait for you come home and explain yourself?”
Crying or not this man had no right to insinuate that you over-reacted. If anything, you probably should’ve keyed his car and slashed his tires on the way out too.
But he was literally on his knees ugly crying right now. Either he’s innocent or he deserves to win an oscar for this performance.
“I know you didn’t do it, but you cannot act like I’m in the wrong here, Richard,”
He reluctantly pulled away from your lap, sniffling as he scrubbed the tears from his eyes. His blue eyes met yours in a horribly desperate plea, “Check the metadata,”
“Babe, I already told you I don’t think you did it—”
“Just check the metadataaa,” he choked back another sob, “I need you to see,”
You didn’t really want to push him out of your lap, but you did have to go and find your laptop in your bag. When you turned back around, Dick was on the bed, tucking his legs to his chest, sniffling almost pathetically. You grabbed a tissue box off the empty motel shelf, handing it to him before taking your seat beside him. He graciously took it, and not so gracefully blew an entire schnoz full of snot into the tissues while you downloaded the pictures.
Digging into their files, Dick was right. Those shots were taken months before he had even met you.
You felt Dick tiredly lean into you, laying his head in the crook of your shoulder.
“See?” he mumbled.
Your hand came to rest in his hair again, “Yeah, Dickie, I see…”
You two sat in silence, staring at the metadata listed along with the images, just soaking in the reality of the situation.
It was laughable, at this point, but you couldn’t find it in you to think this is funny in any way of the sort. Dick ‘s hand bumped yours out of the way of the trackpad, taking over to close the images, and delete the files. He even went as far as empty the trash bin.
“There, gone forever, and you never have to even think about them ever again!”
“Thanks…” you said distantly.
You turned your face, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
“Reparations...”
“Um,” Dick straightened up, looking you in the eyes to pout, “I believe I’m suing for wayyy more in damages than that,”
Shoving the laptop away, Dick pounced on you. He had you pinned down to the bed in a moment, immediately attacking your neck. His stubble tickled against your sensitive skin.
“Dickie,”
He begrudgingly stopped sucking a fresh hickey under your jaw, eyes meeting yours in question.
“I’m sorry for scaring you,” you pressed a soft kiss to his mouth, Dick chasing you with his lips as you pulled away to speak again, “But in my defense, you scared me.”
“I know,” he said under his breath in a defeated tone, “I’m more relieved than angry right now, though,”
“Angry?”
Dick pulled you into his lap. You happily wrapped your legs around him. His hands found your hips, holding a little too tightly, like he was afraid you might turn into smoke and disappear.
“With the gutter press, lovebug, not you,”
He captured your lips again, needier, hungrier, and you met him there, accidentally bumping your noses at one point. Deepening the kiss to his liking, Dick’s tongue invaded your mouth, taking no prisoners. The delicious feeling of his wet muscle sliding over yours was as addictive as always. You could sit there forever spit-swapping, but eventually you had to come up for air.
Breathless, you teased, “Did you brush your teeth before you left to find me? You taste minty,”
“Yeah,” he huffed, “Had to. Kinda vomited when I released you were gone,”
The only thing you could really say about that was kissing him again.
Dick melted into you, dragging his chapped lips over yours unhurried. He kissed you deeply, slowly. Just savoring the fact that you were back in his arms. That was where you should always be.
Dick shifted underneath you, inadvertently bringing your attention to his hard-on. You ground down on him, earning you a groan.
“Wait—mmmph— baby,” he pulled back with a long sigh, “we still need to talk,”
You ignored him, still rubbing up against his length. He grit his teeth, hissing as he squeezed your hips in warning.
“Sorry,” you said as you stilled in his lap. He could tell, you weren’t sorry.
“I don’t know how to say this. Uh. I’m sorry about the whole ‘Nightwing’ thing. And all the secretive behavior. I promise I didn’t do it out of distrust or anything. I don’t- I really don’t even like, believe in that whole ‘for your protection’ bit. It’s just one of Bruce’s policies that I still follow subconsciously, and I hate that. I really do—”
“I’ve known the whole time,” you sheepishly declared.
