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Bed Head

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The reader wishes Dick a ‘very’ good morning.

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, oral (male receiving), fluff

Word Count: 1090

Note: I don’t care what people say, it is perfectly acceptable to wear socks in bed… especially when your SO is also prone to ice feet. *sticks out tongue* Anywho… trying a new fic rotation schedule. Are Tuesdays okay, with the series and requests still coming out on Friday? Having three (or more) coming out on the same day is a bit much. Let me know of any feedback you’ve got. Tag lists, requests, and general comments are always open. Enjoy!

You were cold. You didn’t like being cold. Especially on a rare sleep-in morning. So you grabbed the winter sheet with both hands and tugged it with all your might. A minute or so later, it was tugged away.

“Seriously,” you hissed. You turned, ready to steal the sheets back even at the cost of waking him up but stopped short. With a sigh, you settled back into the pillows and observed him.

Halloween had been pretty hectic this year. Multiple rogues, and several working together to cause the most chaos they could. Dick’s under-eyes were darker than usual. And now that you’d thought about it, he’d only come in a few hours ago. For all the crazy nights and late hours, his face looked the most peaceful when he was asleep. You’d had an easier time of it as dispatch. And as such, technically needed more sleep instead of a morning fight.  

So, you snuggled closer to him and went back to sleep.

***

Sleep-in mornings also meant an 80% chance of waking up horny.

In only a few hours of extra sleep, your feelings for Dick had flipped 180 degrees. But you still didn’t want to wake him.

He groaned in his sleep and the edges of his mouth twitched. The way his eyes were moving behind his lids, he must have been having a good dream.

Oh. Maybe you could… no. He needed to sleep. Needed more than just a few hours of it. But you know how to do it without waking him up. He really likes it. Yeah, and then he wakes up and- And ravages you. Ravaging is not resting. No. But- No.

You huffed, falling back into the pillows. Dick hummed in his sleep, thrusting his hips.

Fine.

Doing your best not to shift the sheets too much, you flipped so that your bottom half was outside, and your head was under. It didn’t matter that you were in sweats and socks, your legs were chilled. If this worked, you would be warm soon enough too. Dick was wearing similar attire, but the sweats were old and the elastic was long gone. Meaning that you could untie the string holding them tight around his body and easily get to his cock.

Already your mouth was watering. And he wasn’t fully hard yet.

Dick gasped in his sleep as you began to slowly pump his length. It swelled and warmed in your hand. You twirled your thumb around the top, smiling as you were rewarded with a bead of precum. His hips gave another jolt, pumping himself in your hand. He whimpered as you sloppily kissed up and down his cock.

“Y/N,” he moaned.

You froze, minimizing your hand movements until you were sure he was still asleep. Then you took the head into your mouth, humming at the taste. Taking him further, you gripped his base. With your other hand, you found that small spot behind his balls and made him gasp louder than before. His hands clawed at the sheets. You like to call it his only weakness. He called it ‘cheating.’ Never stopped you from using though, and you kept pulsing pressure on it while taking him further.

A flush had crept into your skin. And you were pressing your thighs together. If he were awake, Dick would make some comment about how you liked sucking him off more than he did.

“Y/N.”

Oops.

The sheets were pulled away and you stifled a grin as Dick visibly had to take a moment having seen you with your lips around his cock. “Good morning,” you hummed, devilishly licking him from balls to tip.

“’Mornin’,” he breathed. His throat constricted as you went back to work. “Not that I’m complaining, but…” he choked back a moan as you swallowed him down. “Y/N, not that I’m complaining, but what brought this on?”

“Wanted to make you feel good and rested. Needed you.”

He gave an airy laugh. “And this helping me rest?” Before you could make him cum, he pulled you away from his cock. “Am I allowed a request?”

You smiled softly. “Of course, baby. What do you want?”

