#nightwing dc

𓂃 ࣪ ˖ ♡ 𖥻 dick grayson just loves getting you pregnant. ꗃ dick grayson x fem!reader .ᐟ

──── ❛❛i just know your pull-out game is trash. what are you trying to do—start a soccer team or somethin'?❞ jason said with a funny face, watching dick’s oldest kid stuff his face with the tiny sandwiches alfred had made for the birthday party. the little dude looked just like his old man, minus the ridiculous robin outfit and the sad puppy eyes only an orphan could pull off. the younger girl beside him, dick's middle child, was going at the muffins just as aggressively, like the two of them were racing to see who could eat more.

dick didn't even look up from his drink, gently bouncing his youngest on one arm, chubby-cheeked, wide-eyed, and clinging to his shirt like a sleepy little koala. "if you had a wife as hot as mine, you'd be popping out kids too, buddy."

they both turned to look at you.

you looked effortlessly beautiful in your sundress, arranging the table with sweet treats and the homemade cake you’d baked with steph for your son. you were glowing, smiling softly to yourself as you nudged cupcakes into place, strands of hair slipping down your shoulders in that way that always made dick a little bit stupid in the head.

jason looked at him and smirked.

"okay, fair point. If i had that, i'd never pull out either."

dick shot him a glare sharp enough to kill.

"watch it."

"relax, i'm just admiring. like art in a museum. look, don't touch."

the baby in dick's arms let out a soft coo, then promptly sneezed in his face. jason burst out laughing, almost choking on his beer. dick wiped his face with a napkin, sighing. the living room was steadily filling up, your apartment buzzing with the kind of energy only a gathering of vigilantes and sugar-fueled kids could create. laughter bounced off the walls, footsteps thudded across the floor, and someone had already knocked over a bowl of popcorn.

by the time everyone had arrived, you stood near the center of the room, glancing around at the crowd with a shy smile. tim and damian were surprisingly civil, caught up in a low-stakes debate over something. bruce stood nearby, hands behind his back, taking in the decorations with his signature unreadable expression. barbara and cass sat on the edge of the couch, quietly demolishing cupcakes. wally was crouched on the floor, pretending to lose a race to your son, who was giggling maniacally.

you turned toward the kitchen doorway.

"come here, honey."

dick stood from the armchair, still gently cradling your baby girl, and crossed the room to your side. you laced your fingers with his free hand, your other hand brushing nervously over the front of your sundress.

once you had everyone's attention, you cleared your throat.

"so, guys, since everyone’s here..." you looked at dick, who gave you a reassuring nod. "we have an announcement."

across the room, wally and jason exchanged a look, like they already knew what was coming.

"we're pregnant!" you said brightly, your smile wide and beaming. steph let out an excited squeal and rushed forward to hug you tightly, practically bouncing on her feet.

"oh my god, again? you're glowing, this is so perfect!"

meanwhile, wally and jason turned to stare at dick like he'd just revealed he was a time traveler. jason didn't miss a beat.

"bro. do you have a breeding kink or somethin'? four kids? four? what the actual fuck?"

tim, without looking up, reached out and casually covered richard jr's ears. barbara did the same for your daughter on the couch, both of them sighing in sync.

dick blinked, deadpan.

"you know, some people just really enjoy fatherhood."

"you definitely enjoy something."

wally snorted. "this man's building his own titans roster at home."

dick just grinned, kissed the top of your head, and rocked the baby gently in his arm.

🍷 tweets cause drama ✰. dick grayson x reader drabble

an innocent old tweet of yours leads to dick confessing his secret identity to you. tad bit ooc icl, leeets ignore the fact that he canonically cheated on kori BUT that was retconned sooo

ᯓ𑣲 ❝ the helmet stays on! ❞ jason todd version .ᐟ

‘I wouldn’t even mind if nightwing cheated on me with starfire cause damn I would too’

Dick stares in stunned silence at his girlfriend’s tweet. Granted, it was posted a long, long time before the two of you got together and that you don’t know that he’s Nightwing…Nope, still bothers him.

“Babe? What’s this?” He asks as he tilts the photo towards you.

It was a slow day, lazy one where you two just chill together on the couch, you laying down on it with your legs swung over his lap as you watch tv and he scrolls his phone.

You barely even glance at his screen, “Why’re you stalking my old tweets, handsome?” You ask, casually. “Just showed up on my feed.” Dick mutters as he still holds up the phone for an answer. You glance back at him, a slight furrow between your eyebrows starting to take shape. “Why does it matter?” You ask, reaching for the remote and fast-forwarding whatever you were watching.

