#mm: grayson

[if-mirrormine]

i'll always save you

summary: grayson is called out on a case involving the mc.

pairing: grayson x mc

word count: 8029

based on the request: i was wondering what would happen if grayson got a call while on duty that mc crashed into a river somehow, and when they get there, mcs body isn't in the car, but there's evidence their body was there, like blood or broken glass, but mc happened to get out of the car and swam to the bank/shore of the river? like mcs just laying on the shore, soaked, out of breath, and kinda injured👀

**unedited//me? writing a drabble at 1 a.m.? it's more likely than you think.**

request a drabble here!

grayson sits idly at his desk, his leg bouncing up and down as he flicks in his pen between his index and middle fingers. he's bored. it's a slow night, which he should be grateful for, but the lack of crime means only one thing: paperwork. mountains of it. taking up the entirety of his desk and blocking his view of the other half of the precinct. perhaps if he didn't put off the task until last minute he wouldn't be here now but even with nothing else to, he can't bring himself to do it.

he's just about to convince himself to get to work when kelsey comes into view. he didn't even hear her get up from her desk across from his and walk over. but now that she's in front of him, he's happy to have something else to do.

"i'd ask how its going over here but given that you've been staring into space for the last half hour, i'd say that answers my question." she sits on the edge of his desk, her arms crossed over her chest as she glances down at the files behind her.

"can you blame me?" he sighs before tossing his pen on the desk, leaning back on his chair as he drags his hands through his hair. "i'm this close to blowing my brains out."

quirking up an eyebrow at him, she smiles. "do i need to take your gun and put it on a high shelf somewhere?"

he grins. "aren't i taller than you?"

"semantics," she says, waving him off. "you want something to do?"

resisting the urge to bolt out of his chair and out the precinct, he sits up straighter, entirely more alert at the prospect of getting to put off doing paperwork slightly longer. "why didn't you lead with that?" he questions and she rolls her eyes playfully. "what is it?"

"got a call while you were daydreaming," she says. "some idiot drove their car off a bridge. my money's on drunk driver."

at that, he stands up, whipping his jacket off the back of his chair and pulling it on. "it usually is." looking at his partner, he gestures to the exit. "what are we waiting for? let's go."

sliding off the desk, she rolls her eyes again and follows him out.

the bridge has been cordoned off, the night illuminated by red and blue flashing lights. there's an officer waiting for them when they arrive, explaining what happened without so much as a hello. there had indeed been a drunk driving, swerving in and out of lanes before throwing themselves out of their vehicle and into traffic. they currently sit in the back of an ambulance, mostly unharmed, and their car still sitting on the bridge.

"i though the call was about someone driving off the bridge," kelsey says, confusion twisting her features.

"someone did drive off the bridge, ma'am," the officer says and she narrows her eyes at him. "probably to avoid killing the guy. though they're probably worse off now than if they had run him over."

"probably?" grayson questions. "you mean no ones gone down to check?"

the officer pales slightly, shrinking back into himself as he avoids looking at him in the eye. "n-no, sir. it's really difficult to get down there, we were waiting for more experienced personnel."

"unbelievable." taking a deep breath, grayson fixes the officer with a look that would be sure to kill. "we'll go check. make yourself useful and get the witness statements."

"yes, sir!" the officer runs off quickly, nearly tripping over his feet in an attempt to get away from them.

"do i really look like ma'am?" kelsey asks as they begin walking over.

"what would you have preferred he called you?"

"oh, i don't know... detective montgomery maybe?"

"he probably doesn't know any better," grayson grumbles. "he barely looks old enough to be a highschool student, let alone fresh out of the academy." kelsey snorts as they come to a stop at the side of the bridge. the ravine falls off into darkness at a near ninety degree angle and when he shines his flashlight down, rocks and mud pave the way down to the water. looking at kelsey, he finds she's already looking at him.

straightening her back, she salutes him. "godspeed, soldier."

he sighs at the thought of having to go down there by himself but he doesn't argue the matter. "at least there are paramedics on standby," he says. "i imagine i'll be needing one by the time i get to the bottom."

kelsey grins at him. "on the bright side, you won't have to do any more paperwork."

"because i'll be dead? yeah, i'd sure hope so."

"i'll tell your mother you loved her."

he rolls his eyes in amusement as he begins his descent. his shoes slide slightly in the mud and he has to slow his pace to not fall but after what feels like forever, he makes it to the bottom. the river is oddly calm, the waves lapping softly at his feet and he shines his flashlight over the water in search of the car. in the middle of the river, somewhat under the bridge, black metal sparkles under the light. the tail end of the car stick out of water, the window of the backseat just barely visible and he swings the beam of flashlight around to look for the licence plate.

"how's it looking, gray?" kelsey calls down to him and he glances up at her briefly to see her standing with her own flashlight.

