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Drabble Prompts! (and request template)

Here's a massive list of prompts (from this) under the cut, feel free to put in whatever characters you like. I'm not actually picky about format, but here's a template for those that would like one, fill out as many or as few as you like: Pick one: Request/Drabble Ship/Gen: Characters: Prompt: Rating: G/T/M/E Tags/Additional wants: *Non drabbles are first come first serve, over 1.5k words and edited. Drabbles are written immediately, but only get a once over before being posted and will likely be shorter. *Ship is two or more characters in a romantic relationship, Gen is characters in a platonic relationship Characters: Aside from the Ship/Gen relationship do you want other characters worked in?

Angst/Emotional:

“All I’ve ever wanted is for you to see me.”

“When did you stop loving me?”

“Just please open your eyes.”

“Wake up. You have to wake up. Please. For me.”

“Just please, don’t leave me.”

“When was the last time you said you loved me, and meant it?”

“Why does everyone always leave?”

“It hurts so much. Why does it hurt so much? I just want it to stop.”

“Forget it. Just like you forget everything else.”

“I never ask for help because I’m not sure I know how.”

“It’s alright to feel broken every once and a while. And it’s alright to take time to heal.”

“I feel like I’m falling apart.”

“What is it about me that isn’t good enough?”

“I wish I was brave.”

“Whats the point in trying if only one of us is willing to?”

“You almost died and you’re making jokes?”

“I’m scared.”

“I don’t need you to tell me who I am!”

“I don’t miss you. I miss us.”

“I thought I’d never see you again.”

“I can’t lose you.” “You already did.”

“Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you still love me.”

“Will you even miss me at all?”

‘“You weren’t there…why weren’t you there? I needed you! I needed you! And you weren’t there!”

“I would give up everything for the chance to hear your laugh again. To see you smile. To see you happy.“

“If I never see you again, just know that I love you so, so much.”

“All I wanted was a happy ending.”

"Whatever you do, don’t let go.”

“You don’t have to hide your tears from me.”

“What happened to their happily ever after?” “Not all love stories get a happily ever after, sometimes it’s just once upon a time.”

“You said we’d be together forever, but I guess forever really isn’t that long.”

“I’m not leaving you here.”

“You left without saying goodbye.”

“For once in your life, do what you want! Be selfish!”

“Being strong doesn’t mean never asking for help or admitting you’re in pain.”

“Whatever you do, do not turn around.”

“No matter what they made you think, you are worth saving. You are worth loving.”

“You said you wouldn’t leave, and then you did.”

“I’m a fool for believing you meant what you said.”

“For what it’s worth, I never gave up on you.”

“You are not your past.”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“This is the third time you’ve broken a promise to me, I’m starting to think you are doing it on purpose.”

“Whatever you do, do not close your eyes.”

“I know you’re tired, but you have to stay awake.”

“I’ll come back for you, I promise.”

“You would risk letting all those people die for one person? Why?” “Because it’s not just one person…it’s you.”

“I’m just tired of being tired.”

“Whatever you do, do not make a sound.”

“I always said I’d die for you.” “I didn’t think you meant literally.”

Fluff/Romantic:

“I just cant see myself ever living without you.”

“If there was ever anybody meant for me, it’s you.”

“The closest thing to love at first sight I’ve ever experienced happened when I first laid eyes on you.”

“I didn’t believe in soulmates until I met you.”

“Did you just tell the person I was gonna go out with that we’re dating?”

“You owe me a kiss.”

“Go with me?” “Only if you hold my hand.”

“I’d feel much better if you’d let me walk you home.”

“If I asked you to stay, would you?”

“You make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe.”

“I’ve never felt this way before, and truthfully it scares me. But, the idea of never trying scares me even more.”

“You’re telling me you believe in love at first sight?” “I’m starting too.”

“I promised to love you forever, and that is a promise I intend to keep.”

“Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

“You give me a reason to be better, to do better.”

"All I’ve ever wanted was a place to belong. Somewhere I could call home. And you gave me that. Because you are my home.”

“They don’t compare to you. No one does.”

“I thought I had the worst luck, until I met you.”

“No matter how much time we’ve spent apart, I never stopped loving you.”

“I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I’ve met.”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“You brought me breakfast?” “Well you said you always forget to eat before you go to work, so I thought I’d make sure you ate something.”

“Everything feels right when you are with me.”

“I don’t care what others say, I want to be with you and that’s all that matters to me.”

“You bought me flowers?” “Yeah, well I noticed you’d seemed kinda down, so I wanted to cheer you up.”

“I’ll be damned if anyone makes you feel like you aren’t worthy of being loved.”

“I wasn’t sure what love really felt like until I met you.”

“You owe me.” “I owe you $20 not a day of pretending to be your partner to get your parents off you’re back.”

“I can braid your hair for you- I mean, only if you want.”

“Maybe if you stopped staring at them and actually talked to them, you might have a chance.”

“You said you wouldn’t fall in love with me.” “I lied.”

“I want you. All of you, and not just halfheartedly, but wholly. And maybe that’s selfish, but I don’t care.”

“Can you stay? Just for tonight, please. I don’t want to be alone with my thoughts.” “'l’ll stay for as long as you need.”

“You are my family.”

“We’ve been by each other’s sides for years, you think I’m gonna leave now?”

“Take my jacket, I don’t want you catching a cold.”

“I’d wait a thousand lifetimes for you, because you are worth waiting for. So when you are ready. I’ll be right here.”

“I will never stop fighting for you. I will never stop protecting you.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you. No matter how hard I try, you’re always on my mind”

“Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I don’t want you to die for me, I want you to live for me.”

“I can’t remember the last time I laughed like this.”

“How long have you had this planned?” “Since the moment I fell in love with you.”

“You came all the way here for me?”

“Why are you staring at me?” “Because I think you’re beautiful.”

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” “I think I’m okay with that.”

“What are you doing here?” “I wanted to see if you were okay.”

“The world gets a little brighter when your around.”

“They say we wont last.” “Then lets prove them wrong.”

Miscellaneous:

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before.”

“I’ve never told you that before.”

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“At least it couldn’t get any worse.” “I really wish you hadn’t said that.”

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

“I’m telling you, I’m haunted.”

“You couldn’t handle me even if i came with instructions.”

“Wake me up when it’s over.”

“Next problem… we might die.“

"Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you”

“I think… everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves.”

"Abort mission, I repeat abort mission.” “What? Abort what mission? All you were doing was introducing yourself to your neighbor?” “Yeah, and they’re too attractive. I can never speak to them again.”

“At least I kept my promise.”

“I saw you looking at it last time we were in the store together, so I got it for you.”

“…Did you just sniff me?”

“I hope you find it someday.” “Find what?” “Whatever it is you’re looking for.”

“Of course I noticed, I notice everything about you.”

“Are you alright?” “Yeah, why?” “You look mad.” “That’s just my face…”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“You don’t actually have to like me, you just need to pretend you do.”

“Since when did you open a bakery in your house?” “Since I got bored.”

“Can someone explain to me, in not so many words, why they are here?”

“I don’t think I’m alone in here.”

“This place creeps me out.”

“I thought I saw something.”

“Why didn’t you answer your phone?” “Why didn’t you text?”

“You’re bleeding.” “No shit.”

“In case you haven’t heard, there is a bounty on your head.” “Is that why you’re here? To kill me and take the bounty?” “No. I’m here to protect you.”

“For the most part, I am, in fact, an idiot. But I fully admit to it, which should count for something.”

“Stop grumbling and just tell me where your medicine cabinet is.”

“Close your eyes and hold out your hand.”

“I hate that I let you convince me to do this”

“We really need to stop meeting like this. "Then stop breaking into my house!”

“Why are you creeping outside my bedroom window?!” “I thought it would be romantic if I climbed up here.” “You gave me a heart-attack!”

“What are you doing here?” “I got locked out of my house.” “Again?”

“Run.”

“I can’t stand you!” “Then sit down.”

“Where are we going?” “It’s a surprise.” “I hope the surprise involves food.”

“You wont regret it!” “Already am.”

“I like being wanted.” “You should NOT like be wanted by the police!”

“I am nothing if not consistent.” “Yeah, a consistent pain in my ass.”

“What happened?” “Do you want the long version or the short version?” “Uh, short?” “I made a mistake.” “Okay, long version.” “I made a very very big mistake.”

“Do you take constructive criticism?” “Not without crying.”

“Are we all on the same page?” “Yes. Just of different books.”

“Why did you break up with them?” My dog didn’t like them, and that is never a good sign.“

"I’m sorry were you talking to me? I tend to zone out whenever you stark speaking.”