“I just don’t think Nightwing is the kind of guy to do that.” Dick tries to be casual about it too(keyword: tries, mission: failed). He throws his phone somewhere on the couch to give you his full attention.

“I don’t know, babe. I’ve never met the guy. I don’t know him personally.” You continue fast forwarding through this very boring show, slightly confused why your boyfriend cares about this so much.

“I just—He wouldn’t cheat on you!” Dick tries to calm down but then makes a gesture with his hand like he’s giving a sales pitch or a ted-talk.

“That’s insinuating that i’d be able to date Nightwing.” You snort. Why would you want to date a masked vigilante when your ultra-kind, ultra-good looking boyfriend was right here?

“But you are!” Slips out of his mouth in his frustration. There’s a pout painting his face, genuine upset when you peel your attention off the tv.

“Huh, no.” You point the remote at your boyfriend who is weirdly fired up about this. “I’m dating you.” You add a flirty wink to the end, big smile not knowing the confession you were getting just moment of silence later.

Dick blinks at you, before, very frustratedly, confessing—

“I am Nightwing!”

ᯓ★'s P.S. my first nightwing drabble how we feeling? take a shot every time you see the word ‘frustratedly’. idk man i wrote, formatted and scheduled this collectively in a span of 15 minutes…

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PAIRING: Richard 'Dick' Grayson x Reader

SYNOPSIS: It makes sense now. The clinginess, the moodiness, how Dick has had a hand on her the entire time ever since the drive back home. A hand on her thigh while driving, dragging her to the couch to cuddle the second they came home.

Dick is jealous.

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MASTERLIST

The movie neither of them are really watching pauses.

"Alright, I'll bite." She sighs, tapping her boyfriend's shoulder to get his attention. He's sprawled on top of her, both of them cuddled onto the couch, so proximity is definitely on her side. "What's going on?"

"Nothing." Dick says, muffled by the fabric of her shirt. She stares down at him for a second thoughtfully, fingers slipping into his hair. He melts at the scratch of nails against his scalp, the hot air from his exhale against her collarbone making her shiver.

"You're all sulky." She tilts her head, continues on when there's no answer. "Did you have a fight with Bruce?" a shake of his head. "Something with Wally?" Another shake. "Patrol? A case?" A soft, negative hum. She can't think of anything else that could have possibly prompted a mood like this. Dick's been like this ever since they left that cafe and-

A beat of silence.

"Oh." She breathes out, and his arms tighten around her. Gingerly, she cups his cheeks and tugs insistently until he relents, lets her pull his head up from where it's buried in her chest. His expression is...an odd mix of shame, guilt, and frustration. "You're upset with me."

His eyes meet hers and flicker away quickly. "Technically, no."

"You are." She frowns, a furrow in her brow. "I can't speak for myself if I don't know what's going on, Dick."

Somehow, his body gets heavier at his next sigh, fingers slipping under her shirt to rest on the bare skin of her back. This is an anomaly; the entire situation is so weird. Normally, communication isn't an issue for them; problems are brought up as they arise and promptly resolved with a calm conversation. She can count on one hand the number of arguments they've had that have actually led to raised voices or door slamming. Both of them are better than that.

Even now when he's seemingly bothered, Dick doesn't distance himself or try and brush it off. She knows he's probably been working through it in his head.

She almost thinks he's going to keep his silence for a moment.

"Why do you like that coffee shop so much?" His eyes are a startling clear blue, but something unfamiliar pinches his expression. She doesn't look away, faces it head on.

"Because it's close by?" She says after a moment, a little confused by the question. "My friend works there too, it's nice to catch up during her breaks."

"That's it?" He prods, lifting himself up on his elbows, still on top of her.

"The coffee's good." She shrugs, looking up at him. "I like their carrot cake."

"Anything else?"

"You're being so difficult about this." A hand shoves at his shoulder until their both sitting on the couch, facing each other. "Stop being so cryptic! What's the matter?"

"Aside from that cashier that's trying to get touchy with you?" Dick says, and it's stated so evenly that for a second she doesn't register that it's the problem.

"The- you mean Grant?" A pause, a dawning realisation.

It makes sense now. The clinginess, the moodiness, how Dick has had a hand on her the entire time ever since the drive back home. A hand on her thigh while driving, dragging her to the couch to cuddle the second they came home.

Dick is jealous.

"Of course you know his name." Dick grumbles.

"He does not want to get touchy with me."

"Babe, everyone wants to get touchy with you." He snorts, making an exasperated gesture with his hands. It shouldn't be as endearing as it is.