"well it's not great," he calls back. "im looking for the plates."

as soon as the words leave his mouth, his eyes latch onto the sequence of numbers and letters and he quickly realises its one that he's got memorised. his blood runs cold, his heart damn near stops beating and he's filled with all the same dread and panic he felt ten years ago.

mc. it always come back to the mc.

he's in the water before he even knows it. kelsey is calling him again, demanding to know what the hell he's doing and why but he can't think of anything else but his best friend. he has to get to them, he has to save them. nothing else matters.

his own name is the last thing he hears as he dives below the surface, the ice cold water shocking his system that he almost exhales all his oxygen. weighed down by his clothes, he forces his limbs to work even harder and before long, he sees the vague outline of the car in the murky water.

confusion takes over when he presses his face to the passenger side window and sees that the car is empty, the drivers door hanging open. empty. they mustve been able to escape before the car went under. relief begins to take over as he swims to the surface. oh, his brilliant mc.

gasping for the breath when he breaks the surface, he thrashes around, attempting to search for them in the darkness. he dropped his flashlight somewhere between seeing the licence plate and diving in the water, and he regrets not holding onto it a little tighter. he screams their name, hoping with everything fibre of his being that they're nearby and can hear him.

"grayson!" kelsey calls to him and he looks back to see her standing where he did just moments before, having made her way down the ravine when he dived in.

"it's mc!" he calls back. "they made it out; look for them along the shoreline!"

he doesn't wait for her response, instead swimming as fast as he can to the other side of the river. pulling himself out and wiping the water from his eyes, he takes off running again. his panic comes flooding back in full force, the relief he felt dwindling fast the further he goes. he screams their name, over and over again, only to be met by silence each time. not again, he thinks. please not again.

he skids to a stop when he sees a body lying on the shore and he stops breathing for a moment before he's moving again. dropping to his knees beside them, the pale light of the moon illuminating their face and he cries in relief upon seeing its mc. they're bruised and cut up, blood drying on their face but their chest rises and falls ever so slightly and that's enough for him.

"i'm here, mc," he says, pulling them into his arms and eliciting a groan from them. "you're okay." he rises to his feet, holding them close to his chest as he makes his way back to the bridge. he hates the thought of almost losing them a second time but he tries to focus on the positive, of them alive in his arms. pressing a kiss to their hair, he makes a vow to himself to do whatever it takes to keep them safe, no matter the cost.

[softfairies]

Grayson Donohue

grayson's turn! made a version of him w/o beard and another with ! as always, he belongs to @if-mirrormine <3

[ashoss]

average patrol w hood and wing

[therealladylucifer]

Do you guys think Dick watches the gymnast part of the Olympics and yells at his screen

[jakelckley]

vampy dick grayson inspired by this fanart <33

@cherih3

[bataranqs]

5 Happy Things

09/03/2022

1. Lychee drinks

2. Taro drinks

3. Lychee jelly in drinks!!!

4. Ice Capps

5. Goofy straws

[eloreenmoon]

#Review: The Royal Curse (Twilight Mages Book 1) by @eliotgraysonauthor #LGBTQ #RecentRelease #Romance #Fantasy #Magic

Moonbeams over Atlanta welcomes Eliot Grayson to the blog.  Welcome to the first post on the new site. 🙂 Eliot is a new author to me but was intrigued by the burb they sent to me in Instagram direct message and wanted to read it. Note: A reader copy was provided for an honest review.  The book released on Amazon December 7th, 2023. The Blurb: Dawn mage. Twilight mage. Cursed, useless,…

[deadsetobsessions]

As the girl who came up with the Triplet! Tim AU PLEASSEEEEE continue it!!!!! I NEED to see Bruce who thought he had one robin finding out he actually has three separate completely different ones

I gotchu lmfao I think I’ll get to Bruce later? I’m really happy you liked it omg like that idea is so good

——

Their plan was perfect! It would have been perfect, had it not been for Dick Grayson and his nosy face!

Batman might not have known his identity, but Dick Grayson did. He promised to keep it from Batman, but Tim hadn’t exactly thought about his secret identity when he showed up to harass the man into being Robin again.

And now, they’re paying for it.

Tim leaned back and crossed his arms as he watched Dick cradle his head in his hands, looking half a short breath away from a mental breakdown.

“Are you telling me… there’s three of you?”

“Yes, Dick.” Tim sighed, having answered this exact question ten times in the past two minutes.

Dick lifted his head, wide eyes looking a little feverish… no, looking a little manic.

“Tim. Your name is Tim, right? I’m not-”

“Yes, my name is Tim. Technically, so are the others. But the one here with us is Lionel.”

“No, wait, Tim, you understand how this is- insane, right? It’s not even remotely in the realm of mentally healthy.” Dick paused. “Wait, are you skipping school right now?!?”