“What happened to your hand?” “I hit my hand on something.” “On what?” “Your ex’s face.”

“I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”

“I’ve been thinking-” “Uh-oh”

“If I survive this, I’m killing you.”

Scenario Prompts: *For prompts with Characters A and B; you can choose who is who in your request (who is reader and/or character)

Huddled together to keep warm.

Fall asleep in same bed, on opposite sides, wake up in each others arms.

Character A comes to talk to Character B, pretending to be B’s s/o when a stranger is making B uncomfortable. Leads to them asking B out on an actual date.

Running from dangerous person or monster.

Hunting down dangerous person or monster.

Separated forcefully or for reasons you can’t control, run into each other again years later on accident.

Get locked in somewhere together.

Continuously running into one another for days after having a meet cute.

Hands brush as you stand next to each other, you think it’s on accident until their hands gentle wrap around yours.

Shielding the other with their body to save/protect them.

Caught staring too many times for it to be a coincidence.

Size difference hug; they engulf you.

You refuse to leave so they pick you up and throw you over their shoulder.

Character A can tell Character B is getting nervous in a big crowd, so A slips their hand into theirs to help them calm down.

The panic between thinking you lost them and the relief of seeing they are okay.

Character A teaching B to ice skate/roller skate.

B taking care of A when they are sick.

Holding hands underneath the table.

Bandaging the other and then kissing the injury gently.

A surprises B with a picnic.

Getting stuck at the top of the Ferris Wheel.

B sitting/standing behind A and leaning into them as they show/teach them how to do something.

A kisses B, but A can tell there is no feeling behind it anymore.

As you begin to fall asleep, you feel a gentle kiss pressed to your temple and a blanket draped over you.

B comforting A as they wake up from a nightmare.

A realizing that they have feelings for B when they see them with someone else.

B bringing A hand-picked flowers.

Thinking you are alone in the house but you hear a noise upstairs.

B buys A’s dream house and surprises them.

Cliff/floor breaks out beneath A and as they fall B manages to grab their hand at the last second.

A leaves baked goods for B anonymously, but B already knows that it’s A.

B surprises A with a cake for their birthday even though A forgot what day it was/or didn’t know B knew it was their birthday.

Sharing an umbrella.

Walking together and it starts to rain, so they grab your hand and you start running until you can find somewhere to escape getting wet.

A and B meet randomly, B finds out A is on an important mission or quest and decides to go with them to protect them/watch over them.

Fake date to a wedding; leads to confession.

A game of 20 questions that ends with “Can I kiss you?”

There’s a big storm going on outside while A is at B’s house, so B insists they sleep over.

A hears that B got hurt and rushes over in a panic to see if they are okay.

B just moved to town and really only knows A (just met). B is being followed or is lost and calls A for help. Of course they come to help and it turns into a date of sorts.

A falling asleep while sitting next to B, as there head falls onto B’s shoulder, B stays as still as they can, afraid to wake A.

Cloudgazing or Stargazing together, as you lie next to each other, their hand slips into yours.

Looking around for the shirt you left at your s/o’s house; only to find it in a drawer with other clothes and items you’ve left.

B get’s so nervous about their dinner date with A that they accidentally make enough food to feed ten people.

A hand written love lover left at your doorstep.

B dancing to music as their cooking or cleaning, and as they spin around A suddenly appears, grabbing onto B and continuing to dance with them.

A grabs B’s hand instinctively out of surprise or fear, and continues to hold it.

A keeps catching B (a stranger) staring at them from across the room and feels self conscious, until B finds them later and tells them that they couldn’t stop staring out of awe/attraction.

A and B realizing they were holding hands the entire time the moment they had to let go. (after getting scared, nervous, frightened, etc.)

A buying B groceries because they knew they forgot to buy themselves food again.

B is sad because they accidentally threw something important away. A shows up later with said thing, smelling like trash.

A finding a hand-sketched photo of them on B’s desk.

B hearing A sing for the first time (due to karaoke, or walking in on them, etc.) and being surprised at how good they sound.

B helping A step down from a high place by taking their hand, and then not letting go as they continue to walk.

Comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together.

Dancing around the living room of the first home you’ve bought together.

Long distance relationship; receiving a good morning text every morning, until one day you don’t. You are worried, but then there is a knock at your door.

B is sunshine, rainbows and kindness. A is night, rain-clouds and anger. But when A meets B, they bask in the sunshine and never want to leave.

A asking B on a date until they say yes.

B asking A to attend a wedding with them, to get out of going with someone their parents tried to set them up with.

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Request: A passionate, steamy night between Wally & Dick goes wrong when Wally unintentionally hurts Dick, causing Dick to yell in pain, but Wally mishear it as a yell of pleasure, so he doesn't stop until it's too late.

Hahhhh this took me so long to get to! But I think I'm back on top of things (kind of) For the time being. I have 7 requests to get through before I start on the new ones, but I've been working on most of them on and off. Content warning for the premise, but this is primarily Hurt/Comfort so don't be too scared! 18+!

Request: A passionate, steamy night between Wally & Dick goes wrong when Wally unintentionally hurts Dick, causing Dick to yell in pain, but Wally mishear it as a yell of pleasure, so he doesn't stop until it's too late. Uwaaaa this took awhile to get to! I’ve been turning this over in my head for ages, but I think I’ve finally figured out how to approach it! Normally Dick preferred to be on top, riding or topping didn’t particularly matter, he enjoyed both well enough. But Wally had really wanted to try something different, to have a little more control. This is what had them in the position where things went wrong. Dick was face-down, head resting on a pillow and ass in the air. Mostly it had been good, Wally had taken his time, insofar as any speedster was capable, playing with Dick’s chest, holding him close, sprinkling kisses down his spine, eating him out with a vibrating tongue. Dick was already on the cusp of overstimulation, squirming and even begging a bit for Wally to just get on with it. Unfortunately, Wally was also wrapped up in dizzying pleasure, mind a touch hazy and control on the wrong side of lacking. So when he fucks into Dick too fast, too much for an unenhanced man, he doesn’t immediately realize his mistake. Dick had always had a fair measure of control over the pace, even when Wally was in the lead, he’d always been very good about correcting Wally’s impatience with strong thighs and steady hands pressing him down into the bed. But when Wally all but slammed into him, right as Dick was adjusting his balance, he slipped and fell face first into the pillow with a sharp yelp. He often whimpers and whines through his pleasure, so the sound wasn’t any cause for alarm, especially when he’s never had any trouble just telling Wally what he needed. So Wally kept going, not able to hear the muffled protests over the blood roaring in his ears, too focused on placing open mouthed kisses across scared shoulder blades to see that Dick hadn’t managed to recover his balance under the relentless pace that had been set. To set in the moment to notice the squirming turn to scrambling.

When Wally finishes, pulling back to make sure Dick is able to follow, he realizes that Dick is shaking, but otherwise far too still. It hadn’t lasted very long. That was scarcely even a small mercy though. When Dick turns over he shoves Wally back by the shoulder, eyes wild and face set into a grim mask that hid what kind of upset he was. “You didn’t stop” Dick’s voice is almost accusing. Wally stares blankly at first, gooey pleasure turning sharp and sour. Then he stumbles over himself apologizing, zipping in and out of the room to bring every aftercare item he could possibly recall the location of. “I’m so, so sorry Dick. I didn’t hear you, I swear I didn’t. I would never ignore you saying that you have to know that I wouldn’t-” Wally can’t stop talking, can’t stop trembling until his mouth is covered by a calloused hand. “Wally, I know. I know you wouldn’t.” Dick is still shaking, but the jagged edges of hurt have smoothed slightly. “But that was terrifying, I didn’t know how long it was. I couldn’t get up. I couldn’t stop you till it was over” Dick swallows, stormy blue eyes looking at nothing at all, wet with tears that will never be shed. Wally never wants to touch another person again, he hugs himself, fingernails digging in too deeply. Dick gently take’s Wally’s hands into his own. ALways faster to recover, always quick to put himself aside. “It was an accident” He says softly. “I hurt you.” Wally’s voice is rough. He’s also forgotten how to cry. “You did.” Dick nods. “But you didn’t mean to.” His nimble fingers run along the freckles dotting Wally’s arms and hands. Tracing constellations he memorized through a hundred different windows and thousand little moments. “Does it matter if I meant to? How can you trust me again? I’m supposed to be safe for you, I don’t know how to fix this, Dick. I’m so sorry, I’m so, so sorry.” Wally can’t sit still, getting up and pacing and running from one spot to the next. Dick seems to be calming down more and more, but instead of doing it for himself he seems to be drifting into crisis management mode instead, into Nightwing’s mindset. “It matters. I can’t…” Dick trails off, before beginning again. “I don’t want to try anything like that again for a while, but I still love you, I still trust you. Making a mistake doesn’t make you a monster, it doesn’t make you unsafe.”

