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We’re Closed

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The Reader is a bar owner to a favored gangster hang-out. A close shave for Officer Dick Grayson ends with a hot night for both of them.

Pairing: Nightwing x Bartender!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: alcohol, slight violence, suggested smut

Word Count: 1060

Note: There was supposed to be more to this, but the week got away from me. If you’d like there to be a smutty part two, let me know. Any other thoughts, comments, and ideas can be sent to my requests, which is open for business. So is my tag list for a bunch of fandoms. Enjoy!

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When he walked in, he immediately stood out like a perfect target. The swagger was like something pulled out film noir. A bad one. And the “tattoos?” Even temporary tats should be applied over a few days so they don’t all look fresh, ignoring how fake they looked.

He blustered up to the bar and waved you over. You groaned.

“A martini, please. Sh-“

“I swear, if you say the Bond line I will kick your ass myself.” You made him the drink quickly, eyeing everybody that was eyeing him. He paid for it then and left a great tip. “Honey, that’s sweet and all, but you really don’t belong here.”

He nodded and took a sip. “I agree this is not my typical drinking destination. But I’m looking for someone.” The bar instantly went silent. The man continued on like nothing had changed. “He’s about six-two, balding, has a four-leaf clover tattoo cut through by a scar on his left shoulder, is wearing a bright blue shirt, and has a really bewildered look on his face right now.”

A man fitting that description stood at a back-corner booth. “Who’s lookin’ for ‘im?” He was a local gangster known for sneaking ammunition in and out of the city. Cináed by name.

The rookie didn’t look back. “Oh, a few people. But just me at the moment.” He finished his drink and swiveled around on his bar stool. “I was wondering if we could talk.” He reclined against the bar as Cináed’s men left their table and formed a circle around him.

“One more time,” Cináed growled, “who’s askin’?” His hand reached under his coat. “Everybody out!” He made eye contact with you. “Sorry, miss.” He pulled out a wallet and dropped a large fold of cash on the counter. “For your missed tips. This is your place, so you can stay and keep an eye on it. We’ll try not to get it too messy.”

You swallowed. “I’d appreciate that.” The last of the patrons filed out. You left the bar and went around collecting glasses. You cleaned them at the far end of the bar, straining your ears to hear what they were saying.

“I just want to talk. I heard about a little somethin’ you did on thirteenth street. Wanted to meet the mastermind.” He sighed and put his hands up as a goon patted him down. He bit down on his lip when the goon fumbled with the bottom of his shirt. “I can explain-“

“Officer Richard Grayson.”

Several guns clicked and cocked into place. Cináed pointed his ready piece at the officer’s head.

“What did you want to know, officer? ‘Cause you’re talkin’ to the wrong guy.”

“Am I? My apologies.” Grayson tried to stand up but was forced back down. “It was beautifully done. I thought perhaps it was your brother, but we found one of your prints at the scene. Unless he’s framing you.” He leaned back further as Cináed pushed his gun into his forehead.

“Is that so?”

“Boys,” you called out. “Don’t make a mess in my bar.”

Cináed nodded and stepped back. “My apologies, miss. Listen, Officer, even if my sweet kid brother was tryin’ to frame me… there wouldn’t be evidence. Try Okada. He keeps encroaching on my turf with his sales. If I’m out of the way, he gets twenty square blocks. Got it?”

Grayson nodded. “That’s what I needed to hear.” He licked his lips and looked around. “Do I get to pass this along to my superiors?”

The boss shared a look with the man to his right. He jutted his chin and the men started to leave, paying for their drinks on the way out. Cináed was the last out. “Get home safe, miss.” The bell over the door chimed on his way out.

The officer drew his hand across his face. He turned around to you. “Can I get a-“

“We’re closed.”

When you got home, your boyfriend was waiting for you. 

“Did you really have to be so dramatic?” You dropped your purse and escaped your shoes. “And what’s with the tattoos? They look terrible.”