“Has anyone ever told you your priorities are screwed up, Dick?” Lionel-Tim walked back into the room, hands full of snacks and, most importantly, Dick’s emergency marshmallow bag. Dick turned to Lionel, eyes full of guilt, and grabbed the bag of marshmallows like a dehydrated man in the middle of a desert who’s only couple of feet away from an oasis that he’s been looking for for days.

“Oh my god. I’ve had three younger brothers and I thought they were all the same kid!” Dick wailed, grabbing a handful of marshmallows and stress cramming it into his mouth. Tim threw him a disgusted look.

“To be fair, we made sure to train to act like each other from a really early age,” Tim said, snatching the bag of chips that Lionel chucked at his head. His snack laden triplet plonked himself on the plush spinning chair, shoving a hand inside the bag of gummy worms and cramming it down his throat as he spun around.

“I can’t believe I’ve never even checked up on you at your place!! If I did, I would have noticed it way earlier!”

“Probably not,” Lionel mumbled through his mouthful of colorful gummy worms. “You only caught us because Tim got beat half to death by an edgy crime lord teenager.”

Dick hunched into himself, a myriad of complicated emotions- largely, guilt and fury and heartbreak- wormed its way past his face. Tim glared and threw a chip at his triplet.

“It’s fine, Dick. Lionel’s just being an asshole. We’re taking care of it. Revenge prank.” Tim explained.

“He wouldn’t have caught us and you know it.” Lionel grumbled.

“I’ll help.” Dick mumbled dejectedly.

“You’ll have to get in line, Wing,” Tim went back to his laptop. “My thirds got first dibs, and I’m not planning on staying still either. I’m gonna mess with Jason’s slush funds.”

“He’s got a stash of cash locked up in the fourth safe house, but that’s not interesting. Look!” Lionel proudly displayed a duffle bag- from where he got it from, Dick had no clue- and unzipped it to show batteries, lightbulbs, and random bits and bobs.

“What is that?” Dick asked.

“That’s the second lightbulb in his bathroom light! This is the left battery in his TV remote! And this is half of his back up boot laces. I took all of his 10 mm sockets! And the specialized socket he got for his bike! And this,” Lionel grinned, lifting up a piece of fabric. “Is his pillow case!”

“Niceee.” Tim whistled. He tossed a piece of tech at Lionel. “Sneak back into his house and put that in between his pillows. It’ll keep both sides uncomfortably warm.”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Is… this revenge for almost killing you?” Dick asked.

“It’s either this or complete and total financial ruin, social death, and then actual death.” Tim tapped away at his laptop.

“You’re kind of scary, you know that?”

“We know!” Lionel chirped.

“Base, come in.”

“Base,” Tim quickly replied, laser focused on Archy’s call. Lionel and Dick quieted.

“Hood’s lurking outside the school like a creep,” Archy muttered into the comm, papers rustling behind him.

Dick tensed, upset making itself visible once more.

“You still have the container I gave you this morning in your pocket?”

“Yes.”

Tim smirked in a way that made Dick suddenly have a horrible need to shake and lecture him on the moralities of not becoming a villain. “It’s glitter. Purple and pinks.”

“…Ah.”

“Godspeed, Archy!” Lionel chirped again, sounding slightly more demented.

A moment of silence before-

“Oof!” A puff. “Oh, no! I’m so sorry, mister!”

On the other end of the comm, the gruff voice of a beefy teenager spluttered, “What- why do you- egh- my mouth! The glitter went into- pleh, pleh! What the fuck, kid?!”

“I’m so sorry! It was supposed to be for a project! I worked so hard to mix the colors right! Wait, stay still, mister! I’ll help!”

Archy, eyes wide and innocent, patted some more glitter onto the vigilante.

“No, stop! Stop! You’re getting it on my bike!”

“It’s a pretty color- oh hey, this is open-”

“No! That’s the fuel tank!”

“Oh! Whoops! Sorry!”

As chaos spread on the other side of the comms, Tim and Lionel burst into cackles. Dick choked on the marshmallows, helplessly shaking with laughter.

Lionel whacked at Dick’s back, hysterically giggling.

“That’s- that’s Archy?”

“Archy pretending to be Lionel pretending to be me yeah. I hope he got glitter in the fuel tank.” Tim grinned.

“Want me to patrol tonight to see if he got the glitter out of his bike?”

Lionel jabbed his pointy elbows onto Dick’s shoulders. “Absolutely. Distract him, too! I gotta mess with his safe houses. He’ll never feel comfortable in a safe house ever again.”

“Don’t go overboard, Lionel.” Tim looked up. “But also, I changed his WiFi passwords to 123456, so do with that what you will.”