“Can I hold you?” Wally blinks back his self hatred, Dick was the one who got hurt, why is he doing the comforting?   “Not right now, I still feel-” Dick pulls the blanket up around his waist “pretty overstimulated, but you can in a little bit.”

“What do you need me to do?” Wally pulls his legs under him, confining himself to as small of an area as he can. He has to wrench his emotions into place, to step back from his own head. He can feel awful later, but right now isn’t the time for his emotions to take stage. He knows Dick, and knows that once the moment passes he’ll never bring it up again. That he’ll brush aside his hurt with a smile and a shrug and a “what can you do?”. He can see the traces of bleariness around Dick’s composure, now that he’s looking. The tiredness.

“Do you want anything to clean up with?” Wally asks, instead of waiting for an answer. Narrowing a general question into a more direct, easier to answer one. “Yeah. Uh,” Dick catches the change, but clearly isn’t prepared for it, still looking for Wally’s distress. “Towel, wet wipe, or shower?” Wally lists off the options easily enough, resisting the temptation to let out his nerves on cleaning, keeping still, keeping calm.

“Towel. That’ll be fine.” Dick answers, leaning back into the pillows, taking the washcloth and dry towel from where they’re set on the bedside table. He hesitates at first, not able to split his focus given his headspace, but also unwilling to take his focus off of Wally. Wally just smiles, and waits the moment out, even though he feels like his heart is going to fall right out of his chest. Even though anxiety is creeping thorns in his veins picking him to pieces. Dick cleans himself off, harder than necessary but not so rough that Wally needs to intervene. “Thanks” He mutters, rolling off the sheet placed down to keep the bed clean, and handing Wally the now dirty towels. “Clothes?” Wally doesn’t soften his tone, sometimes speaking to people like they’re a cornered animal turns them into one. Dick has never liked coddling. “Yeah.” Dick takes a deep breath, walls breaking back down from their hasty construction. “Clothes are good.” He pulls their blankets over himself, and Wally grabs Donna’s sweater from their kitchen, a shirt, and oversized sweats that had drifted through so many wardrobes in titan’s tower no one really knew who owned them to begin with. Donna’s sweater was soft cashmere, and still smelled like her. Dick presses his face into the garment before Wally has even let it go. Wally drifts into the kitchen to give him some space. Gets a bowl of cereal and his laptop. He knocks on the door before entering. “Come in.” Dick sounds more like himself, and Donna’s sweater is still pulled towards his face, hiding half a smile. “You brought cereal?” “For you, if you want it. For me if you don’t. I don’t have to stay.” Wally would fall apart the second he left, but that didn’t have to be Dick’s problem. There were plenty of people he could go to that weren’t the person he hurt. He’d probably go to Donna though, because she wouldn’t side with him unless he truly hadn’t done something wrong. “No, stay. I want you to stay.” Dick sinks down further into the pillows, a puppyish hope on his face. “Did you bring that so we can watch something?” “I- yeah.” Wally slowly slides into his side of the bed, and Dick wraps around him. “I’m really okay, you know. It was an accident, a horrible accident that cannot happen again, but an accident.” Dick leans into Wally’s tentative touch, accepting the hand in his hair with the same enthusiasm as he always has. “I believe you” Mostly. “I just hate that I did that to you. I hate that I was the one to hurt you like that.” Wally pulls up the new robin hood show, the millionth adaptation they’d watched together. “I hate that it happened too.” Dick admits, like making space for his emotions is some devastating secret. “But I forgive you. I know we’re gonna be okay. Sometimes we hurt the people we love by accident and it’s awful and it lingers for way too long.” Dick tilts his head up to make eye contact, grabbing Wally’s hand to intertwine their fingers. “But that doesn’t mean it won’t fade, that we won’t be just like before.” “I love you, so much.” Wally kisses his forehead, adoration cleaning out the hurt from his system for the time being. “I love you too Walls. More than I know what to do with.”

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Promise We'll be okay pt 2

18+. Might revise the ending but we'll see~ Part 1--- Roy's POV

Roy had made sure to keep good on his word. Despite the lingering side effects, he knew Dick was experiencing they’d had a remarkably chaste relationship over the past week. Roy had told Dick in no uncertain terms that he would not initiate, that he really wouldn’t be able to after how things had started. Dick had quietly elaborated on some of his past experiences under the unjudging blanket of stars on a quiet hill. They’d had a picnic there. Roy knew about most of them, but instead of the heart wrenching venting that had come with previous knowledge, this had been a long and exhaustive discussion of boundaries. Roy was honestly just glad to have rules, clear parameters for when and how to avoid fucking up. Aside from that, they’d gone on two dates- three including tonight. The first had just been them watching Robin Hood, talking about the book as well. Dick was more focused on the story and Roy on the archery. The second had been with Lian, she adored Dick and seemed distraught when he went home at the end, well as distraught as any kid gets when they don’t get their way. Dating had been fun, learning little details about an old friend he’d never really seen before. They’d never had cause to dress up for one another, or intentionally fluster each other without pretending that doing so wasn’t the point of the teasing. He felt like he was reclaiming a piece of his childhood that he lost when the Titans fell apart. A piece of his heart that he’d left forgotten when he stopped dating to focus on raising his kid.

Tonight had been a surprise, he’d taken Dick to a circus. Had to have an incredibly stilted conversation about it with Jason, and then Babs, and then for some godawful reason Steph and Damian at the same time. He hadn’t realized the remotely got along, but he supposes they got close when Dick was Batman. Jason hadn’t ever asked, Babs refused to be the ex that gave advice, and he’d gotten the most difficult shovel talk of his life before finally an answer. The shovel talk was two parts trying not to laugh at Steph’s jokes and a twelve year old threatening him and three parts trying not to come off as a bastard to the people who could most easily set his new relationship on fire. Damian as the lighter fluid and Steph as the fire.

All that to say- he’d checked to make sure Dick still actually felt comfortable under the big top, felt comfortable watching acrobatics. The answer boiled down to make sure there’s a net. Dick had been absolutely delighted, a childlike wonder that increased tenfold in getting to talk to the performers after the show. Roy felt the heavy, but not oppressive atmosphere, the thick buttery smell of caramelized popcorn mixing somewhat unpleasantly with smoke, sweat, and the unmistakable musk of exotic animals. Dick breathed it in deep, and embraced the magic of the glowing lights and hodgepodge of people and talents. The brightness of people who preserved wonder for a living and adored every second of it. A core aspect of Dick Grayson, who he was and who he became. A man that saves the soul as much as he saves everything else. Roy was helpless to his own affection. Dick was explaining all the little things he’d missed, about the showmanship or the tricks they’d pulled. All things Roy normally wouldn’t have even thought to appreciate. There was a spark to him, an unfettered happiness that Roy wanted to hang around to see more of. He’d walked him home, mostly just to spend more time together. Dick was still flush with excitement by the time they reached the front door, Roy couldn’t even find the disappointment that usually came with parting as he watched Dick unlock and open his apartment. “I had a really good time.” Roy starts, ready to exchange a chaste kiss a make his way home with a skip in his step, but Dick grabs him by the collar and hauls him through the entryway into a blindingly hot kiss. Roy groans, hands moving to grip Dick’s waist, rubbing circles into the vee of his hips. Dick pulls away with a heady sound that sends heat pulsing through Roy’s veins, and he moves to kiss down Roy’s neck, nipping in a way that makes his breath catch. “F-fuck” Roy’s head thunks against the door as he pulls Dick closer, rewarded by a lithe leg hooking around the back of his thigh, tugging Roy’s leg between his own in away that’s reminiscent of the first time they’d done this. “This okay?” Dick breathes into his ear, and Roy shudders, but keeps his hands still despite the strong impulse to get a better hold. “Yes. Yes regardless, but what is ‘this’? What are we doing sweetheart?” He kisses Dick’s neck back, the pretty tan column he’d refused to touch before.

