#riveranswers

(if you saw my incomplete deleted post, no you didn’t)

warnings: MDNI, not beta’s/barely edited, oral (f! and m! receiving at different times), free use, fingering, pet names (baby, good girl, b), possessive jason, m! receiving hand jobs, aftercare, cock warming, public sex, hair pulling

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now make it nsfw 😏😈🤭

an: lovely dickie anon you are crazy, ily. have some head (canons), im trusting that you are an adult, yeah?

warnings: 18+, MDNI, oral (m and f receiving—at different times), dick x f!reader, fingering, choking, pet names (sweetheart, beloved, pookie bear, sweetums, pretty girl, beloved), some fluff at the end as a treat

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an: YAY FIRST REQUEST THANK YOU ILY THANK YOU ILY THANK YOU ILY THANK YOU ILY THANK YOU ILY THANK YOU ILY THANK YOU ILY THANK YOU ILY THANK YOU ILY THANK YOU ILY THANK YOU ILY THANK YOU ILY THANK YOU ILY THANK YOU ILY THANK YOU ILY THANK YOU ILY apologies for not having this out on his birthday! i got inspired and ran with it and was also working on my jason series, thank you for waiting patiently.

warnings: barely edited/no beta, hickeys, mentions of past sexual acts, fwb with dick, food fight, pet names (sweetums, baby), dash of angst, confessing feelings

you slowly wake, pressed to warmth. it’s not your first time waking up to dick grayson at wayne manor, but it still fills you with butterflies. waking up next to him after a night together is always a treat because he still treats you with kindness—unlike hookups of yesteryear. he feels you stir and tightens his grip on you, kissing your face.

you push yourself up a little and press your lips to his. he runs his tongue across the seam of your lips, quickly rolling you underneath him, clearly looking for a round two more like round five. you card your fingers through his hair, loving how he’s growing it out, as he presses kisses into your jaw, working his way down your neck.

you know your relationship is casual, but you say nothing when dick sucks a hickey or two into your neck, secretly loving the possession in it. you inhale sharply, pulling away.

"dick, oh my god."

"what?"

"the dinner. at the manor." you hand closes over where his mouth was.

"what's the problem?"

"your family. oh my god."

“they don’t care.” dick waves his hand dismissively. “you’ve been to a thousand dinners.”

“not with a hickey on my neck.” you hiss, moving up and sitting up, making dick back up a little.

“it’ll be fine. cover it up with makeup. sweetums, i promise it will be fine.” he doesn’t go too far, layering a hand over yours, gaze sincere.

“alright.” you concede with a kiss.

later that night at dinner, you show up with dick, slipping into the friendship dynamic infront of others. almost everyone is here, with duke, stephanie and cassandra to make appearances later in the night. you sit between dick and tim, doing a family style pass the food around to serve everyone (it’s alfred night off). jason sits across from you, stretching his long arms across to show you dick’s baby pictures (including one where he’s laying on his stomach, naked, as if that’s the first time you’ve seen his butt).

you blend into the chaos from such a lovely band of characters, talking and eating and your nerves start to settle. maybe tonight will go out without a hitch and you and dick can go back to his apartment with some wine and—

mashed potatoes are flung at hit the side of your neck. your eyes widen, turning to see tim looking genuinely apologetic. “yo, im so sorry. i was aiming for dick.”

dick cackles. “is that so?” and flings some peas back at him.

“oh, grayson, you don’t know who you are dealing with.” ignoring bruce’s pleads to stay seated, he rises and using his spoon as a launcher for more mashed potatoes.

you duck, throughly not wanting to get caught in the crossfire again. you grip your napkin, and hunched, walk over to behind bruce at the end of the table.

“i’m so sorry.” bruce whispers before yelling at his kids to simmer down.

jason notices and switches seats with damian, taking the napkin from your hands and wiping away the mashed potatoes with it. “there ya go. you got some gnarly mosquito bites under all those potatoes.”

you blush and take the soiled napkin back. you walk out of the dining room, casting a longing look at dick being happy surrounded by his family, and down the hall to the guest powder room. you lean against the door, shutting it close. your eyes close and you try to focus on your breathing.

there’s knocking, dick is calling for you. you step forward, twisting to face the door and open it. he steps inside, manhandling you further back into the bathroom to allow him more space. he crowds you, a hand cupping your face, thumb wiping a tear away. “what did jason say to you?”

