#vampire nightwing

some Vampire Wally and Dick

Wally accidentally got turned too. Turns out vampires don’t actually need that much blood to survive — so he didn’t have to wipe out half of humanity after all. Yippee!

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𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒

dick grayson x m!reader

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒 ! ── 1.1k words. a familiar and needy vampire, dick, shows up at your door craving his favorite kind of warm, sweet blood. yours.

There’s a frantic, uneven knock at your door—too fast, too desperate to be polite.

It drags you out of your thoughts instantly.

“Please—” A voice you know. It’s strained, breathless, like it’s being dragged out of him. “I know you’re in there. I can hear your heartbeat..”

You freeze, hand tightening around the edge of the counter. Of course he can hear you.

Another knock—more like he’s leaning his whole weight against the wood now. “C’mon, don’t do this,” he pleads, softer this time, forehead probably pressed to the door. “Just… just let me in. I won’t hurt you. I swear.” His voice breaks again, sharper, almost a whine.

You shouldn’t.

You know you shouldn’t.

But your feet move anyway. The second you crack the door open, he’s there—eyes blown wide, pupils swallowing what little blue is left, lips parted like he forgot how to breathe properly.

His hair’s a mess, his clothes rumpled, and he looks… wrecked. Like something starving.

“Hey,” you murmur, cautious.

Dick swallows hard, gaze locking onto your throat immediately. His hand comes up, gripping the doorframe like it’s the only thing keeping him upright. “Hi,” he whispers, voice wrecked. “You smell— God, you smell so good.”

You hesitate, trying to keep your tone steady. “You said you wouldn’t hurt me.”

“I won’t.” He nods quickly. “I won’t, I won’t. I just—please, just let me in. Your heartbeat is driving me insane.”

Another beat of silence.

Then you open the door wider. He stumbles in like he’s been holding himself together by threads, immediately turning away from you, hands gripping his head.

“Shit— okay, okay—” he mutters to himself. “I can do this—”

“You don’t look like you can,” you say quietly.

“I can if you help me.” He turns back to you, eyes glassy now.

He takes a step closer.

Then another.

Slow, careful.

“Please,” Dick whispers, softer than before. “I tried not to come. I did. I tried to find anything else, anyone else, but it’s not the same. It’s never the same.”

His fingers twitch at his sides, like he’s fighting the urge to just grab you.

“I need you,” he admits, voice shaking. “Your blood— it’s… it’s sweet. It’s warm. It—” He cuts himself off with a sharp inhale. “I can hear it. Every second. It’s all I can think about.”

You swallow, pulse jumping under his gaze. That definitely doesn’t help. Dick lets out a broken sound, stepping closer until you can feel the cold radiating off him.

“Don’t do that,” he pleads. “Don’t— don’t make it faster. I’m trying so hard not to lose it.”

“You’re the one staring,” you point out, though your voice isn’t as steady as you want.

“I can’t not stare,” he breathes. “It’s you.”

His hand finally lifts, hovering near your wrist but he doesn’t touch. Not yet. “Say I can,” he whispers.

“Please. Just say I can have a little. I’ll be good.. I promise. I’ll be so good for you.” His voice dips, almost frantic now.

“I’ll stop the second you tell me to. I swear it. Just don’t make me leave like this.”

You stare at him for a long second, taking in the way his hands are shaking, the way he’s trying to keep himself together as his lips tremble. “…God, you’re a mess,” you mutter under your breath.

Dick huffs out something that might be a laugh, but it’s thin, strained. “Yeah.. Your mess, though, right?”

You roll your eyes, exhaling sharply through your nose before finally giving in. “Just don’t make me regret it.”

Relief hits his face instantly, almost overwhelming. “I won’t,” he promises quickly, already stepping closer. “I’ll be a good boy. Such a good boy, I—”

“Yeah, yeah, move,” you cut him off, grabbing his wrist and pulling him toward the couch.

He follows without resistance—more than that, he clings a little, like he needs the direction.

His fingers tighten around yours, his breathing uneven again as soon as you sit. You barely have a second to get comfortable before Dick moves.