“I want you” Dick presses closer to him “This is me initiating, I’m good with touching. I want you too. Please Roy” He whines his name in his ear and Roy knows it’s on purpose, but knowing that doesn’t make the spike of arousal any less intense, and Roy grabs Dick by the ass, squeezing and actually feeling this time, instead of just moving him. He rocks Dick against his thigh, but he’s paying the most attention to his face. Those clear, lucid ocean eyes are even more beautiful because they mean Dick is fully with him, fully into the situation. Dick licks up his neck and Roy’s hips cant into him before he can really process it. “You taste like cedar too” Dick mutters, and Roy has to chuckle, because- “Sweetheart, what does that mean?” He uses his head to nudge Dick’s face away from his neck so he can look at his pretty lover. Dick just grins, never the sort to have the good grace to be even a little embarrassed of himself. “You smell like a piece of the forest. Taste like it too” Is the only explanation Dick gives before leaning in and biting the junction of Roy’s shoulder. He tightens his grip and picks Dick up, pleased at the feeling of powerful legs wrapping tight around his waist,  to move him towards the bedroom. He wanted to press Dick up into the wall, but wasn’t sure if that qualified as ‘being on his back’ and it wasn’t a discussion he wanted to have right now. He sits down on Dick’s bed, pulling him into his lap. Dick starts squirming against him almost immediately until Roy grabs him by the throat. “Stop being a brat” He drops his voice, a deep rumble in his chest so he can see the way Dick’s eyes dilate. He lets go when Dick taps his fingers, and Dick slips down onto his knees, face pressed into Roy’s slacks all vulnerable and puppyish.

“Can I put my mouth on you?” Dick toys with his belt, grinning at the quick nod. Dick is gorgeous between his legs, face open and wanting. That he chooses to be vulnerable has a potent appeal that steals the air from Roy’s lungs. Dick runs his tongue along the underside, watching Roy’s face intently. Roy’s sure he looks idiotically awestruck but can’t find any shame for it.

“Sweetheart, you can do whatever you want to me.” He mutters as he strokes Dick’s cheek. Dick’s mouth on him steals away all his thoughts though, leaving him panting, legs held apart by a firm grip. He chews on his lower lip, taking whatever Dick wants to get him. When he gets close, he gently tugs Dick off of him, tugging down his pants and boxers, and pulling the lithe man up into his lap. Dick is warm, hard, and writhing in Roy’s lap, refusing to be still for a single moment as Roy readjusts to lean back against the headboard. “You’re so beautiful Dickie” Roy pours lube onto his fingers, slowly breaching his lover. “So sweet and perfect just for me.” He bites up Dick’s neck and Dick lets out a loud keen, unable to be quiet, little whimpers filling any silence Roy leaves between them. “Roy, please hurry up. I want you so bad, I want-” Dick’s nails leave long red lines where they dig into Roy’s back.

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you sweetheart? Want me to take care of you?” Roy’s fingers are clever and he knows it. Large and thick, two of his the size of three of Dicks. He can’t help the sly, shit eating grin as Dick falls apart on his fingers.

“Yes, fuck me, come on, come on” Dick urges, pressing his face into Roy’s chest to nip at a pink nipple. Roy startles, choking on his own words at the unexpected shot of pleasure.

“Jesus Christ- you’re such an imp” He growls, removing his hand to help Dick sink down on him. He guides but doesn’t press, letting Dick set the pace.

“Is that so surprising?” Dick is breathtaking. Roy feels like he’s losing his mind watching him bounce on his cock.

“It’s always hard to tell if you’re going to be good, or absolutely devious?” Roy settles into the frankly brutal pace set by Dick, fucking him until he’s begging and breathless. They kiss like it’s a particularly friendly smile, wrapped up in each other tightly. Dick even comes pretty, eyes fluttering and face lax to the sound of punched out gasps. Roy hardly lasts any longer, eager to bask in the afterglow. And bask they do- something resolved and settle between them.

“Hold me a little longer?” Dick asks, so content and happy like even if Roy could, or ever would, say no that he’d still feel okay. Still feel loved. Roy tucks Dick in close, kissing the crown of his head.

“Always”

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For a birdflash AU set in the DV vs vampires world:

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You’re married to your phone background/lockscreen how fucked are you

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@willow-the-sleepy

Nightwing polycule ok?

You’re married to your phone background/lockscreen how fucked are you

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Release Schedule (will be edited and changed, these are estimations:

April 21st: Next week: Birdflash vampire!Dick), DickRoy(Vampire), and a reader x Roy

Also next week: Into the Night is getting an update next

The week after that is going to be the start interwoven with you ch3, and a Dick/Kori/Roy/Donna as well as likely a poison ivy request Interwoven is set to update May 10th.

And then Learning How to Breath Again and Speak to Me Between the lines will get their first chapters after that! I've also got two TimBerKon fics in the works.

Once those are done I’ll probably focus on Into the Night since ive neglected the poor dear for a hot minute!

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Requests Master List

Here are all my request fills, somewhat organized! (currently being edited) 18+ Below the cut AO3 Batsibs as strangers on a long flight Dick learns the hard way that even the best intentions can leave the deepest wounds.

BirdFlash: DickRoy: Dick struggles between following what his heart wants & what his body needs. ----- Roy's POV------ Part Two A passionate, steamy night between Wally & Dick goes wrong when Wally unintentionally hurts Dick, causing Dick to yell in pain, but Wally mishear it as a yell of pleasure, so he doesn't stop until it's too late. DickKori: Breeding Kink x Reader: Dick Grayson- Blood kink/Split Lip Tim Drake Spit Kink

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Anyone else on ao3 read a summary, check the author and think “oh of *course* it was you”?

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Promise me we'll be okay 1.5

Okay! Let me know if there's any errors in this bc i genuinely had so much trouble getting tumblr to post it- Roy’s POV of this The sequel and other requests are going to be all done within the next two weeks if things don't get insane for me again :D @empressyu123 figured you'd want the notif! 18+!!

Roy considers himself a reasonable man most of the time. He doesn’t feel reasonable right now, holding his sleeping friend curled up his arms, having been awake all night. He doesn’t want to let go, Dick fits so comfortably against him, but the circumstances prevent him from enjoying it. Dick had cried more than Roy had ever seen, and had hated what had happened. Roy feels gross, and dirty. He doesn’t regret it- it was necessary. He knows that he didn’t cross any lines, that he did the right thing. But the memory of Dick sobbing about how much he didn’t want to be in the situation lingered. It wasn’t either of their faults. Still, Roy doesn’t want to look into a mirror ever again. He runs his fingers through soft raven hair as he stares at the dust floating lazily in the morning light peeking through the window. Last night had been….

He’d only been in Gotham because Jason wanted to hang out. He had just crossed the bridge into Gotham when Jason called him, asking him to check on Dick’s location before heading over to hang out. Roy had felt an all too familiar spark of concern and heart pounding fear that always came with the potential risk of losing someone. He’d felt that fear for Dick in particular with a concerning frequency over the years. Jason explaining the situation only helped marginally, and explained well enough why he was even asking Roy instead of going himself in the first place. He’d moved slower than he could have, a choice he’d feel guilty for shortly, because honestly Roy did not want to see the man he’d been hopelessly in love with for years having sex with someone else. He was surprised to see Dick alone and then horrified because Dick looked beyond distressed, hand between his legs and eyes squeezed shut, breaths heavy and gasping. Roy’s skin prickled as he thinks on what may have happened if someone unsavory had managed to stumble across him. He knows Dick never responded well to direct concern, the more genuine the worry was the more suspicious or guilty it made him feel. Dick doesn’t even look at him as Roy walks up, saying the first thing he could think of: “Jesus, Jason was being serious.” Roy didn’t mean to sound so surprised, but seeing Dick so unaware was unusual and unsettling. Roy hated seeing those clever eyes tearful and hazy like this, in a place so unsafe and a situation so vulnerable. “If you’re here to make fun of me, please just go.” Dick’s voice was thin, weak, and resentful. It pissed Roy off, he’d made his mistakes but he never has and never will belittle someone for something like this. He was honest in his retort, but not due to his own hurt feelings. Rather, Roy figured that Dick could use something to take his anger out on until whichever asshole was taking their sweet time in getting here was present to help. Whoever Dick trusted more than him for this. “Wow. You sure think highly of me.” Roy bit out the words, but instead of firing back a snippy response, Dick only gasped. His mouth falling open and long lashes fluttering. His fingers flexed between his legs and Roy felt a warm bush from his ears down to his chest, that just wasn’t fair. He’d never heard such a pretty sound before. Roy moved close before he could second guess himself, unable to resist looking Dick over. Desperate looked good on him, and for a moment Roy was able to imagine that Dick reacted that way just because it was Roy that was talking. “Well that’s an interesting response” He gives a cocky grin, keeping it light and giving an opening for Dick to crush his foolish hope. Roy needed the reality check. “Wh-what do you want?” Dick whined, low and needy, instead of swiftly shutting Roy down and calling him a creep. It took more self control than Roy would ever admit to not reach down and grab Dick where he was squirming against the wall. It was awful to want him so much when Dick couldn't help his reactions. Guilt wasn’t enough to stop Roy from committing every bit of the scene before him to memory though. He needed to solve things quickly so he could get to Jason’s and be a pathetic weepy mess on his friend’s living room floor. “Listen I get why you wouldn’t want your family to see this, trust me-” Roy would seriously consider shooting himself to avoid it were the roles reversed- “but Jay said you had someone to go to. Where are they?” Because Dick didn’t want Roy or worse didn’t trust him, so whoever Dick actually wanted had to get here yesterday so Roy could get gone. He pulled out his phone, ready to call whoever it was and bitch them out, maybe it’d have made him feel better. Probably not. Then Dick was shaking his head, and Roy wanted to tear his hair out. He could barely accept not being the person Dick reached out to, but to not even be trusted with a name?

