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entirelytoooobsessed · 5 months
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touchstarved boys who always need to touch you one way or another, whether it's a hand around your waist, fingers laced with yours, nuzzling his head into your neck.
that whine at the slightest touch anyways, keening when you run your fingers through their hair. holding back a moan when you scratch gently at their scalp with your nails.
who glow under your love, shuddering with the sweet praise that drips your lips.
who try to do their very best so you'll call them your good boy and maybe if they're very good you'll let them touch your body, let them lay between your legs and taste you--if they're good. a tantalizing carrot on a stick that leaves them panting with need.
touchstarved boys that can't bear to be apart from you long, and can hardly keep sane without you in their line of sight,
who grip at your wrist when you try to leave for work, begging you to stay as they drop onto their knees, hugging your legs.
who plead and plead for you not to leave them, whining and sniffling when you try to shake them off.
who nudge their nose against your thigh, sweet big eyes looking up and only then can you tell deep inside where this was always inevitably going to go.
touchstarved boys who you could never seem to say no to.
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taurder · 8 months
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you knew dick grayson was going to sing like a bird in bed the second you landed your eyes on him. he was witty, quick to talk back in any other situation and it translated to a very vocal partner who wouldn't shut up while you were pounding him raw. he liked the banter before getting fucked seven days to sunday, and if it meant you saying dirty stuff to him then the vigilante wouldn't hesitate to become a brat, a slut, a desperate whore who needed you, a cocky hero who challenged you.
"ah-and here i though i was gonna get– mgh! properly manhandled, maybe if i go to fuck! mmhgghh" and sometimes you too would twist the words you knew he wanted to hear: a jealous boyfriend pushing just your tip into his hole, stopping him from moving. "no, no, you were saying? maybe if you go to whom, exactly?" and so he'll trash his mouth and either beg for it or provoke you to rail him harder.
then you'll be the mean lover, not caring if you missed his prostate with every thrust or if your hold in his hands stopped him from touching his own throbbing cock. "isn't this what you wanted, grayson? being fucked, right? then fucking take it, and be good 'cause you're gonna cum without touching your clit". and he would shiver from pleasure, moaning out before moving to fuck himself farther into you.
"please, please please, please fuck, so close, I can't like this– i caAagh–n't please" and it sometimes would take a long time for him to be good and ask for it, but he'd get there eventually. other times all you could hear were praises, for your cock, your legs, mouth, even your knees when he was horny enough to get off by just grinding into you, it really depended of the mood.
if it was a rough night: "just fucking get in, need it now, c'mon... yeah yeah, oh god. yes, yes. deeper, all the way in, fuck." and he would cry out, moan your name so demanding and you had to at least put him through two orgasms to fuck the stress and anger out of him. and if it was a wonderful weekend: "i love your tongue, i really really do, yes! keep eating me out– ah ah ah ah mmhmmm". his moans and keening voice would be so sweet you didn't have it in you to stop. you would do as asked, making him feel all loved and full that any other thought in his mind would come second to your cock.
you liked not knowing what yo expect each time he came to you to get filled, used. he would even salivate just by looking at you when you opened your door for him, his mouth already anticipating that it needed to be wet, either if you were to make him gag on your length or to be a talkative slut, a singing bird showing off his vocal range even after three or five orgasms. his mouth would still salivate even then, the wet spots all over the mattress, the kitchen table and your own shirts being proof of that.
still thirsty?
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villainwithacrush · 8 months
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not enough sub!nightwing content on this site.
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chxrrysangel · 2 years
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I’m not gonna say anything, just gonna leave this here. Y’all will see it again tho, don’t worry
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dxxdhood · 1 month
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show off
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pairing: dick grayson x gn!reader
summary: after dick tries his hardest to get your attention, you finally give it to him.
tags: smut (18+), sub!dick grayson, dom!reader, teasing, dirty talk, praise kink, fingering (m receiving), oral (m receiving), light bondage, hair pulling, body worship
wc: 2.2k
a/n: hey! sorry for disappearing! i don't have an ao3-author-almost-dying-excuse but i hope this fic makes up for it!
What made Dick Grayson so hot was that he knew he was hot. He was always walking around with an annoying amount of confidence that he managed to pull off anyway. Blame it on him being the poster child for a Good Samaritan or his relentless integrity– the guy was impossible to hate no matter how big his head got.
Luckily, you’ve lucked out as his official, number one supporter. Ever since becoming partners, you’ve gotten to spend more little moments together, even when life would ordinarily tear you apart. And of course it’s great! Dick’s arms around you as you try to catch up on some reading in the morning, forehead kisses even as you’re running out the door late for work– everything’s been adorable. But lately, you can’t shake the feeling that something’s off. 
Dick’s been stressed out, you can tell it in the set of his shoulders even if he’s been trying to hide it. The thing was, you’ve been super busy lately. Work and personal stuff kept piling up, and although you’re ashamed of it, you’ve ended up prioritizing other things instead of your relationship.
You told Dick that you were swamped with work and – as usual – he was nothing but understanding. But if dating Dick has taught you anything, it’s that he believes that being understanding means completely ignoring all his own wants. It’s very endearing, but you also feel like a giant asshole, especially as things finally start clearing up and he still keeps his distance.
Or well, at least it seems like he’s trying to keep his distance. That doesn’t explain him showing off for you.
Because that’s what he’s been doing! It started off when you came back from work one night to Dick, on his day off from patrols, cooking you an entire candlelit dinner. He was wearing a black button up with the top two buttons undone and the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His hair was also loose, messy like he’d just been on a run. Oh, and he must not have shaved that morning, because he has the slightest amount of stubble– he was trying to kill you was what he was doing. 