She doesn't see it, doesn't see the way people look at her. It's agonizing to watch the way people's gaze tends to linger, dipping up and down when they pass. How people nudge their friend's to encourage them to approach before they notice Dick standing next to her, pressed to her side. A hand around her waist or his lips pressing into the crown of her head. It drives him crazy sometimes, the way everyone seems to want a piece of his girl.

He really doesn't consider himself the jealous type, but something about that guy rubs him the wrong way. And the fact that she was there every day, almost always without him too! It's totally not a weird, controlling, creepy thing he swears! Dick just wants to be there to handle situations like that to make sure she's comfortable, and...and okay maybe he hates the idea of someone else trying to make a move on her when he's not there to scare off the attempt. He trusts her with his soul, but that still doesn't mean the thought of someone else eyeing her up doesn't leave a sour taste in his mouth.

"It's a good thing there's only one guy I want to get touchy with then." Dick hums when her hand slips under his shirt, rubbing up his spine. The light scrape of nails makes him shiver. "You have nothing to worry about, you know I love you."

"I love you too, pretty." He says quickly, but the reminder definitely puts him a little more at ease. "And I obviously trust you, it's got nothing to do with that. I just can't help it." It's a sheepish admission. "He stares at you all creepy, tries to flirt with you and everything. I've seen it."

"I haven't noticed." She says, idly scratching shapes into his back. He's so warm, always runs hotter. "But you know I'd tell him to back off if I did."

"Maybe I'll do for you next time." He goes back to grumbling, lets his head drop. She adjusts a bit when he lets himself relax and rests his entire weight on her. It's soothing, like a very heavy warm, weighted blanket.

"You are not making that poor guy shit himself." She huffs, amused at the display. "I'll deal with it in a normal, well adjusted way."

"I'm perfectly well adjusted!" He groans when her fingers tug on his hair.

"Sure..."

"I am!"

"I believe you."

Dick snorts, pulls himself up again to hover over her, slotting a knee between her legs, faces inches apart. "Very funny. I'm doing much better than the others, at least."

"Dick," A delicate hand brushes the hair out of his eyes, cups his cheek. "I don't want to think about your brothers right now." She whispers before pulling him down for a kiss.

"Noted. great idea" He mumbles against her, winding an arm around her waist to hitch her up against him almost immediately. "Me neither."

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#drabble.ᐟ ⸝⸝ brother’s bsf!dick ⸝⸝ soft dom ⸝⸝ oral sex ⸝⸝ praise&teasing ⸝⸝ fluffy smut ⸝⸝ MDNI !

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the house was dead silent, your brother’s snores sawing through the walls like usual. nothing new. you were scrolling on your phone in bed when the window slid open with barely any sound. nightwing slipped inside, all sleek black and blue, mask still on, looking like trouble wrapped in kevlar.

you sat up, grinning. he had mentioned passing by but you weren’t sure if he was going to follow through. silly you, never doubt him. “well, well. the famous nightwing sneaking into a civilian’s bedroom. bold move, grayson.”

dick tugged the mask off, shaking out his messy dark hair as he crossed to your bed with that signature cocky yet so very charming smirk. “your brother would literally throw me off a rooftop if he knew i was here at this hour. he’s reminded me you’re off-limits at least fifty times. and yet…” he climbed onto the mattress, hovering over you, “here i am. you gonna rat me out, baby?”

“hmm… depends,” you teased, reaching up to tug him down by the collar of his suit. “what’s in it for me if i keep quiet?”

he laughed softly, the sound warm and low as he leaned in to press a slow kiss to your lips. “me. all over you. been thinking about you the whole patrol—every flip. you’ve been driving me crazy with the little texts you sent earlier.” his hand slid under your shirt, palm warm against your stomach. “you really want this? right under his nose?”

“i’ve wanted you since we were kids, dick. you’re not asking the right questions.” you nipped his bottom lip. “the real question is do I want to risk getting caught sleeping with my brother’s best friend—and the answer is yes—so stop talking and do something about it, nightwing.”

“bossy,” he murmured against your mouth, grinning. “i like it. but we’re doing this my way tonight.” he kissed you deeper, tongue teasing yours while he peeled your shirt off, then your shorts and panties in one smooth motion. “tsk, look at you… already soaking for me. been waiting up like a good girl, huh?”

you shivered as cool air hit your skin. “maybe. you did see you were passing by. you gonna keep teasing or finally put that mouth to better use?”

dick chuckled, settling between your thighs and spreading them wide with strong hands. “oh, i’m gonna. but first…” he laced his fingers with yours, squeezing gently, that soft dominance slipping through the cocky facade even now. “eyes on me, baby. i want you feeling every second of this.”

he didn’t rush. he kissed down your body—neck, collarbone, spending extra time on your tits with slow sucks and flicks of his tongue until you were squirming. then he went lower, trailing open-mouthed kisses along your stomach and inner thighs, nipping the skin lightly. nothing that’ll leave marks for too long.