“WHAT.”
“I’m sorry Dick,” you paused for dramatic effect, “but the butts match,”
“Oh, shut up,” he rolled his eyes playfully.
“Kidding,” you pecked his nose, “but seriously? You accidentally left a glove at my place, like, the first time we hung out, just the two of us,”
“Oh,” Dick processed it, “Oh... So the whole time you were out chasing vigilante tail, huh?”
“Oh yes, because a man covered in bruises who cancels dates all the time and stays out all night and might not make it home alive on any given day is totally the pinochle of hotness. Prime Husband Material.”
“Damn right,” he teased, but then his smile dropped, “You’ve been doing all that worrying about me… and I didn’t even know... I don’t like that.”
“Well,” you leaned back into him, “It’s just the price of loving you,”
Judging by the way you felt something twitch in between your bodies, that was the right thing to say. The way he kissed you was fast and hot, like he needed you more than air all of a sudden. And honestly, you did too. It’s not every morning you find out your boyfriend isn’t cheating on you.
Those pictures were so… so…
He was holding her just like this…
Surprisingly yourself, tears pricked at your eyes again. God, you thought you were done crying about the damn pictures by now. But apparently the thought of Dick in the arms of a certain redhead was all it took to restart the waterworks.
Dick gently wiped the tears from your cheeks, but it wasn’t enough. You had to pull away.
“I—” it was hard to vocalize this, but it needed saying, “I thought you were bored of me—”
“Baby, I would never—”
“Dick you don’t get it. She’s a genius, and beautiful and I- I’m just me Dick,”
“You’re so smart and drop dead gorgeous, Y/n, don’t compare yourse—”
“No! Don’t you even start with that, Dick. I have eyes! And you’re right, I am smart. Smart enough to know that someone like Batgirl would be a much better fit for you,”
He could tell that that ‘Dick’ wasn’t just you saying his name.
“Okay,” Dick said a little too intensely, with a twitch in his eye, “If you don’t want to believe me about how much of a catch you are, how about I tell you a reason why I would never go back to Babs? You know, other than the fact that you’re my literal soulmate and if I lose you, I’m gonna Lose My Marbles.”
You nodded gingerly, egging him to continue.
“You just said you’ve known this whole time, right? And you don’t want to change me?”
You shook your head, “No…”
“Don’t want to domesticate me? Don’t want to declaw me and keep me as a house pet?”
“I- No!”
“Well Barabara does.”
“Oh…” was all you could say.
“You ever notice how she doesn’t go out much anymore?” it was clear that by ‘go out’ he definitely didn’t mean ladies night at the club, “She wanted me to stop too. Wanted me to ‘find me real self.’ Told me that if she took away my suit and my work then I wouldn’t know who I was. And apparently ‘her boyfriend’ wasn’t a good enough answer.”
Dick worried his lip for a moment, “But this is my real self,” you could feel him clenching his fist by your hip, “And you’ve never asked for anything but me.”
“…Is my boyfriend a good enough answer?” you asked quietly.
Suddenly you were on your back, having your panties pulled down your legs. Dick caught one of your legs, kissing from your foot to your inner thigh. Head between your legs, he blew hot breath over your sex, teasing.
“Actually,” he said lowly, “Ideally, the title would be Your Husband, but I’ll take what I can get for now.”
You pushed yourself back up onto your elbows. Spreading your soft thighs apart with his callused hands, a devilish smile graced his features as he got a better look at you. Dick pressed a reverent kiss to your clit, pulling back in time to watch your pussy flutter around nothing.
“Any more questions and concerns?”
“I—uh, no? Not that I can think of…”
“Good,” Dick licked a stripe through your folds, “I’m not going be able to answer for a hot minute,”
If you thought Dick’s tongue was a beast in your mouth, he was even more aggressive in your cunt. Yeesh. That man has your writhing in his grasp every time he goes down on you, and this was no exception. Head from Dick Grayson was heaven.