Okay, he may have had plausible deniability during that night’s dinner, but that time you walked in on him working out was not subtle. As soon as you walked into the living room he switched to doing squats, the thin material of his gym shorts straining against his muscled thighs. After a couple seconds of you watching in awe, he had the nerve to turn around and smile at you all innocently, asking you how your day went. 
And then there was what happened yesterday. Once again you walk into your living room (clearly a trigger for these events) and you’re met with Dick on the couch, shirtless, wearing only gray sweatpants as he snores softly. His head was leaning against his shoulder at an uncomfortable angle, so you grab a small pillow and maneuver it under his neck to stop him from getting sore. Even asleep, you feel how strong he is as your hands trace the outline of his neck and shoulder muscles. You can spot so many moles littering his arms and chest. It’s a shame they’re usually covered.
It’s not like Dick doesn’t usually lounge around the house shirtless, but wearing nothing – and you’re sure it’s really nothing – but gray sweatpants all stretched out on the couch? At this point he’s not asking for you to do something, he’s begging for it.
So, today you text him to “get ready for a surprise tonight!” while he’s out on patrol. He responds back something like “????😍🥳😘!!!!!” while you start getting ready. 
“Hey, I’m home!” he calls as he walks through your front door. “So what’s this big surprise I’ve been hearing about?”
“Welcome back,” you say, rushing from your bedroom to give him a kiss. He’s ready to break it off almost instantly, but you hold on for longer, placing your hands on his shoulders. Dick muffles a sound of surprise but he doesn’t pull away. After a second of not knowing what to do with his hands, he rests them around your waist and melts into the kiss.
You eventually pull back and Dick starts talking again, “Well, that was a nice surprise! Guess I’ll just–”
“Shut up!” You shout through a giggle. “Just wait a second, it’s in here.”
You grab his hand and lead him to your bedroom, which you’ve lit with scented candles. Also – and this may have been going a little far – you bought roses to adorn your bedside table (and to sprinkle petals on your bed, of course). On top of the freshly washed sheets, through the dim lighting, Dick spots some suspiciously red rope. 
“Alright, I mean it this time, this is a nice surprise,” he says as he tries to fight against a smile. “But are you sure you’re okay to do this tonight? I don’t wanna worry you, and if you don’t have the time for–”
You grab both of his hands and pull him down so you’re both sitting on the side of the bed.
“Dick… It’s not my fault I’ve been busy lately, and I know that,” you take a deep breath. “But I’m so sorry I haven’t been spending enough time with you. I should’ve tried harder, you know, I should’ve done what you always do– find a way to pull through it.”
He raises one of his hands from where yours were covering his and is about to protest before you stop him, “Please don’t defend me, just let me say I’m an asshole for once.”
He exhales and relaxes back, placing his hands in yours again.
“So, let me make it up to you?” you ask, almost timidly in comparison to how solid the rest of your apology went.
As a response, Dick leans forward and hugs you so tight you think you may have crushed ribs (and you know Dick definitely has the strength to do it). 
“Of course I’m not going to say no to that,” he chuckles, breaking the hug so he can stand up and start uncoiling the rope.
“Hold on,” you say as you come up behind him and place a hand on his shoulder. He turns his head toward you, confusion clear on his face. “I was thinking that tonight I’d do the tying.”
And you’re infinitely grateful that Dick turned around, because now you can see his cute raised eyebrows and the sweet way he tries to look towards the floor. He lets out a small cough and politely hands you the rope.
“Sounds- sounds good.”
“Great!” you nestle a hand in his tousled hair and scratch at the back of his scalp. “Go take a shower, alright? When you’re back, I’ll be here and we’ll get started, okay?”
He nods, and you give a gentle tug of his hair, “Speak, baby.”
“Right, yeah! Good! It sounds really good,” He manages, walking to the bathroom quickly and wasting no time to get the shower started.
You giggle as you watch him exit. Dick was usually so suave and self-assured, it always threw you to see how nervous he got when he was under your thumb. 
Preparing the last few things you needed, you lay on the bed, resting your head on your bent arm to watch Dick as he steps out of the bathroom. He didn’t even bother bringing a towel out with him, and you can see the drops of water run down his chest and abs before reaching his cock. 
You give him less of a smirk and more of a fond smile as you walk up to him, reaching to cup the back of his neck and bring his face close to yours.
“Even now, when I already told you you’re going to get what you want, you’re still showing off for me.”
“What?” He shakes his head, eyes gleaming.
“Lay down for me, okay? You say, and even though he wants to hear you finish, he follows immediately.
Rope in hand, you crawl on the bed so you’re straddling him. The sight of him, all lean muscles and thick thighs, laid out for you makes your face heat up. You take a deep breath as you gesture for him to move his hands up, and you tie him to the headboard.
“You’ve been craving my attention so badly, haven’t you? Just wanted me to drop what I was doing and show you how much I love you?”
“What, no, I–”
You move your hands from his tied up wrists to grip his jaw so he faces you, “Don’t keep anything from me now. Just tell me the truth, I want to hear it.”
After fighting past a blush, Dick lets out a shuddering breath, “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“I– I wanted you to notice me.”
“How couldn’t I, baby?” You say as you move down his body, nipping at his neck and the strong muscles of his shoulders. “You always look so sexy, you always want me to look.”
You lick at one of his nipples and you can feel his body twitch.
“You know you’re so handsome, right? You’re so hot, sometimes I think about you at work and get so distracted I can’t get anything done.”
He lets out a sigh as you scratch your nails down his side, leaving lines of red before you grip at his raised biceps.
“You’re so kind, too,” You whisper before kissing him deeply, biting at his bottom lip. Your other hand leaves to get the lube and begins spreading some around his hole. Dick’s breathing grows more and more uneven, but you kiss along his jaw and let him relax before you slip your finger in.