A second later, he was tugging your sweatpants off. His were tossed to the floor too. Then you were sitting on his abdomen while his hands slid up under your sleep shirt to your breasts. You rocked back and forth across his stomach. Each time his length trapped between your bodies twitched, you shivered, making Dick all the more eager in his pinching of your nipples. Your shirt joined the pile.

Dick guided you to finally sink down on him. Both of you gave a series of stuttered sighs until there wasn’t any more space between your thighs and his hips. You began to rock. Feeling him bump against every inside inch of you. Whimpering as his grip on your hips guided you up so he could thrust. You braced on his chest, clawing and shuddering.

“That’s it, Y/N. Ride me. It’s my turn to make you feel good. Need you,” he whined.

Jumbled sounds fell through your parted lips. From under your lidded eyes, you could see Dick doing his best to hold onto his composure. Waiting for you. You bounced harder, racing to catch up.

“Don’t fight it, baby,” you said. “I’m so close.”

He sucked on his thumb and took it to your clit. You went rigid and cried out. He followed you shortly, tightening his grip on your hips and holding you down to feel every burst of his cum inside you. When he was spent, he helped you fall back to your side of the bed. You ignored how sweaty your bodies were and did your best to lay as close to him as you could.

Dick’s phone pinged. He groaned rolling over to it but reading it changed his mood. “Thank you, Cassandra.” He left it on the nightstand and turned back to you, curling you into his chest. “She’s back in town and Bruce says she’s got my shifts today.”

You bit your lip. “So… you get to be home all day?”

He heard the hopeful twinge to your voice. “I do.” A grin spread across his face, spreading further to yours. “Do you want waffles for breakfast?”

As lovely as that sounded… “can we sleep for a few more hours? Waffles for lunch?”

Dick kissed the tip of your nose. “Of course.” He smirked. “Only if I get to wake you up this time.”

“Deal.”

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Forever Tags: @allidoisreadsmut @blondekel77 @hallemichelles @laochbaineann @lavitabella87 @ramblingsofabourbondrinker @savmontreal @southsidebucky @tinyelfperson @zuni21798

Dick Grayson Tags: @aquaschemer  @awkwardlyadorablebeingtooshort @beatlesobsessionlove @boogiebunnies @borntobene @brickwall035 @can-i-feel @captainwinterrsoldierr @cecygee @chi-mexican-ketchup @clairelovexo @comic-book-reider @crazynconfused @cutie1365 @dickswallys @ggrubi @girl-whos-sick-of-feeling @hoeimaginethis  @itstheghostgirl @itswingedprincess @kawaii-satan-trash @kaylaphantomhive @mayorofzillyhoo @myawkwardascanbe  @nightwing-rules @papichulostan @roguesquadron11 @s0cially-awkward-unicorn @shockwavee @soundslikevanilla  @starkling25 @supernovares @tamanamohain @thelarkknightrises @the-mermaid-diary @virusiswhatiam @xenocanaan  @yandearie @yuukiitan 

DC Tags: @bluebirdd @buttoneyedwitch @earinafae @if-youre-not-a-dog-then-leave @lottie289 @minchen0897 @randomadventure @roxiera @sandatgp @solsticestorm 

Welcome to Gotham

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Jason is mid-mission when his wife calls him to meet her at the hospital.

Pairing: Jason Todd (Red Hood) x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: pregnancy, giving birth (off-screen), FLUFF, new-dad Jason

Word Count: 820

Note: This was supposed to come out for father’s day, but I forgot about it with the MitB chapter of Family Found. And I don’t want to write it and just queue it for next year, so here it be. If you really like it, please share it with your friends. Enjoy!

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In the alley below, the side door to a jewelry business was barely illuminated by the street light. Nightwing hovered above on the neighboring building. He glanced over the rest of the alley, but couldn’t see anything but shadow.

“Can you see me?”

“No. If I was supposed to, you wouldn’t be asking.” Nightwing chuckled. “How’s Y/N doing?”

“Ready to pop any day now.” Red Hood paused and Nightwing could hear him reconsidering what he’d said. “Do not tell her I said that.”