Dick was laying on the couch shirtless. He smiled brightly. “Welcome home to you too. I got what I needed.”

“Mmm. And you almost got shot for the trouble.”

You avoided his grasp on the way to the bedroom. He groaned and chased after you. He didn’t catch you until it was just the two of you and your skivvies. You helped make it even by pushing down his sweatpants. When he leaned in to kiss you, all he got was air.

“I’m mad at you. You almost got yourself killed.” You stopped him from saying more with a kiss of your own. “I could have lost you. Right in front of my eyes.” You covered up his excuses with more desperate kisses. He hissed as you dug your nails down his back. He was there. You could feel him. He was okay.

Dick pulled you down to sit in his lap on the bed. “Hey. I’m okay.” He nuzzled into your neck. “I won’t promise anything because I can’t, but nothing is going to happen to me. Or you. Okay?” He pulled you ask close as he could. “I’m here. Safe.”

You leaned back with a chuckle. “Safe? Honey, you are stuck in this room with me. A very scared and horny me.” You licked your lips as he tilted his head.

“Did… did me staring down that guy turn you on?”

“A bit. Yeah.” You straddled his hips.

It was a lovely night, though you made sure he understood that if he almost blew your cover again, there would be serious consequences. Drowsily you played with the ink across his chest.

“You gotta get rid of the tats, babe. They are so fake.”

“What, you don’t like them? I even got one inspired by you.” Dick turned onto his stomach so you could see the rose between his shoulder blades.

“Fine. If you do ever go for it, you can get something like that.” You laughed when he tried to crawl back over top of you. “Nuh-uh. We’re closed.” You pushed him off and curled your back into his chest. It wouldn’t be long before circling your hips would inspire him to convince you to stay open.

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For Honor and Love

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Prompt: “Hello 🙂 Can you pls do a fluffy Jey Uso where reader is an actress (she’s Latina lol) they’ve been dating for years and the Usos are having another rap battle w/ the new day and one of them says something bad about you and he gets all defensive and when he comes home the next day you mention it and he gets all blushy and can it end with implied smut if you can pls”

Pairing: Jey Uso x Latina!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: FLUFF, implied smut

Word Count: 1030

Note: I am not someone gifted with the ability to rap/rhyme, so please accept a battle of wits. I think this came out super cute, so if you guys could confirm that I would really appreciate any comments/reblogs you could send my way. Thanks to the anon for requesting Jey; I don’t think I would have ever written for him otherwise. I hope you guys like it!

You smiled listening to Jey’s laugh. Kofi had made some joke, sending both Usos into a fit of giggles. The New Day couldn’t keep a straight face either.

“Man,” Jimmy sang, “you keep passing the same jokes in new ways.”

“All day, every. New. Day!” Xavier picked up. “We can’t help it when its oo-so easy.” He grinned wildly as Kofi and Big E bumped at his shoulders.

“You can pun around all you like.” Jey had a lightbulb moment and snickered. “But like Wood’s trombone, you can only play the one unsatisfying tune, no matter how much you change the tempo.”

The other two members caught Xavier as he reeled back. You couldn’t help but giggle out loud at how offended he looked. His next words made Jey’s face fall and made your breath hitch in your throat.

“My girl sounds lovely no matter what I play. While your lovely lady is stuck with your un-awed ass. Speaking of Y/N, how is she faring? You keeping her… satisfied? Or do you believe her poor acting skills?”

Jimmy moved quickly to hold Jey back as his brother leapt for Xavier. He had dropped his mic, but you saw him say “don’t be talkin’ ‘bout my girl. Leave her out of this.”

Everyone dropped their mics while inching closer to one another. E spoke up. “Leave her out of this? You’re the one who brought the girls into this in the first place.” Surprisingly it was Jimmy and Kofi trying to keep everyone from losing their heads. But the once friendly banter had morphed into something more fueled by honor and ego than fun.

