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🔞 Dick Grayson x reader| Minors DNI| NSFW WARNING!!! 🔞

You and Dick make out in your camper after his hero shift ended

Contents: Dick x Fem! reader-both adult-explicit content-crampie-moaning-consensual-smut-cumming-hard-cussing-l'ots of pet names by Dick-cute-fluff-aftercare-affirmation by Dick-body talk-reader is insecure about their appearnces/body

I'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

Please reblog 🔁 and like❤️

P.s: uhhh now i write for DC too i guess? ╮(￣▽￣)╭ i just write what cames in my mind,it's not good but i try ahaha (-ヮ-"")

it's my first time writing him especially NSFW so i'm like ahhhhh

@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia @satorkive @ponderingmoonlight

₊˚ʚ 🧊 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ 🧊 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ 🧊 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ 🧊 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ 🧊 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ 🧊 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

Dick shushes you as quietly as he can, trying to keep you both as silent as possible. The trailer is small, the thin walls practically paper-thin. It’s not just the two of you in the trailer park, there are plenty of other people around as well. Anyone can hear you if you’re too loud.

“Keep it down” he murmurs before capturing your lips with his own again, his hands roaming your body. You moaned in his mouth as you felt him burying inside you.

Dick groans as your body clenches around him, the sound being buried by your own moan against his lips. He tries to keep you quiet by muffling your sounds with his own mouth, his teeth nipping at your lip as he begins to move, setting a quick and eager pace. It’s been so long since he’s had the time to be alone with you, the last thing he wants to do is wait.

“Stay quiet, darling, don’t want to get caught” he murmurs against your skin, his lips trailing down the column of your neck.

You moaned in response,gripping his shoulders biting down on his skin to muffled them

Dick’s lips fall away from your neck, letting out a sharp hiss as you bite his skin. It hurts, but in the best way possible. He’s always loved the way you mark his skin. The way you claim him as your own.

“Darling” he breathes, a warning in his voice as he continues to move, hips rocking against yours quickly. Even with the warning, he’ll never make you stop. “Please, bite me again.”

As Dick found your g spot you melted allowing him to go deeper as you bited his shoulder harder "ff..fuck oh f..fuck god" you mewled

Dick groaned as you bit into his shoulder, your reaction driving him to move harder and faster. He knows exactly how to please you, and exactly how to make you fall apart.

“That’s it” he murmurs, his fingers digging into your hips. He’s careful to make sure the mark won’t be visible with his suit later. “That’s it—such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

Dick keeps your wrists pinned on either side of your head, keeping you locked in place in the mating position. “Don’t move, darling” he murmurs, his voice firm. He’s in control right now, keeping you locked to the bed as he moves.

He leans down, his lips finding your ear once again. “You know better than to disobey.”

Desperate moans lifted your lips,sweat running down your face,eyes closed and mouth open

“God, you’re so perfect like this” he breathes in your ear as he moves. “So pretty, all for me.”

Dick releases one of your wrists to reach down, his hand moving between your bodies. He circles his fingers over the bundle of nerves, wanting to send you over the edge again. “Come on, darling, can you come for me again? Just like that.”

Dick knew you were close, he could hear it. He loved to hear the beautiful sounds you made as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. “That’s it, darling, just like that” he coos, his lips returning to your neck. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

You mewled moaning "ah ah D..dick.." you whined as your pussy clenched around his cock

“Good girl, come on” he repeated, encouraging you as he continued to drive into you, his fingers working over your clit. The praises leave his lips effortlessly, falling over and over as he works you over. “That’s it, darling, come for me. Let me hear those pretty sounds of yours"

"N..not the c..clit mhn" you whined pouting as your cunt made wet sounds "mhn not f..fair" you moaned again

Dick smirked, his smirk pressed against your skin. He loved to tease you like this, to take you to the edge and leave you there. “What was that, darling?” he muses, his voice low and his breath warm. “You don’t like when I do that?”

He circles his fingers over your clit in the same exact motion, drawing another whimper from you. “Not fair?” he repeats back, his lips still against your skin. “Why’s that?”

You cried out moaning mewling moaning faster the combination of his fingers and his cock made you see starts "mhnn n…not f..air…g..gonna come" you moaned desperately

Dick smiled, relishing in the way your body reacts to his touch. The way your legs would shake, how you’d whine and whimper, the perfect little sounds you made. All because of him. “Yes you will, darling, come on” he coos as he keeps his fingers moving in the same pattern. “I know you can do it, come for me like a good girl. That’s it, that’s it, so pretty”

Plop sounds filled the room along your moans "Ah ahn" He hitted your g spot again melting you "c..coming..hamn"

Dick groaned as your body began to fall apart, clenching around him. He could feel how close you were, in the arch of your back, the way your breaths hitched, the way you kept repeating his name like a prayer.

“That’s it” he encouraged, his fingers moving faster. “Come for me, darling, you’re so beautiful, come for me” Dick held you close as the orgasm washed over you, your body shaking as you came around him. He continued to move, working you through the intense pleasure. “That’s it, darling, so good for me” he breathed, his own breath catching as he began to get close himself. “Don’t...don’t stop” he repeated, his voice growing more breathless as he chased his own climax. “Keep going, don’t stop” he repeated urgently. “Stay just like that, just like that—“

His words were cut off as he finally came, burying himself as deep as he could and letting out a strangled cry , his hips stilling and his body shaking. He held you tight against him as he tried to catch his breath, his head falling to your shoulder. “Fuck” he panted softly, his voice muffled against your skin. “You’re so perfect, darling, so perfect.”

He slowly pulled out, shifting to lay on the bed beside you, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you into him. He held you close, holding you against his chest as he tried to catch his breath.

“You alright?“ he asked after a moment, tilting your chin up to look at him. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, his thumb rubbing against your cheek. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?“

He knew he had a tendency to get carried away and lose control sometimes, especially when it came to you. He was always so worried about doing something that would hurt you. Whether it be physically or emotionally — he wanted to make sure you were okay.

"no,it was good" you purred snuggling on his chest

Dick smiled, his arm wrapping around you a little tighter as you snuggled up against him. He loved the feeling of having you in his arms like this, so soft and warm and safe.

“Good” he murmured, pressing another kiss to your hair as he began to run his fingers through the strands soothingly. “I was worried I might’ve gotten a little carried away there in the end.”

Dick held you closer, pulling the covers up over the two of you. He rested his chin on the top of your head as he continued to run his fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp.

He could stay like this forever. Wrapped up in bed with you, alone and carefree. If he had his way, you’d never have to leave his arms.

He knew he shouldn’t be getting so attached. Dick was a superhero, and the life that came with being a vigilante didn’t allow for things like relationships. But he couldn’t help how he felt about you. With you, it was different. You made him want to throw caution to the wind, and just be with you.

But he knew he couldn’t. He had responsibilities, duties that came before his own happiness. He couldn’t bring you into that world. It was too dangerous. You’d only get hurt.

