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hannibals-favourite-meal · 10 months

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.⋆｡Bats And The Bees｡⋆.

Dick Grayson x plus size reader

The one where they tell everyone some big news.

Warnings: fluff, humour, pregnancy, brief mentions of a breakup but it's a joke

WC: 1k

Minors DNI

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Dick had never known fear like this in his life. It had been eating away at him for over a month now, invading his every thought, his every dream. Everywhere he looked, there it was, almost as if it were taunting him.

And you were absolutely no help at all. You laughed at his pain, giggling under your breath every time he would lay in bed to sing his woes to you. “Why don't you just call them? It doesn't have to be such a big deal.”

“It is a big deal!” Dick whined into your neck. He was laying on his front, his broad chest pressed to your ribs carefully, over-aware of not putting any pressure on your stomach. “This is a huge deal! It's world changing! I don't see how you aren't freaking out over this too.”

You gently scratched his scalp, messing up his back hair. “I know it's big Dickie, remember we had a good cry about it together. But your family will love you no matter what and I bet they'll be even more excited than we are.” He hummed against your skin, nuzzling even further into your hold.

“I mean mom has been dropping hints for a while.” You smiled and laid a kiss to the top of his head.

“I know babe, we have lunch every week.”

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“What are you doing here Grayson?” Damian stood with his arms crossed as he blocked his older brother from entering the house.

“Can't I visit my family?” He chuckled, pushing past the small boy easily. Damian trailed behind him, green eyes fixated on the large duffle bag hanging over his shoulder.

“Not without your girlfriend. Have you broken up?” He asked bluntly. Dick scoffed in return.

“No. She's at work right now.” As they entered Bruce's office, Dick opened up the elevator to the cave, knowing mostly everyone would be down there as evening began to fall over Gotham.

“Why the bag then?” He poked the dark canvas almost resentfully.

“Be patient baby bird. All good things come to those who wait.” They stepped into the elevator side-by-side, Dick shifting the bag to his other shoulder so Damian wouldn't be tempted to try and open it. Damian just glared at him for that.

The doors opened to reveal his family all dressed for a 'night out'. His mother saw him first, visibly lighting up as she spotted him. “Little bird! We weren't expecting you tonight!” Immediately she abandoned her husband in favour of coddling her eldest.

The others scoffed as she fussed over him even though she did the same for them. “Well I thought I would drop by and drop off some presents from Dove and I.”

Jason's head popped up from behind his bike, a smear of grease on his pale cheek indicating that he was once again tinkering with the motorcycle. “Presents?”

Dick smirked, of course that got his attention. ”Yes, presents. So c'mon, gather up.” Soon he was surrounded by his family, each with a very different emotion on their face. Bruce was suspicious, Tim was almost disinterested, Jason excited, Damian annoyed and his mother curious but with a knowing gleam in her eye.

Quickly, he pulled out five small and horribly wrapped gifts and distributed them to the group. “Now with these gifts, you're gonna have to give them back in a few months but I doubt you'll have any trouble doing that.”

“Chum, what do you have planned?” Bruce raised a greying brow at him but Dick just shrugged.

“Just open the damn presents.” He whipped out his phone to record their reactions.

Of course his mother was the first to get it, squealing with delight as the small onesie with 'Nana is my favourite superhero' embroidered on it was pulled from the wrapping paper. Then it was Jason who held the black onesie with the iconic red bat on the front like his uniform. He just smiled, his hands tightening on the delicate fabric, only just holding back tears of happiness.

Then it was Bruce. Excitement seemed to explode around him as he gave a belly laugh that Dick had only heard once or twice in his life, showing his wife the Batman onesie in his present. Tim realised a moment after his father, his eyes going wide as he pulled out a Red Robin version of the baby outfit.

And finally, Dick turned the camera on his youngest brother who was stock still and almost glaring at the fabric that was adorned with his moniker. His eyebrows were scrunched and his nose twitched like a bunny's. “Why did you buy this for me? It is far too small for me to wear.”

“It isn't for you really, it's for someone else.” That seemed to anger the young Robin even more.

“Then why did you say it was a present for me?” He snapped but Dick simply chuckled.

“Well, I'm giving it to you now so you can give it to your niece in 4 months.” His mother and father gasped as Jason gave a hearty 'fuck yeah!'.

“Niece?” His voice was softer now but still held some confusion in his tone. Dick handed his phone to Tim who kept recording, as Dick kneeled to be level with his brother.

“Yeah Damian, your niece. Dove and I are having a baby. A little girl to be exact.” He placed a huge hand on his small shoulder, giving it a friendly squeeze. “The onsie is for her when she's born.”

His mouth closed slowly before opening once more. “I'm going to be an uncle?” Dick nodded. “And it's a girl?” His smile was Damian's answer.

He looked back down at his hands, a small smile growing on his face. “I guess that's acceptable.” Dick tugged him in for a quick hug before he was forcefully ripped away and pulled into his mom and dad's arms. Jason and Tim quickly joined in, equally as excited.

But then Damian got a strange look on his face. “Father, where do babies come from?”

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 5 months

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Imagine teaching Bruce a hard truth about the world…

You sat across from him noticing his expressionless firm while you spoke about his actions. There was a time when Bruce would return the smile or look up eagerly but at the present moment he just seemed damaged. Alfred was right to call you in. If someone could break through the stoic facade, he hoped it was you.