“what?” the question put you back into reality immediately. “jason didn’t say anything bad.”

“can you connect the pieces for me? were we too loud for you?”

“no.” you whisper, turning your face and kissing his palm. “jay noticed the hickeys. he knows. and i’m scared.”

“scared of what?” dick asks, wrapping his other hand around your waist, bringing you in even closer.

you swallow, your hands press to his chest, as if drawing strength from him to speak again. “scared that this is moving too fast and i’m losing you.”

“you can’t get rid of me, baby.” dick leans and kisses your tears away, kissing your nose and then your mouth.

you savor the kiss, sweet and loving and perfect, before slowly pulling away. “we don’t have to decide this right now—but when you want to be official, i’m all ears.”

dick nods. “i would love that. i want to be with you.” he leans in for another kiss but then stops, his head turning sharply the door. “someone’s listening.” he reached over and opens the bathroom door.

jason, with damian on his back, steph, cass, tim, and duke tumble to the floor into a pile.

“jesus christ.” you mutter.

“hey. can i be flower girl at your wedding?” steph asks sweetly, her head propped up on her hands.

an: thank you for the request! this is on the shorter side, let me know if you want a sequel. also, i am not an artist in the slightest, please forgive any misrepresentations.

warnings/tags: barely edited/no beta, mentions of blood, dick x artist reader, gn! reader, off page violence, pet names (michelangelo, paints)

wc: 888 words

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It’s midnight in Gotham, the city is restless.

You pack up your paint colors and a set of brushes. You add a water bottle and your portable easel into the messenger bag, slinging it over your shoulder, walking out to your car. You drive over to your favorite spot to paint, swiftly walking up the steps to the roof. The lock on the door to the rooftop is permanently broken–a mere plus and surely not the entire reason you come up here--you set up a portable easel on a rooftop, hoping for a glimpse of the vigilante that had become your focus. You had already captured the tiny Robin with the swords, Red Hood and Batman. With Spoiler and Red Robin out of town, you decide to focus on Nightwing–naturally he had been the hardest to capture. The former Robin frequently flips around, showing off, and you couldn’t snap a clear picture for reference.

Tonight has to be the night, you think. Two weeks of sleepless nights on cold rooftops only blurry pictures to show for it. You take a deep breath, trying not to get frustrated.

You hear footsteps behind you, and you turn, your heart leaping into your throat. Nightwing himself chasing some goon. You pull out your phone and video the rumble, trying to catch the way that his body moves in the pale moonlight.

“Hey, Michelangelo!” he calls as a metal stick lands at your feet. “Pass that back to me.” Your phone lowers, picking up the weapon and tosses it back. “Thank you!” He winks at you.

“You’re welcome!” You grin and wave, watching him disappear with the goon in tow. 

You look down at your phone, hoping your video captured the wink. You watch the video back, groaning in frustration, your phone was too low to capture his face, mostly getting his torso and shoulders. They weren’t bad shoulders, Nightwing was in incredible shape, but you wanted to get his face right–and you could never trust your memory when it came to those things.

You search the web, but Nightwing’s wink was nowhere to be found, stern sure, rockstar smile exceedingly common. But a wink? No dice. You clink your phone off and shove it into your pocket. You cross your arms over your chest, searching around to any sign of him. There was no way you could find him now.  You let out a sigh in exasperation, and decide to wrap it up for the night. You tuck away the portable easel into your bag, securing your paints before shoving them inside as well. You head downstairs and drive back to your apartment.

You’re sitting in traffic when you see the Bat-signal light up. Hope catches in your chest again, this could be your second chance. You drive closer to the signal, seeing Nightwing head off on a motorcycle, and you decide to follow him, you may never get this chance again. 

Nightwing pulls off into an alley, you flick on your turn signal and follow, pulling off to the side. You get out and follow behind–at a distance–phone at the ready. Nightwing approaches the goons, and you follow from behind, hoping for a good shot.