Dick was sloppily making out with your cunt, the spitty noises obscene. You whined as he suddenly stopped, just for him to insert two fingers back into your cunt while his lips found themselves around your clit. He sucked your clit like a thick milkshake, curling his fingers just right, and you gasped.
“Dick,”
“Mmm?”
“Dick stop,” You strung your fingers into his hair, pulling on the locks in an attempt to get him away from your swollen pussy, “Gonna come,”
He begrudgingly pulled away with strands of saliva and your juices. Pupils blown wide, the whole bottom half of his face was sticky with your slick, all stuck in his stubble. He took the two fingers that were inside you and sucked them ‘clean’ in his mouth but, ah, again he’s covered in the stuff, not sure how that helps.
You looked at Dick. Dick looked at you. And then you were being turned around and shoved face-first into a pillow as Dick speared you on his cock.
He had a death-grip on your hips again, yanking them along with his thrusts. The pace was brutal, way too fast and hard, almost knocking the air out of your lungs.
“You really just saw—nghh—just saw those damn pictures and—” he pulled out nearly all the way, slamming back in just as his tip began slipping out, making you both moan, “And you just didn’t check to see if they were photoshopped or AI or—” he slammed back into you again “Fucking old as balls?!”
“I’m ssrryyy,” you mumbled against the pillow.
He spanked the fat of your ass cheek, making it ripple, “Yeah, you’re gonna be sorry,”
“MMPH—” You pushed your face further into the pillow as you came around his cock.
“God, Y/n…” You were taking him so well, pussy spasming as he fucked you through it.
Between the sounds of skin slapping on skin as Dick’s pelvis met your ass, and a complete lack of effort on both of your parts to keep the moaning and groaning at a low volume level, you were sure the people in the neighboring motel rooms were not very fond of you two at the moment. Who wants to wake up at 5am to the sound of a couple going at it? Unfortunate for them.
Dick picked you up like you weighed nothing, flipping you around once more. Grabbing your leg, he again pressed a kiss to your skin in a moment of tenderness before bending it up and practically folding you in half in the meanest mating press. Dick kissed your neck in consolation, delivering sweetness while he continued to fuck your wet heat.
“You’re so tight, baby,” he whined, tucking his face into your shoulder, “so good for me,”
Squelching noises continued to fill the air as Dick kept driving himself in and out of you, but Dick himself was surprisingly quiet for a moment. Crystal droplets rolled down your shoulder, turning the fabric of your t-shirt dark, and you realized he was crying again. He broke his silence to sob in your ear.
“I almost lost yo—" his voice cracked, “I love you so much I—” he broke off in a sob.
“I love you too, Dickie,” you soothed, “I love you, I love you, I love you…”
His hips stuttered with your admission. Close, he was so, so close. Dick started rubbing desperate circles on your clit. Being inside you felt so good, and he needed you to feel so good too.
Dick whimpered, “Please please please just one more. Give me one more before I— MMPPHH!"
He got his wish, you came hard, crying his name and milking his cock for all it was worth. His hips slammed into you one last time as he spilled his seed deep inside you.
Dick dropped your legs as you both recovered, panting in each other’s faces. He moved to pull out, but you dug your heels into his back to stop him.
“No, keep it inside…”
Well, if you asked him then why shouldn’t he? Dick rolled over to the side, staying entangled in your embrace but no longer in danger of crushing you. He hiked your leg over his hip, keeping your pelvis flush with his and his cock snugly inside of you.
“This was a good idea, Y/n…” he smiled as his hand absentmindedly kneaded the fat of your ass, “Let’s me feel you. Know you’re still with me,”
Something tells you that you aren’t going to be leaving his arms anytime soon. He’ll be like clingwrap all week.
Your eyes drooped, the adrenaline of the night finally running out. Dick ran his thumb over your cheekbones, admiring you slowly like he had all the time in the world (you had to be out of this room by eleven).
“Another thing about Barbara?” Dick’s voice was quiet and soft.
“Yeah?”
“She slept with my dad.”
“Oh my god…” you were way too sleepy to be processing this.