Nightwing snorted. “How often have you gotten in the doghouse for-“ He broke off as the alarm sounded and the side door burst open. “The race is-“

“On it.”

Two people came out of the door and flattened themselves against the wall. The cops were still miles away, and Nightwing stayed aloft to see how dramatic his partner could be. Coast clear and itching with adrenaline, the perps rushed for the only exit. Red Hood stepped out of the shadow, blocking their path.

“In a hurry? Why don’t you-“ his pocket began to ring with your ringtone. “Would you… excuse me, please? Hello?”

What was he doing? Nightwing watched amused as Red Hood answered his phone, the two robbers frozen in place.

“Jason,” he heard over the coms. Your voice was strained. “It’s happening. Get over here. It’s happening! Now!”

“Oh no,” he mumbled. “Sorry guys, gotta go. Nightwing, you’ve got this, right?” Jason was on his bike in seconds.

“Yep. How lucky were you guys?” He dropped to finish the arrest.  “Dodged Red Hood only to get snatched up by me?”

He stayed on the line with you the whole time. Alfred ended up driving you to the hospital, but Jason helped keep you mostly calm enough to do the breathing exercises. “In and out, sweetheart.” His breath whistled with his own in and out. “Keep going, Y/N. I’m here. We’ve got this.”

The proud panic in his voice made you smile. It only lasted for a second before a sharp contraction made you cry out. You heard him curse and the sound of his engine getting pushed to the limit.

Alfred took your hand. “Just a little further Ms. Y/N. We’re almost there.”

“I’m going to meet you at the door.” Through the call, you heard cars honking at him.

“Jason,” you pleaded, “you can be late if you get here safely. I want you there in one piece.”

Alfred pulled into the emergency entrance of the hospital. Jason came speeding around another corner and parked his bike in the bushes. He opened the door and tossed his helmet, jacket, and guns into the floorboard at your feet. He lifted you out and carried you towards the doors.

“Let’s get you two inside.” He held your hand as the nurses inside loaded you into a wheelchair and hurried you to a delivery room. You would have laughed to see him wearing scrubs over his gear, but the contractions were hitting faster. “I’m here, Y/N. I’m here.”

Your child was beautiful. Already you could tell they were going to have dark hair like Jason. Their fingers curled around the tip of your pinkie and squirmed in their sleep. Jason stood at your side, stroking your hair and occasionally kissing the top of your head. He thought they looked like you. You thought they looked like both of you.

The nurse noticed your eyes drooping and handed your baby to Jason after sitting him down. You laid back and fought off sleep for a little while longer. Jason was smiling. At your child. At you. It was a small smile, but every emotion he was feeling glowed on his face. You were just drifting off to sleep when he started whispering to them.

“Your mom’s worn out, but we can talk for a bit right? Welcome to Gotham, kiddo. It’s full of crazy and darkness. But for you, it’s also full of family. All your uncle and aunt robins, and Bruce. Does that make him grandpa? He’ll love that. And Uncle Alfred is family too. Then there’s me. Your dad.” Jason sighed. “Heads up, I’m not perfect. None of us are, but you’ve got the best village Gotham has to offer.”

You cracked your eyes open and saw Jason moving his finger back and forth with their fist curled around it.

“I’m not going to let anything or anyone hurt you. Or your mom. You two are my world.” Jason leaned down and kissed the top of their head. “Goodnight. We’ll be here when you wake up. We’ll always be here. I promise.”

Jason handed them to the nurse to take to the nursery, then saw you watching him. You scooched over so he could join you on the cot. He kissed each of your eyelids, then your lips. You barely heard him through the haze of sleep.

“I love you. I always will. I promise.”

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Forever Tags: @blondekel77 @hallemichelles @laochbaineann @lavitabella87 @ramblingsofabourbondrinker @savmontreal @tinyelfperson @zuni21798

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Compromise

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The Reader tries to give blood, but there are complications. Dick and the Reader have a heart-to-heart to come to a compromise about donating.

