#night wing

fem!reader x dick grayson

Dick loves matching with you. If this man were to match bras with you. He would.

He once matched ugly sweaters for a family dinner and Jason couldn’t help but comment about it with a small smirk while Damian gagged dramatically. Tim just took a simple picture and sent it to Konner.

“You guys are just jealous that i and her have matching sweaters!” Dick said, hugging you close to his side while the family couldn’t help but at least feel appreciated that you were the light in Dick’s life.

Fuzzy socks? Matched.

Matching color underwear? Matched.

Even Haley got a matching sweater, the pitbull gave a smile as she cuddled between you and Dick.

He was the number one “matching couple” person.

He’d be the one to win the competition in this shit.

Of course, it wasn’t consistent with the matching, just the times when you guys would spend the most time when Dick wasn’t on a mission or he wasn’t trying to train the Titans.

He loves his girlfriend…. And his matching hoodies.

a/n: sorry about the late update guys, i got stabbed and had a collapsed lung :/ hopefully the next part will be up tomorrow

a/n: i know it's been forever since i updated, i got murdered, but i'm back now!

a/n: sorry guys my apartment got exploded by the joker but here's part four!! enjoy!

Another wip cuz I do wanna draw all the robins,,, initially was planning to wait until I finish the whole thing (this will never happen-) but I’m still figuring out what details to put for Jason since I’ve been trying to revolve the compositions around their costumes 🥲🥲

Thinking about aligning his symbol with the all caste tattoos and the negative space showing his robin phase,,,

DATE NIGHT ━━╋━　 mdni .ᐟ established relationship, domestic fluff, drinking / drunk sex, p in v, riding, breast play...

date night with dick is your favourite way to end the week.

he'll open a bottle of expensive wine, make something fancy and italian, he'll even put on that cologne you love on him so much. the one that makes you want to stuff your face in the crook of his neck and wrap your arms around him while you laugh and sip wine.

when dick remembers he'll put on a record out of your collection, something old and sweet and sickeningly lovey-dovey. no matter how much you whine about it being corny he always manages to tug you out of your seat and sway you around the room with his big hands clasped around you. his lips will press into your forehead, then your cheeks and the tip of your nose, all the way down till he can peck at your lips while he grips tighter at your waist.

the night will end with both of you stumbling over each other in a mess of giggles and soft scrambling hands, tugging at each others clothes as you tumble towards the shared bed. he'll sit you over his long cock and watch you ride him while he moans shamelessly. his eyes focused on the back and forth of your hips and how tight your cunts squeezing around him, dick gropes at your tits roughly watching how they bounced with each time you dragged your sopping cunt over his thick length.

"fuuuck— baby you're s'pretty f'me—"

his words drag out with his head dizzy with pleasure and the lingering haze of alcohol.

"all f'me—", he slurs greedily squeezing your waist and bucking up into you while you let out soft moans between gasps of laughter. one of your hands holding his face, thumb pressed to his lips, while the other stroked down the smooth muscle of his chest as he pumps into you harder chasing his high.

dick takes it all in, every gasp, every sudden heave of your tits, the way your eyes flutter back before you cum over his cock. he lives for it.