“Fucked My Fucking Dad,”
“I think we need to go to sleep now,” you giggled.
“Just making sure you know I would never go back to her,” he grinned.
“Jesus…”
He kept tenderly stroking your face, lulling you to sleep. Considering how bad this fight had started, you took a moment to be thankful for where you were, pressed into Dick, hip to hip and chest to chest and full of him. Being with him made even this terrible motel bed feel like you were floating on a cloud. And you almost lost that. That feeling of safety you felt in his arms.
You were almost adrift into dreamland when you felt Dick tap your cheekbone.
“Hhm?”
His hand drifted around your back, gently massaging and not helping you stay awake to hear what he had to say at all, “I love you.”
“I love you Dickie…” and then you were out.
Dick fought the urge to close his own eyes, wanting to take a moment to savor how peaceful you looked. He couldn’t stand it if you had gone to bed mad at him.
He tries not to think about how lucky he is, how terrible tonight could have gone if you weren’t so patient with him, if you hadn’t loved him enough to give him opportunities to show you he was loyal, that this was all some sick misunderstanding manufactured by a bunch of greedy snakes. Instead, he thinks about how soft your skin feels under his fingertips, and how warm you feel wrapped around him. That’s all he needs right now: You.
Now that he had you, all the burden of the day fell off his shoulders and it was easy, falling asleep. Good Night, Wing.
Bruh babs never slept with Batman. they never canonically had a relationship. The killing joke movie was a fetish the creators had 😂😂😂😂 also dick LOVES babs more than anything.
ah, you’re the follower i lost when i posted that 😂
okay so when i said ‘canon media’ i meant ‘anything officially put out by dc and not a fanwork’ not ‘the one true canon timeline guys we swear we aren’t going to change our minds this time’ which you’re talking about. which annoys me purely bc i worded it ‘canon media’ instead of just ‘canon’ specifically for this reason! lol
anyway, i was actually referring to the reason 00’s dcau dickbabs broke up. bruce got her pregnant. (this is a panel from the batman beyond comics)
second part of this ask is funny tho like… did you want me to write him saying “wait, you’re making some good points here. barbara is a goddess and i should go back to her. okay bye bitch 👋” and walk right back out of the motel instead?
go read a ‘threesome’ fic where you’re in the cuck chair and they don’t really acknowledge your presence, i guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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i actually didn’t intend for there to be any actual smut in that part so if you are one of the people who hate when fics have smut, i’m sorry, i tried. i really did the first go around. but like, at least it’s realistic. you try having an emotional conversation with a guy without him trying to turn it into sex 😂
Screaming My Damn Head Off How You Still Love Your Ex [PART 2]
Dick Grayson x reader || W/c: 3,419
Summary: After a gossip column drops a juicy article full of pictures of Nightwing kissing Batgirl, you decide to pack up and leave your cheating boyfriend. He doesn't seem to agree with that decision, however.
[READ PART 1 HERE]
Tags: hurt/comfort, cunnilingus, doggy, mating press, spanking, cockwarming, fudged dickbabs breakup with slight Barbara slander (literally just mentioning things she's done in canon media tho. Its not like I made this shit up), reader's wearing panties and got a pussy (which aren't gendered features but I digress), neither of you take your shirt off...
A/n: way too much pressure on me for this I literally wrote it then deleted it and rewrote it from scratch goddd. This fic is twice as long in my eyes oof... Also I'm sorry you're rocking the winnie-the-pooh fit the whole fic. It's Dick's t-shirt if that helps.
You were in nothing but a t-shirt and panties, but rushed to the door, too urgent to care. As you shakily opened it, Dick, who had been leaning on it with his forehead pressed to the wood, tumbled forward. He didn’t bother to catch himself, instead falling onto his hands and knees. That’s how you knew this was serious. Getting the acrobat to fall on the floor was no easy feat.
“Dick?” you called, and he looked up with frightened blue eyes, “Baby I need you to slow down your breathing, okay?”