The following match did nothing to disperse the warm tingling between your legs. Jey was intense. It kept ringing in your head that in a way he was defending you. The way he would growl at Xavier or Big E made you rub your thighs together. You groaned seeing those big shoes of his whack either of them in the face. There was a similar reaction every time the camera would zoom in on his outstretched hand waiting to be tagged in. When the match finished, you turned off the TV and had a nice hot bath.

You sent Jey a picture of you half submerged in the suds with a message.

I can’t wait to thank you for defending my honor.

Jey’s reply was pretty much illegible with his flabbergasted fingers.

The buzz under your skin had not diminished in the next twenty hours or so. Should you dress up? Should you dress down, normal? Should you dress at all? You wanted to be wearing more than your pj’s.

Your question was answered when he arrived a lot sooner than you were expecting. Despite the surprise, you rushed to meet him at the door, barely giving him time to drop his bags before you were flying into his arms. Nor did he get a word of greeting out before your lips were on his. Needless to say, you had missed him.

“Damn,” he breathed when you finally broke away, “if I didn’t want to be with all the time, I’d be gone more often just so I’d get that.” He hummed in delight and gave you quick peck on the lips.

“What are you talking about? You could be gone for five minutes to get pizza and you’d get this welcome.”

Without missing a beat, Jey grinned and said, “then can I step out and back in again?”

You laughed and cupped his face. “No.” This time you nibbled on his bottom lip, making him rumble and hold you tighter.  You stepped back, giggling when he leaned forward to follow you. “You know, I had to turn off the TV last night and be alone after your match.” You grabbed both of his hands and pulled him further into the apartment.

“Oh really?”

“Mhmm.” You pulled him to sit on the couch. “The way you stood up for me? Defended my honor? Made me all tingly inside.” Jey gasped as you straddled his waist. You tilted your head when he didn’t look up at you. “Jey?”

He rubbed his neck. “Yeah, sorry about that. If I hadn’t brought Wood’s trombone-“

“Francesca?”

“The second, yes. If I hadn’t brought her into it Woods couldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry if he offended… you… or anything.” His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his eyes flitted around the room.

You rested your arms on his shoulders. “Xavier has no such power over my feelings. That pobre alma solitaria is only words and ring tricks. You on the other hand,” you ran your fingers up along the back of Jey’s neck, “are an electrical storm on the senses.” You bit your lip, now fully holding his attention, and wiggled your hips. Jey bucked up to meet you and let out a stifled groan. His suppressed smile was practically glowing under his skin.

“Baby, you keep moving like that and…” he bit down on his bottom lip and gripped at your hips. Then his grip loosened and his shoulders slumped. He seemed deep in thought, so you kept silent and reassuringly stroked your thumbs over the curve of his neck. “Woods did speak out of turn. You are an amazing actress, there’s no denying that. But…” Jey sighed and started again, “Have you ever-“

“Faked it?” You smiled as he looked up sheepishly at you. “Honey, I have never had to act or pretend or fake anything with you. It’s one of the many reasons why I love you.” With a dip of your head, you nosed across his cheekbones. “Now how about you let me slip into something more comfortable-“

“Than your pajamas?” Jey teased.

You nipped at his lip. “I was thinking about something more along the lines of… nothing?”

Jey’s eyes lit up, then darkened promisingly. “Oh, really?” He flexed his shoulders under your touch. “Mind if I join you for that?”

There was nothing to reply except with a wink. You left him on the couch and swayed your hips on the way to your bedroom. Just outside the door, you turned and encouraged him to follow you.

He was off like a shot.

pobre alma solitaria = poor lonely soul (I know its not true, but it felt right in the fic)

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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.

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Short and Short Tempered

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The reader is trying to cook, but she can’t reach anything in the cabinets.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: fluff, implied smut

Word Count: ~515

Note: For all my short readers, we’ve been here. Tall readers you can still read this and laugh at our troubles with Sam. Lucky. If you like the fic, let me know with comments and reblogs and… likes. If you want to be put on a tag list, or have a request, shoot me a message!