  “Dude, seriously? We’ve had our falling outs, but I thought you trusted me.” He huffs, and it stung so badly that Roy couldn’t even begin to clear his head enough to guess who it’d be. Dick starts rolling his hips, and Roy tucked his phone away for something to do with his hands, looking out at the muggy Gotham streets far below them.

“If you don’t want me to know who it is, can you at least tell me when they’re getting here? Or that they’re aware that if they don’t hurry their ass up, you could die?” The more time that passed the angrier he felt. Did they even know how lucky they are to be gifted with Dick’s vulnerability? To receive that faith is rare and precious and they’re failing him. “I don’t- there’s no one. I’ll be fine. Just g-go home. I’ll be fine” Dick babbles, not even looking at Roy. “Wh- no one?! Are you fucking serious?” Roy snaped before he could help himself, because what the fuck? Dick slammed his head into the concrete before Roy could stop him, and his anger transitioned lightning quick into a mix of resignation and a bittersweet respect. He should have figured that Dick is the sort of man to try to avoid obligating someone for this. When Dick nodded, Roy stepped back, he couldn’t look at the squirming hero and have clear, reasonable thoughts. He called Jason, and it picked up before the first ring.

“He okay?” Jason’s voice is gruff and worried though it’d have sounded furious to most. “No. He didn’t call anyone. There’s no one! He’ll die like this Jay.” Roy shouted, worry coiled tightly in his chest,  pacing as he kept an ear out for the sounds Dick is making, he could almost convince himself it’s just to make sure he’s still relatively alright if not for the way each sound looped endlessly in his hind brain. Yelling at Jason was at least a good way to off-load some tension. “Wh- he-” Jason sputters out a series of half-started sentences before cursing loudly. “Fuckin course he didn’t.” Jason’s voice becomes muffled, like he’s covering the phone “Tim, who’s on the back-up list for…” Roy waits for the indistinct mumbling to end and Jason to sigh heavily into the receiver before asking what their contingency is. “Given the effectiveness of this vile shit, he doesn’t have a ton of time. The only people who we know of who can get there that Dick would actually let near him are Flash and Superboy-” A muffled shout cuts him off “Oracle said she’s willing as a fail-safe, in which case you’ll have to haul Goldie to the Belfry.” Jason huffs “Replacement is adamant that you should be on the list as well.” He sounded deeply uncomfortable with the entire conversation, and Roy almost felt bad for him, but he felt worse for himself. “Alright. I can handle it from here. He’ll be okay Jaybird.” Roy hung up before he could hear the full response, steeling himself to go back to Dick. The sight is no easier to take in the second time, but he still crouched in front of his friend. Just a friend, nothing more. When Dick didn’t even seem to register his presence, he tapped the man’s cheek gently. Dick’s hand shot up to grab his wrist with startling speed, and Roy watched in a daze as Dick pressed his face into the captured hand, kissing his calloused palm. Roy’s heart was beating out of his chest and he had to beat back the urge to scoop Dick up and hold him forever. “Oh-kay” He regulated his breathing before telling Dick his options. He barely kept a neutral expression. He couldn’t bring himself to pull his hand away. Dick shook his head violently, and Roy’s heart broke for him, who so rarely cries but is falling apart right on a grimy rooftop in the middle of gotham.

“No. They don’t- no. I don’t want it.” He sounded so distressed. Roy wanted to kill whoever did this with extreme prejudice. He hated every aspect of the situation. He wished there was any other solution.

“They don’t what, Dickie?” Roy gave into impulse, scooping him up, pulling his arms around his neck and propping him against his hip as Dick’s legs moved to wrap tight around Roy’s waist. Roy kept his voice soft and careful, only years of practice enabling him to keep his composure as he navigated to the nearest safehouse from the list Jason had texted. If Dick didn’t pick someone, then he’d make sure he stayed alive. Then Roy would tell Jason, and get rightfully shot. He would never forgive himself. Dick’s face was pressed tight against Roy’s neck, his hips rolling against Roy’s as he locked the safehouse door. Navigating there hadn’t taken long, but it had been a nerve-wracking three minutes, especially as he tried to ignore the press of flexible hips. Dick finally muttered a response, seeming unaware of the gap between question and answer.

“They don’t love me. None of you- not like that. I don’t want it if you don’t.” He started sobbing in earnest, clutching at Roy, tears soaking into the cotton shirt he wore. Roy hadn’t been pleased to be proved wrong in his assumption that things couldn’t get worse from where they started.

He’d barely made a few steps when Dick made a choked noise and shoved himself back. Roy let go faster than if he'd been stabbed, cringing as Dick landed awkwardly on the concrete and scrambled away from him. He felt like a monster, but maybe this wasn’t going to end in Jason shooting him.

“Dick. I really-“ Roy’s jaw tightened, he’d never intended to say anything, let alone at a time like that. “I love you. I have for ages. if that’s the problem here then-“ Roy couldn’t finish the sentence because he was pressed against the wall with surprising force, a mouth sealed over his with clumsy, unco-ordinated aggression. It took a few seconds for Roy’s brain to come back online, and thread his fingers through downy hair and guide the kiss into a more gentle thing, kiss Dick the way he’d wanted to for so long. Roy supposed the choice had been made and was extremely grateful he hadn’t been the one to make it.

“Where’re the catches on your suit?” He whispered, as he nipped down Dick’s neck and relished in each sound it drew from him. Dick shoved down his own suit in response, fumbling at tight fabric with trembling hands. Roy grabbed him by the ass to pull him up onto his thigh so he could grind more effectively. The pollen would make him weaker over time so the easier the movement the better. Dick’s precum soaked into his jeans and Roy groaned, closing his eyes and ignoring the painful tightness of his own pants. It wasn’t about him, it wasn't for him. Despite knowing that every single thing Dick did was a shot of arousal straight to-

He carried the trembling man to the clean safehouse  bed, glad that it was already made, and laid him down almost reverently. He carefully striped off the rest of his clothes, hands lingering more than they should’ve. He needed to focus, but that felt impossible with Dick whimpering right in his ear.

“Hey, what do I need to do for you?” He ran his hands over Dick’s chest, memorizing the contours despite himself. All he got in return is a garbled mess, so he pulled Dick’s hair, hoping to ground him. Certainly not to see if he liked it. Roy used to be better at denial.

“Focus.” He used the same tone he would on the field, but despite his attempted apathy the long, loud keen he gets in return goes straight to his cock. He bit back the rumbling moan building in his chest. Dick asked him what he meant, and Roy had to take a deep breath to have enough composure to actually answer.

“To help you get through this okay, what do you need?” He asked, thumb resting on Dick’s plush bottom lip.

“J-just need to get off. I-it-” Dick tries to explain further, but Roy already knew that much, but realized Dick wasn’t coherent enough to ask for specifics.

“Hm.” He hummed lightly , before kissing down Dick’s torso, Dick wanted it to be done in a loving way, and so that’s exactly what Roy was going to give him.

“You okay if I put my mouth on you sweetheart?” Roy rests his head on Dick’s stomach, effectively pinning him down. He let his carefully contained adoration for the man below seep into his tone. Roy wondered if Dick loved him back, or just needed a loving touch to get off. He hates himself a bit even now for the thought.

“Please, please Roy I need you-” Dick pressed his hips up into Roy’s chest smearing precum into the smattering of hair there and Roy pressed him back into the bed so he didn’t lose his mind, as he continued his path down to Dick’s cock, and wasted no time taking it into his mouth. Loving, but not drawn out. Roy could do that, even if it was tempting him to imagine different circumstances. A different reality where they’ve been together for much longer, and the consent is far more enthusiastic.

Dick’s back bowed, when Roy swallowed him down to the hilt successfully getting Dick off within minutes. He’s good with his tongue, and he’d thought about doing this for years. He kept his focus on keeping himself still. He couldn’t help being turned on, but he could at least respect Dick enough to not do anything about it. Dick didn’t soften, so Roy kept going, because it only ended for Dick when his arousal did. His jaw ached by the time Dick slapped at his shoulder with zero coordination.