Lionel grinned. Dick mustered up a smile in response, pushing the guilt away. He had a lot to make up to his little brothers, and if terrorizing Jason was how he was going to accomplish that… well, Dick’s not feeling too nice about Jason right now.

——

Batman squinted suspiciously at a humming Nightwing.

“Something happen?” He managed to ask.

“Hm? Oh, no, I got some nice pictures.”

“…I see.”

Batman, regardless of what his history might suggest, knew how to pick his battles. This? This thing that brought Nightwing’s murder smile? This was one battle he was willing to walk away from.

“Hey, B, you ever think about adopting more kids?”

Batman choked and promptly grappled away. Nightwing cackled.

“You can’t escape the question!”

Batman ran faster.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Mm. Pain.

Project R au where Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, and Tim Drake have a kinda sorta custody battle (more like argument) about who should take in Danny.

The twist? None of them want to take Danny in and are trying to force him onto the others. Each has valid reasons not to take Danny in, Jason is a crime lord, Dick has had paparazzi trailing him around lately, Tim is still a minor and can't take in anyone, ect. Theres a million reasons for each of them. Unfortunately no one realized Danny was overhearing all of this from another room.

Danny had spent so much time building his dads up in his mind, thinking that when he finally found them everything would be great. He never even considered his dads wouldn't want him. Heck, how was he supposed to know his dads were adopted brothers? He kinda understands how this was weird but...what about him? He didn't really have anywhere to go but...should he just leave?

Maybe that would be for the best...

[idyllcy]

batfam as couple tiktoks pt.2

word count: 1.7k

summary: couple tiktoks I've seen on douyin with the batboys

𓅫. running off mid-proposal to buy a ring - Bruce Wayne

"So, will you please marry me?" Opening the ring box, Bruce looks up at you. You blink owlishly at Bruce, pursing your lips as you hold your hand up. Bruce tilts his head at you in confusion as you rush off, and your friends and his kids all pause to process what the hell just happened. "Father, I believe this is a no." Damian stares at your retreating figure. "No, I think they'd at least give B the courtesy of a rejection." Steph mumbles. "This... dumbass!" Your friend curses, clicking on her phone violently as she dials again, your phone sending her to voicemail. "Let's just go back." "No." Bruce frowns. "Just a little longer." It eats him alive. Bruce isn't even sure if you'll run back or come back, but he has an inkling of a suspicion that you wouldn't just leave him like that. You've never just run away from him like that— not even when he showed up in front of you half-dead as Batman. You didn't just run away like that. You never have. "Really, Bruce, I think—" "I'm back!" You yell from the distance, Tiffany bag in tow as you run to Bruce, fumbling to get the box out, smiling at him stupidly as you show him the ring. "Will you marry me?" Bruce laughs, a sound coming from his chest as you grin at him, smile lopsided. "Only if you marry me." "Deal." You grin, and Bruce presses his lips to yours. Yes. Always.

𓅫. are you ready, mr. styles? - Dick Grayson

The flood of tiktok notifications comes one morning way before Dick gets out of bed— still sprawled out on your shared bed, and you squint at your phone screen, sleep still all over your face. "... I'm sleeping on the highway tonight?" You click open the notification, blinking as you notice Dick's username, scrolling to the second photo as you listen to the audio. ...Dick made a tiktok about you again. Right. ..oh. You smile as you notice the photo, a familiar one, a photo that Dick had insisted on taking while the two of you were out for dinner a couple of days ago. You click through the audio and confirm your thoughts. Dick posted you to a couple audio again. The news gives you butterflies as you lean down to press a kiss to Dick's temple, yelping as he yanks you down instead, pulling you on top of him as he smiles. "G' morning, gorgeous." "'morning." You smile. "I saw your tiktok." "Did you?" "Yeah." You hum. "Were you planning on telling me?" "No." He mumbles, pressing your head to his heart as you listen to it beat. "Love you." "Love you too."

𓅫. shopping in his arms - Jason Todd

"Which one?" "Mm..." You purse your lips, grimacing. "I want the regular." Jason adjusts you in his arms, mumbling for you to tighten your arms. You listen, craning your neck to try and look behind you at the product. You don't know what prompted him to ask you to do this, but you aren't complaining. You like it (even if your arms don't) "I figured." He hums, reaching for the carton as your arms tighten around his neck. "I'm not going to drop you, you know?" "Shopping like this is really inconvenient." You grumble. "Let me down?" "Mm... no." He grins. "We're only here for this, no?" "We could've just gotten this from the regular market..." "You love this." You can't deny that. "Can we get batburgers later?" "Of course."