He held you a little tighter, his mind swirling with thoughts as he tried desperately to shake them away. He couldn’t let himself dwell on the ‘what ifs’. Not now. Not when he had you here with him.

Dick closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of your body curled up against him. The sound of your breaths, the feeling of your hair under his fingers, the warmth of your skin. All of it was so perfect, he couldn’t let himself ruin it now by overthinking everything.

He was determined to push those thoughts from his mind and just enjoy this moment with you. You were here now, and that’s all that mattered. Nothing else. Just him and you, here in this moment.

He pressed another kiss to the top of your head, his arm wrapping a little tighter around you. “I love you” he murmured softly. “You know that, right?” "Me too pumpkin" you cooed again kissing his neck snuggling "so much"

Dick smiled, his heart fluttering in his chest as you kissed his neck. He loved it when you called him things like that, little pet names and cutesy phrases. It always made him feel so special, so cared for.

He held you a little tighter, his arms encircling you and holding you against him like he never wanted to let go. “I don’t deserve you” he murmured, his voice quiet. “You’re too good for me, you know that?”

“You could do so much better than me” he continued, his thumb tracing small circles against your shoulder. “You deserve the world. And I just…I’m just a guy. A guy with a dangerous job, and a lot of baggage.” "Stop that bullshit pumpkin,you protect the city,the innocents and that's all i need to know" you purred

Dick couldn’t help but smile slightly. You always seemed to know exactly what to say to make him feel better.

“Yeah, but I don’t exactly have, y’know, a stable job” he countered, his voice still quiet. “I don’t have a lot of money. I’m always putting myself in danger. I could get hurt at any moment. And I’m barely even here at the apartment half the time.”

"I don't care as long as we have eachother,afterall love can conquer all" you replied pepper kissing his cheek before biting it playfully

Dick chuckled, the sound low and deep. He couldn’t stay serious too long when you were being so damn cute.

“You know, most people would run for the hills if they found out their boyfriend was a superhero” he said, his hands roaming your body. “I’m surprised you’re not scared off by it, darling. I’m not exactly normal.”

"You're the damn Nightwing,Dick,super famous and all, i should be the one saying that,i'm just a normal woman with well illustration job and drawing stuff" you chuckled

“Just a normal woman” Dick repeated, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, sure. The most beautiful woman alive, with the most caring heart, and insanely talented at art. Yeah, just normal.”

"Well im not pretty first of all,i'm not that good looking ass blonde uh women you see around,i'm chubby and wears sweaters or sporty clothes"

“And I don’t want one of those blonde fake girls” Dick countered, pulling you a little closer to him. “I want you. The real you. You’re perfect the way you are, darling. I don’t want some fake girl with the big butt and perfect body. I want someone real. I want you.”

“Besides, I like that you wear oversized sweaters” he added, gently running his fingers over your sides. “They’re cute. And it means when I take them off of you” he teased, his voice growing quieter “it’s all the more satisfying.”

“I love how soft you are” he murmured, his hands roaming your body. “How curvy you are, how soft and warm you are. You’re perfect, darling, so perfect. I don’t want you to feel like you’re not good enough because you’re not what society’s version of ‘perfect.’ You’re good enough. You’re more than good enough. You’re everything, darling.”

He knew you would argue with him on it. He knew you would try to put yourself down, to focus on all the things you viewed as flaws. But he wasn’t going to let you do that. He loved everything about you, your body, your mind, your heart. Every part of you was perfect to him. “You’re beautiful, darling” he repeated, his hands tracing over your curves. “And I’m going to repeat it as many times as I need to until you believe it. Got it?”

“Yeah, yeah” you mumbled, nuzzling your head into his chest. He could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as he showered you with compliments. You still weren’t used to being complimented so much, but you were getting better at accepting them.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook yet” Dick teased, pulling you closer. “If you start to put yourself down again, I’m just going to keep repeating how perfect you are, over and over. Even when you get sick of hearing it, I’m not gonna stop. So you better get used to it, darling.”

He planted a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his hands moving to rest on your hips. He loved being here with you like this, holding you close and hearing the sound of your soft breaths. It was a moment of peace and serenity in the chaos of his life.

“Get some sleep, yeah?” he murmured, his fingers tracing small circles against your skin. “You need rest. You’ve been working yourself too hard again, I can tell.”

He knew you had a habit of overworking yourself, especially with deadlines. You always tried to do too much, give too much, push yourself too hard. He was worried about you, but he knew you were stubborn and would try to brush it off if he mentioned it.

“And no more working late” he added, his voice a little firmer. “I swear if I have to wake up to an empty bed again, I’m going to tie you to the bed and not let you up for a week. Understood?”

He smirked as he felt you shiver slightly, your body reacting to his command. He knew you liked it when he was a little dominant, when he took charge and told you what to do. It always got a reaction out of you that he loved to see.

“That got your attention” he teased, his tone still firm. “No more working late, darling. I mean it. That means no more all-nighters at the office, and no more working in your room at three in the morning. Got it?”

He felt you nod against his chest, your head rubbing against his skin. “Yes, Sir” you mumbled, your voice quiet and slightly submissive. It sent a shudder down his spine when you called him that, a reminder of just how much control he had over you right now.

“Good girl” he purred, his hands continuing to roam your body. “You listen to me, understand? I don’t want you working yourself too hard. I worry about you, darling. You need to look after yourself better.”

🔞 Dick Grayson x reader| Minors DNI| NSFW WARNING!!! 🔞

You and Dick make out in your camper after his hero shift ended

Contents: Dick x Fem! reader-both adult-explicit content-crampie-moaning-consensual-smut-cumming-hard-cussing-l'ots of pet names by Dick-cute-fluff-aftercare-affirmation by Dick-body talk-reader is insecure about their appearnces/body

I'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

Please reblog 🔁 and like❤️

P.s: uhhh now i write for DC too i guess? ╮(￣▽￣)╭ i just write what cames in my mind,it's not good but i try ahaha (-ヮ-"")

it's my first time writing him especially NSFW so i'm like ahhhhh

@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia @satorkive @ponderingmoonlight

₊˚ʚ 🧊 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ 🧊 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ 🧊 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ 🧊 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ 🧊 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ 🧊 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

Dick shushes you as quietly as he can, trying to keep you both as silent as possible. The trailer is small, the thin walls practically paper-thin. It’s not just the two of you in the trailer park, there are plenty of other people around as well. Anyone can hear you if you’re too loud.

“Keep it down” he murmurs before capturing your lips with his own again, his hands roaming your body. You moaned in his mouth as you felt him burying inside you.

Dick groans as your body clenches around him, the sound being buried by your own moan against his lips. He tries to keep you quiet by muffling your sounds with his own mouth, his teeth nipping at your lip as he begins to move, setting a quick and eager pace. It’s been so long since he’s had the time to be alone with you, the last thing he wants to do is wait.

“Stay quiet, darling, don’t want to get caught” he murmurs against your skin, his lips trailing down the column of your neck.