“Bruce, listen. These things-”

“Don’t lecture me like a child.” Bruce snapped. This was the third time he had done so and you was at your wits end with his retaliations.

Closing the folder in your hands, you set them down on the furnished coffee table.

“You don’t want to be lectured like a child, fine. I’ll talk to you like an adult.” You spoke up loudly, voice falling into the usual GCPD detective tone.

“You tried to avenge your parents and people got hurt because it wasn’t thought through. You thought that it would fill the void of emptiness and anger. Well, like I said before, it doesn’t. The void deepens.” You told him matter of factly. “And if you make a habit of the house parties and this reckless attitude, you’re going to follow a path that will lead you to the GCPD in handcuffs.”

You were harsh and truthful. Never flinching in expression as you delivered. Taking in a deep breath, you stood up and hooked your coat over your arm. Stepping away from the young billionaire, you feigned a tight-lipped smile.

“Keep at it and you’ll be another criminal of Gotham. Congratulations on keeping the cycle flowing. I’m sure your parents would be proud.” You ended with obvious sarcasm.

Looking to Alfred, you nodded and bid your leave. You had managed to get as far as the hallway when you name was called out. Turning curiously, you saw Alfred jog over.

“Don’t you think you should have been a bit lighter on him?”

You frowned at the butler and gestured to the room they were just in.

“Absolutely not. He wanted an adult response and that’s what he got. Bruce needs to understand that there are dark consequences in this city. I can’t sugarcoat the truth.”

There was a buzzing in you pocket and you retrieved the phone. Upon glancing at the screen, you saw that there was a perimeter breach notification from your home ... along with three different text chains waiting for a response.

I need you back in the office - Harvey

Taking the afternoon off. Tell Harvey. - Jim

We got tired of waiting. Ed and I are in your kitchen. P.s. your dog only looks dead. - Oswald

Shaking your head, you sighed bitterly at the sentences.

“I need to go.” You put the phone and focussed on the man. “I’m sorry, Alfred.”

“Is everything alright?”

“Is it ever?” Your attempt at humour came out flat. Everything was a mess and somehow it fell to you to solve it. It was going to be another long day.

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humanplaypretend · 8 months

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At least he didn't have any thingamajigs

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fanfic-the-wish-your-heart-makes · 26 days

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What Gotham Fox Characters Are Like on April Fool's Day (Part 1: Jim & Jerome)👻🤡😂

Warnings: mention of Jerome not being against using bombs

Jim Gordon Busy. He's busy fighting crime. So busy that he'll just nod at whatever prank news you give him. "Did you see the news, Jim? They wrote your name "Jam Gordy". "Mhm." "Look, a deer!" "Love you too, sweetheart." 🤦😂

To his defence: he really does have tons to do. Which means that he'll melt right into his special someone's arms at the end of the day.

Jerome Valeska

Is also busy. Doing crime. But he finds time to tell you all about it. "Let me tell you, I did not expect much from the green guy, but he's got good ideas, alright. Do you have an idea too? Come on, I wanna hear 'em, I'm a spontaneous guy."

Anything you want to do is good enough for him. Be it something small or something as big as a bomb. But best don't mention such things. He might think you stopped talking about it due to insecurities, not common sense 😆.

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it-happened-once-in-a-meme · 2 months

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Instagram's Substitute For Nygmobblepot Soundtrack 🥰😂 (+Incorrect Quote)

So I was looking on Instagram whether that one romantic song for Oswald was there, but it couldn't be found and instead I got this:

"Love, Sex & Videogames". Interesting how you perceive the ship, Instagram 🤔 😂

But then again, isn't that what their relationship would be like:

Oswald: I love you too, Ed. I can buy you anything you want, you just have to name it.

Edward: Oh, great! Cause there's this new video game coming out and-

Oswald: You shall have it.

[Later]

Oswald, gently nudging Ed, who's playing: I take back what I said. Give me your full attention.

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for once in my life, let me get what i want. [battinson]

please ignore my shit tenses | wc: 780(?)

You’ve never been one to ask for more beyond what you’re given. Your feet are always impossibly cold and your smile is missing from your face these days. Winter’s hard enough as it is. You didn’t know how to feel about the mysterious man dressed up as a bat, running around at night to fight crime.

You’ve heard what this mysterious vigilante does to the rogue criminals he catches. You’ve even witnessed his brutality a few times, thankfully never aimed at you. He saved you once. You were walking home, with your cold feet and blank expression, and a group of men had jumped out of a nearby alley. You had thought, ‘oh fuck, here we go again,’ and prepared to hand over your meagre possessions. You had not anticipated the fearsome vigilante materialising out of nowhere, throttling the living daylights out of all the men until they cowered in fear. You had watched, dumbfounded, as he picked up your small, bright pink purse and handed it to you.

You almost wanted him to keep it, if only for the comical juxtaposition.

So, no, you don’t know how to feel about him. Gratitude is a motivating factor but, nowadays, you barely feel anything at all. You certainly don’t feel anything when he takes your cold hand the second time you meet (another mugging foiled) and awkwardly massages it.

“For the circulation,” He growls softly.

You hum and let him massage your hand.

The citizens of Gotham call him “the Batman”, or simply “the Bat”. Sometimes they’ll call him “Vengeance” with a capital V, but nobody answers when you ask why.