𓅫. handcrafting a hairpin for you - Cass Cain

"I have a gift for you." Cass squeezes you gently as she holds the gift bag to the side. "I hope you like it." "I'll like anything you give me." You smile. "What is it?" "I'm taking woodworking, right?" "Yeah?" You take the bag from her, leading her to the couch. "You can open it." You blink at the Chinese written on the wood, tilting your head. "I'm pulling out google translate for this." You fish for your phone. "It's from the song." She mumbles. "my affection is genuine, my love is real, the moon represents my heart." "CASSSS!!!" You sob, throwing your arms around her as you press your cheek to hers. "I love you. I'm love you. I'm in love with you." "I love you too." She smiles. "Open it." You open the box, a sob breaking past your lips as you stare at the hairpin, picking it up as you notice the phoenix and lotus flowers. Your lips pull downward as you stare at Cass, tears forming in your eyes. "Awwh, I love you too, baby," She presses your head to her chest. "Do you like it?" "I love it. I hope they bury me with this." You mumble in tears. Cass laughs.

𓅫. Cause all of the small things that you do - Tim Drake

"...what are these?" Tim looks up from his laptop, noticing the giant bundles in your arm. "Okay, so there's this trend going around Tiktok right now to this song where couples will show off matching blankets, and I got a set for us!" You grin. "Also because you need a new blanket to swap out when your old one smells nasty." "Are you saying I smell?" "I'm not saying you don't." You smile innocently. "Go shower." "I need to finish—" "You're no fashion king while looking like a rat. You're like that one audio. How does it go? claimed he wasn't the rat king but one night you followed him into the sewers and he sat on a makeshift throne and a bunch of rats surrounded him and he definitely said "I am the rat king."" You pause. "The ex-boyfriends audio." "When I finish this case." "You solved your last one two minutes ago when I walked in. Go shower while I unwrap our blankets." You wave him off. "Boo." Tim gets up, stretching his arms as the old blanket falls off his shoulders, and he presses a kiss to the crinkle of your eye, humming. "Can I see the blanket before I shower?" You pull one out, showing him one side, and then the other. "I love it. Thank you, pretty bird."

𓅫. paper rings - Steph Brown

"Steph, pretty girl!!" You land on the couch next to her, cuddling up to her as you show her the new photos you put into a capcut template. "Wait this is—" She shows you her phone screen, and you laugh. It's the same template, your face plastered on it instead. "You wanna marry me with paper rings?" You poke her cheek, grinning. "Says the one who does." She rolls her eyes playfully. "Yeah, I do." You stick your tongue out. "I'll marry you with grass rings if I have to." "Okay, that's not necessary. Worst comes to worst, we rob Bruce." You feign a gasp. "You're evil." "You love me." "I do." You sigh blissfully, kicking your legs. "I'd marry you with ring pops too." "Oh, that's such a steal." She mumbles. "Let's get ring pops for our wedding rings." "Hell yes."

𓅫. hauling a can of water to Duke after sports day - Duke Thomas

"Did you know Duke was so handsome?" one of the girls in class gush. "I'm going to give him water after the event. Surely he'll be sweaty and stuff." "What makes you think he's going to take your water over mine?" Her friend shoves her playfully, grabbing a bottle of her own, running off as your mouth hands open. You blink at the text message Duke sent you beforehand, and then at the emptied shelves in the store on campus. ... they're out of bottles. shit. Your eyes wander to the ground as you spot sealed water cans. That'll do, you suppose. Duke finishes the game relatively quickly. You've grown used to his speed, so when all the girls flock around him to hand him a bottle of water, you settle with calling for Duke instead, waving your hand as you point at the can on the bench next to you. He bursts into laughter as he jogs over to you. "Did they take all of them?" He lifts it effortlessly, cracking the can open as he starts drinking. "You don't know how awful it was." You grimace. "Curse your good genetics." "Honored." He smiles. "So?" "Good game." You grumble, looking to the side, cheeks flushed. "Thank you."

𓅫. the olive theory - Damian Wayne

"I was telling her about it, so she was—" You pick out the olive from your pizza, placing it on Damian's plate. "— talking about how her friend had somehow hooked up with her boyfriend. So now they're trying to break up." Damian nods slowly as you continue. "Now the girl who hooked up with my friend's boyfriend is crying to me about how I need to tell her to calm down. I mean, what was she expecting? Gothamites are insane." You mumble, picking out another olive. "What is your friend planning?" "Arson, but you didn't hear that from me." "Sounds relatively tame. Is she native?" "Not quite. She moved here when she turned ten." You mumble, picking another out, grimacing. "How many olives did they put on this?" "Two more." He hums, reaching over to pick them out for you, popping them into his mouth. "That's why. Todd used to joke about how native gothamites just use their connections to ruin someone's life." "If it were me... I'd just send Tim over." "Not Todd?" "I think, arguably, Tim has committed more war crimes than Jason." You finally bite into your pizza. "If you do the math." Damian pauses to think. "Yes. That checks out." "Thank you, by the way." You mumble. "Maybe next time I'll just make it so that half of the pizza doesn't have olives." "I do not mind, habibi." He looks at you, eyes gentle. "Now, tell me. Did the boyfriend get kicked?" "Oh, he definitely did—"

[if-mirrormine]

What would Grayson think if MC just randomly started speaking perfect polish to him? Even better, if MC just switched to polish mid-conversation?