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader

Warnings/Promises: giving blood, passing out, mention of unfriendly needles, food mention, fluff, angst

Word Count: 880

Note: I tried to give blood the other day and it did not go well. The circumstances are a little different in the fic, but here’s hoping it connects with a few of you. Please let me know if it did, or if you have your own donation stories. All likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Please enjoy!

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A harsh white light filled your sight as you blinked. Blurry figures flittered in and out of your vision, slowly congealing into nurses as they moved around other participants. One figure hovered closer than the others. They were saying something but hearing and understanding took a few more seconds.

“Y/N? Wake up, please. Can you hear me? Y/N?” Dick’s face came into focus and you smiled. He was in his police uniform.

“Hey, baby. What are you doing here?” You tried to lift your hands to cup his face, but it hurt too much to lift your left arm.

Dick glanced down at your arm and kept you from moving it. “One of the guys on duty recognized you and called me on dispatch when you passed out. What are you doing here?”

“Giving blood.” Oh yeah. Lightheadedness and then darkness. “Or trying too.”

As the nurse began to check the wrap on your arm, you made the mistake of looking down. Your vision swam again seeing the quick bruising around the needle site. Dick turned your face back to look at him. His eyes glinted with a flash of panic.

“No. Breath with me.” He led you through a breathing exercise, distracting you from… everything. By the time the nurse pulled your billowy sleeve down to cover the site you were both calmer.

“You’re good to go,” she said. “We got almost a full pint, so we should still be able to use it. Thank you for trying.” She handed you an ice-cold apple juice and spoke to Dick. “Give her a few minutes before letting her up. She’s probably going to be unstable for a hot second.”

Dick shook his head as the nurse went to help another donator. “I thought you weren’t going to try again?”

“But I want to help!” You wriggled to sit up a bit, then realized how leaned back they had you. “The last time was only bad because I tried it with my right arm last time. It was too thin and…”

“And the needle went through your vein. And you were bruised for over two weeks. And you have passed out or nearly passed out every time you’ve given, if you were even successful.” He sighed and rested his forehead on yours. “I don’t want you to keep risking your health.”

You snorted. “Like you don’t do that every day wearing either of your blue uniforms. Dick, I may not be able to fight the bad guys like you do, but I can give blood every once in a while. What’s a quick nap if I can help someone?” You studied his face. “Why does this scare you so much? You know I am safe here. It’s not Gotham.”

“I know, it’s just…” Dick looked around the room. “When you pass out, there’s nothing I can do to help you. You have to wake up on your own, and that scares me.” He gave your right hand a short tight squeeze. “I can’t save you.”

He looked guilty. Like it was his fault that your body was so adamant about not giving. Like it was his fault that you hadn’t told him you were going to try again. You felt guilty for not telling him.

“How about this?” You gathered your thoughts as Dick watched you intently. “You don’t like it, but I’m just as stubborn as you are so I’m going to keep trying. But I’ll tell you next time. We’ll make a day of it. You can take me to lunch, stay with me and hold my hand during the donation, and then take care of me afterward. You can save me by making sure my system is ready.” You bit your bottom lip when Dick didn’t react at first. “Thoughts? Worries? Suggestions?”

Dick’s temples flexed as he clenched his jaw. “You’re right. I don’t like it.”

“Richard,”

“And you’re right again. You are stubborn enough to keep trying.” He thought for a few more seconds. “I understand why you want to give. And I’m glad you see my side of things.” Again he paused. You fought against holding your breath. “I’ll ask off on days you want to donate, but I would like to keep it closer to four months between donations instead of the usual two allowed.”

“So you miss less work. I can agree to that.” You smiled. Dick did too.

“Cool. I would also like to take you to a doctor to see if we can do something different so you don’t pass out.” Dick looked away and mumbled under his breath, “and if they tell you not to give, all the better. Less stress all around.”

“I heard that,” you said at the same whisper level. You giggled. “If we are in agreement… where are you taking me for lunch?”