“Seriously, Winchesters?” You groaned as you tried to reach the casserole dish on the top shelf. “If you two would just stay out of my kitchen, I could reach everything.” With a growl you took a chair and stood on it. You also grabbed a few more things to replace at lower levels later. “This is my kitchen, and I’ll be damned if Dean moves things around again.”

“Don’t let him hear you say that. He thinks the kitchen is his.” Sam chuckled from his leaning position in the doorway when you almost fell off your perch. “If you needed help, you could’ve just asked.”

You crossed your arms. “But I don’t want to have to ask. I want to be able to reach everything without assistance.” You squinted at him as his face twitched with a grin. “What? Stop looking at me like that.”

“But you’re cute.”

“Sam shut up.”

“What? You’re just adorable. And tiny.” His sweet smile finally shined through. No, Y/N. You’re mad at him.

“I am average height, Winchester. Average. Height! You’re just ridiculously tall!”

He stepped closer to you. Balanced as you were, you didn’t have anywhere to go. “I don’t think you are, Y/N. If you were, you wouldn’t need a whole chair to stand eye to eye with me.” He stepped close enough to prove his point. It worked out better than he thought. You bobbed up on your tiptoes to actually glare at his level. He laughed at your movements. The cute one that sounded like bells that only happened when he was really feeling carefree.

“Your cute laugh isn’t going to make me less angry, stop hugging me, put me down! Put me down!” Sam lifted you up and scooted the chair out of the way. He sat you on the counter and stood between your parted legs. “No. I’m not kissing you. I’m mad at you for-“ You were cut off with a kiss. He broke away for a second, then cut you off again, repeating as needed until you leaned forward to follow his retreating lips. Your hands roamed up to the nape of his neck where your fingers could curl in his hair.

Then a thought popped into your head. A memory.

You placed a finger on Sam’s lips and pushed him away. “Dean didn’t put those dishes that high, did he? He never uses these dishes, nor can he reach the back of the top shelf either.” He averted his gaze, dimples making an appearance. “Sam?” you asked, drawing out his name.

“A guy likes to feel needed.” He leaned down to rest his forehead on yours.

“You could’ve just asked,” you repeated at him.

“Can I ask for something else first?”

You nodded, humming in delight.

Sam nuzzled his nose to yours then whispered in your ear, “will you come with me to my room?”

“Only if you help me off the counter first.” You squealed as he lifted you up where you could wrap your legs around his hips.

Dinner preparations were on hold until further notice.

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Midnight Run

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Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings/Promises: implied semi-public (rooftop) smut, language

Word Count: ~720

Note: Just a short work. I haven’t written Jason in a while and wanted to work with him a bit more. Please let me know what you think by leaving a comment, or liking or reblogging. My tag lists and requests are open, and please check out my masterlist (link after the fic.) Enjoy!

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You were being chased.

You couldn’t see your pursuer any more than the occasional flash of red. You tried not to look back. Every time you did, it increased your paranoia. You ran faster, watching every dark corner for him to appear.

This meant you weren’t watching your feet.

As you tripped over the wire you thought about your training. You knew better than this.

“You’re getting sloppy, Y/N.” Red Hood hovered over you, pinning you to the rooftop, “I even used the shiny wire.”

“I know. I thought about in on the way down.” You avoided his gaze. Even with the mask, you could feel him smirking at you. “Now are you going to let me up, or are just going to stay here all night?”

“Well,” he shook his head, “I’m waiting for you to make me move. If you can.”

Half a second later you had him flipped on his back. Then he had you up against an air unit. You should have groaned in pain; instead you whimpered.

Jason ripped off his helmet and held you up. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to hit you that hard.”

“I’m fine. Really.” You were pretty sure you were blushing. Hopefully it was too dark for him to see.

“Are you sure? You look flushed.”

Damn.

