#vampire dick

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Dick Grayson, Tim Drake/Dick Grayson/Jason Todd Additional Tags: Burlesque, Vampire Dick Grayson, Vampire Jason Todd, Burlesque Dancer Tim Drake, Kind of dark, Dom Dick Grayson, Sub Tim Drake, Mild BDSM, Orgasmic vampire bites, Dark-ish, Homophobic Language Summary:

When Tim goes AWOL on a secret undercover op, Dick and Jason follow his trail to the Gotham Rose, an exclusive vampire club in the heart of Gotham's red light district. After Tim gives an enchanting performance as the dancer 'Nocturne', he confronts a spectre from his past. Dick and Jason help him cope with the aftermath.

Dick offers to travel with him, to help Jason steer clear of hunters by traveling off the beaten path at night. However, hunters are only one problem they must worry about along their trek, and even though Dick has been alive long enough to know about the creatures that go bump in the night, he's tested by their trickery.

I read DC vs. Vampires again. I can't let go of this vampire! Dick…

For example, dick trying to make a grumbling noise he knows means “you’re safe with me” but accidentally communicating “I’ll kill everyone if they so much as glance at you” which Jason admittedly finds very comforting indeed

Or dick trying to avoid any vampire behaviorisms that could come off as threatening but actually coming off as really fucking weird and eccentric to werewolf Jason

:))) Link to the story on AO3

This uhhh DickTim piece turned out like double the length of what I initial assumed with a word count of 1218

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“It’s okay to be scared Tim” he whispers, as he caresses one soft cheek, relishing in the touch of warm skin on his, the way his angry rosy flush contrasts so nicely with Dick’s pale hand. He skillfully ignores the glare being sent his way, as Tim tries to twist away from his cold touch and the eye-contact he’s forcing onto him. “But please don’t fight me on this, I only want what’s best for you”

Mgi civil war 3: dance with the devil

Part of kissy kisses

Teen plus rating with vampire

“Ladybug, how delectable of you to join me,” Nightwing said.

“I was under the impression that I didn’t have a choice,” she responded.

She threw down the bag she had brought with her so it was in his reach and then looked around the rooftop. It reminded her of the rooftop that Chat Noir had set up for her when she was teens. He never found out that she had been there as Marinette and that was why Ladybug hadn’t shown up. But it seemed like he may have told Nightwing at some point for it to be replicated so perfectly. Even that had been long ago, back when they were a team.

“You loved me once. Who is to say you could not love me again?”

He motioned for her to sit in the chair he was holding out at the table.

“Does it matter what I say?” she asked as she sat down. “Do you even listen to anyone but yourself these days?”

He scooted the chair in for her then leaned next to her ear.

“Everything you say matters to me. Even when you only say it to hurt me.”

He busied himself with pulling out the food that had been prepared. She wondered why he thought she could trust anything he offered to her. It was all her favorites so he clearly remembered time from before but the way he watched her was still predatory. He waited for her to make a move with a glint in his eyes.

“This all appears to be lovely, but I am only interested in completing our bargain.”

She stood and reached for the bag she had brought that he still had not taken. When she turned back up, he was right behind her. She lifted the bag up so he could take it and leave but he put his hands on her hips instead.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were trying to get out of spending any time with me at all.”

She closed her eyes as he brushed his fingers against her hip bone.

“I suppose it’s a good thing you know better then.”

“Mhmm,” he buried his face in her hair, “why don’t you remind me how much you like spending time with me. Dance with me.”

She stepped forward out of his reach.

“I know what you are now. Do you really expect me to dance with the devil?”

He took her hand and spun her around. She caught herself on his chest.

“I think you are still in love with me.”

She moved with him when he started dancing. She couldn’t really argue with that. She had fallen for him hard and when he disappeared she thought he had died. He had died and he was something else now. But here now with him, she could tell that, those feelings she had been ignoring were definitely not gone.

He stopped suddenly and she bumped against him. As gently as he had the first time he tried to kiss her years ago, he used his hand to turn her face towards him.

“Tell me you aren’t in love with me, Marinette.”

She turned her eyes away from his but she didn’t dispute the claim. He leaned down and kissed her. It felt exactly as it had the first time they kissed, fresh from a victory in the field he had followed her to her room. He hadn’t felt any embarrassment then and he didn’t seem to now. She reacted the same. She pushed back against him and returned the kiss. His hand was back on her hip and his thumb was pressing against the bone. She was leading the kiss now. Pushing herself onto her toes she held his face with both of her hands and kissed him as desperately as she had longed to do since he first disappeared.

He broke away from her mouth and moved to her jaw. She turned her head as she ran her hands against his chest. When he moved down to her neck she dug into him. The only thing she could think about was how his mouth felt as it moved down to her collar bone. He licked and sucked down one side and gently nipped at her neck before he moved to the other side. She could tell he would leave a bruise when he latched on to one spot and didn’t let go. Rather than telling him to stop, she moaned at the feeling and whimpered when he pulled away.

"Tell me you still love me."

"I never stopped loving you," she said. "I thought you died and that I would never love again."

He kissed her on the mouth again and she clung to him, pretending that nothing had changed. He moved forward until her back was against the wall of the bulkhead without breaking the kiss. He continued on until she had to break away to catch her breath. She closed her eyes and continued breathing hard as he moved back to the spot on her throat that she was sure had a bright bruise already forming.

“Show yourself to me,” he said, his voice husky.

She pushed on his shoulders, confused.

“What?” she asked.

She saw his eyes and then she knew what was about to happen. She didn’t turn her head fast enough and he held her there.

“Say the words, Ladybug,” he commanded.

She clamped her jaw shut and closed her eyes but it wasn’t enough. She couldn’t fight the feeling in her throat and she heard her voice give the command to drop her transformation. She dropped from the wall and he pulled her back against his chest. He felt so much closer without her transformation.