You moaned in response,gripping his shoulders biting down on his skin to muffled them

Dick’s lips fall away from your neck, letting out a sharp hiss as you bite his skin. It hurts, but in the best way possible. He’s always loved the way you mark his skin. The way you claim him as your own.

“Darling” he breathes, a warning in his voice as he continues to move, hips rocking against yours quickly. Even with the warning, he’ll never make you stop. “Please, bite me again.”

As Dick found your g spot you melted allowing him to go deeper as you bited his shoulder harder "ff..fuck oh f..fuck god" you mewled

Dick groaned as you bit into his shoulder, your reaction driving him to move harder and faster. He knows exactly how to please you, and exactly how to make you fall apart.

“That’s it” he murmurs, his fingers digging into your hips. He’s careful to make sure the mark won’t be visible with his suit later. “That’s it—such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

Dick keeps your wrists pinned on either side of your head, keeping you locked in place in the mating position. “Don’t move, darling” he murmurs, his voice firm. He’s in control right now, keeping you locked to the bed as he moves.

He leans down, his lips finding your ear once again. “You know better than to disobey.”

Desperate moans lifted your lips,sweat running down your face,eyes closed and mouth open

“God, you’re so perfect like this” he breathes in your ear as he moves. “So pretty, all for me.”

Dick releases one of your wrists to reach down, his hand moving between your bodies. He circles his fingers over the bundle of nerves, wanting to send you over the edge again. “Come on, darling, can you come for me again? Just like that.”

Dick knew you were close, he could hear it. He loved to hear the beautiful sounds you made as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. “That’s it, darling, just like that” he coos, his lips returning to your neck. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

You mewled moaning "ah ah D..dick.." you whined as your pussy clenched around his cock

“Good girl, come on” he repeated, encouraging you as he continued to drive into you, his fingers working over your clit. The praises leave his lips effortlessly, falling over and over as he works you over. “That’s it, darling, come for me. Let me hear those pretty sounds of yours"

"N..not the c..clit mhn" you whined pouting as your cunt made wet sounds "mhn not f..fair" you moaned again

Dick smirked, his smirk pressed against your skin. He loved to tease you like this, to take you to the edge and leave you there. “What was that, darling?” he muses, his voice low and his breath warm. “You don’t like when I do that?”

He circles his fingers over your clit in the same exact motion, drawing another whimper from you. “Not fair?” he repeats back, his lips still against your skin. “Why’s that?”

You cried out moaning mewling moaning faster the combination of his fingers and his cock made you see starts "mhnn n…not f..air…g..gonna come" you moaned desperately

Dick smiled, relishing in the way your body reacts to his touch. The way your legs would shake, how you’d whine and whimper, the perfect little sounds you made. All because of him. “Yes you will, darling, come on” he coos as he keeps his fingers moving in the same pattern. “I know you can do it, come for me like a good girl. That’s it, that’s it, so pretty”

Plop sounds filled the room along your moans "Ah ahn" He hitted your g spot again melting you "c..coming..hamn"

Dick groaned as your body began to fall apart, clenching around him. He could feel how close you were, in the arch of your back, the way your breaths hitched, the way you kept repeating his name like a prayer.

“That’s it” he encouraged, his fingers moving faster. “Come for me, darling, you’re so beautiful, come for me” Dick held you close as the orgasm washed over you, your body shaking as you came around him. He continued to move, working you through the intense pleasure. “That’s it, darling, so good for me” he breathed, his own breath catching as he began to get close himself. “Don’t...don’t stop” he repeated, his voice growing more breathless as he chased his own climax. “Keep going, don’t stop” he repeated urgently. “Stay just like that, just like that—“

His words were cut off as he finally came, burying himself as deep as he could and letting out a strangled cry , his hips stilling and his body shaking. He held you tight against him as he tried to catch his breath, his head falling to your shoulder. “Fuck” he panted softly, his voice muffled against your skin. “You’re so perfect, darling, so perfect.”

He slowly pulled out, shifting to lay on the bed beside you, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you into him. He held you close, holding you against his chest as he tried to catch his breath.

“You alright?“ he asked after a moment, tilting your chin up to look at him. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, his thumb rubbing against your cheek. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?“

He knew he had a tendency to get carried away and lose control sometimes, especially when it came to you. He was always so worried about doing something that would hurt you. Whether it be physically or emotionally — he wanted to make sure you were okay.

"no,it was good" you purred snuggling on his chest

Dick smiled, his arm wrapping around you a little tighter as you snuggled up against him. He loved the feeling of having you in his arms like this, so soft and warm and safe.

“Good” he murmured, pressing another kiss to your hair as he began to run his fingers through the strands soothingly. “I was worried I might’ve gotten a little carried away there in the end.”

Dick held you closer, pulling the covers up over the two of you. He rested his chin on the top of your head as he continued to run his fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp.

He could stay like this forever. Wrapped up in bed with you, alone and carefree. If he had his way, you’d never have to leave his arms.

He knew he shouldn’t be getting so attached. Dick was a superhero, and the life that came with being a vigilante didn’t allow for things like relationships. But he couldn’t help how he felt about you. With you, it was different. You made him want to throw caution to the wind, and just be with you.

But he knew he couldn’t. He had responsibilities, duties that came before his own happiness. He couldn’t bring you into that world. It was too dangerous. You’d only get hurt.

He held you a little tighter, his mind swirling with thoughts as he tried desperately to shake them away. He couldn’t let himself dwell on the ‘what ifs’. Not now. Not when he had you here with him.

Dick closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of your body curled up against him. The sound of your breaths, the feeling of your hair under his fingers, the warmth of your skin. All of it was so perfect, he couldn’t let himself ruin it now by overthinking everything.

He was determined to push those thoughts from his mind and just enjoy this moment with you. You were here now, and that’s all that mattered. Nothing else. Just him and you, here in this moment.

He pressed another kiss to the top of your head, his arm wrapping a little tighter around you. “I love you” he murmured softly. “You know that, right?” "Me too pumpkin" you cooed again kissing his neck snuggling "so much"

Dick smiled, his heart fluttering in his chest as you kissed his neck. He loved it when you called him things like that, little pet names and cutesy phrases. It always made him feel so special, so cared for.

He held you a little tighter, his arms encircling you and holding you against him like he never wanted to let go. “I don’t deserve you” he murmured, his voice quiet. “You’re too good for me, you know that?”

“You could do so much better than me” he continued, his thumb tracing small circles against your shoulder. “You deserve the world. And I just…I’m just a guy. A guy with a dangerous job, and a lot of baggage.” "Stop that bullshit pumpkin,you protect the city,the innocents and that's all i need to know" you purred

Dick couldn’t help but smile slightly. You always seemed to know exactly what to say to make him feel better.

“Yeah, but I don’t exactly have, y’know, a stable job” he countered, his voice still quiet. “I don’t have a lot of money. I’m always putting myself in danger. I could get hurt at any moment. And I’m barely even here at the apartment half the time.”