“Too much, too much Roy.” He whines, and Roy pulled off, spitting what remained in his mouth into a cloth at the bedside before he moved up the bed to sit with his back to the headboard, and pulled Dick to rest atop his chest.

“Do I need to keep going?” He asks gently even though he knows the answer. He needed to hear Dick tell him this was okay or he’d have lost all sanity. Dick pulled Roy's arms around himself and it made Roy’s heart melt, such a sweet and tender gesture. Roy loved it.. Dick nodded, but-

“C-can you hold me first?” Dick sounded so hesitant, and Roy almost wanted to cry with him, were he to remember how. He never wanted to hear Dick sound so ashamed of such a reasonable, small request.

“Yeah, God. Of course.” His voice broke on the words. His heart ached so badly, he wanted to stay like this forever and he wanted this ordeal to be years behind them. He pulled Dick close to him, pressing his face into his neck, dropping light and tender kisses to soothe whatever shame the other man felt. He hooked a leg over Dick’s waist. It was warm and pleasant. He’d missed holding him, like they did when they were young and no bitterness had formed between the Titans.

“Ready?” They couldn’t delay much longer. “Yes.” Dick’s voice wavered in a concerning manner, but he pressed his sweaty face into Roy’s neck and tears disappeared into the fabric of his shirt.

Roy jerked him off nearly clinically, though it didn’t seem to matter much. It worked, even as Dick started babbling. “I don’t like this. I don’t want to feel this way. Make it stop, please make it stop Roy.” He switched between that and pleased little sounds; “You feel so good, I love your hand, you’re so warm…” By the end Roy wants to tear his own hand off, but also to hold Dick close to him. It took a few hours, and Dick seems to drift in the afterglow of it all. Hardly responsive even as he was cleaned off in the tub, even as Roy helps him into the oversized nightclothes he’d brought for himself. When he tucked Dick into bed, a shaky hand desperately grabbed at his wrist, and Roy froze in place. Dick asked him to stay so sweetly. Roy was, as always, helpless against those ocean eyes, watery and desperate. He got into bed, pulled Dick close as carefully as he could. He hoped that in the morning Dick would let him take care of him. That he could take the time to make sure he was completely okay before they had a much needed talk. He texts a quick ‘all clear’ to Jason, and stares at the ceiling, absently rubbing Dick’s back. Tomorrow he was going to clear the air, Roy had let too many misunderstandings destroy too many relationships, and he’s not losing Dick to this one. If Dick hated him, that was okay. He’d understand, but he wouldn’t let Dick hate himself for this. He wouldn’t give Dick the space to blame himself for something he couldn’t help, not ever again.

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What the future holds

DickKori request fill for @aimikokoro

I did take AGES to get to this, but you know how life gets in the way!

This is a breeding kink fic, and ofc smut so 18+

Sorry if this is a little weird. There was a gas leak in the building when I wrote this. There’s a slightly long prologue, so just skip to the *** for the lead in to smut! Authors Note: Here is the fluffiest, cutest, most loving smut I have ever written Have fun! I’m actually working through all my requests. I know I’m late Lololol.

Dick hadn’t really thought about it that much- seeing his and Starfire's daughter from another universe. It wasn’t a big deal and honestly wasn’t even surprising given the variety of things he’d encountered in his relatively short life. Maybe that’s why it surprised him when today he just couldn't stop thinking about it. What had she looked like when she was younger, what were her favorite toys? Her favorite food? How did her interests grow and change over time? Did she fly or walk first? He wanted to know. He hadn’t thought about it before but now that he is, now that it had come to mind, he just couldn’t stop himself.

This had all started last week, and been further exacerbated today. Dick being Damian’s father in all but name was a known fact that no one ever brought up. Damian had Bruce now, and thinking about all the things he couldn’t have only made him miserable so really he didn’t think much about this seemingly universally accepted fact- until Roy called him. Damian had stowed away on an outlaws mission- the reasoning for which hardly mattered now- and he’d gotten struck with some kind of magic. It made him extremely emotionally vulnerable, so Roy called him. That’s normal, fine even. What Roy said was not normal, and made Dick feel less fine. “Hey, Damian needs his dad-” Was what Roy had said. Dick had cut him off, asking why Jason didn’t just call Bruce, only to receive a curt correction that Damian didn’t need his Father, he needed his Dad. Dick was blue screening even as he put Roy on speaker to text Wally for a pick up. Damian had been staying with him and Kori ever since, and the part of Dick’s brain that continually betrayed him with no remorse kept wondering that if he’s Damian’s Dad, could Kori be his mom?

He’d gotten his answer when he slid into their cozy apartment earlier than usual, and caught them in a conversation at the table- they were talking about relationships. About friendships and how Kori learned how to form them despite her cultural differences, and working around all her traumas. Damian was looking at her with the intent focus he reserved for those he respected. For people he loved. That answer was cemented when Kori hugged Damian on his birthday- scooping him up in her arms and Damian did the same little huff he gave when given affection he wanted but didn’t know how to accept gracefully. Then today, he’d been teaching gymnastics, and somehow ended up deep in a conversation about how good of a parent he would be. How good he was with kids- it had started with one of his students talking about her up and coming baby brother, and then asking if Dick was going to make a kid too and that put the thought of- Well. let’s just say Dick had a lot of thoughts that plagued him on his walk home. *** By the time he walked through the front door, Dick was lost in his head and he didn’t feel great about all the things on his mind. Kori was lounging on their couch, in his shirt, looking long and gorgeous as she always did. Her big curls spilled over the arm onto the floor, and when she smiled at him he fell in love all over again- just as he did everytime.

“What’s the matter?” She sat up immediately, head tilted and worry furrowing her brows. She searched him as though his appearance would provide answers, and he couldn’t help but stiffen under her discerning gaze. He should have anticipated being unable to hide from her. Dick sighed, steeling himself for embarrassment, and hoping she wouldn’t be too uncomfortable.

“It’s nothing serious Kori, I just…” He rubbed the back of his neck, toeing off his shoes and dropping his bag by the coffee table. At least Damian was with the Kents for tonight.

“Just what?” Kori relaxed, but was no less attentive. She’s looking at him like he’s the only person in the world. Kind vibrant eyes empathetic and focused. 

“It’s a few things people said that I’ve been thinking about, which led to thinking about things that I shouldn’t be thinking about as much as I am.” He hesitates in sitting next to her, embarrassed and delaying as much as possible. “Whatever it is, you know I would never judge you” She reaches for his hands, carefully pulling him closer. Her skin is soft and sunshine warm. She feels safe. “Hold that thought” Dick grumbles, but sits next to her. “I, I’ve been thinking about being a dad.” He mutters, stroking the back of her hand. “Is this about Damian?” Kori’s voice is carefully neutral, giving him the space to set the emotional tone. Considerate of him in ways no one else had ever been. “Yes and no. It’s about Damian, and Mar’i, and also just the thought of, well…” He let go of her hand to hide his face. He feels like a pervert, the kind he’d always looked down on.

“And being a dad?” Kori’s voice is still neutral, but he really wishes he knew her opinions right now.

“And you being.” He looks at her, he has to see her face “You being a mom.” He confesses. Dick is surprised to see her blush, as she so rarely does, and even more surprised to see her smile turn sly.

He’s not remotely prepared for her to push him down onto the couch, perching in his lap with a grin.

“Ah, I understand now. Dick, do you feel bad for wanting to have a kid with me?” She rolls her hips, unfairly attractive as she places her hands on his chest to lean forward. Dick squirms under her, arousal sparking up his spine as he clamps down on his own urges.

“I- wouldn’t say it like that.” He stutters out, hands resting on her hips. “I do want that- but that’s not. I could never feel badly about that.” His arousal dulls into a softer, more tender feeling at the thought of having a family with her. Of the future that lies ahead of them. Kori’s smile softens too for a moment, and she kisses him slow and sensual. 

“You’re sweet.” She says against his lips, and Dick smiles.

“So are you.” He wraps his arms around her strong shoulders. “And perfect. And beautiful.” The bubbly affection that always sits in his chest when Kori is close makes him want to laugh for the simple joy of holding her. “So what did you feel bad for?” Kori traces her fingers across his cheeks and neck, a feather-light touch that makes warmth pool in his belly.

“It’s. Wanting to get you.” He waves a hand at nothing “you know” He finishes lamely. Mischief sparks in her eyes once more.

“You want to get me pregnant?” She rolls her hips and if Dick had less self control he might have made a truly embarrassing sound.