He squirms a bit at first, and you run your other hand through his hair to comfort him as you prep him using your finger. 
“You’re always so good, even when you don’t have to be– even when you have no reason to be. You see someone hurt, alone, and you help them– like it’s the most obvious thing to do.” You add another finger and Dick bites his lip at the stretch, trying not to breathe too heavily.
He starts gasping at every little thrust, sweat glistening at his brow and you angle your hand to reach that spot every time. Dick lets out a long groan, dipping his head to his collarbone before you pull him back up to look you in the eyes..
“You’re incredible, Dick. Such a gorgeous person inside and out.”
“Babe!” he cries, hiding his face in the crook between his neck and shoulder, and you gently cup his face to coax him out of it.
“It’s true, sweetheart, and you don’t get to hear it enough. You’re so good, you’re my good boy.”
He moans at that, higher than usual and you add another finger while he’s distracted. His voice breaks in the middle of the sound, and you can feel his chest working double time to try and keep up with your thrusts.
“Shit– shit, holy shit!” He cries, and you card your hand through his hair one last time before you run it down the side of his neck and across his chest. You never stop your hand movements as you kiss down the column of his neck and his pecs, following each spot your hand touches with your mouth.
You lick down his abs and Dick whines, trying to hide his face again while also keeping one eye focused on you, not wanting to miss a second of what you’re doing to him. The hand tracing down his body reaches his hard cock, and you run a finger across the length of it, rubbing in the bead of precum.
You take a second to make sure you’re keeping your thrusts consistent with your fingers before you take his entire length in your mouth. Dick rocks his entire body back and forth, trying to stay calm for you, and you breathe through your nose for a moment, letting him rest on your tongue as you get ready to move.
You slide on his cock at the same time your fingers hit his prostate, trying your best to line up the two so his tip hits the back of your throat when your fingers thrust against him. Clearly, it’s working, because Dick moves constantly, blinking back tears or trying in vain to hold back sounds as you work him even quicker.
His breathing becomes labored, so you move a hand to work his cock as you slide up his body, kissing him and sliding your tongue in his mouth. As soon as he tastes himself on you, you can feel the vibrations of a moan. His cum coats your hand as you work him through his orgasm.
Once you break your mouth away from his, his voice comes out all airy, “Oh my God, Fuck! Where were you hiding all of that?”
“The mouth?” You choke out, talking about how you just sucked him off, “Or the… mouth?” You mean the dirty talk.
“The–” He shakes his head, having trouble with the motion while still being tied up. “Yeah!”
The two of you giggle as you untie him, and you both cuddle for a while before hopping in the bath. 
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martiniluvr · 2 months
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pookie can you write bottom Dick, like I need to be on top of him driving him wild, perhaps even shoving fingers in his mouth if he gets too excited
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 💋
18+ minors dni
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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.
dick is putty in your hands, and right now he’s trapped beneath you as you straddle him on the bed, lowering yourself down on his cock painfully slow while your hands use his chest as leverage. he whines and bucks his hips, his eyes begging you to give him something. you tut at him and raise yourself on your knees, letting his cock slip out of you. you thought you’d been clear: you were in charge tonight. his chest heaves as he looks up at you with needy blue eyes, his cheeks flushed and his lips swollen.
“I know—I’m sorry,” he whines, running his hands over your thighs hungrily. “I just—god, please, baby.”
“please, what? come on, use your words,” you insist, reaching between your legs to tease yourself. you notice the way his breathing hitches at the sight, and it makes you smile. you both know he could flip you over right now and fuck you however he wants, which makes your little display of power all the more arousing. he’s letting you do this, and you intend to have your fun.
“please fuck me, baby, please,” he begs, his fingers digging into your flesh desperately. you bite your lip to conceal your excitement at hearing him whine like that, and you decide to appease him, sinking back down onto his cock with a breathy moan. dick groans as your warmth envelops him, his furrowed brows relaxing once he’s finally buried inside you. you’ve been teasing him for what feels like hours, and he can’t contain the sounds he makes as you start to rock your hips.
he’s reduced to a medley of gasps and moans when you speed up, grinding your clit against his pelvis with each movement as you start to feel your orgasm building. your eyes screw shut as the knot in your belly tightens, and you hear dick’s whimpers growing louder.
“shh,” you coo, sweat trailing down your spine as you ride him harder. “I know, dickie. you feel so good inside me, baby.” you instinctively glide your fingertips over his soft lips, before slipping your ring and middle fingers in his mouth. he moans around them, sending heat pooling between your legs.
“just a little more,” you encourage him, your abdomen tightening as your other hand leaves small crescents in his skin, “just like that, hmm? make me feel good. you can do that, right, baby?” you breathe. you feel his cock twitch inside you as he nods emphatically, whining against your fingers as your hips roll on top of him. you shudder, a pleased smile on your face. you’ve got him right where you want him.
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s9sa · 2 years
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corrupt me, own me
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☆.   ﹟SUMMARY – In the entirety of his years as Dick Grayson, previous Robin, he never would’ve figured he would be here.
☆.   ﹟PAIRING – Bottom!Dick Grayson x Top!Male Reader
☆.   ﹟WARNINGS – pwp, language, oral (r receiving), anal, pet names, cum eating, Dick being Dick, Dick’s fat ass, reader has a fat dick (so real), dacryphilia (?), Dick going from being all cocky to being slutty & subby, slight fluff at the end, I wrote this at 3 am so kinda messy & lowk lacks energy
☆.   ﹟WORD COUNT – 2K
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Dick doesn’t have the foggiest idea about how he wound up here, stuck under your body, eyes locking with yours and sadly, the position solidifies him. He needs to cut the strain, break free however your grasp on him is tight, eyes glaring into his with a never before glimmer. It was a long, messy kiss that truly struck lightning down onto him, kissing back with similar energy as his hand at last breaks free, holding the rear of your neck tenderly. Neither of you end the kiss, Dick savoring the taste of you, gripping onto your lower arms.