"I don't care as long as we have eachother,afterall love can conquer all" you replied pepper kissing his cheek before biting it playfully

Dick chuckled, the sound low and deep. He couldn’t stay serious too long when you were being so damn cute.

“You know, most people would run for the hills if they found out their boyfriend was a superhero” he said, his hands roaming your body. “I’m surprised you’re not scared off by it, darling. I’m not exactly normal.”

"You're the damn Nightwing,Dick,super famous and all, i should be the one saying that,i'm just a normal woman with well illustration job and drawing stuff" you chuckled

“Just a normal woman” Dick repeated, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, sure. The most beautiful woman alive, with the most caring heart, and insanely talented at art. Yeah, just normal.”

"Well im not pretty first of all,i'm not that good looking ass blonde uh women you see around,i'm chubby and wears sweaters or sporty clothes"

“And I don’t want one of those blonde fake girls” Dick countered, pulling you a little closer to him. “I want you. The real you. You’re perfect the way you are, darling. I don’t want some fake girl with the big butt and perfect body. I want someone real. I want you.”

“Besides, I like that you wear oversized sweaters” he added, gently running his fingers over your sides. “They’re cute. And it means when I take them off of you” he teased, his voice growing quieter “it’s all the more satisfying.”

“I love how soft you are” he murmured, his hands roaming your body. “How curvy you are, how soft and warm you are. You’re perfect, darling, so perfect. I don’t want you to feel like you’re not good enough because you’re not what society’s version of ‘perfect.’ You’re good enough. You’re more than good enough. You’re everything, darling.”

He knew you would argue with him on it. He knew you would try to put yourself down, to focus on all the things you viewed as flaws. But he wasn’t going to let you do that. He loved everything about you, your body, your mind, your heart. Every part of you was perfect to him. “You’re beautiful, darling” he repeated, his hands tracing over your curves. “And I’m going to repeat it as many times as I need to until you believe it. Got it?”

“Yeah, yeah” you mumbled, nuzzling your head into his chest. He could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as he showered you with compliments. You still weren’t used to being complimented so much, but you were getting better at accepting them.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook yet” Dick teased, pulling you closer. “If you start to put yourself down again, I’m just going to keep repeating how perfect you are, over and over. Even when you get sick of hearing it, I’m not gonna stop. So you better get used to it, darling.”

He planted a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his hands moving to rest on your hips. He loved being here with you like this, holding you close and hearing the sound of your soft breaths. It was a moment of peace and serenity in the chaos of his life.

“Get some sleep, yeah?” he murmured, his fingers tracing small circles against your skin. “You need rest. You’ve been working yourself too hard again, I can tell.”

He knew you had a habit of overworking yourself, especially with deadlines. You always tried to do too much, give too much, push yourself too hard. He was worried about you, but he knew you were stubborn and would try to brush it off if he mentioned it.

“And no more working late” he added, his voice a little firmer. “I swear if I have to wake up to an empty bed again, I’m going to tie you to the bed and not let you up for a week. Understood?”

He smirked as he felt you shiver slightly, your body reacting to his command. He knew you liked it when he was a little dominant, when he took charge and told you what to do. It always got a reaction out of you that he loved to see.

“That got your attention” he teased, his tone still firm. “No more working late, darling. I mean it. That means no more all-nighters at the office, and no more working in your room at three in the morning. Got it?”

He felt you nod against his chest, your head rubbing against his skin. “Yes, Sir” you mumbled, your voice quiet and slightly submissive. It sent a shudder down his spine when you called him that, a reminder of just how much control he had over you right now.

“Good girl” he purred, his hands continuing to roam your body. “You listen to me, understand? I don’t want you working yourself too hard. I worry about you, darling. You need to look after yourself better.”

Another episode of characters that just got me 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵:

NSFW (duh)

Nightwing(dick grayson) x blackfem!reader

NIGHTWING:

THIS MAN GOT IMMACULATE DICK ENERGY, you hear me. Imagine this man coming in from a hard day of training the baby titans and they were pretty taxing on his patience so now he bout to make it a you problem. I feel like he'd be the one to call you on the way home like " baby girl you have about 20 mins to order a pizza, Take a shower,and pick something sexy cause ive had a helluva day and if its all the same to you id love to tear that little number off of you and....put some of this frustration to good use wwhat do ya say, princess?" (because consent is sexy) so you'd probably answer like "if it pleases my prince, anything😏" that would green light a night of torturous passion and the ultimate de-stress(in my opinion).

Aftercare

He is as good at aftercare as he is in bed the man would be cuddling you while you layed flush on top if him as he rubs and massages the sore spots on your body like your hips back and butt, just to name a few. Then when you are ready he'd get up get the aloe soothing gel and rub that in after he cleans you off with a warm/cool rag(temperature of your choice). Then you would change into some more comfy clothes maybe one of his hoodies Don your scarf/Bonnet, turn on some TV and he'd rub your back until you both were fast asleep.

As always thoughts are mine characters are not

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pairing: titans!dick grayson x female!reader warnings: cursing, I guess, garth’s death and my absolute lack of knowledge of green lantern’s lore. word count: 3,4k summary: leaving the titans was a hard choice, coming back seems harder a/n: definitely not proof read, and it's 3:05 in the morning, so pls be kind with any errors lol

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Outer space was vast.  Immense with emptiness, and yet still full of life. The last five years of Y/n life were spent in this vast nothingness, travelling, patrolling, protecting. Her bit of the galaxy gifted by the guardians was her place to keep safe, and where once she had felt safe herself, before discovering the magnitude of this emptiness and the dangers it hid from humans. 

Never in her young life had she expected it to take this turn, to grant her a ring and the responsibility to be one of Earth’s protectors. She had just turned fourteen when gifted with a ring of hope, but never did she doubt her abilities, taking the new challenge bravely and joining Earth’s own green lantern on the quest to defend the planet. If only Hal knew the young girl was the one in need of defending.

As many heroes' stories go, Y/n S/n was the product of a tragic life, having lost her parents at a very early age, and since then bouncing from one foster family to another. The “family” she had found herself in at that point didn’t have anything on family and on foster. They couldn’t care if she went missing for days, returning bruised and in pain. They just cared for the money in their bank account at the end of the month. As far as she knew, she was always alone.

Hal Jordan was the first thing to come close to family. Although reluctantly at first, he took her in and trained the young girl to become a lantern just as good as him. With time, he turned into a brother, constantly worrying that the life of a lantern would interfere with her personal life, about her missing school, or getting in trouble with her parents for disappearing for too long, but she would constantly brush off these worries, telling him her family was okay with that. However, when he found out the truth, he got furious. He took her in, made her his ward “just as his friend had done with a young boy he met”. But Hal was often away, be it for lantern duties or his work in the air force, and he was concerned she would feel too alone.

That’s when he heard about the Titans from Batman, the group of young heroes created by his own protégé, Robin, and a few others. Considering they were all of close age, he hoped they would get along, that she would make friends and finally build her own chosen family. So with much arguing and persuasion, he took her to San Francisco to join the young team.