You’re not native to Gotham, but you’re not from a city which was its polar opposite either. The gloomy weather and gothic architecture is a welcome reminder of the home you unwillingly left behind.

The third time you meet him, you feel braver than before. “You ever heard of the PJ Masks?” You ask softly, watching as he delivers a harsh blow to an unconscious thug (muggings are very common in Gotham, especially when they can sense that you’re not from here). He glances back at you, his lips pursed and his eyes smeared with dark eyeliner. You wish you could take off the cowl and see his full expression.

“I haven’t,” He says softly. His voice is jarring to listen to. You can tell he’s a man of few words so whenever he speaks, you are enthralled. You don’t know why. What sort of lunatic would be fascinated by a bat vigilante?

Lunatics like you.

“It’s a good show. Reminds me of you,” You say. Your lips don’t curl up in a smile but it’s a near thing. Your feet feel warmer today.

He’s a man who talks little, but he humours you anyway. “Must be good then.” You think you imagine the minute twitch of his lips as he turns away, his fearsome cape dripping with droplets of rain and blood. You watch him go.

Your hands are still cold.

The fourth time you encounter him makes you feel as if he’s started to keep tabs on you specifically. There’s no reason for the fearsome Bat to be lurking outside the 7/11 closest to your little apartment at 2am, but he is there. There’s no thievery to put an end to and no criminals for him to terrify. There is just you and the bright lights of the 7/11 and the jalapeños-and-cheese baked concoction in your hands. Your eyes are glimmering in the artificial light as you break off a piece.

You offer it to him, a small smile playing on your lips. He takes it from you slowly, as if he’s afraid he’ll hurt you. Your feet are cosy and warm tonight. He doesn’t smile back but he does stand next to you all night. Gotham is quiet tonight. It’s a blessing in disguise for you both.

The last time you meet him, you are hurting all over. There is blood sliding down your face and your vision is blurred, but you know it’s him when someone takes your hand. He rubs your hand soothingly.

“For the… circulation… right?” You croak out. It’s hard to talk with chapped lips and broken teeth.

He doesn’t respond. His grip on your hand tightens.

Some upcoming villain in Gotham decided to launch a nefarious attack in the city centre. You were caught in the crossfire, as were many other civilians. But it’s you whom he chooses to comfort, and it’s you whom he clings onto as you fade away.

Your hand goes limp in his grasp. It’s cold.

But there’s a smile on your face and your feet are warm.

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igotanidea · 8 months

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(3) Cheater : dick grayson!version

Long awaited part 3 - as promised.

@fullbelieverheart - I really hope I'll live up to your expectations of me and this story :D

part 1

part 2

***

9 months ago

“No.”

“This was not a question, Dick.”

“Still the answer is no.”

When Bruce called Dick to the batcave and explained to him his role in the plan The Batman masterminded, Dick felt like laughing.

At first.

Until he realised that Bruce was being absolutely serious with wanting his oldest son to get into a fake relationship with a girl named Sienna. Apparently, she was loosely connected with one of the Gotham’s crime lord and this was a way to get to her relative. It was crazy and to say the least, Dick felt offended at the mere thought of going through with this horrendous idea.

“I’m not a piece of meat, Bruce! And we can’t use an innocent girl for your scheming!”

“but we will.”

“Come on!” Dick threw his hands in the air in pure frustration

“Is this about this little journalist you met?” Bruce grunted at his son “What was her name again? Y/N?”

Dick sighed. He could keep on denying, pretending that he had no idea what Bruce was talking about but there was no point. And maybe, maybe, admitting that he felt something for Y/N would made his adoptive father soften?

“Yes…..” he admits

“Forget about her.”

“What?!”

“You heard me Dick.”

“But…..”

“You have duties to this city.”

“But….!”

“Enough Dick. There are lives at stake. You have to think like Nightwing, not like Dick Grayson, now. Do you want people to die?”

“Please….. Bruce…. Ask someone else for this…. Please….” He tried to bargain, but he knew well enough it was a lost cause. Who else could possibly do the job? Jason?

“End of discussion. “

***

Dick was torn. On one hand he wanted to protect people and get whatever criminal was on the loose down. On the other he also wanted Y/N. It didn’t matter he barely met her. The feelings she gave him were incomparable with anything else. He wanted her with intensity he never thought possible. He knew he couldn’t just go and forget about her. Not with her pretty smile and pretty eyes and her messy hair and her positive energy.

So-

The only option was to play on both fields.

***

“Oh, God! I am so sorry! I swear I can be so clumsy sometimes……”

He choose the most cliché way to become acquainted with Sienna. He simply went to the same coffee shop she did every day and accidentally bumped into her, spilling coffee all over. Of course, it was iced coffee, he wouldn’t risk anyone getting burned.

“Oh, please, it was me! I really should have been watching where I was going!” she retorted

“How about I offer you coffee as a form of compensation?” he grinned

“You just gave me one!” Sienna laughed and Dick couldn’t help but be positively surprised by her sense of humour. “I wouldn’t mind a little snack, thought….. Had a hell of a day and forget to have lunch….”

“Well I can’t really let a pretty girl like you starve.” Dick ginned.

“Oh, so now I am pretty girl?” she raised an eyebrow “you sure you bumped into me because you’re clumsy?”

“Who said clumsy and lucky cannot go in pair?”