He laughed. “How about the Mediterranean place on Fourth? They have a great lentil soup with spinach. The best iron foods in one place for a hero.”

“Sounds good.” You leaned into his touch and he ran his thumb across your cheek. “Thank you for listening to me.”

“Back at you. Now let’s see how many packages of Oreos we can get away with before they run us out of the joint.”

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Forever Tags: @blondekel77 @laochbaineann @lavitabella87 @savmontreal @zuni21798 @tinyelfperson 

Nightwing/DC Tags: @aquaschemer @awkwardlyadorablebeingtooshort @beatlesobsessionlove @boogiebunnies @borntobene @brickwall035 @can-i-feel @captainwinterrsoldierr @cecygee @charzar124 @chi-mexican-ketchup @lairelovexo @comic-book-reider @crazynconfused @creatures4lyfe22 @cutie1365 @dickswallys @fallen-angel-assbutt @fanficimagine @ggrubi @girl-whos-sick-of-feeling @hoeimaginethis @itstheghostgirl  @itswingedprincess @kawaii-satan-trash @kaylaphantomhive @kryptolipsx @mayorofzillyhoo @myawkwardascanbe @nightwing-rules @papichulostan @roguesquadron11 @s0cially-awkward-unicorn @sarcastickpopnoona @shockwavee @soundslikevanilla @starkling25 @supernovares @tamanamohain @thelarkknightrises @the-mermaid-diary @virusiswhatiam @xenocanaan @yandearie @yuukiitan @bluebirdd @buttoneyedwitch @if-youre-not-a-dog-then-leave @randomadventure @ravenboysandstarwars @roxiera @sandatgp @solsticestorm 

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DC Masterlist

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S = Smut     A = Angst   F = Fluff    AR = Answered Request

Red Hood/Jason Todd

   Two Hoods, One Revenge (S)

   Supply Shop (S)

   He Needs Me

   Midnight Run (Implied S)

   Whispers (S)

   Your Favorite Game (S)

   Welcome to Gotham (F)

   Race to the Top (S)

   He Has Me (A, S)

Nightwing/Dick Grayson

  Hey Bartender (A)

  Hickey Victory (F)

  Compromise (A, F, needles)

  I Can Save You (A, F, needles and influenza)

  We’re Closed (Plot, F, implied S)

  The Best of Darkness (S)

 Batman/Bruce Wayne 

  A Night at the Theater (S)

Other: Original Work and Series

Batfam: Imagine Thanksgiving   

A Nightly Affair: (S) Nightwing keeps mistaking your apartment for his and you two grow very close. Very. Close. So close as to put you in danger, unless Nightwing can find you first. [Series Masterlist] 

  The Kissing Thief:  (S) Y/N gets fed up with Dick Grayson hiding mistletoe all over the manor, and suggests an alternate activity. The ‘alternate activity’ continues all year. No plot, just smut and fluff. [Series Masterlist]

Hickey Victory

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Dick gets his hands on a marshmallow gun… but he forgets about your nerf gun stash. Shenanigans occur.

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: Fluff, nerf guns, tickling, hickeys, slight language

Word Count: 770

Note: I’ve had this fic started for over two months but could never seem to find the rest of it. I think I finally got it. If you agree (or disagree) please let me know with comments, likes, and reblogs. My requests and tag lists are open. Have a happy new year and please enjoy this fluffy fic!

“Hey, Y/N, heads up!”

You turned just in time for something small and soft to hit you in the nose. You picked up a marshmallow from your lap and held it up at Dick.

“Did you just shoot me with a marshmallow? Don’t waste them, that’s why we have nerf guns.”

“Oh, yeah. But the bullets get everywhere and take forever to clean up!”

“So do marshmallows because you are a terrible shot!”

“Am not.”

“You hit me in the nose. My. Nose. Not my lips. My nose.”

For a split second, you stared each other down. Dick cursed as you leapt off the couch and ran towards the hall closet.