At first, Y/n was careful with the other teen heroes. She didn’t know if she could trust them, or even if they trusted her. But with each mission, each training session, she grew to appreciate their company and little by little they became that family Hal had wished for. However, even within the best families there’s always some conflict and a certain level of distrust, and her greatest source of both came in the form of a green, red and yellow wearing boy: Dick Grayson. The famous boy wonder, self entitled team leader, could get on her nerves like nobody else. Always reprimanding her, always pointing out her flaws. He was unbearable, and sometimes she wished to punch him so hard he’d end up in the other side of the galaxy.

— I told you to stay in formation, not to go rogue and almost ruin the mission, lantern. — he scolded her after their most recent encounter with Cheshire.

— But I got to her anyway, and also disarmed the bomb. You should be thanking me for doing your job, and much better. — she confronted him, knowing very well how to trigger the boy.

— We are a team, Y/n. T-E-A-M. Supposedly these work together, but you wouldn’t have known, as you’re trapped too deep into your own ego to care for anyone else. — pointing his fingers on her nose, his own face getting red and spit coming out of his mouth. Gosh he hated how she could so easily rile him up, how she held a power over him that made everything good turn to bad with single a snap of her fingers.

— My ego?! — she exclaimed, getting even closer to Dick than he already was. — Look who’s talking, Mr. “I made myself team captain because I clearly think I’m above everyone else”. You think so highly of your plans that…

— Enough, you two! — interrupted Donna. — If you keep doing this after every mission I am going to go rogue.

That being so, during her time with the Titans, Y/n had to withhold herself from arguing with Robin 80% of the time. The other 20% were times they were sent on missions separately and she finally could feel at peace. But somehow it worked. The team ran as a connected unit, never missing a beat, one complementing the other as if parts of the same body. But that didn’t last long. They worked well until the loss of a member breaked that connection entirely. With Garth’s death much of that confidence and connection was lost to fear and distrust, and for that there seemed to be no fixing.

— If only you had listened to me. If we had taken care of Deathstroke like I wanted to, Garth would’ve been alive today! — Y/n screamed at Robin as her voice trembled, her eyes soaked and tears rolling down her cheeks like a waterfall. She had told him, warned, that they couldn’t deal with Deathstroke by simply doing whatever shit he and Batman did in Gotham. Slade was too dangerous to be left alive, and death was the only way to get rid of him for good.

— So you want to blame me for something that isn’t my fault? You were the one that pissed him off in the first place. — he responded.

— We all pissed him off, Grayson. Don’t try to put this on me. I could have been as much of a target as Garth and Donna were…

— Don’t say this…

— Or even y-you! — Y/n voice barely made it to the end of this sentence, a lump forming in her throat impeding her from continuing to argue. Tired of all that, Y/n stormed to her room, collected her few belongings in a rush and made her way out of the tower.

— Where the fuck do you think you’re going? — asked the boy wonder, his voice was shaky and covered in a feeling Y/n couldn’t fully comprehend.

— Away! — she replied raspily. 

— Away from where?

— From everything! The tower. San Francisco. Earth for all that matters. I want out of here!

Dick was sure her screams could be heard all the way on the street, and just as loud as that was the sound of his heart breaking. The team was over, and there was nothing he could do about it except watch it crumbling down.

Leaving Earth all those years ago wasn’t an easy decision. After all, it was her home. But with the end of the Titans and the destruction of the only thing she deeply cared for in this world, there was nothing holding her down to stay anyways. The galaxy was now her home, where she travelled and visited so many planets she didn’t even know were real. Hal tried to bring her back to Earth with him an uncountable amount of times, but all of them were unsuccessful, and he learned that leaving her be was the best he could do to allow her to heal. When she felt ready she would return. 

And then finally, after a bit more than five years, Y/n felt secure in herself enough to consider going home. It was about time, she missed their sun, the food was always superior, and she had to know how he was. Go back to Earth, she would think, You have no home, Y/n.

Upon her return, she expected things to have changed. She expected to see that her old friends had moved on from the crime fighting world, from the hero gig, and left the Titans just a memory. But to her surprise, the present didn’t appear to be too different from what was left all those years ago. Turning the TV on inside her new and tiny apartment, the news shows were all about the apparent reopening of the Titans Towers, about Robin going rogue in Detroit and his return to the city San Francisco with intentions to bring the once beloved team back. Y/n knew Dick was stubborn, but gosh he could go beyond expected. Why would he do that? Who would do that with him? Did Donna or Dawn or Hank come back too? Are they all stupid brainless masochists?

She knew it would sound hypocritical of her, after all she’s still in her position as a Blue Lantern, patrolling a patch of the galaxy where Earth belonged to. But she had no choice, she made an  oath to protect and if there was one thing Y/n was never gonna break was a promise. If it wasn’t the oath, Y/n would have quit five years ago. Or maybe not. Being a hero filled a hole in her heart that left untouched would be filled with pain and hurt instead, so maybe she would stay and keep it filled with everything else but her true feelings.

All those questions were eating up her brain and wouldn't let her sleep at night. So deciding to rid herself of all doubt, she searched for the one she wished she had left behind.

Dick had just turned off the last light in the Tower, the whole of the team probably sound asleep by that point, as he so wished to be. Restarting the Titans was an unexpected gift, but also the reconquering of a number of responsibilities that were leaving him gradually more exhausted by the day. A good night's sleep might solve his problem just temporarily, but the temptation of a good rest was always irrefutable. However, just as he entered his room, he noticed the shadow of a person he could not identify in the the dark, and his fight instincts kicked out, but before he could’ve attempted anything, the sweet voice of the one in the shadows sent a shiver down his spine:

— When I came back to earth I expected it to be in a better position than the one I had left it on, but it appears that humans are much more clingy to the past as I thought they would be. —told him the owner of a voice he hadn’t expected to hear any time soon, but that he would have recognized even if hundreds of years had passed.

— Y/n?

— So you want to bring back the team that took so much from us? — she questioned, incredulously, still not daring to look away from the huge floor to ceiling windows. — You want to take kids into the crime fighting world just like the man you hate the most did to you?

Finding Y/n S/n in his bedroom wasn’t in his yearly bingo card, nor his decade one. In fact, he truly thought he wouldn’t see her ever again, with how upset she was the last time they had talked. But, ironically, here she was here and just as angry as she was then. Too much for hanging on to the past, huh?

— This is not what you think. — he declared. Y/n turned to him abruptly.

— Explain to me, then. Why did you take those kids in?

— You’re acting as if you didn’t start fighting crime yourself as a teenager…

— That’s different, — her voice just got louder. — I got chosen by the ring to defend the universe, it’s a special case…

— Don’t come to me with your “I’m special” bullshit, Y/n. Even if it wasn't for the ring you'd have been just like us, and you know it.

— Well, now I know better. Kids are not supposed to be fighting crime, or don’t you remember what happened the last time we were in San Francisco? — shaking her head judgingly, she adds. — You’re unbelievable, Grayson.

