#sub!nightwing

ok anon this was a little out of my wheelhouse. but. the thought of THEE dick grayson, alias nightwing, squirming and begging made me start seeing colours that don’t exist so here I am. hope u enjoy 💋

dick grayson is used to being in control. being in charge of the people around him, telling them what to do, even physically dominating them occasionally—it all comes with the nightwing mantle; it’s just who he is. except to you. you get to do whatever you want to the mighty vigilante. and, god, he loves it when you use him to get yourself off.

Pairing:Nightwing X fem/Gn dom!reader

CW: Edging, Overstim, Begging, Daddy k!nk, Pegging, Pet Name:Princess, Feminization Slight Degradation, Smut, Faux Blow Job, D/S dynamics, After Care

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It was late, or super early you suppose. Almost dawn and with the sun beginning to rise you hear a knock on the door as you take off your headset. Your annoyance growing by the minute due to what had just gone down. You swing the door open only to have a foolish grin meet your glare. Dick, better known by the moniker Nightwing, had just narrowly escaped a botched stealth mission that was under your command. He had strictly disregarded your orders and almost gotten himself killed. Yet through pure luck alone, he had completed the mission and gotten out of there alive. That wouldn’t stop you from killing him now.

His smile wavered a little under your gaze before widening into an ever cockier grin. Blood trickling from his forehead, a consequence of his actions. The first of many to come.

“Grayson.” You snarl before pulling him inside and slamming the door shut, throwing him onto the nearest chair. As you rummage through your cabinets you could hear him humming a tune. It quickly came to a stop as you turned around, his gaze fixed on you. You grabbed his chin, guiding his face to look up at you. Lips inches away as you inspected it for further scratches.

As you scanned his face, his lips parted slightly, inviting you to take what was already yours. The only thing stopping you was how he hadn’t stopped smiling in that way that made you want to slap him across the face. You wouldn’t though, he’d like that too much.

You pulled away and grabbed a cloth.

“Are you really that mad?” He asked, his smile replaced by a pout as he wrapped his arms around your leg in a tight hug.

“If you are……you should just punish me.” Yours eyes widened, before hardening and looking down at him only to be meet with the most conniving puppy dog eyes you’d ever seen. Of course that’s what he wanted, such a masochistic brat at the worst times.

Finally, an idea popped into your head and you quickly raked his hair with your fingers. His eyes fluttered before slamming shut when you yanked his head back, a whorish moan falling from his mouth.

“That’s all you wanted wasn’t it, for me to treat you like the slut you are huh?” You say before biting him just below the jaw. He yelps before letting out an arrogant laugh.

“Mmm yes, punish me daddy” You pulled away, trying to hide the shock that had quickly consumed your expression. Dick had never called you that before. You’d both talked about titles in the past but he’d never showed any interest in this one. It took you by surprise yet pushed your actions further.

You smiled, throwing him off a little but he had already decided this is what he wanted and he wasn’t gonna lose his ground now.

“You’ve been acting like such a brat lately and of course, this was the reason…..Hmm, I suppose this’ll be fun.” Your smile growing more devilish as you finished cleaning up his wounds. Shortly after, you found yourself pulling him into the bedroom and telling him to get on the bed.

Putting on your harness you hear mumbles from where Dick, having already stripped, was sitting on the corner of the mattress. “What was that darling?” You ask in a voice that could cut diamond.

He turns away from you, seeing you get ready already making his brattiness falter, “Hurry up and fuck me already…..d-daddy…..” The stuttered command melting your heart a little, but not enough to stop you from what you had planned.

You ignored him and sat at the top of the bed, back meeting the headrest, at last beckoning him over. He turned and crawled his way to you, every part of his body still dripping with arrogance. Finally reaching you, you gave one simple command. “Suck.”

He knew what you meant, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to tease you a little. Giving kitten licks to only the tip of the strap as his half lidded eyes met yours, waiting for you to do something, anything.