Maybe this mission would be nicer than he thought……

***

6 months ago

He found Sienna amusing and charming. But it was still just for vigilante purposes and his eyes were on Y/N. They were. Truly. And to prove it to himself, one day out of the blue he decided to show up at her work, unannounced with the biggest flower bouquet ever. Causing a little bit of commotion and making a show amongst Y/N’s co-workers.

“Hey Y/N….” he smiled, his silhouette barely visible from the grand bunch of forget-me-nots.

“Dick?” her eyes grew wide at the sight in front of him. “It’s not my birthday…..”

“Can’t I just give a little gift to my favourite girl? For no reason? ”

“You’re just unbelievable” she chuckled shaking her head. “and I bet the blue flowers were chosen for no reason…..”

“Sh! You’re gonna blew my cover Y/N!”

“Mhm. Because of the colour of the plants….. As if that were the craziest thing that may uncover your secret identity.”

“And who’s unbelievable now?’ she narrowed his eyes, leaning forward and trying to kiss her.

“Nah uh….” She chuckles pulling back. “not at work….”

“Y/N!” he whined

“not at work.” She insisted

“Come over tonight then….” Dick begged. “Please… I need you

“Tonight you say?”

“please, baby……”

“Wayne gala.” She simply said

“I’m sorry, what?” those two words threw him back into reality “what are you talking about?”

“You little pea brain…..” she cooed, brushing hair out of his forehead and ruffling his mop. “It’s the night of Annual Wayne Gala. Don’t tell me you forgot?” his silence was enough of an answer. “I was seconded for the press coverage. Work night for me.”

“Doesn’t mean we cannot have some fun together later on…..” Dick grabbed her hand, intertwined their fingers and caressing her skin. The gesture was innocent but his eyes were shining with a predatory gaze leaving no room for doubts of what he really meant.

“Are you absolutely sure we can hide from Bruce’s watchful gaze?”

“It’s a big Manor….” Dick smiled suggestively, leaning closer to her “come on, baby. You keep me waiting for so long now…..”

“The famous Dick Grayson, the heartbreaker and forever the bachelor is begging for a girl?”

“Not just any girl…” he smirked “you.” Without any warning he closed the gap between them, kissing her softly with all the feelings he had for her. He loved her. Her loved her…. He loved her, right? “Y/N…” he tangled hand in her hair and brought her closer, not caring who might see them at her work. And apparently, at this point, neither did she. “Come on….” He brushed his lips over her cheek and jaw, eyes closed, breathing her in “Please…..”

“I….” she gasped, overwhelmed by everything he was doing at the moment “I guess I can try to implement some work-life balance…”

“Good girl…..” he whispered, kissing her lips again and she shivered at those words. He was right. She was keeping him waiting for long.

“I’ll see you tonight then, Grayson.” Gathering what was left of her self-control she pushed him away from her, standing up abruptly and fixing her hair “I gotta get back to work now.”

“I’ll see you tonight then.” He grinned, grabbing her tightly by the waist, pulling her close and kissing once more with untamed passion, before moving away, grinning like a school boy and exiting the office, leaving the poor girl flustered and distracted.

***

“Dick!”

Dick was all ready for the Wayne Gala and for the little after party with Y/N, creating some wild scenarios in his head. But once he entered the main room, already filled with the big fish, his eyes searching for his girl in the sea of heads Sienna came right through to him.

“Sienna?” He smiled, but it felt ground slip beneath his feet “what are you doing here?”

“Bruce invited me.” She handed him a glass of champagne and he tossed it off in a second. “Cause apparently the scatterbrain of my boyfriend forgot about the event of the year…..”

“Hm?” Dick muttered, his mind elsewhere “What? I mean, yes, of course, you know me..” he chuckled nervously “I never were a fan of this whole gala thing. Haha. None of my brothers ever were….”

“And yet, here we both are….I only wish the press weren’t so insistent.” Sienna took a sip of her own drink. “There’s this one reporter, Y/N. She tried to talk to me and get my opinion on some social case……”

“You… you talked to Y/N?!” Dick almost choked at the mini sandwich he grabbed from the tray.

“Yes! She’s a girl boss. You should meet her, Dick. Bet she would take you down with her no man’s bullshit attitude.” Sienna laughed “God, we could make such a good friends…. Oh, look! She’s right there! Talking to your brother.”

“Which brother?!” Dick’s started sweating. Please don’t let it be….

“Jason, I suppose. Seems like they are having fun together.”

“Oh, shit!” Dick hissed. Jason knew everything about this whole mission thing. And he had a really loose tongue.

“Dick? Are you all right, love?” now, Sienna seemed truly concerned, trying to meet Dick’s gaze.

“I’m perfect, dear. Would you like to dance with me?”

“I thought you hated this gala thing? And everything that came with it?”

“Well, I got a pretty girl by my side and …..” only now he get the chance to eye Sienna from head to toe. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you. So glad you noticed.” She snickered

“So, will you do me the honour?” Dick reached his hand and once Sienna took it, lead her to the dancefloor, joining some other couples.

While he might have had Sienna in his arms, the only person on his mind was definitely Y/N. His gaze never left her figure during the dance and the only thing that saved him from any possible questions was that it was a slow dance and Sienna clung to him tightly, her head resting on his shoulder, eyes closed, enjoying them moving together.