You pushed away his hand as he felt your forehead. “It’s not that kind of flush, Jason.” He tilted your face to look at him as his pupils swelled. Jason lightly pushed a curl across your face, leaning forward till your noses were almost touching. Your ribs felt like they were being broken from the inside, your heart was pumping so fast.

No. You couldn’t let yourself do this.

You punched him in the ribs while hooking your ankle behind his before jerking it forward. He fell with a slight thud. You ran. You leapt over buildings, not sure if he was even following you. Then you heard him curse as he tripped over one of his own trap wires. Now you could easily pick up the sound of his running, spurring you forward.

The trap rooftop you’d set up the night before was coming up, but you never made it. Jason blindsided you and pinned you down. He held your arms above your head and kept you from flipping him by trapping your legs under his. He left his mask behind, his hair wild between the wind and the helmet-hair. A few tendrils covered his eyes, which kept flicking between your eyes and lips.

“Where did you think you were going?” he asked, slightly out of breath.

“You think you’re the only one to set up trip wires? Let me up and I’ll show you.”

“Nope. Not till you tell me what happened back there.”

You looked away. “I don’t want us to start anything. Love makes teammates sloppy; one of us could get hurt.”

“Love? You love me?” His voice was hushed. You considered it to be shock in a negative way.

“Yes. Now it’s out there. We can move on, forget about it, anything. Now can we go hunt some bad-guys?”

For a second nothing happened. Then you felt Jason’s grip loosen. He released your arms, but kept you caged beneath him. You were still refusing to look at him when you felt his hot breath on your neck. Startled, you turned to look at him, and found your lips pressed into his. He deepened the kiss, pressing into your lips harder until you opened up for him. His hips rolled into yours, pressing something thick and hot into the apex of your thighs.

When he broke off for air, you reached down to palm his hard-on.

“Is this what made you trip earlier?” you asked with a giggle.

“Yes. And every time since we started working together. I can’t help but notice the way your body moves when your round-housing some jerk in the face.”

You pulled his face back to yours. “That’s probably the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“Give me a while, sweetheart, and let me show you more.”

You didn’t care that you were on a rooftop where anybody could see you. You forgot everything when he showed you the details for why he’d fallen so many times. So many details.

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Your Mother is Going to Kill Me

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Dean learns how his son reacts to struggles and has to think of a way to keep them both out of trouble, even on Fathers’ Day.

Pairing: Domestic!Dean x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: heart melting fluff, implied smut

Word Count: ~650

Note: I love reading Father!Dean fics, and wanted to try writing one. Let me know how you liked it with a comment (even if it’s just a keyboard smash), like and/or reblog.

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As the knocking on the door intensified, Dean cracked open his eyes to look at the clock. He groaned. Who the hell is awake at 7 on a Sunday? Behind the knocking, he heard rustling in the kitchen downstairs. Everyone. That’s who. He rolled over and pulled the blankets over his head. “It’s too early!” he grumbled loudly.

The hinges creaked as the door opened. A few seconds later a small body flew onto the bed and landed on Dean’s chest.

“Wake up! It’s Father’s Day! Happy Father’s Day, daddy!”

“Good morning to you too, Bobby.” Dean grunted as Bobby bounced one more time before getting off his chest.

“I got you a present.” Bobby held out a small box haphazardly wrapped in blue paper. He watched almost patiently as Dean ripped off the paper. “It’s a derby car! My scout troupe hasn’t given them out yet, but Mommy said you’d want time with me for Father’s Day and I asked my leader for the car early, I was thinking we could paint it red. I already sketched out a bit, wanna see?”

“Hang on there…” Dean sighed as Bobby dumped out the contents of the box onto the bed. He couldn’t help but smile as Bobby pointed out his penciled plans and chattered opinions for flames or stripes. “That all sounds great, buddy. We can make final decisions on paint when we get there. For now, let’s put everything back in the box and we can see what you mother’s doing for breakfast. “

Bobby panicked as they counted everything off. “Where’s the fourth wheel? How could I lose it? Son of a-“

“Hey! Watch your language. Where’d you learn that anyways?”