You made no movement, only watching him. Your lack of action annoyed him. He wanted to be punished. To have you guide his head until he was choking and gagging on your strap unable to breath. Yet you did nothing. So he took matters into his own hands. Engulfing the entire strap in one go, ramming it to the back of his throat causing tears to swell in the corners of his eyes as he coated it in his spit. Repeating this action a couple more time, torturing himself slowly.

Just as he pulled off, you spoke. “Putting on such a good show for me princess.” That pet name going straight to his dick. “But remember who’s in charge.” His excitement grew as he took your words to mean that you would finally stop ignoring his body and actually punish him.

“Fuck yourself on my strap, princess.” Registering what you said, he sat up, an amalgamation of confusion and shock plastered on his face, like an awestruck puppy.

“B-but daddy….touch me! I want you to touch me! Haven’t I been bad? You should punish me for it remember.” His whines getting progressively louder as he reached for your hand.

You pulled away slowly, teasing him. “Why would I touch you? Only good boys get touched, and you haven’t been a very good boy recently, so like I said. Ride my strap or you don’t get to cum.”

He glared at you, an almost silent whimper escaping him as he slowly moved himself up, his hole hovering over the tip.

Small breathy moans leaving his mouth as he teased himself with the tip before fully lowering himself onto the strap. You watched as it was completely engulfed by his walls causing him to shiver.

It took him a minute, getting accustomed to the size, before lifting himself completely and slamming back down, biting his lip at a failed attempt to hide his moans.

You continued just watching, hands at your side as he bounced on your strap. Trying desperately to get off. This was the perfect punishment for him. Being ignored when he longed for your touch drove him insane. He continued this motion before switching to rotating his hips, trying anything to reach his high.

“Please….please touch me daddy, please! Anything.” He begged, moving faster as he got closer and closer to the edge. Yet he couldn’t finish, not without your touch.

You didn’t move, didn’t say anything, just watched and with that his orgasm was ruined. He lowered his head, hiding his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his groans. After the pain resided he started planting soft kisses up and down your neck while rotating his hips on the strap yet again. Moaning as he picking up the pace.

“P-please please daddy…..I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry! Please! Just touch me! I’ll be good…..so so good mmm” His muffled moans and pleas growing louder as the failed attempt at finishing repeated itself, faster this time due to the continued toying with his prostate.

“Aw princess, you always sound so pretty when you beg, fine.” With that, you flipped him over, the rough action met with a yelp from him. Without giving him a second to think you rammed into him hard and fast. Moans spilled out of his mouth as his eyes rolled to the back his head. Wrapping his legs around you to push you deeper inside.

“Mmm yes yes yes please, use me!! Fill me up please…harder!”

His ramblings becoming more and more incoherent as you picked up your pace. Your hand quickly finding his throat as you marked his toned stomach. The mixing of so many different stimulations finally giving him his much wanted release, covering his chest and stomach in cum.

You continued to pound into him, railing him through his orgasm. Yet when it finally came to a stop, you didn’t. Your pace didn’t slow as his dick hardened again.

“D-daddy…..what are you doing?” He tilted his head as his mouth formed an “O” shape.

“Did you think it was over? Of course not princess, remember what we’re here for. To punish you.” Pulling out completely and then ramming back directly into his sweet spot over and over and over.

“Mmplease….AH” He shouted, legs trembling as they grasped you tighter. Shooting even more cum from his sensitive tip, the overstimulation causing him to blackout completely.

With that, you pulled out slowly, planting small butterfly kisses all over his face. You slowly got up, smiling as you started running a bath and cleaning up as best you could. With everything ready you went back to Dick on the bed. Making sure to be gentle as to not startle him.

“Grayson, darling” you say, gentling kissing his forehead. “Get up, we need to clean you”

“Hmmmm….what?” He said groggily. “As he looked down at himself he remembered what had just happened and turned to look at you, eyes full of love. “Was I good boy? Did I redeem myself?”

“Aw darling, you were so good! I’m sorry if I went too far, I was just worried about you” you say, stroking his hair as you pulled him into a tight hug.

“No no, you didn’t…..I….I like it when you’re rough with me……” he said burying his blushing face deeper into your chest.

“Do you now….princess? Hadn’t noticed.” Your words deepening the red covering his face as he hugged you tightly.