But –

This was also the source of the trouble in the form of Y/N noticing another girl being so close to Dick. Too close. And once Dick spotted her shocked gaze, her hurt face expression, the disbelief radiating from her whole body he knew he was doomed. And Jason, who was standing next to Y/N, barely holding a laugh was not helpful at all, making Dick count the seconds till the end of the song, and desperately and silently call his younger brother for help.

Obviously, Jason was not without heart and he would have to be completely blind to not notice the suffering of Dick’s and him making a fool out of himself. So after a while of not-so-discreet laughing his ass off he actually decided to give Dick a hand. He knew that anyone connected to Batman and actually listening to him would be suffering. No matter how strained the relationship between Dick and Jason was, the latter liked Y/N. And to tell the truth, Jason wanted to save her heartbreak. If that meant letting Dick talk to his girl and keeping Sienna occupied for a while, he could deal with it. For Y/N;s sake, obviously.

“Excuse-me dance?” Jason teased approaching Dick and Sienna.

“Hey…. Honey… would you mind Jace keeping you entertained for a moment, while I go talk to that journalist you mentioned? Oldest son, gotta keep the appearances that I actually know what I’m doing here…..” Dick stuttered

“Which he obviously doesn’t” Jason hissed

Sienna looked between two brothers, a bit confused of what was happening, but finally nodding her head.

“Sure, love. You go talk to the press. Hopefully your younger brother won’t trample me….” She chuckled and kissed Dick on the lips lightly before letting go of his hand and allowing him to run of the dancefloor.

Shit….

“Y/N!” he hissed. Apparently, before talking to the press, he will have to chase it first. “Y/N, wait!” he grabbed her wrist, before she could leave the Manor, spinning her around so that she was forced to face him.

“What the hell, Dick?! Let go off me!” she struggled against his grip

“Please, let’s just talk about it….” He begged “I can explain.”

“Explain why you had another girl holding you and kissing you?! What are you playing!?”

“Come on, let’s not make a scene, Y/N!”

“No. Let’s!” she had every right to be angry but Dick could not let her unleash her inner destroyer in front of all the guest. So before she could do or say anything else, he grabbed her waist and pushed her into the first empty room, pressing her into the wall inside and capturing her lips in his.

“Y/N….” he whined, feeling her kiss him back, turning all hot, his hands roaming her entire body in the frantic need of her. Right there, right now. He wanted her. And he was going to have her. After all that was the plan all along and if it were to happen a little faster than expected.. so be it. “Y/N….” his moan died halfway when his hand slide down her leg, sneaking under the hem of her dress and moving up again, lifting the material, trying to touch her where he knew she needed. “I love you…..”

Those three little words seemed to bring her back to reality.

“You love me, huh?” she wriggled out of his grip making him groan at the loss. “How dare you say that?!”

“Ok, fine… I owe you some explanation….”

“You owe me so much more than just some explanation.” She crossed arms over her chest ”are you with her? Is she your girlfriend?”

“NO!”

“Then what is this about?!”

“Batman.” He muttered

“I’m sorry, what?” she raised an eyebrow at him

“It’s Batman and Nightwing thing. Bruce is… after a criminal apparently and sienna… she’s the way to get to him….”

“So you’re just using her!? That’s even worse!”

“I’m not using her! I never promised her anything!”

“You let her kiss you!”

“It doesn’t mean a thing!”

“Do you even know women, Grayson!?”

“I want to be with you…! Please, you have to believe me, Y/N, I swear!” he grabbed both her hands. “Look at me.” She averted her gaze “Please, look at me….” She was still disobeying so in desperation he grabbed her chin and forced her eyes on him “I know you hate me now and you have every right to do so. I should have told you about this and I’m sorry.”

“Are you now?”

“Yes. Please. I only want you. You hear me?” he leaned forward slightly, their foreheads touching “You, baby. I wish it wasn’t so hard, but sometimes… sometimes I have to act like Nightwing and not like Dick Grayson. But it doesn’t mean I love you any less.” She sighs deeply at the confession processing everything he just dropped on her. “Please baby, say something, anything.”

“She’s actually a very nice and smart girl, you know?”

“But I want you….”

“Shut up, Grayson. You say it’s hard for you, but do you have any idea how hard it is for me to go against another girl’s back?”

“I’m sorry….” He squeaked, holding her hand tighter.

“I’m not gonna leave….” Y/N starts.

“You won’t?!” his eyes lighten up a bit at the words.

“No. However…. If we are to pursue our relationship further… do… all those things you want to do…..” at this point Dick felt himself getting hard at the mere thought of having Y/N. “if you want me, you’ll have to finish that stupid mission first. I won’t sleep with you while you still with her.”

“But it’s all fake!”

“Even if it’s fake.” Y/N emphasised.

“But….!”

“No buts. I’m here, but like I said, no betraying another girl like that. Not while she might be in love with you, you hear me? I can wait, can you?”

“Yes….” He hung his head low. “Yes, I can wait for you, but you’re making it really hard for me Y/N.”

Now

“ What the fuck is going on here?!” Sienna’s voice echoed through the apartment.

Shit… Shit… shit….

They were in so much of a deep shit…..