Bobby looked up sheepishly. “You said it the other day when you tripped over my firetruck. Saying it seemed to calm you down, so…”

Dena pinched the bridge of his nose. “Your mother’s gonna kill me. Okay, here’s the deal,” he said, giving the derby box back to his son, “we can buy another set if we can’t find the fourth wheel. Then we’ll have three back-ups.” He dropped his voice, “and if Mommy asks about your new vocabulary you’re not going to use, say you learned it from Uncle Sammy. Got it?”

“Yes, sir,” Bobby grinned.

“What are you two up to?” you asked, walking in from leaning on the doorframe. You laughed when they both said “nothing” in unison, unconvincingly. “Right, now scoot over.” You slid into the bed behind Bobby, kissing Dean over his head.

“Hey! You’re squishing me. Get a room!”

“You’re in our room, little mister.” You reached out and tickled Bobby from one angle as Dean tickled him from another till Bobby’s squeals were high enough to shatter glass. “And where’d you learn that sass?”

Bobby looked at Dean, then back at you. “Frooooom… Uncle Sammy.”

“That’s my boy,” Dean said, giving Bobby’s hair a ruffle. His proud smile dropped away into a confused shrug.

“Sure you did,” you hummed. “Breakfast is out. You might want to get there before your Dad eats all the bacon.”

Bobby was off like a shot.

Dean rolled over you and kissed your forehead and down your neck. He rolled his hips and hardening length against you.

You shivered. “You wanting to make a brother for Bobby?”

Dean growled. “I was thinking a sister as brilliant and beautiful as her mother, but I’m more focused on the creative process at the moment.”

You pressed a finger over his lips as he dipped for another kiss. “Unless you want a small interruption, might I suggest we wait till after breakfast?”

“It’s not too early to traumatize Bobby.”

You booped his nose. “If you can wait for a little bit, Sam’s coming over to pick him up. Then we’ll have all day.” You giggled as Dean’s face lit up. “Happy Father’s Day, Mr. Winchester.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Winchester.”

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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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Mistlefoe

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Y/N gets fed up with Dick Grayson hiding mistletoe all over the manor, and suggests an alternate activity.

Pairing: Reader x Dick Grayson

Word Count: 1000+

Warnings: snark, sparring violence, implied smut

Note: I wrote this in thirty minutes. (Should that be a warning? Probably) Anyway, enjoy.

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You were sure this was not what Bruce trained him for. The ninja-like skills were for apprehending criminals, not for lying-in-wait to kiss you the second you stepped under a cluster of mistletoe. Where was he getting it all anyways?

“Oh look, mistletoe!” he said for the hundredth time that day before pecking you on the nose.

You grunted and kept walking. The kitchen was just a few steps away. Maybe being around the rest of the team would squelch his festive PDA.

“Y/N, look o-,“ Cassandra flinched as Dick somehow appeared from the ceiling and kissed you upside-down. It lasted longer than usual, and you found yourself leaning into him. He pulled away, and grinned.

“Your lips taste wonderful,” he whispered. As annoyed as you were, he could be sweet. You covered up your blush with a frown, feigning irritation as he flipped down to walk with you. You pushed him away, but winked at Cassandra.

“If you keep hiding mistletoe everywhere,” you said, slumping into a chair, “I’m going to deck your halls.” Cassandra high-fived you and passed a plate of holiday cookies before leaving the kitchen.

Dick braced himself on the tale and slapped a hand over his heart in ‘shock.’ “Well that’s not very festive of you.”

“And mistle-bombing me is?”

“What, have you been having trouble catching your breath?” he looked down at you, the angle just deep enough to give his eyes that dark shade that made your desire pool.

“Hardly. I figured you were the one out of breath, trying to replace all the sprigs I keep burning.”

“Shame on you.”