He is out numbered, five to one, but he doesn’t seem to worry. They all spring for him at the same time, and he successfully fends them off until one notices you. You squeak and freeze, Nightwing realizes and gets in between you two. “Michelangelo, we meet again.” He says, throwing a wink over his shoulder in the middle of throwing blows. “I’m beginning to think you’re a little in love with me.”

“In your dreams.” You smile, temporarily forgetting the danger you’re in until Nightwing saves you from getting a stray punch. You back up, edging back to your car.

“Get to safety, Michelangelo.” Nightwing says, putting another goon down. “I can handle this one on my own.”

“Have fun.” You say, jogging back to your car. There, you watch through the video back, smiling at the now fully captured wink. You melt a little in your seat, finally content and ready to paint. 

You open your eyes and see Nightwing walking out of the alley. He must sense your gaze and turn, jogging over to you. You roll down your window, “How’d it go?”

“Pretty good.” He leans in. “Are you following me, Paints?”

“A little.” You admit sheepishly, blushing at his proximity. “I only wanted a good reference photo of you. I’m doing a series on vigilantes.” You open your phone, showing him photos of your previous works.

“You’re amazing. Wow. Great work.” Nightwing compliments you at each painting. “Did you get the reference photo you wanted?”

You nod. “Yes, thank you.” Your gaze flickers down to his lips, in your mind you’re already mixing the paints for a perfect color match. He leans in and your breaths mixed, you inhale his scent, a little sweat and leather and someone else’s blood. You stop yourself from the kiss, reaching over and grabbing your seatbelt. “Tomorrow night. I’ll be on top of Gotham General painting. You can press your luck and meet me there.”

“Will do, Paints. As long as you promise to paint me like one of your french girls.” Nightwing smiles.

AN: thank you so much for the request! hope you enjoy! i’m open to making this a series, i just didn’t have any more ideas for this part lmao

warnings: worried jason my beloved, destroyed/messy apartment, a dash of angst, naked reader, pet names (baby doll, jay)

jason walks into reader apartment to find it torn to shreds, the reader’s things everywhere, the couch broken. instantly jason tenses, he’s exhausted from patrol, but he will be damn if anything happened to his partner. jason walks through the entryway, through the living room and kitchen and the breakfast nook, down the hall to the bathrooms and bedrooms.

in the far corner bedroom he finds you, naked, shaking and crying. jason clips his gun back onto the holster on his though and jogs over to you. “baby doll, you’re safe.” he kneels beside you, reaching out.

you shrink away from his touch, unable to fantom hurting your beloved. you know you did though when the hurt is etched into face. it’s easily the most distraught you’ve seen him look. the look brings you down to reality, and you take a deep breath. “i’m a werewolf.”

jay blinks. “that’s it?”

“yeah. this was only my second turning. people say the first three or four are the worst and then you learn to manage the beast.” you say softly.

“jesus, i can work with that. i thought you were assaulted or kidnapped or robbed or something.” he breathes a sigh of relief.

“you’re not upset.” you state the obvious, trying to process.

“baby doll, there is a sentient crocodile runnin’ around in the sewers right now. it takes a lot more than turning into a werewolf on the full to scare me.”

you chuckle and reach for him, wrapping him up in an embrace. “i’m sorry the apartment is a mess.”

jay clings to you. “that’s fine. if you want, i can ask bruce to send some people over to fix it up.”

you nod. “sounds lovely. i’m taking a shower.” you rise and and pad into the bathroom. thankfully, your transformed in the living room, so your bedroom and adjacent bathroom are mostly untouched.

“i’ll make the call, try to pick in here.” while on the phone, jason picks up the scattered items in the bedroom and bathroom. he sheds his suit and joins you in the shower, you wash him clean from the patrol before you step out grabbing a towel for both of you and handing him one. you pay dry, wrapping it around you and walking to your dresser. you thank him for picking up, rummaging through your tshirts until you find one of his for you to wear. in another drawer, you pull out a pair of his boxers for each of you.

good morning, good afternoon, or good night, i am river, i am 24, and i use they/he pronouns. after timtom went down the first time, i crawled back to this hellscape. any lovely person is welcome to be moots. im known for dcu x reader but i’ve expanded to mcu, mha and cod as well :). aside from the those, i enjoy percy jackson, stardew valley, tmnt, taylor swift, star wars, ohshc, and scooby-doo.

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