— And you still fail to see the bigger picture, Y/n. — Dick counter argued. — I’m not doing this for the sake of having a team back. I’m doing it for Rachel and Gar, for Kory. They’re strays just like one day you and me were, or did you forget how it was to not have a family and desperately need one?

The mention of a family had Y/n stand there, staring back at him without knowing what to say. He knew it was her weak spot, he knew that through it he could make her understand, so poking it was his only choice. And he was right. Y/n didn’t forget. The Titans were not just a superhero team,  they were a family just like no other, built of strays with no hopes or expectations, those who lived in someone else’s shadows and desperately tried to strike on their own. Even so, the consequences of bringing the team back were far larger than one would think, and Y/n badly wanted to avoid any more heartbreak.

— Still… Don’t you mind the stakes? Don’t you remember the pain anymore? The hole left by loss, do you want to feel it again, Dick? Because you know it will come, eventually. Much stronger than the first time. — declared her sadly, the feeling undoubtedly resonating in her voice.

— It’s a risk worth taking. — he honestly replied. If it isn’t him, then someone else would do it, otherwise they’d be allowing so much shit to hit earth that he couldn’t even contemplate what future it would lead them to.

— Really?! You wanna risk children’s lives, your life, do you wanna risk all that pain in the name of a mission that never seems to have an end? You had quit, I saw it. And you have no idea how jealous that made me, because I couldn’t do the same. Travelling through the empty void that is space did nothing to soothe the emptiness I felt inside, no crime fighting would fix my heart and you tell me you’re willing to go back to it all when you were finally free? — the burning sensation in her eyes told her news she hoped wouldn’t happen, but at this point, crying was inevitable.

— We can’t be sure if something is gonna happen. It’s a risk worth taking because so far, it has worked for us. We did lose Garth, but remember how much more we had conquered?

— Having you say Garth's death was worth it, Dick…

— You know it was not what I meant. Stop twisting what I say.

Dick was growing infuriated. It doesn’t matter how much time passes, Y/n S/n is still going to try to paint him as the bad guy when he just wants to get on her good side.

— Because you are so damn capable of keeping everyone alive. How about your own life, who’s gonna protect it then?

— My life is the smallest of my problems. — Dick stated nonchalantly.

With that line, Y/n’s heart was shattered. Did he think so little of himself to consider his life worthless? Because to her, his life was worth millions. His life was worth putting her in danger, or sacrificing an entire planet for (perhaps not quite literally, but she did think she’d do anything and everything just to keep him safe).

— Don’t say that! — screamed her fiercely. — Losing Garth already had me broken. I don't know what I would  have done if I had lost you! — she answered. Her sight was blurred due to the tears that allocated themselves in her eyes, mostly unbeknownst to her, and her voice felt hoarse, weak. I am weak, she thought. He knows.

And he did now. He felt nauseous at first. If his thought process was right, if what she said was real and not a product of his imagination, she… liked him. Liked him enough to not want to lose him, even hypothetically. Dick was astounded. Never would he believe, if anyone had told him before this night, that Y/n S/n was any level into him. He thought she would rather see him burn over something like this. But it all made sense now, all the fights they had after he put himself in danger during missions, all those arguments when he ended up hurt. She cared about him, him. 

— Y/n, what do you mean? — questioned him carefully, approaching her ever so slowly. He feared if she saw what he was attempting, she would flee like she did after their last talk.

— Nothing… — she said while drying her eyes. Stupid, stupid, stupid. — I have to go.

Y/n felt disoriented. She had guarded herself so well all her life, and here comes this stupidly good looking guy, with his stupidly charming smile, breaking her walls and making her feel so… small. Trying to collect herself, she fixed her shirt and rushed past her old “friend”, but her attempt failed when she felt his strong hands holding her in place.

— I know I would’ve gone mad if I had lost you. — he confided. Coming onto his own senses, Dick realised all he wanted was her safety too. Her health. Her happiness. Her smiles everytime the team would fight for the front seat, the remote control or about what movie to watch. The sparkle in her eyes everytime she would make the most eccentric creations with her ring. He wanted her  to have the family he knew she wished for, he wanted her cared for and loved. And even more, he wanted to be one proving her all of it. — I wouldn’t have made it if you were the one to have gone. If you were gone… so would I.

Hearing his confession, Y/n body stopped working. It didn’t respond to her head saying go, or even to her heart telling her to kiss him right then and there. All these years of hatred made her believe he truly despised her. She thought he would hate her for leaving, for being selfish, for hurting. She hated that pain and herself for feeling it, making her a fucking coward. But all this time, he was hurting just like her. He was a coward too, she thought. A silly, stupid, and lovable coward.

— You are incredibly stupid, you know. — she quipped.

— And you are the hardest person in this world there is to love, Y/n S/n.

At the sound of the four letter word, Y/n body was revived like a dead battery after a push. It erupted with an energy not even the ring had made her feel, and without a single thought, without wasting anymore time, she kissed him. Passionately, lovingly, intensely. She kissed him for all the lost years, for all the accumulated anger he made her feel. For never stopping being that boy full of hope and determination, and the hardest of heads she’s even known. 

Y/n loved Dick Grayson. She always did. And from the way he kissed her back, she knew he did it too.  That his words were not lies of his to try and get her back. She felt his love, his passion. She wanted to feel it more and more and more…

— Stay with me… — he requested, voice mixed in between heavy breaths. — With the Titans. 

His forehead laid on hers, his eyes were closed as if praying she'd say yes. Even if her mind kept telling her it was a bad idea, that bringing back the team was dangerous, her new found softness for him begged her to say yes. To stay. To build again the family she once had, but now in the right way, with him by her side. With a sight, and a desire of getting intoxicated on him once more, a desire that was making her lose all her senses and certainly her mind, Y/n answered:.

— I’ll think about it.

Unbelievable. With a shake of his head and a soft, breathy laugh, Dick held her face in his hands and kissed her once more, giving her what her eyes were begging and knowing damn well this time she was gonna stay. She was gonna be with him, and there was no way he’d let her go.

She was home. He was her home.

— dating dick grayson

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PAIRING: dick grayson x fem!reader WARNINGS: there is some nsfw content underneath the cut (i labelled it so it can't be missed). there are also mentions of fighting, cuts, bruises, general vigilante stuff. SUMMARY: just some cute (and some spicy) headcanons for dating our beloved nightwing

NOTE: I love writing for this character so much — specifically because I've heard from sooooo many people that my boyfriend looks exactly like him. It actually became such a recurring joke with my friend group that we dressed up as Dick & Barbara Gordon for homecoming. But the resemblance is so uncanny it's actually insane — hence why I love this character so much. I hope you guys enjoy this thing I wrote at three in the morning!!

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Dick is so protective, just as a person. Of family, of friends, and especially of you.

If you're a Titan like him, he's the first to jump to your side in a fight — not because he doesn't think you can handle yourself (he knows you can) but because he can't bear not having you in his eye line during a fight. If something were to happen when his back was turned, he'd never quite be able to get over it.