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The pussy eating fic was 😵😵😵 I was killed, buried, revived and killed again

I think my new kink is Dick Grayson being "Here Touch My Sweater It's Made From Boyfriend Material" in the streets, and then being mean and teasing in the sheets 🥴

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Pairing - Dick Grayson X (F)Reader Words - 3.2k Warnings - SMUT 18+ - Graphic Sexual Content - Unprotected Sex - Multiple Orgasms - Mean!Dick - Begging/Teasing - Marking - Crying - Degradation - Swearing - Creampie - Breeding!Kink - Fingering - Praise!Kink - Casual Dominance - Fluff. Notes - oh Oh OH. I can’t deal with this. Just?? The thought of him being all soft and sweet with you when you’re in public, or around friends and family. Then absolutely switching into a goddamn meanie when you’re home and he has you all to himself. Hurhurhg Mean!Dick has me in a chokehold, I didn’t think it would fuck me up this much but uhhh, here I am.

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Gotham’s weather can be described in one of two ways; raining, or about to rain.

Existing in a microclimate of its own making you’re almost certain that in the years that you’ve lived here, you can count the times you’ve seen the sun on one hand. Suddenly–amusingly–the fatigue and low mood finally makes sense.

Limited sunlight and nearly perpetual rain equals low vitamin D.

You decide then and there that maybe, just maybe you should start adding supplements to your diet, or at least changing it up to give you what you’re missing.

Gotham is funny, although you think that thought stays within the city limits.

After all, not everyone has the same sense of humour.

Frigid wind lashes through the streets and you press your teeth together, trying to starve off the urge to start shivering. Dark clouds roll in over the already grey horizon and your eyes catch the edge of the thin cardigan covering your shoulders. You almost want to smack yourself over the head.

Beside you Dick glances over, fingers briefly tightening around your own. Without a word he shrugs off his jacket, letting go of your hand to remove his arm from the sleeve and throw it over your shoulders.

Tucking your arms through the sleeves he gives you a soft smile and zips it up, making sure to settle the zipper just under your chin.

Staring at him your gaze melts, a gentle sort of warmth weaving through your chest.

“Thanks.” You say, tucking yourself into his side.

Humming quietly his arm settles across the backs of your shoulders, steering you through the streets and protecting you from the blistering chill sweeping through the city. Tugging you into the entrance of a coffee shop he pulls open the door, gesturing for you to walk through first before he follows.

You don’t think you’ll ever get used to it, get used to the quick, soft swell of your heart, the heavy thud of your pulse when he does something like that. Can’t quite get used to how he puts you first, holds open doors, gives you his jacket when it’s cold, meets you at the end of a tough shift just to walk home with you.

Dick Grayson is attentive, thoughtful, fucking perfect.

“Go sit down, baby.” He smiles, kissing the top of your head. “I’ll get the drinks and come find you.”

Weaving between the various tables you find one at the back, against the wall and overlooking the entire store. Settling into the chair with your back facing the shop you leave the one opposite for Dick, knowing he likes to be in a position to see everything going on around him.

Pulling out your phone you check through your emails, sighing tiredly when you see one from your boss asking once again for overtime. Locking the screen you place the device face down on the table, refusing to look at the email any longer.

A shadow passes over your shoulder and you spin to the side, throw a cautious glance around the shop before focusing your attention on Dick. Sliding your drink onto the table in front of you he slips silently into the chair opposite.

Cupping your hands around the cup you use the warmth to regain feeling in your fingers.

Across from you Dick surveys the shop, sharp eyes darting from one person to the next, accessing and categorizing potential threats. You know he does it reflectively, doesn’t even know he’s doing it half of the time, but some part of your heart pangs for him.

You wonder if he ever gets tired of it; always searching for a threat that might not ever be there.

Glancing back at your phone you tap your foot under the table, a relentless rhythm trying to dispel some of the restless energy swinging through your veins. Your boss asking for overtime isn’t anything new, crops up at least once every few weeks. More often than not you agree, far too worried of losing your job or becoming a potential target for some of the worse duties out of retaliation.

Mentally, you run through your shifts, processing your hours and sliding the overtime into place. Under the table your foot keeps tapping, drinks shaking on the tabletop. Biting at your bottom lip you try to figure out the best way to tell Dick you’re going to be working again this weekend.

Eyes settle on your face and you look up, catching Dick’s gaze seconds before he clamps both feet around your ankle and stops your foot.

He says one word, stern and uncompromising, “No.”

Your eyes widen, “Huh?”

“Overtime,” He clarifies, “You’ve worked the past three weekends in a row, you’re not working again this weekend.” You open your mouth to protest, to tell him that it’s not like you have much of a choice. “I said no. Baby, you’re exhausted, you need some proper sleep, not just a few hours here and there.”

A scowl twists your mouth, “You’re not allowed to lecture me on bad sleeping patterns.” Dick raises an eyebrow in silent challenge and something hot kicks awake in your gut. “He wouldn’t ask if he didn’t need help. Besides, I get paid for it and god knows I need the extra cash.”

Remaining silent for a beat Dick darts his eyes over your face.

“You’re a terrible liar.” Grabbing your hand across the table he rubs his thumb over your knuckles. “You keep agreeing to it because you’re worried he’ll fire you otherwise. Tell him no, and if he starts giving you trouble, I'll deal with it.”

The tension twisting over your shoulders loosens a fraction.

“Tell him now.” Dick says, eyeing your phone. “You won’t do it otherwise.”