He nodded shallowly but didn’t pant any slower. If anything, it sounded like he was spiraling faster, breaths becoming even more rapid. His hands curled into fists on the floor. You took a couple steps back and sat on the edge of the bed, getting closer to his level.
“Hey,” you said with the gentleness you would speak to a wounded animal with, “Eyes on me.”
The speed at which his head whipped back to you, giving in to your demand, made guilt pool in your stomach. The tears welled in his eyes. You could feel bile rising in your throat. You weren’t sure if you even cared if he was innocent or not, at this point. All your nervous system seemed to recognize right now was that your boy was in crisis mode, and you were mostly the cause of it.
Suddenly, Dick tried standing but didn’t even make it off the ground, stumbling. Too emotional to care, he wound up crawling to you, falling face forward into your calves. He clung to your legs like a lifeline.
“Y/N- PLEASE -I-I—”
He broke out in a sob again, head still too fuzzy to think about anything but you and the way you ran away from him, “-No”
He gripped your leg a little too tightly, bringing his face down to press frantic kisses to exposed skin, all the way down to your feet, “No no no no nooo,”
“Dick? Stop,”
He picked himself up, looking at your uncomfortable expression incredulously as tears continued to pour down his cheeks, “No.”
He then unceremoniously threw his face into your lap. He curved his whole body into you, crying into your lap like Cinderella cried into that bench before her fairy godmother came to save her.
You grit your teeth. Poor Dickie. Poor you. Just—fuck this whole situation.
You ran your hands through his hair, gently smoothing down the locks. His silky hair slipped through your fingers, so soft. His sobs almost turned into a coo, happy that you were finally touching him, comforting him.
A pang of bitterness hit you. Why were you feeling guilty right now when just hours ago you were in his position, crying your eyes out? You sobbed and wailed just like him. Except you didn’t have someone to comfort you.
There wasn’t supposed to be anything but rage left in you.
Dick started peppering desperate kisses on your inner thigh. Sloppy kisses, your legs were getting slick with both tears and spit. You were kinda glad you hadn’t had anything but a t-shirt on, as his lips caressed the sensitive spots of your bare skin.
“Please- jus lemme show you,” he whined, muffled by your thighs.
But god, how could you not feel guilt enough to eat you alive when you had to watch him pour his heart out like this. That’s Dick, Your Dickie, and you’ve reduced him to a puddle of tears. You’re willing to bet his heart hurts just as much as yours does right now.
You cupped his face, tipping his chin back to look at you again. He leaned into your touch, finally opening his long lashes encrusted with little droplets that shone like diamonds. But as soon as he saw your face looking down at him in concern, it just triggered more tears.
“Why,” he croaked, “How- could you even think I- I would- could do that to you,”
Anger at the situation flashed in you again, “Dick. There was plain evidence! How was I supposed to just calmly wait for you come home and explain yourself?”
Crying or not this man had no right to insinuate that you over-reacted. If anything, you probably should’ve keyed his car and slashed his tires on the way out too.
But he was literally on his knees ugly crying right now. Either he’s innocent or he deserves to win an oscar for this performance.
“I know you didn’t do it, but you cannot act like I’m in the wrong here, Richard,”
He reluctantly pulled away from your lap, sniffling as he scrubbed the tears from his eyes. His blue eyes met yours in a horribly desperate plea, “Check the metadata,”
“Babe, I already told you I don’t think you did it—”
“Just check the metadataaa,” he choked back another sob, “I need you to see,”
You didn’t really want to push him out of your lap, but you did have to go and find your laptop in your bag. When you turned back around, Dick was on the bed, tucking his legs to his chest, sniffling almost pathetically. You grabbed a tissue box off the empty motel shelf, handing it to him before taking your seat beside him. He graciously took it, and not so gracefully blew an entire schnoz full of snot into the tissues while you downloaded the pictures.
Digging into their files, Dick was right. Those shots were taken months before he had even met you.
You felt Dick tiredly lean into you, laying his head in the crook of your shoulder.
“See?” he mumbled.
Your hand came to rest in his hair again, “Yeah, Dickie, I see…”
You two sat in silence, staring at the metadata listed along with the images, just soaking in the reality of the situation.