I hope you're doing well!!!

honestly he wouldn't even notice at first, he'd just respond back in polish on instinct. it would only click a few minutes later, after they've had an entire conversation in polish, and he would just look at the mc like this:

[super-marvel-dc]

Come get the phone

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This popped in my head when I was looking through this list, and I couldn't help but think of a scenario with Dick Grayson (of course, he lives in my head rent free). Checked this like three times for typos, but I was tired so who knows what surprises wait ahead! Ah, I need sleep... Slightly NSFW, so proceed with caution, please! Also poorly written. Yes, that's a warning. So is Dick Grayson, because LOOK AT HIM!

“What are you craving right now?” Dick asks while looking through his phone for take out, not noticing that you scooted closer to him on the couch. “You,” you purr slightly, moving your face close to the side of his, and kissing his cheek. “Oh?” He hums, raising one of his pretty eyebrows as he smirks. “Mm-hmm.” you grin, raising a hand to cup his face to turn it towards yours. “But you know what I also want?” You look down at his soft lips, inching close to them. “What?” Dick's cheeks tint pink as you get closer to his mouth, his breathing speeding up, and heart starting to race. “Chinese food,” you whisper, quickly pecking his lips, then snatching his phone now that he was distracted, and jumping off the couch. “Hey! That's not fair!” He exclaims, his eyes wide and arms thrown out to the side. “Sorry, love, but I know you would've said no if I told you I wanted Chinese again!” You laugh, holding his phone close in case he tries to come after you to retrieve it back. “Well, yeah.” He grabs a pillow from the couch, trying to discretely cover his lap, yet failing and rolling his eyes when he sees you wink. “It's the third time you wanted Chinese food,” he says, chucking another pillow in your direction, smirking when it hits you square in the face. “Ok, firstly: ouch.” You rub your nose, pouting as you throw the pillow back at him, but missing horribly. “And secondly: I can't help that I love Chinese food so much!” You walk back over to the couch, keeping a tight grip on Dick's phone, and sitting next to him. “You love Chinese food more than you love me?” His arm wraps around your shoulders, and he pulls you into his side, kissing your temple softly. “Mmm.” You tilt your head, pretending to think for a moment, a breathless laugh slipping past your lips when he lightly tugs your hair in mock offence. “No, I love you more than Chinese food. I'd give up Chinese food for you.” Dick's teasing smile turns into a soft one when you finish your sentence. “Damn, you really do love me,” he murmurs, leaning his head in to kiss your lips gently. He pulls away after a moment, his beautiful eyes gazing into yours. “I love you, too.” He pecks your forehead, and your heart flutters, eyes soft as you smile at him. “But we're not getting Chinese again.” His hand grabs his phone, shoving it into the front of his pants before you could react. Your smile drops, a deadpanned expression now taking its place. “I am not afraid to reach in there, you know...” You raise your eyebrows, pointing to his jeans, and staring at him for a few seconds, your gaze glancing from his eyes to his pants. “I know.” He grin mischievously, a wicked glint on his face. “If you really want Chinese food then come get the phone.” Dick spreads his legs, the pillow that was resting on his lap earlier falling to the floor. He throws his arms over the back of the couch, a permanent grin etched on his pretty face as he watches you walk towards him with determination.

Please, do not steal my work

[sturniololovesss]

It Was Nothing.

Pairing: Dad!Chris × Fem!Reader

Summary: Grayson heard Y/N screaming last night and he didn't know what to do.

Warnings:smut, lying(?)

Smut Summary: missionary, p in v, unprotected sex (w bc).

Disclaimer: I took a little inspo from @sturniolos-blog. She has MANY amazing stories.

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8:12 a.m

I stir awake from my sleep as I hear the sound of very soft snoring in my ear,coming from Chris' sleeping figure.

I layed on Chris and I's bed for a few minutes before getting up and getting ready.

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After I got ready,I walked into my 4-year-olds room as I saw him awake on his bed, still laying under the covers.

I switched on the lights as Grayson quickly jolted up on the bed as I smiled from his little action.

"Well good morning Mister!" I said as I walked to the bed, leaning down to hug Grayson.

"Good Morning Mommy!" Grayson said before kissing my cheek.

I returned the favour before speaking, "Y'know, dad's not up yet." I started. Grayson's eyebrows furrowed with anger as I said that sentence but I brushed it off before continuing. "Wanna help me make the waffles?" I asked him as he nodded ferishly.