“Yes, but it’s your body. It doesn’t feel right to be this into it. To feel this way at the thought of-” Dick isn’t able to finish his sentence because Kori has her tongue down his throat. She kisses the thoughts right out of his brain, and when she pulls back Dick gets the distinct feeling that she’s laughing at him. “If you had no respect for me, then it would be a problem.” She grinds against him, and he whines. She does laugh at him this time “And if there was any doubt about who’s in charge here.” She winks at him, stripping off her shirt with a wonderfully sweet giggle. He loves everything about her. “That’s so unfair. I am the team leader after all.” Dick retorts and it would probably sound a lot more convincing if he had an ounce of a backbone when Kori looked at him like that. “And you are an amazing leader, but here? You’re always so well behaved for me.” She purrs, slipping his shirt off, kissing his sternum and pinning his hands above his head. He half-heartedly tugs against the hold, mostly so she’ll kiss his face. “Be good for me, okay sweetheart?” And say that. He nods, flushed and pliable in her hands. She lets go and he keeps his arms right where she left them. She peppers his face with more kisses.

“We are going to make a baby together, my love.” She tugs his sweats down, running her hands down his stomach. She stroked his cock just to hear him whimper for a while before sinking onto him with little fanfare and no warning. “F-fuck Kori, can I please-” He flexes his fingers, still held perfectly in place until she nods. He grabs her waist, fucking into her with an edge of desperation that has her gasping and smiling down at him, radiant in the late afternoon sun. 

“It’s alright my love, you can let go, you’ve done so well. Make a life with me.” She hauls him up, always stronger than him. He buries his face in her neck as he cums, thinking about what could happen next, holding her, taking care of her. 

“I love you, I love you so much Kori” He babbles into her shoulder, hands threaded through her soft hair as she holds him, kind and slightly protective. She lets him cool down, before tapping his shoulder. He nods, slipping off the couch to his knees and pulling her legs over his shoulders. “Time to see how good of a job you did.” She says, as she tugs him between her legs. He sets to work eagerly, indulging in all that she gives him. They don’t part for many hours, and both of them feel more and more in love with every passing minute.

[a-regular-amount-of-spiders]

dick grayson x reader w blood (like kissing his split lip after a fight, u get it)

Oooooo I do get it :3

They/them afab reader babes

This got like, weirdly poetic? I'm not really sure what happened, but this is more esoteric than my usual brand. Hope yo uenjoy all the same!

18+ for smut my loves

Dick spilled through the curtains covering your balcony window with a crash and a bitten off groan. You rush into your living room to see your almost partner splayed on your floor, blood sinking into your carpet. 

  “Fucking Christ!” You yelp, rushing over to his side, hovering nervously over his prone form. 

“Hey, I’m okay” He muttered from your floor.

“Yeah, sure, you going to say something believable this time?” You snap, more out of distress than anger, before taking a deep breath. You can handle this, you know what you’re doing. Probably. You assess his injuries, ignoring whatever dumb shit he has to say to justify the state of him in favor of getting all the wonderful tools afforded to a poor as hell medical student working part time as an EMT.

You work your magic, absently quipping a few jokes here and there as you assess the damage. It’s not as serious as it looks, thankfully. You zone back into reality as you finish cleaning his more severe injuries. He’s giving you a dopey smile that you can’t help but to return, he’s okay. He’s going to be okay. He’s got a lot of superficial cuts, so he looks a bloody mess despite barely losing any blood.

“Am I gonna live doc?” He gives you that lopsided smile that makes you want to kiss him, so you do.

“Idiot” you respond fondly. The coppery taste of blood on his split lip dances across your tongue. A sharp metallic twang that intertwines with a flavor that is uniquely him. You nip his bottom lip, just to hear him groan and just to feel his fingers tighten around your plush hips. He leans in, positioning himself in your lap. Hard, muscle-corded thighs splaying wide over your thick ones.

“You’re so soft.” He whispers in your ear, nipping it almost meanly, smearing blood down your neck as he places little kisses and sucks bruises on your skin, hand threading into your hair. You press your fingers into a wound on the inside of his arm, just to watch him tense. You still gasp when he pulls your hair back, when he digs his teeth into your neck and rocks his hip forward. You love when he gets like this, when the endorphins and relief of making it through a night almost gone horribly wrong go straight to his head and his cock. “And you’re so needy.” You take his hands in your own, placing them on your hips, just beneath your night shirt. He squeezes them, kneads his fingers into you, always fixated on how your body differs so much from his own. Dick leans in to kiss you again, this one slower, more considerate as he rolls his hips into yours, hands drifting up to trace the scars from top surgery,  then over your sensitive nipples, pinching and twist with a smug and bloodied grin that has you grabbing his arousal with a firm grip that makes him whimper, and makes the smug grin melt into those pretty watery blue eyes getting wide and pleasing. His long agile fingers drift lower, across your stomach and slipping beneath your waist band to stroke your clit and get his fingers slick enough to press into you at a pace just shy of desperate. He’d figured out all your sweet spots a long time ago, so even with the haze of endorphins and lust cast over his mind, he finds them easily. He presses into your hand eagerly, seemingly unable to help himself as you lick up the blood beading lazily on his open wounds. You’ll have to clean him after, when he’s plaint and clingy, but it won’t be hard. This is one of the few circumstances where he allows you to take care of him easily. You lean into whisper praise in his ear, you tell him how good he is, how he’s being so sweet for you, how he’s so lovely like this, and he starts to fall apart. Neither of you last long like this, a little slice of time where there;s no ego or competition. Where neither of you is scared of your wants, or worried about driving each other away. You fall apart in each other’s hands, clothes still on, because like this there’s no pretense. You’re just glad he’s here. Your love allowing him to covet tenderness. His vulnerability allowing you to covet the feeling of being needed. Of being irreplaceable. Your orgasm washes over you like honey sluggishly warming your veins. You lean against each other for awhile. The floor is cold and uncomfortable beneath your knees which are pressed in an uncomfortable fold. You hold each other despite the blood and sweat soaking your clothes, stick and gross, because in the face of the simple euphoria of loving human contact none of that matters. When reality creeps in, city breathing with cars and lights just outside of your window, you both drag yourself to the bathroom. You wash his hair of the dirt and grime, of thee smokey, ripe city air. He washes his blood off your hands, He cleans your body and you clean his soul. You collapse into your bed together, wrapped tight in each others arms- neither willing to go in between dreams, nightmares, and the waking.

[a-regular-amount-of-spiders]

Reviewer, refusing to engage with the characters or accept type of game: I just didn’t feel connected to this game, and that makes it a bad game >:(

[a-regular-amount-of-spiders]

When you want to talk to her for hours but it’s like 4 am and you care about her getting sleep also

[a-regular-amount-of-spiders]

Request: Dick struggles between following what his heart wants & what his body needs.

18+!!

Okay I went ever so slightly rogue and made this DickRoy. So if you want the same prompt, different pairing(or an angstier take), just lemme know!

Very mild dubious consent warning (ivy’s pollen, bc that is ofc what came to mind on this one. Everyone is fully consenting dw.)

Additional Angst warning. This is the weepiest sex I’ve ever written:

Dick is quite certain that someone cursed him, because his luck hasn’t been this bad in a long time. First, there was an Arkham breakout that got him called to Gotham on his night off. Sure, he was looking forward to relaxing, but teaming up with his family isn’t the worst thing.

But then, there was a mind controlled Ivy which is never something Dick wants to be within 3 cities of. Ivy normally doesn’t sway too far from ecoterrorism. Of course, this is still a problem, but normally the worst thing she does is kill someone.

This feels significantly more bad, somehow. Barbara had read off her conclusions about 40 minutes ago and Dick was still coming to terms with it. Sex pollen. Of course, why wouldn’t he be the only one in his family to have gotten a face full of it? At least his misfortune had led to everyone else wearing respirators in time. 

When they asked if he had someone to help him, he’d said yes! Because the alternative was, what, exactly? Sleep with his ex? Or a family member? No. No thank you- he’s quite fine stumbling to his safe room and pretending like taking care of himself will do anything. He’s survived ‘unsurvivable’ situations on pure will power before, he can do it again. Right?

But, well…

He hadn’t exactly made it to his safe house. He’d landed pretty hard on a roof, messing up a landing he’s never missed in his life, and has been trying to meditate through his labored breathing for the past half hour or so. It wasn’t working. His hand had drifted to palm at his cup to little effect. Dick refused to just jerk off on a roof though. God what if someone saw?

His head thunked back against the wall. The image he was currently painting wasn’t much better, messy and desperate, but at least his cock wasn’t out. He’s so fixated on trying to control his body that he doesn’t even hear the heavy thud of boots nearby until Roy speaks.

“Jesus. Jason was being serious.” Roy sounded surprised. Rude.