Tugging your hand out of his hold you pick up your phone, fingers tapping over the screen to formulate a somewhat professional response. Across from you Dick takes a sip of his drink, eyes quickly leaving your face to rove over the shop once again. Sending the email you put your phone back down on the table.

“Can I have my foot back now?” You ask, grinning slightly.

Releasing your ankle Dick shuffles in his chair, settling into a more comfortable position, not once moving his attention away from what is happening around him. He rests one hand on the table absentmindedly, palm facing up. Tracing your finger over the lines of his palm you watch his fingers twitch in response.

Walking the pads of your fingers over his palm and towards his wrist you settle at his pulse point, pressing gently to feel the steady thud of his heart. Smoothing over the vein you hook your little fingers together and take a sip of your drink.

On the table your phone vibrates.

Dread quickly coils in your stomach, the warmth you’ve managed to stoke inside yourself disappearing instantly. Looking up you lock eyes with Dick and he grabs your phone before you have a chance to. Watching intently for his reaction you grumble quietly in aggravation when he doesn’t let his emotions show on his face.

Damn him and his training.

Nudging his foot under the table you bite at your lip, “I’m fired aren’t I?” Dick’s eyes dart over the screen and you see a flash of something rageful ignite behind his pretty blue eyes. Tugging at his sleeve you quietly run through your options, start mentally updating your resume. A tired sigh works up your throat, “I’ll start looking for another job in the morning.”

“You’re not fired.” He finally mutters, handing over your phone so you can read through your boss's response. “He said you either come in over the weekend or he’ll have no choice but to file a NCR.”

Growling under your breath you feel tears burn behind your eyes. Opposite you Dick pulls out his phone, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Great. Just fucking great.” Putting your phone down you run your hand through your hair, teeth sinking into your lower lip. Under the table, your foot starts bouncing again. “Should’ve known he’d pull that card. I’ve been there almost three years and not once had a problem. The second I say no he’s threatening me with non-conformance.”

“Stop bouncing your leg.” Dick orders, still tapping on his phone.

Lost in the swirl of your own thoughts his voice doesn’t register, too caught up in the thought of losing your job, or murdering your boss. For a split second you think of just giving in and agreeing to work through the weekend, you’d rather do that than have an NCR on your record.

“I said,” Dick growls, clamping his feet around your ankle again. “Stop bouncing your leg.”

Snapping your head up, your eyes lock. There's something hard and dominating in his voice and you react on a base level, almost like a reflex. Relaxing your foot you exhale through your teeth, frustrated and halfway to exhausted.

Darting your gaze away you rub your eyes, “Sorry.”

Dick sighs, calling your name gently, “I’ve got you, okay? I’ll sort this out.”

Nodding silently you pick up your drink–now almost cold–and take a long sip. Glancing out of the window, you slide your eyes up and down the street, watching as the wind blows everything in its path. You start to dread the walk home already, darkness creeping in over the endless horizon.

Warm fingers trail over your hand and your mouth quirks up at the edges when your skin tingles in response. Keeping your attention on the world outside you miss the way Dick looks at you, all soft and warm, committing the sight of you to memory.

“Y’almost done?” He asks, slipping his fingers under the sleeve of his jacket in search of more skin.

Shuddering under his gentle touch you glance his way, “Yeah, almost.”

Dick smiles, your heart skips, and not for the first time you think about how much he means to you, think about how much you love him.

Dick is disgusting with it.

Drags you over his cock like you’re nothing more than a toy, nothing more than a tight, wet hole to shove himself into. He catches his fat, leaking tip at your entrance, stretches your flushed hole open around the head of his cock but gives you no more, not even when you beg for it.

“Please,” You sulk, muscles trembling. “Dick please!”

You’re spread open on his lap. Dick mouths at your neck, sinks his teeth into the sensitive skin there and bites hard enough to make you hiss. He licks over the indent of his teeth, bites again, and when you whine, fidget on his lap, Dick grabs your jaw to hold you still.

“Stop moving.” He says, letting the length of his throbbing cock press against your slit. “If I want to mark you up, I expect you to be a very good girl and let me.”

You groan, pussy aching and drooling against the underside of his cock, “Dick–baby, please.”

Forcing your head to the side, Dick sucks a mark into your skin. The flesh burns as your blood blooms under the surface, the mark surrounded by perfect indents of his teeth. Flexing your hips you try to grind yourself on his length, try to rub your clit over the thick, pulsing vein running up his shaft.

“You’re pathetic. You can’t even listen to a simple request, can you?” Dick anchors one hand on your hip, presses hard enough to almost leave a bruise. It stops you moving immediately, has tears of frustration pricking at your eyes. “I told you to stay still, and what do you do? Grind your greedy little pussy on my cock like a whore.”

A whine catches in your throat, nails digging into his broad shoulders.

“You could come from that if I let you, couldn’t you? Could rub your aching clit on my cock and come like the desperate little slut you are.” He sneers, voice horribly wicked. Dick stuffs two fingers in your mouth, presses down on your tongue so you drool from the corners of your mouth. “You’re so fucking easy.”

Drooling over his hand Dick smirks when your spit dribbles between your breasts. Releasing your hip he swipes his fingers through your drool and smears it over your nipples. Arching your back you try to push yourself into his hands, try to silently signal for more stimulation.

He doesn’t give it to you.