Tim could hear you squeal as Dick caught up with you, then the shout “hey!” after a soft ‘pop.’ He couldn’t help but laugh as bullets came raining out of the hallway before either of you tumbled back into the living room. He made a hasty exit as the living room became a war zone.

“You are going to lose, flyboy!” You shot a volley of nerf from one end of the couch, then rolled quickly to the other side. As suspected, Dick came running around that corner. He stumbled back dramatically as you shot him multiple times in the chest.

“Bird down! Bird down!” He collapsed and let his tongue hang out of his mouth. You were impressed how he didn’t blink.

You ran to him just as dramatically and cradled him in your arms. “So young. So much potential. The world will miss him, and he shall be avenged.”

Dick sat up and cocked his eyebrow. “By my killer?”

“Shut up,” you said, pushing him back down. “You’re dead. Let me have my moment.” You couldn’t help but giggle as he fell limp in your arms again. “What will the world do without him?” You leaned down to give his forehead a kiss but backed off at the last second. Dick blinked in surprise and was about to ask why when you shot him in the forehead with your last bullet. It stuck out comically like a unicorn horn.

“What was that for?” Dick flicked the bullet off.

“I had to make sure you wouldn’t come back as a zombie.” With a smirk, you booped him on the nose.

Dick’s smile spread into a mischievous grin. “Didn’t you ever learn you’re supposed to take two shots?” He rose dramatically into a sitting position. “Always double tap.”

When you realized he wasn’t going to stay down, you raised your nerf gun and fired at his head again. But nothing happened. The last bullet had already been flicked away. Dick did his best impersonation of a zombie growl and crouched on all fours to be eye to eye with you. You scrambled backward until you could get to your feet. You only made it as far as the next couch before he tackled you and pinned you beneath him.

“You won’t be able to turn me,” you laughed. “I’m wearing zombie-proof armor. The undead will never be able to turn me.”

“Well, then, we shall just have to take it off while my undead fingers still have dexterity.” Before you could argue his ability to speak, Dick homed in on your tickle points. He jumped rapidly between each one, never giving you time to catch your breath. Within a few minutes, your sides hurt from laughing and contorting yourself in an effort to get away. Your squeals of surprise had turned into shrieks of desperation. Dick continued his onslaught until he had removed the invisible layer of armor. With a dramatic growl of triumph, he lightly bit down on your neck and sucked.

“I thought you were a zombie, not a vampire?”

“When I get done giving you this hickey,” he said between sucks, “it’s going to look like a zombie bite.” He laughed against your skin as you cried out a feeble ‘no.’ He sat back on the couch and gave you a stratified nod.

“Dick Grayson, if this bruises and I can’t wear my intended dress to Bruce’s social party tonight, you are going to be very put off.”

“Why would I-“

“It’s the red one.”

“Dammit.” Dick ran his hands over his eyes. He looked again at your neck. “It’s not going to bruise. An ice pack should do the trick by tonight.” He leapt off the couch and ran to the kitchen.

By the time he got back, you had reloaded your nerf artillery. With your victory you gave him a matching mark, and the suggestion that he should shoot you with marshmallows more often.

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Forever Tags: @blondekel77 @laochbaineann @lavitabella87 @savmontreal @zuni21798

Dick Grayson/Nightwing/DC: @aquaschemer @awkwardlyadorablebeingtooshort @beatlesobsessionlove @boogiebunnies @borntobene @brickwall035 @can-i-feel @captainwinterrsoldierr @cecygee @charzar124 @cherryignacio @chi-mexican-ketchup @clairelovexo @comic-book-reider @crazynconfused @creatures4lyfe22 @cutie1365 @dickswallys @fallen-angel-assbutt @fanficimagine @ggrubi @girl-whos-sick-of-feeling @hoeimaginethis @itstheghostgirl @itswingedprincess @kawaii-satan-trash @kaylaphantomhive @kryptolipsx @mayorofzillyhoo @myawkwardascanbe @nightwing-rules @papichulostan @roguesquadron11 @s0cially-awkward-unicorn @sarcastickpopnoona @shockwavee @soundslikevanilla @starkling25 @supernovares @tamanamohain @thelarkknightrises @the-mermaid-diary @virusiswhatiam @xenocanaan @yandearie @yuukiitan @bluebirdd @buttoneyedwitch @if-youre-not-a-dog-then-leave @minchen0897 @randomadventure @ravenboysandstarwars @roxiera @sandatgp @solsticestorm  

Five-Star Miss-Giving

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Dick tries to give you a restful Thanksgiving for once, but his plans go a bit awry.