“If you’re here to make fun of me, please just go.” This was officially the worst day of his life. Of course the person to come across him was the guy who he’d had a crush on since he knew what crushes were. He’d been so careful rebuilding a relationship with Roy, and now it was all for nothing. Roy would think he’s disgusting, and never look him in the eyes again.

“Wow. You sure think highly of me.” Came the biting, sarcastic response. Dick wanted to banter back, to hide the way Roy’s voice dipping into a low, angry register made him feel. Instead he gasped, squeezing himself- again, to little effect- before he could even think of stopping himself. Roy stopped short, far too close for comfort, and crouched down so Dick could see those sharp green eyes. He should look away, if he kept staring Roy was going to figure it out-  DIck was going to ruin everything all over again.

Just, he just had to look away, stare at the distant neon lights and pretend like he couldn’t smell Roy’s smokey cologne.

“Well, that’s an interesting response.” Roy grins, cocky as ever.

“Wh-what do you want?” Dick whines, can’t help it at this point, his body feels like it’s on fire and all he wants to do is beg Roy to rail him right here on this roof. But the little sliver of reason is screaming at him not to, because if he does- if he does…

      If he does ask, Roy probably will, and knowing him he’d even be horribly sweet about it. For all that Roy could come off as callous, he’s always been a good man where it mattered. Dick doesn’t want to know if he matters to Roy these days. He doesn’t want to add more fuel to his pipe dream of waking up in those strong arms, of tipping that stupid hat up to kiss him soft on the lips as he leaves. Dick’s body needs Roy, needs anyone, but having him like this will break his heart. This isn’t what he wanted, he doesn’t want to do this ever again with someone who doesn’t love him the same way he loves them. A dedicated and kind love full of understanding and devotion. This- this would just be a pity fuck because Dick had been a little unlucky.

Fingers tap against his forehead, and Dick hadn’t even realized how badly he’d been spiraling. Roy looked worried.

   “Listen, I get why you wouldn’t want your family to see this, trust me, but Jay said you had someone to go to. Where are they?” Roy has his phone out, always so ready to help- he shouldn’t, Dick would take too much. He always takes too much. Dick shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut. Roy just needs to go away, leave him here to wait it out.

   “Dude, seriously? We’ve had our falling outs, but I thought you trusted me.” Roy huffs when he doesn’t answer, frustrated, angry at his own helplessness. “If you don’t want me to know who it is, can you at least tell me when they’re getting here? Or that they’re aware that if they don’t hurry their ass up, you could die?” Roy tucks his phone away, which is good, but doesn’t leave. Dick is squirming, his skin feels like it’s boiling off, he’s panting and minutely rolling his hips trying to find some release. None of it works.

“I don’t- there’s no one. I’ll be fine. Just g-go home. I’ll be fine” He babbles, at this point Dick is talking to Roy as much as he is to himself.

“Wh- no one?! Are you fucking serious?” Roy snaps, and Dick slams his head back into the wall as he tenses to stop himself from making another stupid sound. He manages a nod. Roy finally disappears. There’s some muttering in the background, Roy seems to be yelling at someone, before he’s back in front of Dick, tapping his cheek. Dick can’t help but grab the hand, pressing his face into it, lightly kissing Roy’s palm.

“Oh-kay.” Roy breathes out, measured and slow “given how long it’s been you’re down to four options for who’s helping you. Me, Wally, Babs, or Kon. They’re the only ones who can be with you in time.” Roy doesn’t let go, which is nice. His words are not.

Dick is shaking his head violently before the man even finishes.

“No. They don’t- no. I don’t want it.” He stutters out, hot tears spilling over. Is it so much to ask that he just has a nice time with someone he loves? Why does his stupid body have to betray him like this? Dick hates the foggy, painful feeling building up. His heart feels like it’s going to explode.

“They don’t what, Dickie?” Roy picks him up, and Dick wraps around him like a limpet, burying his face into the man’s neck. He smells nice, like a piece of the forest got lost in the city. Cedar and oil, and the undertone of hard work.

“They don’t love me. None of you- not like that. I don’t want it if you don’t.” he chokes on the words gripping tighter, and Roy holds him, it feels so good he can’t even bring himself to be embarrassed by the way he falls apart.

Roy is silent, and the silence gives Dick enough space for two realizations to piece his jumbled thoughts-

One: they were entering what seemed to be a safe house, and Two: he was grinding on Roy’s hip. He shoves himself away, landing hard on the concrete floor with rushed apologies. He’s harshly wiping at tears when Roy gently pulls his hands away from his own face.

“Dick. I really-“ Roy’s jaw tightened, steeling himself “I love you. I have for ages. if that’s the problem here then-“ Roy is going to say something but that doesn’t matter because he loves him. He loves him, and that means Dick can kiss him all he likes. He shoves Roy into the wall with more force than he meant to, teeth clacking gracelessly as he kissed Roy with a near violent passion. Roy’s hand threaded through his hair, guiding him into a more gentle exploration of each other's lips.

“Where’re the catches on your suit?” Roy whispered, nipping down Dick’s neck in a way that drew little gasps from him. Dick shoved down his suit, stripping things off as fast as his fumbling hands allow. As soon as his hips are free, Roy is grabbing firm handfuls of Dick’s ass to hoist him up onto his thigh, so he can grind his weeping cock into the thick muscle. Pleasure races across his spine, little sparks of warmth that pool in his belly. Maybe Roy is lying, but Dick can ignore that just this once. Even if he would rather take him out on a nice date, go skating. Maybe watch Robin Hood or something in each other’s arms. If this is how he could have Roy, at least it felt good. At least he felt loved here, at this moment. His heart ached, and his body burned. He wants so badly for this to be months into their relationship. To be planned and discussed, but that’s not the reality of it. Roy carries them to the bed, it feels clean and well maintained. Dick turns his head into the sheets to give Roy further access to his neck, and the sheets smell clean. “Hey, what do I need to do for you?” Roy asks, so soft and gentle in his exploration of Dick’s bodies. Kind hands running up his body, as greedy as they are considerate. Dick makes an incoherent, but vaguely questioning sound. Roy’s hands are so big on his chest. “Focus.” Roy growled, pulling Dick’s hair in a way that made him keen, long and loud. “W-what?” Dick pants, unfocused ocean eyes blinking up at him. “To help you get through this okay, what do you need?” Roy repeats his question, thumb resting on Dick’s bottom lip. “J-just need to get off. I-it-” Dick tries to explain further, about how it impairs your motor control so that assistance is required, but all he manages is a vague hand motion. “Hm.” Roy hums, before kissing down Dick’s torso, pausing to ask: “You okay if I put my mouth on you sweetheart?” He’s watching Dick with hooded eyes. His hat is gone. “Please, please Roy I need you-” Dick presses his hips up into Roy’s chest where it nearly pins him down.  Roy presses him back into the bed, continuing his path down to Dick’s cock, wasting no time taking it into his mouth. Dick’s back bows, because Roy is swallowing him down to the hilt and doing something utterly ungodly with his tongue that had Dick spilling down his throat embarrassingly fast. He doesn’t soften, and Roy doesn’t stop until Dick is desperately patting his shoulder. “Too much, too much Roy.” He whines, and Roy pulls off, moving up the bed to sit with his back to the headboard. He pulls Dick to sit between his legs. “Do I need to keep going?” He asks gently, and Dick pulls the man’s arms around his waist just to feel it. He can feel Roy’s stubble scraping his shoulder lightly. It’s not too hard to imagine that they’re in a slightly different situation, one that was more intentional on both of their parts. Dick nods, but- “C-can you hold me first?” He feels pathetic, but he needs it so, so badly. “Yeah, God. Of course.” Roy’s voice is rough, but Dick is too out of it to place the emotion. It doesn’t matter either way because Dick is pulling him close, warm and safe. It’s everything Dick though it might be. Better even, because there’s things he hadn’t thought of, like the way Roy hooks a leg over his waist too bring him in even closer. Dick hadn’t realized Roy was that flexible. “Ready?” No. “Yes.” Dick wants this to be over, but he wants Roy to hold him forever. Roy wraps his hand around Dick’s cock and from there his orgasms start to blend together. He feels gross and tired by the end of them, and thinks he says as much to Roy. Roy just nods, and helps him clean up. Dick drifts between awake and asleep, but he’s fully aware when Roy tucks him in, and his hand shoots out to grab his wrist. When he asks Roy to please, please stay. Please hold him. Roy does, tucking Dick into his chest like he’s the most precious thing in the world, and Dick is able to forget that with the morning likely comes heartbreak. END NOTE: So. Thoughts? Should I make a Part 2? Roy's POV

Part Two