In the middle of the fight, he's constantly shouting to you, asking if you're okay, if you need help. And after the fight he's the first one to you, asking if you're hurt.

And if you're a civilian and you somehow get caught in the middle of his work? Oh my God this man will lose it. His top priority disappears and is instantly replaced by making sure you're safe and well out of the way of danger.

The 'patching up each other's wounds' trope is strong with Dick

He always wants to know how and why each little cut and bruise got there

❝ Wait, where did this one come from? ❞ ❝ Remember when the guy pulled out all those little throwing knives? ❞ ❝ Ah. ❞

I feel like his love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch — he loves both giving and receiving them.

He'll always pull you aside to tell you he loves you before he goes into a fight.

He'll reassure you with forehead kisses instead of kisses on the lips. They just feel more safe and comforting.

But the ultimate way he makes you feel safe and comfortable is by cuddling. He loooooves cuddling.

Nothing makes him happier than wrapping his arms around you and holding you tight to him. He loves falling asleep that way, tangled up together, because it lets him know that you feel completely safe around him.

He knows he can be an imposing person, so he always does his best to make you and everyone else feel safe around him.

And let's be honest, that man is a giant teddy bear.

But he can be pretty scary when he wants to be.

Like I kind of said earlier, if someone is messing with you, he's the first one to be by your side to defend you

At the end of the day, he loves coming home to you and knowing that you'll be there for him every step of the way.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ nsfw — mentions of hickeys, oral (f & m receiving), praise, roughness, fingering

Dick is a pretty selfless person — he's always concerned about other people, he's a bit of a people pleaser, etc.

Thus I firmly believe he's a giver over a receiver.

They don't call him Dick for nothing—

He also definitely has a praise kink, both for giving praise and receiving it.

His favorite, of course, is calling you a ❝ Good girl ❞ and telling you how well you're doing.

He loves to go down on you. There's nothing he finds more beautiful than looking up at you from in between your legs, seeing your face contorted in pleasure as he brings you over the edge.

He also looooves when you pull his hair. It's a sign that he's doing well at making you feel good. This ties in with the whole praise thing.

He never pressures you into anything and always makes sure to get consent before doing something.

He also loves to wake you up by going down on you. He obviously asked for consent the night before, but he just loves the surprise of it.

Or he'll even just wake you up by pressing kisses to your neck and gently fingering you

It isn't until you're awake and moaning that he'll smirk at you and say good morning.

The auDACITY

And if you want to go down on him? I mean...he won't refuse.

I don't think his initial instinct is to be very vocal, but once he feels perfectly comfortable and safe with you, oh Lord is he vocal.

He's a very gentle person in general, but every once in a while he needs to let off some steam.

You'll come back from a fight and you'll barely have the time to shut the bedroom door before he's pulling you to him and kissing you.

The suit stays ON

He can get a little rough, but he always makes sure that you're okay with what he's doing.

But he loves after care — and he's great at it too

Like I said earlier, he's a cuddler, but if you're both up for it he'll jump in a shower with you

He doesn't normally like to leave marks because he doesn't want the others to start asking questions, but every once in a while he likes giving you a hickey or two.

But he places them strategically on your collarbone, where they'll be just barely hidden by your shirts and revealed by the merest tug on the neckline (and yes he does take advantage of this)

You're a little more enthusiastic about hickeys than he is

Luckily, in his, er, line of work (???) hickeys can more often be explained away as bruises

Like if it ever gets brought up, he just brushes it off.

❝ What's on your neck? ❞ ❝ It's uh, just a bruise. ❞ ❝ Oh. Looks like a hickey. ❞

Dick will just kind of freeze up, caught of guard by the directness of that statement, and you'll just smile and wrap an arm around him, pressing a kiss directly to the so-called ❝ bruise. ❞

Dick Grayson x Male reader

summary: reader is sick and Dick decides to stay and take care of him.

cw: fluff

word acount: 1.K

After a long and tiring night of work, you finally manage to leave and return home, to the comfort of your bed, however, what you didn't count on was a sudden change in the weather and a day that was sunny and warm, ended up becoming cold and rainy.

You walk through the streets completely soaked and disheveled, with the cold wind battering your face and chest. You try to walk as fast as you can, and finally, you reach your shared apartment with your boyfriend Dick.

You quickly took off your wet clothes and took a hot shower, eating everything you could find before going straight to bed, you were exhausted.

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You wake up feeling awful, your entire body aching, hot, with a headache, and feeling nauseous. "Oh no," you think to yourself, "this can't be happening," as the thought of being sick had not crossed your mind, and you couldn't afford to miss work.

You try to get up, but fail miserably. "No, no, no," you whisper to yourself, "I can't be sick right now." Suddenly, the door to the bedroom opens, and you see Dick, your boyfriend, enter the room.

"Is everything okay?" Dick asks as he approaches you and pulls you into a hug. Suddenly, he draws back, exclaiming, "Oh crap, you're burning up!" He goes on to say, "I knew that rain you caught yesterday wouldn't do you any good. Don't move from here, I'll go get the thermometer." Before you know it, he's racing out of the room and towards the bathroom to grab the thermometer.

You make another attempt to get up, only to fail again. Your whole body ached. After a while, you finally give up and settle back onto the bed, awaiting Dick's return.

When he finally returns, he is holding a thermometer in one hand. "Here, take it, you must be sick," he says, as he approaches you. "Crap, I can't get sick, I have to work," you reply.

"Don't worry, I'll call your boss and tell him that you're sick and can't come in today. He'll understand." Dick says, before sitting down next to you and taking the thermometer. "Here, take this." Dick says, handing you the thermometer. You take it, place it in your mouth, and after a few minutes, it beeps.

"37.08°C!!" Dick exclaims. "Crap, your temperature's really high. Stay here, I'll go get the medicine." Before you can respond, he's running out of the room towards the bathroom and opening the cabinet to get the medicine box.

After a while, Dick returns with a glass of water and some pills in his hand. 'Here, take this,' he says, offering the pill to you. He continues, 'This will help lower your fever.' You reluctantly get up, take the pill, and wash it down with the glass of water to help it go down.

"Thanks," you say, making a slight face, before settling back into bed and pulling the sheets up over you. Suddenly, you feel the bed sink from the other side, and moments later, a pair of strong arms pull you close. It's Dick.

"What are you doing?" you ask, groggily, your voice raspy. "Helping my boyfriend feel better," Dick replies, with a smile. "Dick, you don't have to-" you begin, but Dick cuts you off by pulling you closer. "I insist," he says. "Besides, we can spend some quality time together. We haven't had a moment like this in a while," he adds, pulling you even closer.

"Thank you, I don't know what I'd do without you. You're the best boyfriend in the world." you say with a smile, causing Dick to let out a light laugh. "Get some rest," he says, placing a soft kiss on your head. "I'll be here by your side if you need anything. Love you."