“dick… c’mon,” you whispered through a whine, half-laughing, half-desperate.

“patience, baby,” he teased, voice husky. “been dreaming about this pussy all night. i want to feel you cum on my tongue.” he finally leaned in, licking a long, slow stripe up your cunt, groaning at the taste. “fuck, baby… so sweet. so perfect.”

he held your hand the whole time, thumb stroking soothing circles over your knuckles while his other arm hooked under your thigh, keeping you open. his tongue circled your clit lazily at first, then faster, sucking gently before flattening out to lap at you messily. wet, obscene sounds filled the room as he devoured you—tongue dipping inside, then back to your clit with focused and hungry strokes.

“that’s it,” he praised between licks, voice muffled and warm against your cunt. “squeeze my hand if it’s good, baby. you’re doing so well at being quiet. don’t wanna get caught, hm? look how pretty you look falling apart on my tongue.” he sucked your clit between his lips, humming vibrations that made your hips buck. “taste so fucking good. my bold girl… texting me during patrol. teasing me. now you get me all to yourself like this.”

you moaned softly, gripping his hand tighter, the other tangling in his hair. “dick—fuck yes, right there—”

he grinned against you, eyes flicking up to meet yours, playful spark still there. “yeah? right here?” he doubled down, tongue working faster, two fingers sliding in to curl against that perfect spot while he kept sucking relentlessly. “come on. let me hear those pretty sounds. just keep quiet enough so your brother doesn’t wake up and kill me before i finish worshipping this pretty pussy.”

the combination of his filthy praise, steady hand in yours, and incessant mouth had you trembling. he ate you out like he was starving—long licks, tight suction, soft groans of appreciation every time you clenched around his fingers. “you’re so close, aren’t you? that’s my good girl. come for me whenever you want. i’ve got you.”

wasn’t long before you came hard, thighs shaking around his head, fingers clenched in his hair while you bit your lip to muffle the moan as pleasure crashed through you. dick didn’t stop even then as you were orgasming beneath him, fucking you through it gently with his skilled tongue until you were twitching and oversensitive, then pressed one last soft kiss to your clit before crawling back up.

“you taste so good,” he groaned, wiping his bottom lip as he propped himself up on his arms. his lips were moist, sweat trickling down his forehead where black strands stuck to fair skin. “that’s nice, yeah? got you shaking like you haven’t had an orgasm this good in weeks.”

he leaned in to kiss you slow and sweet, letting you taste yourself—the sweetness of your cum—on his tongue, still holding your hand. “you okay?” he whispered, brushing hair from your flushed face, that caring dick grayson softness coming back in full force. not to mention, he’s aching in his suit but it didn’t matter. not when he could make you cum like this. he’ll just jerk off later—when he’s home, alone, with vivid memories of this. “did so good for me, baby.”

you smiled, breathless, little chuckle escaping you. “fuck… yeah. better than okay. stay a little longer?”

dick grinned, sliding under the covers with you. he pulled you against his chest, warmth under his suit and firm muscle wrapping around you like the best blanket one could ask for. “wouldn’t dream of leaving yet. as long as your brother’s not up, i can stay.”

you nestled into him, head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as his fingers traced lazy patterns up and down your back. he kept talking in that low, soothing voice, the one he only ever really used with you.

“tonight was wild out there,” he rambled softly fingers toying with your hair. “some idiot tried to rob a bodega with a water gun painted black. took me two seconds to flip him. then oracle sent me chasing this smuggling ring across the docks—slippery bastards, but i nailed the landing on that crane jump. you would’ve loved it. reminded me of the old circus days.” he chuckled quietly, the sound rumbling under your ear. “missed you the whole time though. kept thinking about sneaking in here and doing exactly this.”

his hand kept stroking your hair, gentle and rhythmic, as your eyelids grew heavier. “you falling asleep on me already?” he teased lightly, voice full of affection. “cute. rest up, baby. i’ve got you. i’ll stay till you’re asleep and I’ll be here tomorrow before you’re up. promise.”

“mm… okay, baby…” you hummed contentedly, already drifting off against the warmth of his chest, safe and loved. dick smiled to himself, holding you closer as he kept murmuring little stories from his night until your breathing evened out completely.