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: none (unless you count Thanksgiving stress)

Word Count: 730

Note: I don’t know about you guys, but I can’t bake to save my life. Thankfully, I’ve got a certain BatFam member I like to write about. Please let me know if you like the fic, if you can’t cook either, or if you’ve got an emergency recipe that works in a pinch. Likes, reblogs, and especially comments are always amazing. Hope you guys have a wonderful holiday, and I hope you enjoy the fic!

Frantic beeping from your oven set your nerve on edge. You grumbled on your way to the kitchen, complaining about this most recent attempt of your grandmother’s blackberry pie.

Then you could smell smoke.

“Oh no,” you muttered, then set off into a run.

When you reached the kitchen, Alfred was already turning off the oven and readying the fire extinguisher. You could see the flames curling around on the edges of the crust. Dick and Jason came around the corner as you let Alfred put out the flames.

“I’m sorry, miss Y/N. Would you like me to purchase more ingredients?”

“No thank you, Alfred. I’ll try again at Christmas. Or not ‘till next year.”

Jason pulled a knife from his jacket and cut back the charred crust. He stabbed a few blackberries and blew on them until they were cool. “How many does that make?”

“Two this season, five since moving in, and… I’ve lost count of the total.” You sighed and nodded at Jason. “Does the middle at least taste okay?”

He tentatively ate the top blackberry on his knife and chewed it deep in thought. “Yeah, it’s okay. Would be better with ice cream though.” He jumped as Alfred placed a bowl of vanilla in front of him.

“Knock yourself out,” you said with a chuckle. Dick followed you as you left Jason and Alfred with the carcass of the pie. You didn’t get far before he caught your hand and pulled you in a different direction.

“How would you like to have a Thanksgiving off?”

“What?” You shook your head. “You know there’s going to be trouble. Harvey Dent had people flip their own coins to see if he would boil them in oil with the family turkey. Bruce is never…”

“We actually have a mission. So… it won’t be a complete night off… but you won’t have to worry about-“

“Cooking. Or burning anything.” You wriggled out of his grasp and started walking toward your room. He kept you from opening the door.

“That, and patrolling in the cold. Or having to team up with Damien. Or any of the other issues that usually come up with this part of the year. Charming, rich boy Dick Grayson is supposed to be making a public appearance… alone. But I was hoping you would care to join me?”

You bit your lip to keep from grinning. An evening out with Dick did sound better. “Do we have to dress up?”

“Yes. But as you are already stunning, you won’t have much more to do except find a dress.”

You kissed his cheek. “Flattery will get you everywhere. It’s a date.”

That night you got to “relax” at the Sundial, the spinning five-star restaurant in the heart of Gotham that also just so happened to possibly be the target of a Poison Ivy attack. While you waited for her to show if at all, you feasted on the delights. Well, ‘feasted’ was a five-star word for five bites in a five-course meal. They were good bites, but pitiful all the same.

You kept shooting looks at Dick, expecting him to burst out laughing at any second. Instead, you had to stifle giggle after giggle as his face contorted in displeasure. He finally said something when dessert came: two bites each of some chocolate confection. One of the bites was the garnishing raspberry.

Dick leaned across the table. “I have to admit. Ivy wasn’t planning on attacking. I was just trying to treat you to a night out. But…”

“Is the Waffle House on Main still open?”

“I hope so.”

The Camaro looked a little out of place sitting outside the diner. Inside it looked equally as odd for Dick and you squeezed next to each other in the booth in your best apparel. The wonder-boy eats with his elbows out, by the way. Way out. And intentionally ribbing you when you would go to take a bite.