The warmth of your bodies combining to create a comfortable and warm environment, you simply smile and begin to relax. so, in no time at all, you and Dick drift off into a deep sleep, snuggled up against each other. Without a doubt, he truly is 'the best boyfriend in the world'.

ac: this was bigger than I thought it would be 😭😭 so forgive me if it's too long, this is my second fanfic and I'm trying to get used to it. Thank you everyone for reading.

A LUNATIC'S BRIDE

Summary: You are Joker's new obsession even though you truly do not want him.

Word count: 1.6k

a/n: I just imagined this as I was listening to Gangsta by Kehlani and I got an idea so I hope you guys love it.

Being Bruce Wayne's assistant had its perks, but the perks started during your third year of working with him. That included allowing you max out his card on dresses to accompany him to galas, being seen with him in public, knowing he's batman, training because in a way you are now at threat.

It was a fun lifestyle, if you remove having to drive like a lunatic when paparazzi is getting out of hand, and babysitting his adopted and biological sons when he can't take care of them; which is very weird because Dick is older than you, or waking up at early hours of the day to go to his house and make sure he gets ready then the worst of all, obsessed villains that think getting you or getting rid of you is the only way Batman would love them and you would have to show your fighting skills that is always unfair because there are always more of them than you.

But the worst of all the lunatics has to be the Joker, you were terrified of him, mainly because he loved you, almost as much as he loved his 'Batsy' and he really loved his Batsy.

A little around the time he broke up with Harley Quinn was the time you began working with Bruce, and when he saw both of you standing together he 'didn't know who to choose from' he would tell you a couple months later when he first kidnapped you.

It got to the point when he is fighting batman he would say dumb shit like "Bring our wife with you next time" which you purposely decided the fact he called you his wife and only think about the fact he also called you Bruce Wayne's wife, but he was far to old for you sadly, both of them were actually but that didn't stop you from blushing the first few times and neither did it stop Joker from flirting with you every chance he got.

Maybe it's leaving flowers with a note at your front door, flowers that have a camera inside so he can watch you from where he is. Obviously Bruce also has gotten many of them, so when he found himself at your apartment waiting for you to get ready, he told you to throw them out and when you asked why, let's just say you never accepted flowers from anyone again when you received a text message from an unsaved number asking why you threw away his love for you.

You were walking on your own a couple of months after that, on your way to the Wayne manor, it was very early and Alfred wasn't available to carry you with the limousine so you had to walk. You forgot to take your guard dog with you so you were suffering your consequences when you were dragged into an alleyway by some weirdo touching you inappropriately saying something about boss saying they should see if you're good enough.

Luckily, Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy had come to your rescue, immediately killing the man and befriending you but what Harley had told you was by far scarier than the sad predicament you just got into, "Girl, you have to protect yourself more, you know you are now the lunatic's bride. He might love you as much as he love his batsy."

You thanked them before rushing to work, this time in a cab, now with a borrowed gun from Ivy just incase the driver is also a worker from the Joker.

You were undeniably late for the day, you were supposed to wake up Bruce Wayne with Alfred as you brief him with what he is supposed to do and help him get dressed.

But when you had came, he was still in a towel, luckily done having his bath but not dressed, saying something about waiting for you because you always make him look his best.

As you were getting him ready, you two engaged in the short conversations you would usually have, and you realise it was your mistake entirely when you had spilled to Bruce about what had happened that morning and you knew it even more when you had to attend to Bruce's injuries from when he went to beat up Joker and felt worse when he had kidnapped you and beat you up the same way Batman had beat him. Although he tended to your scars after it didn't make it any better, especially because he wasn't being careful because you never told him where Harley was.

When Nightwing had come to save you, you were a shaking mess, he was happy you looked better than his brother did but he knew you were going to be scarred for life with what just happened, after beating up the Joker's henchmen he went away with you crying in his arms saying something about wanting to quit.

He reassured you all would be fine, but you both knew you weren't sure about it but you allowed him deceive you as you both scaled buildings before you finally found yourself in your home, still terrified and shaking you begged him to stay with you.

And you looked so shakined up that he couldn't refuse, that's when you both realised you had a lot in common and you two learned to enjoy each other's company.

Bruce let you take a break because he felt truly sorry for you and all the sixty days of that break you spent it with Dick, realising how fun he truly could be, simply enjoying you boths company.

He told you about his long-distance open relationship wife, Starfire, and you told him about the fact you don't date just fuck around from time to time.

That was the day you both first had sex with each other, it was great you'd both tell each other the next day, but when you find out Joker kidnapped Nightwing and tortured him a bit before Dick found a way to escape you both knew you could never do that again, but that didn't stop you.

You became even stronger by time went by, you and Dick began dating along the way, you felt bad for his wife that was on another planet entirely but when you finally met her she told you that it was perfectly fine that she was happy for you both.

But she had kissed you which was really weird but you found out it's just her way of communication and you had to fight the urge to not ask her to do it again because your dating her husband but when she kissed you again you knew your life was just crazy.

Joker kidnapped you that very day Starfire went back to her planet after you guy's platonic make out session and put laughing gas on you as he forcefully made out with you, he tried to rape you that very moment, he had began laying hickeys when Batman and Robin had come in and began beating him and his henchmen up.

Damian recognised you immediately and felt sympathy for one of the first times in his life, you didn't deserve this, his baby sitter, his kind of sister-in-law and his friend he brutally killed most of the henchmen leaving the others hurt.

Batman would scold him later that they were heroes and heroes don't kill, he wouldn't listen, throw in a "They deserved it" and go upstairs.

As your at home trying to heal, Harley and Ivy would come over and let you cry on their shoulders, you couldn't bring it in you to see Dick, but he understood.

Harley helped you get rid of the hickeys that had decided to not go, that reminded you of the pain you had just felt and you all would hug then cuddle while licking ice cream and watching a rom-com.

When you finally gained the courage to see Dick he engulfed you in a big hug and said he wasn't mad that it wasn't your fault, and it would make all the tears come back to you and he would comfort you to sleep before giving you hickeys of his own to help you forget.

Later on you would find out Bruce had sex with the Joker to get him off your tail it had worked and the Joker stopped disturbing you for such a long time that Dick was able to propose to you and you two were engaged when Joker came looking for you again.

This time you were ready though, as he tried to kidnap you with his disguises you shot him and walked away. Joker obviously didn't die but he knew he had ruined you for life and that was all he truly wanted.

For you to be ruined, for you to be corrupted and destroyed by him, and he laughed as his henchmen patched him off and he laughed when he got a life sentence for all the shit he had put you through.

He ended up escaping jail, of course he did but he never disturbed you again but he knew you would never forget him ever in your life.

And that was all he wanted, for his bride to be a lunatic, he gifted you flowers on your wedding day. Flowers that you burnt and you didn't know he was watching you burn them with a smile on your face but a smile on his face too. He had finally gotten what he wanted.

As he opened a random creepy book of his that he was gifted. "Burning flowers, a sign of love and devotion" he knew he had won, he knew he had gotten everything he could have ever wanted.

The good part of you.