Bed Head

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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We’re Closed

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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Compromise

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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(Credit to here; I couldn’t find a better gif elsewhere. Thank you!)

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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DC Masterlist

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]

The Kissing Thief Part 3: Chocolate Kisses

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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