It was laughable, at this point, but you couldn’t find it in you to think this is funny in any way of the sort. Dick ‘s hand bumped yours out of the way of the trackpad, taking over to close the images, and delete the files. He even went as far as empty the trash bin.
“There, gone forever, and you never have to even think about them ever again!”
“Thanks…” you said distantly.
You turned your face, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
“Reparations...”
“Um,” Dick straightened up, looking you in the eyes to pout, “I believe I’m suing for wayyy more in damages than that,”
Shoving the laptop away, Dick pounced on you. He had you pinned down to the bed in a moment, immediately attacking your neck. His stubble tickled against your sensitive skin.
“Dickie,”
He begrudgingly stopped sucking a fresh hickey under your jaw, eyes meeting yours in question.
“I’m sorry for scaring you,” you pressed a soft kiss to his mouth, Dick chasing you with his lips as you pulled away to speak again, “But in my defense, you scared me.”
“I know,” he said under his breath in a defeated tone, “I’m more relieved than angry right now, though,”
“Angry?”
Dick pulled you into his lap. You happily wrapped your legs around him. His hands found your hips, holding a little too tightly, like he was afraid you might turn into smoke and disappear.
“With the gutter press, lovebug, not you,”
He captured your lips again, needier, hungrier, and you met him there, accidentally bumping your noses at one point. Deepening the kiss to his liking, Dick’s tongue invaded your mouth, taking no prisoners. The delicious feeling of his wet muscle sliding over yours was as addictive as always. You could sit there forever spit-swapping, but eventually you had to come up for air.
Breathless, you teased, “Did you brush your teeth before you left to find me? You taste minty,”
“Yeah,” he huffed, “Had to. Kinda vomited when I released you were gone,”
The only thing you could really say about that was kissing him again.
Dick melted into you, dragging his chapped lips over yours unhurried. He kissed you deeply, slowly. Just savoring the fact that you were back in his arms. That was where you should always be.
Dick shifted underneath you, inadvertently bringing your attention to his hard-on. You ground down on him, earning you a groan.
“Wait—mmmph— baby,” he pulled back with a long sigh, “we still need to talk,”
You ignored him, still rubbing up against his length. He grit his teeth, hissing as he squeezed your hips in warning.
“Sorry,” you said as you stilled in his lap. He could tell, you weren’t sorry.
“I don’t know how to say this. Uh. I’m sorry about the whole ‘Nightwing’ thing. And all the secretive behavior. I promise I didn’t do it out of distrust or anything. I don’t- I really don’t even like, believe in that whole ‘for your protection’ bit. It’s just one of Bruce’s policies that I still follow subconsciously, and I hate that. I really do—”
“I’ve known the whole time,” you sheepishly declared.
“WHAT.”
“I’m sorry Dick,” you paused for dramatic effect, “but the butts match,”
“Oh, shut up,” he rolled his eyes playfully.
“Kidding,” you pecked his nose, “but seriously? You accidentally left a glove at my place, like, the first time we hung out, just the two of us,”
“Oh,” Dick processed it, “Oh... So the whole time you were out chasing vigilante tail, huh?”
“Oh yes, because a man covered in bruises who cancels dates all the time and stays out all night and might not make it home alive on any given day is totally the pinochle of hotness. Prime Husband Material.”
“Damn right,” he teased, but then his smile dropped, “You’ve been doing all that worrying about me… and I didn’t even know... I don’t like that.”
“Well,” you leaned back into him, “It’s just the price of loving you,”
Judging by the way you felt something twitch in between your bodies, that was the right thing to say. The way he kissed you was fast and hot, like he needed you more than air all of a sudden. And honestly, you did too. It’s not every morning you find out your boyfriend isn’t cheating on you.
Those pictures were so… so…
He was holding her just like this…
Surprisingly yourself, tears pricked at your eyes again. God, you thought you were done crying about the damn pictures by now. But apparently the thought of Dick in the arms of a certain redhead was all it took to restart the waterworks.