He effectively sneaks off your shirt, lips connected to your neck, sucking on it delicately as you play with his suit. “Why is this suit so fucking tight?”
“How else would it display my ass?” He jokes, and a laugh gets away from your lips, catching his and he gets out of the suit with your assistance, mushing lips until his swell. He keeps up with your pace steadily, your hands tangling in his hair, stroking the soft strands of his dull hair, the flavor of outright lust dissolving on your tongue. He lets a moan slip past, head hitting the soft cushion of the couch, breathing heavy.
You bother his sensitive nipples, rolling one in between your index and thumb, watching how quick it hardens, suctioning it in your mouth. He moans, holding you near him, lips against your ear, heavy breath against the shell. Your tongue washes over his nipple, licking agonizing slow, teasing him. Your lips drop to kiss down his toned stomach, leaving a couple of hickeys on the way down. “It’s not fair how I’m the only one stripping bare. You’re half naked.” Dick protests, and you sit up. “Help me then, Grayson.”
He grumbles at the name call, sitting up to unfasten your jeans, battling with the belt however ultimately he gets it off, your dick springing out. He has a cocky joke in the back of his head, however words can’t form as he simply gazes with magnificence. His lips fold over your fat head, eyes watering up quickly, lips extending to try and fit it inside. He gags on his spit, tears threatening to fall past and in the long run they do when he gets a couple inches down his throat, his tongue whirling around.
You groan at the sensation, his tongue working magic. You grasp his hair, gazing at his sorrowful face, driving his head further down and he holds your thighs with a powerful strength, tears staining your thighs. He needs to surface for oxygen, lips fiercely red and enlarged, meeting your dick again to bring more into his mouth. He bobs his head in a pleasant, consistent speed, stroking it. Slobber stacks up toward the edge of his mouth, trickling.
His back curves as his lips cup around your balls, stroking your cock and he can feel it pulsate in his grasp. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Keep doing that, pretty boy.” He’s used to the nickname, but hearing it from you makes his heart flutter, entirely settled to show he can make you cum. He can make you cum so mind-blowingly hard. Dick choking around your impeccable size as you deepthroat him, fucking his throat as his nails dig into your skin, whining around your cock as you fist his hair, forcing him to look up and drool runs down his chin, Dick whimpering while hot tears stream down his pretty face. He was such a slut.
Your stomach tightens, fucking into his mouth to draw nearer to your climax, and Dick allows you to use his mouth as though he’s some toy. He pushes through, the rear of his throat slamming into your cock. He hates how unimaginably hard he is, disregarding his own pleasure just to flaunt how great of a sex toy he can be with regards to you. Your cum splatters down his throat, slipping out easily and Dick swallows, cleaning his mouth with the rear of his hand. Its so amazingly thick and theres heaps of it, yet he pushes it down his throat.
“Shit…that was a thick load.” He remarks, temple sweat-soaked, hair strands adhering to his brow and the picture is so beautiful to you. He’s a flawlessly carved man. You don’t answer, flipping him over before spreading his legs to gaze at his opening and its throbbing, for all intents and purposes calling out for you. His cheeks feel so fat and full in your hands, so soft and you need to regain focus prior to entering him consistently, kissing his spine to occupy him from the excruciating penetration.
Curses spill from his swollen lips, nails sinking into the sofa, a burning sensation encompassing his opening before it perishes into pleasure, opening fixing around your dick as you push in, holding his hips protectively, stretching him spot on. He moans, the tip of your cock bruising his prostrate, ruthlessly hitting it until he’s shouting out, looming over the edge attempting to focus. It’s all too good. He can barely take it. Your name slips past his lips, his body trembling. “Fuck…do it harder..”
You thrust into him harder, pressing his head into the arm of the couch, the sounds of skin on skin reverberating off the walls, getting progressively stronger alongside moans. Dick strokes his own cock yet you grip his arms back, needing him to endure all of this. Dick cries, toes curling as his bottom lip trembles, tears gushing past his face. You bruise his insides, kisses being spread all around his skin. Your hips never stopping as you thrust into him, hitting his prostrate, drawing nearer to your climax. “C-cum inside…please for the love of god…do it…” Dick chokes out, feeling you pulsate inside him, your hand tenderly scouring his stomach. You press your head into the rear of his, your pushes getting messy as your climax hits you abruptly, painting his walls a pleasant white tone. And when you pull out, the cum spouts out of his opening, trickling perpetually. Dick shakes, the warm fluid astonishing him. “Good job..” You praise, turning him over to kiss his lips gently.
He cups your face, cum trickling down his legs. “I fucking love you..” He says, his hole gripping you once more. “I love you too..” You answer in a quiet tone, tongue kissing him as he clings onto you pathetically, moaning into your mouth. You fuck him faster this time, wanting to feel him grip you so fucking tight. Your hand grips his mistreated cock, same speed as your hips and he whimpers, hitting your chest for prodding him so detestably. He tosses his head back, feeling his cock pulse terribly while in your grasp, pre-cum faltering out.
You smirk at the mess you created, his neck on full display and you suck on his adam’s apple, gripping his leg with the other hand to push further inside. He takes everything. He feels only his dick being mishandled and his opening being utilized like a ragdoll, gibberish piling on gibberish. His sweat glimmers in the light, giving him a sparkle impact. He’s dependent on your touch. Cherishing how gentle and rough it can be from time to time, contacting his skin carefully, rubbing his shins. His skin is so soft to touch, massaging his strained muscles while banging into him, kissing his neck then, at that point, following to his collarbones. He’s in love.