One second he’s standing in front of you, the next he’s climbing over you, knees on either side of your hips as he straddles you on the couch.

The sudden shift makes you blink, caught off guard.

“…Dick?”

He freezes for half a second, like he just realized what he did.

“Sorry— sorry,” he rushes out, even though he doesn’t actually move away. If anything, his grip on you tightens slightly, like he’s afraid you’ll push him off. “I just— this is easier. I won’t take more than you give, I promise.”

You hesitate, a little confused by the position, by how close he suddenly is again—but you don’t tell him to get off.

Instead, your hand comes up almost on its own, fingers threading lightly into his hair. “C’mere,” you murmur.

Then you guide him closer, pulling his head toward your neck. The effect is immediate. A shaky breath leaves him, something between relief and disbelief. “You sure?” he whispers, voice already thinning at the edges.

You don’t answer with words this time—just tilt your head slightly, giving him better access.

That’s all the permission he needs.

He presses in, closer than before, his grip tightening as if he’s afraid you might change your mind. His lips brush your skin again, softer this time, almost reverent—

Then he bites.

The sting is brief, quickly melting into that same warm, heavy feeling as he settles in properly this time. A quiet sound slips out of him. Not just relief.

His shoulders tense, then relax all at once as he leans into you, holding you a little tighter. His breathing turns uneven again, but not from restraint this time—from how intensely he’s reacting. He lets out a soft, involuntary whimper, like he didn’t mean to make the sound at all.

Your fingers tighten slightly in his hair.

That only makes it worse.

Another muffled sound escapes him, low and needy, his body pressing closer without thinking.

He’s still careful—still not taking too much—but he’s clearly struggling to keep himself composed now. “You taste—” he tries again, voice breaking into a breathy laugh. “You have no idea what you do to me…”

His hand shifts, gripping a little tighter at your side, grounding himself as he continues—slow, lingering, like he’s savoring every second.

“Aaah— yes..”

The small noises he makes don’t stop—quiet, unfiltered, slipping out every time he breathes, every time he swallows.

“M- Mmh..”

Eventually, he pulls back just enough to breathe properly, but he doesn’t go far.

His forehead nearly rests against you, his grip still firm, like he needs to stay close. “…I meant it,” he murmurs, voice softer now, a little wrecked. “I’ll be good. I’ll behave.”

A small pause. Then, quieter—

“Just… don’t stop me, okay?”

This mf listens to NO ONE if he doesn’t want to and everyone just goes “omg what a great leader always with a better plan.”

Argues with fucking BATMAN of all people and is not a stranger to winning said arguments.

Has been kicking villain ass since 8 years old and can figure out what your great-great-great aunt twice removed was doing on April 16, 1721 and will use it as blackmail for your entire bloodline.

Probably still uses Facebook.

Would 100% wear Velcro Lightning McQueen light-up sketchers and outrun you in them only to do a quadruple backflip at the finish line as his victory dance.

He knows the exact behavior patterns and personalities of his entire team/family/coworkers and can plan their movements/reactions to near perfection in almost any circumstance. Has used this to prank them.

Learned how to cook out of spite to prove to Bruce he could live on his own (after one of the aforementioned fights. Also, after proving he could live on his own, was not immediately alerted to his little brother’s passing because Bruce has a Complex).

“Tim! Tie your shoes when you walk down the stairs you could trip and get hurt!” “You literally just got shot please worry about yourself for once??”

Has trained under Batman’s pacifistic “no killing” policy and then also fucking Deathstroke the Assassin and Mercenary. Neither one was particularly kind to his psyche

Killed the joker but imo was very justified and not insane at all. But also just sort of just… let blockbuster get killed that one time. Has also killed others

The whole vampire series??? I still haven’t read that one yet but everything I’ve heard about it has been against my will

Has had beef with multiple children (special shoutout to Jason Todd)

Somehow made peace with his family after Bruce allowed all of his other children to don the name Robin, which was given to Dick by his Very Dead mother (and of which the meaning how now been diluted and the connection to his parents severed)

Sorry for doing this so late🤧🤧

Vampire nightwing yall