Dick gently wiped the tears from your cheeks, but it wasn’t enough. You had to pull away.
“I—” it was hard to vocalize this, but it needed saying, “I thought you were bored of me—”
“Baby, I would never—”
“Dick you don’t get it. She’s a genius, and beautiful and I- I’m just me Dick,”
“You’re so smart and drop dead gorgeous, Y/n, don’t compare yourse—”
“No! Don’t you even start with that, Dick. I have eyes! And you’re right, I am smart. Smart enough to know that someone like Batgirl would be a much better fit for you,”
He could tell that that ‘Dick’ wasn’t just you saying his name.
“Okay,” Dick said a little too intensely, with a twitch in his eye, “If you don’t want to believe me about how much of a catch you are, how about I tell you a reason why I would never go back to Babs? You know, other than the fact that you’re my literal soulmate and if I lose you, I’m gonna Lose My Marbles.”
You nodded gingerly, egging him to continue.
“You just said you’ve known this whole time, right? And you don’t want to change me?”
You shook your head, “No…”
“Don’t want to domesticate me? Don’t want to declaw me and keep me as a house pet?”
“I- No!”
“Well Barabara does.”
“Oh…” was all you could say.
“You ever notice how she doesn’t go out much anymore?” it was clear that by ‘go out’ he definitely didn’t mean ladies night at the club, “She wanted me to stop too. Wanted me to ‘find me real self.’ Told me that if she took away my suit and my work then I wouldn’t know who I was. And apparently ‘her boyfriend’ wasn’t a good enough answer.”
Dick worried his lip for a moment, “But this is my real self,” you could feel him clenching his fist by your hip, “And you’ve never asked for anything but me.”
“…Is my boyfriend a good enough answer?” you asked quietly.
Suddenly you were on your back, having your panties pulled down your legs. Dick caught one of your legs, kissing from your foot to your inner thigh. Head between your legs, he blew hot breath over your sex, teasing.
“Actually,” he said lowly, “Ideally, the title would be Your Husband, but I’ll take what I can get for now.”
You pushed yourself back up onto your elbows. Spreading your soft thighs apart with his callused hands, a devilish smile graced his features as he got a better look at you. Dick pressed a reverent kiss to your clit, pulling back in time to watch your pussy flutter around nothing.
“Any more questions and concerns?”
“I—uh, no? Not that I can think of…”
“Good,” Dick licked a stripe through your folds, “I’m not going be able to answer for a hot minute,”
If you thought Dick’s tongue was a beast in your mouth, he was even more aggressive in your cunt. Yeesh. That man has your writhing in his grasp every time he goes down on you, and this was no exception. Head from Dick Grayson was heaven.
Dick was sloppily making out with your cunt, the spitty noises obscene. You whined as he suddenly stopped, just for him to insert two fingers back into your cunt while his lips found themselves around your clit. He sucked your clit like a thick milkshake, curling his fingers just right, and you gasped.
“Dick,”
“Mmm?”
“Dick stop,” You strung your fingers into his hair, pulling on the locks in an attempt to get him away from your swollen pussy, “Gonna come,”
He begrudgingly pulled away with strands of saliva and your juices. Pupils blown wide, the whole bottom half of his face was sticky with your slick, all stuck in his stubble. He took the two fingers that were inside you and sucked them ‘clean’ in his mouth but, ah, again he’s covered in the stuff, not sure how that helps.
You looked at Dick. Dick looked at you. And then you were being turned around and shoved face-first into a pillow as Dick speared you on his cock.
He had a death-grip on your hips again, yanking them along with his thrusts. The pace was brutal, way too fast and hard, almost knocking the air out of your lungs.
“You really just saw—nghh—just saw those damn pictures and—” he pulled out nearly all the way, slamming back in just as his tip began slipping out, making you both moan, “And you just didn’t check to see if they were photoshopped or AI or—” he slammed back into you again “Fucking old as balls?!”
“I’m ssrryyy,” you mumbled against the pillow.