Dick knows he’s close. He can feel it.
And when your thumb slides over the slit, he shakes verbally, sputtering out baby batter and you watch it tumble down your fingers like a waterfall, stuffing your hand in his mouth and he tastes himself, gazing at you with doe ones. The taste resembles battery acid with a somewhat sweet flavor yet Dick keeps on licking off his mess, allowing your fingers to slide out his mouth. “Good boy.” You kiss him, it’s sweet and helps him remember his happy place, cutting off his moans with sounds of messy kissing, cupping his face. You don’t know how long you’ve been inside of Dick, his tight ass and sweet groans diverting you, hickeys spread all around his fabricated body. You don’t quit fucking him. You can’t. He’s excessively sweet. You really want to corrupt him however long you can, and Dick wants you to do so. He really wants this. He craves this. He’s thought about this and you gladly give him his fantasy.
You want him in so many ways. So many more ways than just this. You feel your stomach tighten, cursing into his chest. You fall back, allowing Dick to get on top and he bounces, grinding his hips. He realizes what he’s doing and your hands on his hips simply turns him on more. You thrust up, assisting a little bit and he laughs, enjoying the helpful hand. His ass interface with your thighs, driving all over like a rollercoaster. He was quick with his moves, clenching on you so tight. He rides you like a bull, hand on your chest and its all too good.
He’s hot and sweaty, breathing heavy with grunts emerging from his mouth, his stomach feeling full. He needs this one final filling. One final filling and he’s transforming into clay. But like the fucked up bastard you are, you thrust up into him with sharp hips, watching how he loses control easily. Dick whines as his hips thrust back against you, leaning into your chest as you painfully slow stroke him, wrapping your hand around his violent, pulsating red tip that had been sputtering up pre-cum. As you refuse to give him what he wants, he paws at your chest, causing tears to well up once more.
As you began to gently place a hand on his waist and assist him in slowly rolling his hips while kissing his neck, Dick let out choked whimpers as his body heat only increased. While your lips began to hover over his delicate nipples and you began to tug his nipple in between your teeth and let your tongue wash over it, he lets out a low call of your name with trembling thighs. Dick strokes at his now-abandoned cock with his tip reddening at the thought of you fucking him senseless. Dick gasps in surprise when you smack his ass, a handprint forming on his cheek, and he can only take so much with his orgasm just around the corner. His stomach tightens, and hot tears stream down his cheeks once more. He was a fucking whore–He knew it.
“Cmon, pretty boy. Bounce on my cock like the whore you are. Don’t you want to make me proud?” Dick grumbles as you cup his face, forcing him to lean down so you can kiss again, and he begins to bounce on your cock like a perfect slut while stroking his own, moaning louder as he gets closer to his orgasm. He drives one knee into the couch and opens his mouth to speak, but all you get are whimpers and whines. When his orgasm finally hits, he grunts, cum trickling down his hand. You smile, Dick bringing his hand up to his mouth and licking off his mess. He wasn’t ashamed while doing it.
He felt pride.
Dick exclaims in surprise as you pick him up, hands under his thighs and holding him up as you fuck him while standing up, moving over to the nearest wall and slamming brutal thrusts into him. He bounces even harder on your cock, lips locked in a harsh and nasty make out session, tongue wrapping around yours as you fuck him into oblivion. His ass grips your girth tightly, his hole closing in on you, and you let out a small moan, orgasm close at hand and ready to fuck him full of cum. He can’t stop himself from touching every part of your body while growling out your name, nodding furiously as you hit that one spot that has him seeing white spots, words muddled into pure gibberish as you press your forehead into his shoulder.
You slam into him harder and harder until your thrusts become erratic, your cum spurting into his fucked hole one final time and Dick trembles, his feet finally touching the ground and he trips into your hold, gently caressing his arms. He couldn’t feel anything other than you holding him and then cleaning him up, wrapping a blanket around his body. His body sunk into the mattress, too exhausted to think clearly. The only thing that mattered was that he was present with you.
Dick Grayson was coming back for more, that’s for sure.
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f4nrir · 10 months
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hi!!
could i request a drabble or smth with male reader and ftm dick grayson. maybe some somniphilia - like he’s coming home from a mission and reader is sleeping but dick is horny so he rides reader. or smth like that
late nights
— pairing ; trans!dick grayson x male reader
cw: somnophilia & dub-con.
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you slowly opened your eyes as you felt a shift in the bed and a familiar warmth surrounding your lower half. looking down, you watch through your blurred vision as dick lowers himself onto you and he groans at the contact as he adjusts to you. he began to move his hips, each moan growing louder and louder as his grip tightens on your waist. 
he looks over at you, eyes widening immediately. “ah– fuck, i’m so sorry.. I couldn’t help– agh!” you buck your hips into him and you felt as he tightly clenched around you. “needy whore, huh? needed to use me to get off so badly,” you hissed as you grabbed ahold of his hips, changing the speed as you guided him on your cock. he let out a cry as you kept him pinned down against you, unable to shift as each movement felt like you were tearing him apart.
dick attempted to move away but your grip on his hips only tightened, “wh– i’m sorry, please sir!”
you snickered at his pleas, continuing your movements. “isn’t this what you wanted? relief?”
your painful thrusts coursed through his body as a guttural mewl escaped his mouth, but you knew he enjoyed this as the sounds of his wetness filled the air and coated your cock.
“i’m close…” he murmurs, but you slow down your pace and he whines at your sudden change of mind. you move your hips slowly, making sure he feels every inch of you. 
“you think i’ll let you off that easy? i’ll make you feel everything.”