You shrugged. “If you weren’t being such a dick about the whole thing, I might even like it.” Then you had a thought.

“What?” Dick stepped back and squinted at you. “I know that face. It’s usually means something brilliant, but painful. What’s on your mind?”

You sat back, nibbling on your cookie while you solidified the idea. “How would you like to earn unlimited kisses for the season?” No matter how much he tried to hide his excitement, he had a tell. “Meet me in the training room in fifteen.” You grabbed the sprig hanging over the door and started down the hall. “Fifteen minutes, Dick.”

By the time he showed, you were ready. The uniform was a development, but not altogether a surprise. He knew you liked him in uniform.

“So. What are the rules?” he asked, surveying your work. You had set up eight poles around the mat. The four on the corners had mistletoe hanging from them, and the four in between had Christmas ornaments.

“If you can spare me to any of the corners, you get a point and a kiss. If I spare you to any of the ornaments, I get a point. First one to five wins. If I win, then you can only use the mistletoe I’ll set up in the door leading in and out of the Batcave till January the first. If you win, unlikely, then you can kiss me whenever till Valentine’s.”

“You’re going to suffer too, sweetheart, if you win.”

“I didn’t say that I couldn’t kiss you, only that you can’t start anything except under that cluster.”

“Fine.”

“Then let’s begin.”

Dick followed you to the middle of the mat, twirling his Eskrima sticks. You unsheathed your twin Sai and readied your stance: left arm and leg outstretched, right arm across your chest. Nightwing readied his: knees slightly bent, arms pulled back with his sticks pointing to the floor. For a moment, neither of you moved. Any twitch would give your first move away, so you kept your breathing slow and your muscles relaxed.

Nightwing moved first, simply swinging his sticks up so he could bring them down on your head. He should know better. You stepped to the side and caught his wrists together in one sai, and his forearm in another. With a quick twist, you had him on the floor under an ornament. With slight pressure, he was tapping the floor, sticks forgotten.

“Well that was quick,” you smirked.

“Oi, you’ve got four more points before you can say that.” He stood up, rubbing where you pinned him.

“If you keep losing, it won’t be long.”

You tossed him one of your Sai. He used the stance you had before, but with the Sai in his right hand. Your stance stayed the same, but moved the Sai to your right and held it back like when drawing a bow. You lunged, aiming to pin his shoulder. But he stepped in quick. Before you could bring your arm down, Nightwing had you squeezed between the Sai and him. A few steps of struggle later and he chuckled. You looked up in time to see the green and white plant just before he descended onto your lips. He left you breathless in a way you couldn’t hide, and kept any sassy remarks to himself.

Once again you stood in the middle. You were weaponless as you had dropped yours during the kiss. Nightwing still had the other one, but he tossed it away. You both put your hands up, ready for a proper sparing match. But you were finding it hard to focus. With his arms up like that, his biceps strained against the fabric. You watched as he stepped closer and moved out of the way, but tripped over his support leg causing him to tumble down with you. You rolled to keep yourself on top, pinning him with you knee hovering above his groin.

“There’s no need for pressure there. Bad form, Y/N.”

“I thought you liked my form?” You helped him stand, but stayed close. Your hand palmed the swelling beneath his uniform. “Besides, the only pressure there is your own.”

Nightwing let out a shuddering breath, then hoisted you over his shoulder. You grabbed his waist the best you could, but he kept your legs to his chest so you couldn’t flip him. He walked past the edge of the mat, then gave a lighthearted slap to your ass.

You shrieked. “You haven’t made it to five points yet? Is this your surrender?”

“Nope. But it won’t take two seconds to hang ornaments and mistletoe on my bedposts. If we even get that far.”

“Cheeky,” you laughed, smacking the glorius maximus bouncing next to your face.

He flipped you in the air to carry you bridal style down the hall. He brought his face close to yours till your noses touched.

“We’ll get down to that eventually.”

Part 2: A Glittering Celebration  

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