Instead, Dick strokes himself between your thighs, taps the wet head of his cock against your clit until you’re moaning. His smile is lethal, makes you want to shrink in on yourself, makes you want to kiss him because only Dick Grayson can make being mean so goddamn hot.

“Beg.” He grins, pressing down harder on your tongue so that every word you say is a slur of vowels and spit. “If you beg nicely for me, I'll give you what you want.”

You try but every word you say is a garbled mess, unintelligible, barely stringing together into something comprehensible. Dick laughs, his eyes are dark and glittering and attentive. He watches you with something akin to glee, high on the complete control he has over you.

“What’s that baby?” He mocks, leaning in to hear you better–like he’s really trying to understand what you’re saying. “Want me to fuck you?” Nodding your head you flush white hot all over when you feel your arousal roll down Dick’s balls, wetness smearing over the inside of his thighs. “I don’t know, princess. I can’t hear you very well.”

Tears fill your eyes and Dick’s face blurs. You whimper, roll your hips and try to speak, but he keeps your tongue pinned to the bottom of your mouth. He keeps tapping at your clit with the fat head of his cock and you feel yourself twitch and pulse each time he touches you.

You’re so close. You could come from the rhythmic tap of his cock against your swollen, straining clit.

“Are you even trying?” He questions. Tears stream down your face and you sob. Dick leans forwards to kiss them away, ignoring the desperate grind of your hips. “There you go. You’re so pretty when you cry for me.”

Finally removing his fingers from your mouth he wipes the spit covered digits over your nipples. Pinching at the stiffened peaks you gasp, a soft moan balancing on your tongue. Taking one into his mouth he bites at your nipple, drags his teeth over it then soothes the slight sting with a firm lick.

Trembling from head to toe you feel your thoughts go fuzzy, you feel weightless.

“That’s it. Let go.” Dick whispers. “You’re such a good girl for me.”

Shifting you around on his thighs, Dick finally, finally, pushes his cock into your pussy. Your walls stretch around him, sucking him into the wet heat of your cunt. Dick moans, tucks his head into the crook of your neck and bites down, hard.

“Oh fuck!” You cry, tears still staining your cheeks. “I’m–I’m gonna—”

Bucking violently you shout, and to your horror, you come. Right there, right then. He’s been inside you for all of a few seconds and you come, pussy squeezing at his cock, clit twitching and pulsing as you orgasm.

“Wow. You really are easy.” Dick grunts, unable to move with how tightly you’re clamped around him. “Can’t believe that’s all it took for me to make you come, baby. I just shove my cock into your weeping little cunt and you come for me, don’t even need to fuck you.”

“Dick.” You gasp, raking your nails over his shoulders. “Fuck! Please, I can’t–hng–please.”

Thrusting up into your pussy, Dick forces your clenching walls to yield. He shoves himself balls deep then flips you over, twists your body until you're underneath him, splayed out and writhing. Wedging your thighs open around his hips he grabs your hands and pins them over your head.

“M’gonna fuck you now.” He says, staring down at you. “And there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”

His pace is punishing. You can’t string a reasonable thought together, soft little noises escape your mouth with each powerful thrust of his hips. His balls smack against your ass and you mewl, try to dislodge his grip so you have something to hold on to.

He doesn’t let you.

Just tightens his grip and clucks his tongue, disappointed, “No, baby. Take it. C’mon, you can take it can’t you?”

Arching your back you shudder, mouth parted, “Uh-huh, I can take it.” You gasp, eyes rolling into the back of your skull. Dick grinds his cock into you, nudges at your sensitive clit with barely there pressure.

“Gonna fill you up. Want my come dripping out of your pretty pussy.”

“Oh–oh please!” You think you could reach out and touch the edge of time, could swallow the whole fucking world whole. “Dick, please! Come in me, baby. Please come inside me.”

Slamming into you, Dick groans, long and low and so goddamn pretty your head spins. You feel him twitch inside you, then seconds later you feel his come flooding your pussy and leaking out around the sides of his cock.

Holding both of your hands in one palm he uses his free hand to rub at your clit. The stimulation has you sobbing, sensitive and ready to claw out of your own skin. Dick shushes you when you cry out, kisses you hard, mean, licks into your mouth and swallows every noise like he’s hungry for it.

You come again and Dick groans into your mouth then pulls back, a thin string of spit connecting you.

Shuffling off you, his cock slips out and the emptiness feels endless, feels like you’re missing something important. Getting face to face with your pussy Dick moans when he watches your hole twitch and leak a mixture of yours and his come.

Gathering his release on his fingers Dick pushes his come back into your cunt, fingers it back inside you, “Fucking hell,” He groans, biting at your inner thigh. “Y’look so good with my come dripping out of you.”

“Love it when you come in me, baby.” You admit, breathless.

“Careful.” Dick warns. “You’re gonna get me hard again.”

The smile on your face is coy, “Good.”

It’s touching four in the morning when your phone buzzes.

Rolling over with a garbled groan you swing wildly and embarrassingly uncoordinated for the device. Flicking through the notifications glaring over the screen you pull up short when you read the beginnings of an email from someone who isn’t your boss.

Suddenly awake and balancing clumsily between fury and fear you unlock your phone to read through its entirety. Getting to the bottom of the email your mouth hooks up at the corners.

‘From this point onwards you will no longer be asked or required to work overtime, and effective immediately you will be working under a new manager.’

Dick Grayson you little bastard.

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