“You better watch it, or I’m going to make sure Bruce gives you midnight patrol for a week. Hey!” You blocked his fork from your waffle with your own.

“Am I at least forgiven for the snafu of this evening?”

“Yes.” You gave him a syrupy peck on his cheek, making sure to spread it everywhere. You were thankful for him and his attempts to keep you happy, glitches and all.

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The Kissing Thief Part 3: Chocolate Kisses

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Valentine’s fluff between Dick Grayson and the Reader.

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader, appearances by Jason, Cass, Tim

Warnings: food mention, fire hazard, language, implied smut

Word Count: ~650

Note: Just a quick fic. I figured there would be plenty of smut out there, so I’m trying to write fluff this time. Leave a comment, like, and reblog to let me know how I did. Get ready for butterflies. 

Part 1: Mistlefoe       Part 2 : A Glitering Celebration

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As much as you loved the game, today was not the day that you wanted to play hide-and-seek. With your ankle now healed, Dick could hide anywhere in the city. You’d found him twice already, only to see him jump across another rooftop with his laugh to hide someplace else.

Bruce messaged you that it was Tim’s turn to patrol. You gratefully sighed and hoped on the bike before speeding back to the manor.

A Hershey kiss hung where your keys usually did.

You knew what he was doing. It was no secret what time of the year it was. You even knew where’d he be laid out, waiting for you. You giggled as you unwrapped the kiss. He could wait a minute.

After you changed out, you were a little unnerved when Jason snickered as you walked past. He didn’t look up from his phone when you shot him a look. Then you heard Cass screech. Running into the kitchen you were overrun with roses and balloons.

“Please tell me Dick’s gonna let you share?” she begged. Already she had a hand on a heart-shaped box, one of many that obliterated the table.

“Knock yourself out,” you chuckled. You grabbed the one box with a kiss taped to the top and left the rest for the family. As you unwrapped it, the tag on the top filled the foil. The usual blue writing was covered up with other text too small for you to read.

There was another kiss waiting for you in the library next to the magnifying glass. It’s tag said “use me,” making you giggle.

“I love your lips when they’re wet with wine

And red with a wild desire;

I love your eyes when the lovelight lies

Lit with a passionate fire.

I love your arms when the warm flesh

Touches mine in a fond embrace;

I love your hair when the strands enmesh

Your kisses against my face.”

You placed your hand on your heart. He was quoting, but it was still beautiful. You dug the first tag out of your pocket to see if there was a message there as well. “Lay me down where stars play, lay me down where my lover lays.” Not Robert Frost, but he got his point across.

Tim was back from his patrol. His brow scrunched in confusion when he saw you. “Y/N, I just heard you in your room?”

“Was my voice unnaturally high pitched?”

He thought for a moment before saying, “yeah. I thought maybe you’d caught a cold.” He thought for another second. “Were you not the one who screeched earlier over the coms?”

“Cass. There’s a table full of chocolate. You can have some if you…” he was gone before you could finish. With a labored sigh, you stood outside your door. You counted to twenty, just to see if he would ask you to come in. But he’s just as stubborn as you are.

The room was dark. You flipped the switch, but it did nothing. A single flame lit in the middle of your room. It hovered down and lit a candle. The flame spread till there were at least twenty candles lit surrounding your bed.

“Happy Valentine’s day Y/N,” Dick said from over your shoulder. He pulled you close and kissed your temple.

“If Alfred saw this, he’d never trust you with another…” Dick silenced you with another kiss. This one was deeper, made your heart swell, and ignited the heat beneath your stomach. You pulled him closer and found your stomach rubbing up against something hard. Dick let out a shuddered breath as you wiggled closer to him. “Dick, are you…”

He stepped back, letting you see the candle flames dance across his chest and over the red ribbon.

“Do you want to open your last present?”

Chocolate be damned; he knew exactly what you wanted.

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