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it's proven that Dick has made out with, dated, or else known biblically every female member of the Justice League and (let's face it) every woman in the DCU.
man is a slut.
man is also a people pleaser with a praise kink.
call him a 'good little slut' and watch his brain factory reset when he nearly falls off the pole he's doing pull-ups on.
don't worry. he'll ask you to do it again
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tsum00 · 11 months
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*cracks knuckles* alright, if nobody is gonna write this sub!dick grayson smut, i will😈
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dxckgrxsonx · 1 year
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Yes ma'am, I'm out here thinking about knocking Dicks ankles together. I'm glad my feelings on pinning Dick against a wall struck a chord, because the next step is having his knees by his ears. If he wants to act like a little bitch, I can have him bent over panting like one. Im begging you to consider having this man begging like a slut.
oh i am absolutely head over heels in love with you rn.
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“Jesus Christ, Grayson.” You pant, shoving two fingers into his mouth and pressing down on his tongue. “Are you always this loud when someone gets you on your back?”
His eyes roll into the back of his skull, thighs flexing. A jumbled whimper escapes his mouth and you grin when he starts to drool all over your hand. You see his cock twitch and jump against his stomach, precum leaking from his slit and dripping onto his belly.
The lube slick head of your strap nudges his hole and Dick whines, hips bucking up.
“I have to say, you do look good like this.” You muse, pressing just firmly enough to get his body to yield around the head of your colourful cock. “You should act like a stubborn little brat more often.”
Dick wraps his lips around your fingers and sucks. His eyes are pleading when he glances up at you, colour swallowed by inky black pupils. There’s a brief flex of his biceps when he pulls at the restraints around his wrists and you click your tongue, disapproving.
“Can you be quiet for me?” You ask, tugging your fingers free. “Can you be a good boy?”
“Please.” Dick moans, all the muscles in his stomach flexing. “Uh–huh. Please…please.”
Dragging your hips back until just the tip remains inside, you press back into him slowly, stretching his sensitive little hole out around your cock. Dick throws his head back when you bottom out, groans long and low in the back of his throat.
“There we go.” You praise. “Who knew Nightwing likes to be fucked when he gets moody.” Dick opens his mouth to spit out a retort but you fuck into him, hard, and he cries out instead, voice cracking at the edges. “Do you want someone to hear you, baby? Is that what you want? Someone to come in here and find you taking my strap like the desperate little whore I know you are?”
“Fuck–shitshitshit! Pleeasee.”
“I asked you to be quiet, Grayson.” You say, shifting your grip to shove his thighs further apart. “Fucking hell, you’re being such a slut.”
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taurder · 10 months
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⌗ 📞 ! MASTERLIST ²
(have some water. shorter stuff)
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all are (n) sfw
𔘓 " voicing out their needs.
spiderverse; ᨀ miguel o'hara ᨀ peter b parker ᨀ spider-noir ᨀ hobie brown ᨀ patrick o'hara ᨀ ben reilly ᨀ the spot.
dc comics; ᨀ dick grayson.
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Art Edit Credit to Roberto Coltro
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dxxdhood · 3 months
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wait for me
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pairing: waiter!dick grayson x gn!reader
summary: after getting stood up on a date, you notice the waiter who's been patiently watching you all evening.
tags: smut (18+), sub!dick grayson, dom!reader, teasing, dirty talk, humiliation, name-calling, slapping, handjob
wc: 1.9k
a/n: hey, hope you guys like this one! if anyone has any requests/thoughts, please send them in. i want to write more, but i really struggle with ideas haha
It’s not that bad, all things considered. You must have the intuition of a god for choosing a restaurant that allows free refills, because if you’ve had to pay for drinks this whole night, you’d have gone completely broke. Still, you can’t help feeling pretty shitty. There’s no way your date is running two hours late.
The place is a casual diner, serving a host of soups, sandwiches, and pastries that had you salivating earlier on in the night, but right now, you’re not exactly in the mood to browse the menu again. The diner doesn’t close until twelve, but it’s been almost deserted for the past hour, probably because it’s a weeknight and the average person has plenty better to do than wait on a person who’s made it obvious they’re not coming
Just as you’re about to get up and leave – for real this time – the waiter comes around to refill your drink. It’s a quarter till twelve, and at this point you know he probably wants to start cleaning up, but still he tops up your drink without saying anything. It’s a kindness, but a part of you just wishes he would kick you out already.
He’s been the only waiter on staff since you got here – even the manager knew this place would be empty – and you’re so glad he was, because if you ever want to show your face here again, all you have to do is avoid one person. It’s a shame that you feel too embarrassed to interact with him, though. He’s been nothing but polite, only asking if you were ready to order at the very beginning before quickly picking up on the fact that you were waiting on your date– the one that wasn’t coming.
You take a sip from your full drink, but you can’t stomach any more. Standing up, you try to avoid eye contact with the waiter, who’s relaxing behind the counter, as you step towards the exit. There’s a nagging feeling in the back of your head, like you’ve skipped a step or forgotten an important task. It dawns on you as you’re facing the exit: you forgot to tip him!
Well, you didn’t order a meal and you paid for your drink up front, so you’re not exactly sure if you were meant to tip him. Hell, you didn’t know if this restaurant accepted tips at all. But this waiter just watched you sit through quiet torture and the second-hand embarrassment was probably like stepping on glass.
“Hey,” you turn around. “Do I… Should I tip you?”
“Yeah, I was wondering that, too,” he says lightly. He purses his lips and stares to the side, “I’ve turned it over a few times in my head, and decided that nope! You don’t need to tip me. You have no lawful or moral obligation, I resolve you.”
You feel your eyes getting watery, so you focus on the dust in the crease between the wall and the floor. Him saying that only makes you feel worse, but it’d be too awkward to hand him the money now. It feels like there should be something you could do, some way you could thank him for keeping you company.