He spanked the fat of your ass cheek, making it ripple, “Yeah, you’re gonna be sorry,”
“MMPH—” You pushed your face further into the pillow as you came around his cock.
“God, Y/n…” You were taking him so well, pussy spasming as he fucked you through it.
Between the sounds of skin slapping on skin as Dick’s pelvis met your ass, and a complete lack of effort on both of your parts to keep the moaning and groaning at a low volume level, you were sure the people in the neighboring motel rooms were not very fond of you two at the moment. Who wants to wake up at 5am to the sound of a couple going at it? Unfortunate for them.
Dick picked you up like you weighed nothing, flipping you around once more. Grabbing your leg, he again pressed a kiss to your skin in a moment of tenderness before bending it up and practically folding you in half in the meanest mating press. Dick kissed your neck in consolation, delivering sweetness while he continued to fuck your wet heat.
“You’re so tight, baby,” he whined, tucking his face into your shoulder, “so good for me,”
Squelching noises continued to fill the air as Dick kept driving himself in and out of you, but Dick himself was surprisingly quiet for a moment. Crystal droplets rolled down your shoulder, turning the fabric of your t-shirt dark, and you realized he was crying again. He broke his silence to sob in your ear.
“I almost lost yo—" his voice cracked, “I love you so much I—” he broke off in a sob.
“I love you too, Dickie,” you soothed, “I love you, I love you, I love you…”
His hips stuttered with your admission. Close, he was so, so close. Dick started rubbing desperate circles on your clit. Being inside you felt so good, and he needed you to feel so good too.
Dick whimpered, “Please please please just one more. Give me one more before I— MMPPHH!"
He got his wish, you came hard, crying his name and milking his cock for all it was worth. His hips slammed into you one last time as he spilled his seed deep inside you.
Dick dropped your legs as you both recovered, panting in each other’s faces. He moved to pull out, but you dug your heels into his back to stop him.
“No, keep it inside…”
Well, if you asked him then why shouldn’t he? Dick rolled over to the side, staying entangled in your embrace but no longer in danger of crushing you. He hiked your leg over his hip, keeping your pelvis flush with his and his cock snugly inside of you.
“This was a good idea, Y/n…” he smiled as his hand absentmindedly kneaded the fat of your ass, “Let’s me feel you. Know you’re still with me,”
Something tells you that you aren’t going to be leaving his arms anytime soon. He’ll be like clingwrap all week.
Your eyes drooped, the adrenaline of the night finally running out. Dick ran his thumb over your cheekbones, admiring you slowly like he had all the time in the world (you had to be out of this room by eleven).
“Another thing about Barbara?” Dick’s voice was quiet and soft.
“Yeah?”
“She slept with my dad.”
“Oh my god…” you were way too sleepy to be processing this.
“Fucked My Fucking Dad,”
“I think we need to go to sleep now,” you giggled.
“Just making sure you know I would never go back to her,” he grinned.
“Jesus…”
He kept tenderly stroking your face, lulling you to sleep. Considering how bad this fight had started, you took a moment to be thankful for where you were, pressed into Dick, hip to hip and chest to chest and full of him. Being with him made even this terrible motel bed feel like you were floating on a cloud. And you almost lost that. That feeling of safety you felt in his arms.
You were almost adrift into dreamland when you felt Dick tap your cheekbone.
“Hhm?”
His hand drifted around your back, gently massaging and not helping you stay awake to hear what he had to say at all, “I love you.”
“I love you Dickie…” and then you were out.
Dick fought the urge to close his own eyes, wanting to take a moment to savor how peaceful you looked. He couldn’t stand it if you had gone to bed mad at him.
He tries not to think about how lucky he is, how terrible tonight could have gone if you weren’t so patient with him, if you hadn’t loved him enough to give him opportunities to show you he was loyal, that this was all some sick misunderstanding manufactured by a bunch of greedy snakes. Instead, he thinks about how soft your skin feels under his fingertips, and how warm you feel wrapped around him. That’s all he needs right now: You.
Now that he had you, all the burden of the day fell off his shoulders and it was easy, falling asleep. Good Night, Wing.