I laughed, "Alright! Let's get you ready for the day and we'll get started!" I said as Grayson got up and ran to his bathroom.

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8:38 a.m

As I cut up strawberries for the waffles, Grayson sat on the counter, on the space next to me, eating pieces of strawberries.

As I started to cut the strawberries, I heard Chris come into the kitchen as he said, "Good Morning!" Chris said cheerfully.

"Good Morning." I said through a giggle as Chris took out the orange juice from the fridge before coming between me and Grayson.

As he leaned in to kiss me, I heard Grayson yell, "No! No! Get away from Mommy!" He said pushing Chris away from me.

Chris backed away, "Gray, what's wrong?" He asked, putting his hands up in defense.

"You'll hurt her again! Leave her alone!" Grayson said as I furrowed my eyebrows.

"What do you mean buddy?" I asked as I put down the knife, crossing my hands.

"You were screaming and crying last night." Grayson said, making my mind wonder to last night.

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9:58 p.m - Last Night

I layed on the bed as Chris hovered over me, thrusting into me harshly.

"Oh my god!" I moaned as my hands wondered to the pillow underneath my head as I squeezed it.

Chris leaned down to kiss me before pulling away, "Yeah? You like that?" Chris groaned before going faster with his thrusts,making me cry out with pleasure.

"Holy shit! Mm,fuck Chris!" I moaned loud, more louder than I wanted to, as one of my hands let go of the pillow I was holding and trailed down to my clit, rubbing soft circles.

"I'm gonna cum! Oh god, oh god!" I moaned as I looked up at Chris, holding eye contact.

Chris pulled me back into a kiss. The kiss was sloppy but still felt so loving.

"Go ahead baby, go ahead." Chris said in hushed tone.

That made my orgasm wash over me as I climaxed all over Chris' member.

I moaned loud as my back arched from the bed.

Chris continued to chase his own release as he continued to thrust into me, resulting in me starting to feel overstimulated.

I whimpered as Chris continued to thrust his member in and out of me.

"Chris, it's too much." I whimpered as my eyes screwed shut.

"It's okay baby, you can do it. Come on, I'm almost there. Holy shit." Chris groaned as his own high arrived.

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8:40 a.m

"Grayson, what are you tal-" Chris started but stopped as he connected the pieces, which made him snort.

I hit him on his chest, making him cover his mouth.

"Why are you laughing? Hurting Mommy is not funny!" Grayson said as he cfossed his arms.

"Baby, Daddy and I were.........watching a movie and I got scared. Daddy wasn't hurting me." I elaborated, trying to think of something on the spot.

Chris removed his hand from by his mouth before speaking, "Yeah, champ, y'know your mom's a scaredy cat." Chris said making me hit his arm, giggling as he dodged it.

"Are you sure, Mommy? You sounded hurt." Grayson said as he watched me.

"I'm sure Gray, I'm fine." I said, kissing him on his head.

"Now, I'm hungry. Can we eat please?" Chris said before picking up Grayson and walkkng him to the table before walking back to me.

"You gotta be more quiet next time, baby." Chris said in my ear before slapping my ass.

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Taglist: @junnniiieee07

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I watched this for 15 minutes contemplating if to post this or not.

Anyway,requests are always open!

LOVE Y'ALL!!🫶🏻🫶🏻

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[roipecheur]

Honestly. While the 'Jason as Tim's Robin' thing can be cute fanon, the ship hits so much better with the closer to canon version of them being each other's number one hater.

Baby Tim seething every time he sees Robin!Jason show up in the news whispering, fuck you fuck you fuck you, I want Dick Grayson back, I could be a better Robin than you, who the fuck do you think you are-- and then being like. Sad when Jason dies because someone died, but mostly caring about how it's hurting Bruce, and seeking out information about Jason solely to help Bruce and maybe Dick. One day he'll watch a video of Jason being a happy kid or read one of his school essays and realize that this was a whole person. That died in a really horrible way. A kid not that much older than him. As soon as Tim's alone, he sobs his fucking eyes out because he's sorry and he's scared it could happen to him and he's guilty for all the stuff that he felt before.

And then Jason comes back, and Tim's angrier at him for not being that kid than he is for Jason breaking into Titans Tower and beating the shit out of him. Like, all the time Tim tried to live up to Jason, and this is how he is when he comes back? This is what he does? It's not right to feel like that, and Tim knows it's not right, and he's just fucking angrier at Jason for making him this way.

Jason hating Tim because he looks at him and sees too much of Bruce, a little rich boy who had everything but still had to go and put on a costume. Who's stupid and didn't take the very pointed warning Jason gave him (beating the shit out of him, easily) and who is definitely going to fucking die. Like, who looks at what happened to Jason and leaves his fucking mansion to sign up to be next? Who does this fucking kid think he is?