“How many people are staffed right now?” you ask.
He looks caught off guard, like he expected the interaction to end there. “Oh, just me and one other guy in the kitchen.”
“Let me help you close.”
His eyes widen, and you try to meet his gaze. He’s puzzled, probably trying to figure out what you get out of helping him. Eventually, he shrugs his shoulders and gets up from behind the counter.
“Yeah, why not,” he says with a fond smirk, gesturing to you to follow him. 
He leads you to the supply closet, where the two of you grab cleaning spray, rags, and a broom. While you work on wiping down the tables and chairs, he counts the cash in the register.
“So, you always offer to clean up after yourself?” he starts, too focused on tallying up the earnings to notice you staring at him. The waiter, “Dick” according to his name tag, is very cute. You were trying to ignore him the best you could for the sake of your would-be date, but honestly, fuck that guy. Your waiter with the dashing smile and ruffled hair blows him out of the water, anyway.
“Just feeling extra polite tonight. You always accept help from customers?”
“You won’t believe this, but nobody’s offered,” he says with a snort. “Still, probably not the smartest idea on my part.”
You think about his words for a second as you wipe down a particularly stubborn stain. “I wouldn’t be able to rob you if I wanted to.”
It’s true, he looked well-muscled, even if on the leaner side. His eyes are playful as he narrows them at you. “Careful, they take security footage of this place, don't confess to any thoughts you may or may not have.”
You laugh, going back to cleaning before you start again. “Can’t believe you put off closing the diner just so you could watch me get stood up for an extra however many minutes.”
“Counterpoint: Can’t believe you let yourself get stood up for so long.” Dick finishes up at the register and grabs the broom. “You’re worth more than that.”
“Oh? And how do you know what I’m worth?” you say instinctively. 
You watch his eyes widen from your peripheral vision, like he didn’t mean to say his last comment out loud. “I wasn’t trying to overstep, but, like, obviously you’re attractive. You could get anyone you wanted and–”
“You’ve been watching me all night, haven't you?” Filled with newfound confidence, you leave your rag and spray bottle and walk over to where Dick is sweeping the entrance. 
Despite how friendly he’s been tonight, he deliberately avoids eye contact as he works. “Well, yeah, I needed to make sure you got your order once – if – you placed one–”
“No, no. I mean you were watching me,” you place a hand on his shoulder. “What, you wish you were the one I was going on a date with?”
And though you know you’re jumping to conclusions, he stiffens at your words and it’s clear you’ve caught him.
“I… I didn’t want to bother–” Dick starts, dropping the broom. You use the opening to push him against the wall, hearing the scratches of the brick against his button up shirt.
“That’s alright,” you whisper. “I don’t mind being bothered.”
You can feel his chest rise and fall as you press yourself closer to him. His eyes follow your every move, and you bring your face closer until it's only inches away from his. 
You can feel the puffs of his inhales and exhales on your skin, and you’re about to completely close the gap between you two, but Dick beats you to it. He kisses you, and you pull back for a moment in surprise before sinking into the kiss.
His lips are so warm, and as he brings up a hand to pull you closer by the jaw, you notice how surprisingly soft his hands are. You try to deepen the kiss, nipping his lip in the process, and he lets out a gasp. Biting at his lip a little more, he giggles as he realizes you’re playing with him.
“You’re starting to bother me,” he quips, trying to keep his composure as you nip at the underside of his jaw. Just when he starts getting comfortable and relaxing into your kisses, you switch to biting at him, and he jolts.
“Maybe you deserve it. You need to learn better manners, sitting there, watching me all night. Bet you wish I would’ve shoved you against this wall a whole lot sooner, huh?” you whisper into his ear before going back to kissing down his neck. He moans at your words, but tries to muffle himself by pushing his face into his shoulder. You bring a hand up to his hair and tug to get him to pay attention to you.
“Right in front of everyone, too,” you continue, sliding a hand down his stomach to work on his jeans. “Just mark you, make you moan like a bitch while everyone else is watching.”
Biting his lip, Dick tries to ignore the effect your words have on him, but he’s still rutting against your hand as you’re unzipping him. He gives a small thrust against the air, whimpering as you wrap your hand around his cock.
“Shit, this all for me?” you breathe. You swear Dick can hear you smirk, even as he pinches his eyes shut.
“Don’t– Ah!” he gets cut off as you start stroking him slowly. “Don’t let– let it go to your head.”
“No, I think I’ll be just fine,” you quicken your pace, not giving him a second to get ready. “If I remember right, some slut thinks he’s hot enough to get me to fuck him just by, what, batting his eyes at me? From all the way across the diner?”
“Well–” He groans, arching his back against the wall. The sweat shines against his cheeks, you feel so lucky to be the cause of it. “Well I was right, wasn’t I?”
You chuckle, caught off guard. “Guess you are.”
You briefly remove your hand, and Dick grunts, irritated, before you spit in it and go back to forcefully jerking him off. His moans grow louder, and you can see him start to get lost, eyes growing distant while chasing his orgasm.
“Are you going to come already?” you say, slowing your pace to be more deliberate, but still keeping the pressure the same. After a moment of silence, you slap his balls and he lets out a yelp that melts into a groan. 
“Answer me!” you shout, bringing your hand back up to pull at his hair.
“Ah– Yeah, y-yes!” he gasps. “You’re going to make me cum!”
“Good,” you say before you bite at his neck again, sucking a spot right under his jugular. The skin starts to deepen and you lick, tending to it before you nip at it again, just biting hard enough to draw a pinprick of blood. 
Dick screams as he cums, thrusting into your fist at an uncontrolled pace. You work him through it, matching his speed until he falls back against the wall, spent. As he slides down the wall until he sits on the ground, you walk back to one of the chairs.