When Tim does "die", Jason punches a wall and gets so drunk he throws up and he can't go anywhere near Bruce, if he does he'll rip his fucking head off for letting this happen to someone else. After Tim comes back, Jason gets super protective of him and keeps showing up on patrol, scaring away anyone who gets close to Tim, and then fucking off, and Tim fucking hates it and Jason won't stop doing it because he's the only one smart enough to see it needs to be done.

Tim hates everything Jason represents, and Jason hates everything Tim represents. Mm. Makes me want to put these bitches into a situation where they have to confront each other as people rather than as extensions of their relationship to Bruce or to the Robin mantle, and also fucknasty about it.

[sanguineterrain]

could i request something with dick where he returns home to reader like almost at dawn and just immediately collapses into bed to cuddle them? i know it’s kind of boring and simple but i’d love nothing more than to wake up w/ mr grayson 😭

short n sweet <3 thanks for requesting!

dick grayson x gn!reader. fluffy cuddles. iubire = 'my love' in romanian.

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You jolt awake at a hand on your cheek. Your legs are tangled in a small throw quilt for the couch and half your body is wedged between the cushions.

"Hey," Dick whispers. "Sorry to wake you, honey."

Milky masked eyes stare at you. Dick's knelt in front of the couch, still in his suit. He peels the domino mask off and tilts his head. Bits of sealant and irritated skin surround his eyes, a consequence of wearing a mask for too long.

"Hi," you say, reaching for him and gently touching his face.

His hand slides up and down your arm and you feel the apology before he says it.

"I'm sorry I'm back so late," he says. "Emergency."

"It's Blüdhaven. I'm not surprised," you say back, sleepily petting his hair. "You don't have to apologize. I know what I signed up for."

Dick catches your hand and kisses your palm.

"Were you waiting up for me?" he asks.

"Um… I attempted to wait up for you. Dunno when I fell asleep."

His face softens even further.

"You don't have to do that," he says.

"Mm. Pretty sure we've had this conversation before. I'm gonna worry and I'm gonna wait up."

Dick leans in and kisses your temple. He rests his lips there for a few moments. You wrap your arm around his neck. He strokes your thigh, like he has to touch you. You could sleep like this. You could die like this.

"Let's go to bed, iubire."

Loving him is bliss. You want to tell him, but your brain can't form the words currently. You hug him tighter, cheek to cheek, and hope he understands. Dick laughs softly and pets your back.

"I gotta shower. I'll be ten minutes, max."

He untangles himself. Your hands are the last to separate, fingers lingering on yours. The bathroom light turns on. You wrap the quilt from the couch around your shoulders and pad into your shared bedroom.

It's especially cold tonight and the temperature change shocks your nervous system. You curl into a ball and doze as you wait for Dick to finish.

You wake up to Dick crawling into bed. He kisses your shoulder.

"Sorry, sorry," he whispers, lifting the blanket. "Sleep, I'm here."

"Hold me," you mumble, patting the bed in search of his hand.

Dick curls around you immediately. His chest is against your back, and he puts an arm around your belly and a leg over your legs. The tip of his nose rests on your neck. He's warm from the shower and smells like the vanilla body wash you bought last week.

"Missed you, Dickie," you manage to say before succumbing to your exhaustion.

"Nowhere near as much as how much I missed you."

[hearttjason]

In chilly nights back at my place, it's not hard to think of Dick cockwarming you after a good fuck under the warm blanket, his thic thighs intermingled with yours while showering your face with kisses and telling you jokes/puns about Christmas.

yes yes yes. fitting since it’s cold as BALLS outside.

In Your Warmth - Dick Grayson x gn!reader

warnings: suggestive, cockwarming, mentions of sex.

you’re both sweaty, hot, and sticky from fucking each other senseless. as you were about to lift yourself from his body, his hands gently grip your hips. “mm mm. stay here baby. wanna keep you wrapped around me.” his face is buried in the crook of your neck and he inhaled your scent.

you sigh and slump against his chest, already feeling sleepy. “dick, look! it’s snowing outside.” your face lights up as you stare out the window in awe. “well say it ain’t snow!” he grins, watching your reaction to his terrible pun.

“that was so bad!”

“hey, you’ve gotta flake it till you make it.” he winks and you elbow him in his stomach, making him wince with a laugh. “so cruel to me sweetheart. after i just fucked your brains out, this is how you treat me?”

your face heats up as you hit his shoulder playfully. “dick! you’re insufferable” you chuckled.

“yeah, but you love me.”

“i love you snow much, dick grayson.”

he places a hand on his chest with a faux surprised gasp. “you did it! you said a cringy pun! i might just ask you to marry me.”

you turn slightly to kiss his cheek. “i’ll be looking forward to that.”