“Damn, not ready for round two?” you say, propping up your head on the top rail. He huffs through his nose, looking at you for a moment like he’s checking to see if you’re real. He seems to find what he’s looking for, giggling and resting his head on his knees. 
“Oh my god, Dick, stop it. We need to go!” A tall, built man walks out of the kitchen, “Jason” according to his name tag. Looking sheepish, Dick is ready to defend himself, but Jason walks towards him, ignoring every word coming out of Dick’s mouth. 
Dick hands you a napkin, gesturing a phone and mouthing the words “call me” as he’s dragged out of the building by Jason. In shock, you open up the napkin to find his name and his number hastily scribbled in ballpoint pen. Smirking to yourself, you only wish you knew how early on in the night Dick prepared this napkin for you. You could’ve saved the both of you two hours of waiting.
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detectibrarian · 8 months
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batman: knightsend
dc house ad - 1995
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i-talk-too-much · 2 years
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¡Hola! Vi que tus peticiones están abiertas y quería intentar. Imagina tener a Dick atado a la cama, solo para ti, y demostrar todo el afecto y cariño que le guardas con mordidas y chupetones, marcandolo y jugando con él solo para hacerle sentir tan especial como él te hace sentir a ti. Saludos desde Argentina.
hi! this request was pretty fun to write 🤭 though I'm worried that I went a little bit off track... hopefully, you like it! greetings from New York!
Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 895
Warning: NSFW, MINORS DNI
A/N: there might be a part 2 for what happens next... I felt that I needed to post this before it rotted away in my Google doc for another week. first nsfw post I made :)
Summary: After Dick confides in you about his desire to be taken care of in bed, you decide to do just as he wishes, enjoying every moment of it.
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Dick's harsh breaths accompanied with his soft whimpers were like drugs to your brain – you couldn't get enough. You loved seeing him all tied up to your bed, each limb spread apart to give you the best access to all of him. 
A few months into your relationship, Dick revealed one night that he liked being submissive in bed – occasionally. The thought of being taken care of made him feel flushed, an almost dreamy sigh left his lips as he told you. Since that night, you planned to do exactly what he asked for. You researched the best techniques and prepared the right materials. You would take care of him just how he usually took care of you – gently and sweetly, worshiping every inch. 
You planned that day carefully. First, you both watched a movie, followed by dinner at his favorite restaurant down the street, and finally – you ended it with whispering sweet nothings once you stepped through the apartment door. That led to you pushing him into your shared bedroom, slowly peeling his clothing layer by layer, until all that was left was his sweet skin – all on display.
You softly tied his wrists to the bed, making sure through gentle words that it wasn't too tight and felt just fine. His eyes were already lidded, no doubt entering the right headspace. 
You left only your underwear on, making sure that you were only going to focus on him, tonight. You would get your pleasure later. 
You began with a soft kiss against his lips, his mouth moving over yours as you deepened it. Not long after, his breaths became louder, your mouth moving to his cheek, his jaw, his neck. Harsh red splotches marked the journey, your lips sucking on his now flushed skin.
His hands kept curling into fists, his biceps tensing against the rope. You smiled, knowing he was embracing the feeling of being restrained from touching you, holding you. 
Your lips continued their motions, moving down to the soft skin of his chest. You brought a hand up to pinch his nipple, relishing in the gasp that escaped him. To the other nipple, you gently nibbled, the sensation bringing forth a whimper you hadn't heard him make before. You repeated the action on the other side, enjoying the sound when it bubbled from his throat again. 
You moved back up, one hand still toying with his now hardened nub. You darted your tongue out to lick his neck, satisfied when he turned his head, giving you better access. You immediately brought your lips to his ear, cooing about how good he was being for you. Delicately biting his ear elicited a breath to catch in his throat. You understood now why he loved kissing your body so often. The gasps and the noises were becoming quite addictive.
You stopped your attack when you heard a strangled word escape his mouth. You sat up slightly, peering at his flushed face. 
His eyes were screwed shut, brows furrowed with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. You asked him to repeat what he said, pinching his nipple a little harder.
"Please." The word was more of a gasp than anything – but the message was clear. 
A cheeky grin graced your face when you saw what it was he was asking for. His hardened cock laid firmly against the taut skin of his stomach. It's tip angry and red, just begging to be touched. You shifted downwards to the space between his legs, your hands caressing the skin around the muscle, but never touching it directly. His hips jutted upwards.
"Ah, ah, baby," you chided. "No moving."
Your forearm laid across his stomach, forcing his hips back into the soft bedsheets. He let out a whine at the added restriction. 
You lifted your hand to grab the base, giving kitten licks on the tip. Your lips traveled to the side of his shaft, placing open mouth kisses as you went on. Your saliva now coated the hard muscle, allowing your hand to easily glide up and down. Dick let out a groan, grateful for the slight pleasure your hand was bestowing upon him. 
Oh, how desperately you wanted to take him inside you. But you couldn't, at least not yet. You had to first bring him to the edge, enough times so that he's whining, pleading, for you to let him come.
And that's what you did.
The first time made a frustrated sigh escape his lips, his eyes teary and expressing his need to finish. The second showed slightly better results, his lips becoming looser as he mumbled words of 'please' and 'baby'. It was after the third time that he gave you what you wanted.
"Oh, baby, please," he whined, his eyes screwed shut, panting. "Just put me inside you, wanna feel you-"
You didn't need anymore encouraging than that, already pushing your underwear to the side, lining up his head with your entrance. The guttural groan that left his being made you shiver, feeling exactly how big he was.
Your head tipped back. The sigh that left your mouth was accompanied by a dopey grin, loving just how good he filled you. You refocused your attention on him when you felt the small thrust of his hips, pinning him with a stare.
"Now, what did I say about moving?"
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