#throw dick grayson in there and im not shutting up Ever

[chepib3]

big fan of when bruce tries to help others and he just ruins everything My poor wife that doesn't know how to communicate yes he will jump to conclusions and make decisons for you to sneakily control your life but please forgive him he's trying to show how much he loves you

[bubsdolan]

Bubba can you write car sex with gray please ?

“if you even think about touching yourself, im pulling this car over and fucking you in the back seat.”

grayson growled as he watched you tease yourself by edging your hand lower to your pussy. you were dripping and aching for him, ever since he had purposely teased you under the table during a dinner with your family, you craved the feeling of his dick. you were desperate for the feeling of grayson deep inside your guts, filling you up and treating you like his little cum slut.

the only issue was you were 45 minutes away from home after having driven to an out of town restaurant your parents had insisted you dined at that evening.

“need you daddy, please-please touch me.”

grayson let out an animalistic growl when he pulled up to a red light and turned to see you slipping your hand into your panties, rubbing and teasing your clit as you collected your wetness, before removing your hand to bring up to your lips and suck on. you made sure not to break eye contact with an incredibly turned on grayson, who’s pants suddenly felt a lot tighter.

the sudden feeling of him stepping on the acceleration made your heart thud, adrenaline coursing through your veins and washing over you as you anticipate his next move. you watched his eyes darken as he pulled up onto a deserted road with dim street lights. you were grateful it was bearing on midnight night, so no one would be around to witness what was about to go down in the back of grayson’s brand new green truck. 

this was one way to break the new vehicle in.

apprehension settling in your chest as the engine cuts and you’re left in silence, waiting for grayson to make the first move. grayson’s lips were on yours, his hands clutching your jaw and pushing your mouth into his while he leans forward over the console between the seats in order to be closer to you.

it’s hungry, sloppy and desperate, with grayson moaning into your mouth when your hands wrap against his neck and softly pull at his hair.

“get in the back,” it’s neither a question nor a statement— it’s a demand. one that has heat rising between your legs and prompting you to pull away from him abruptly, scrambling over the the front seat to get in the back as quickly as you can. your dress rises up when you climb over, which allows grayson to send a firm smack to your exposed arse cheek. 

grayson joins you seconds after, his large frame hovering above yours as you lag spread ready for him on the back seat. his mouth catches yours once again, how hands tugging at your shirt in demand for you to rid of it. he was desperate or skin on skin contact, his favourite way to make love to his girl. it made him feel closer to you when he could feel your heart beating agasint his own.

“so pretty, all for me huh, mama.?”

“yo-yours.”

his large hands palm your tits roughly, pinching your nipples as his tongue wrestles with yours, your moans leaking into his mouth. his body jerks in surprise as your hips begin to roll against his, and you can feel just how hard he is, rubbing into you against your thigh.  grayson pulls away to kiss down your neck, tongue licking a stripe down your throat before his warm mouth lands on your skin, nipping and lathering and sucking.

“please, grayson,” you murmur, eyes begging him to give you more.

grayson’s brow quirks upright, a single digit pushing into you and rubbing against your velvet walls. “please, what baby?” he drawls out, almost purring at having you in his favorite position. that being, you, desperate for his touch.

hou groan, throwing your head back as another digit slides inside, fingertips stretching your cunt so infuriatingly wide. you try to move your hips but his grip is iron on your waist, and a long whine falls out of your mouth. “just fuck me already grayson, p-pplease,” you beg, not wanting to say the words he truly wants, but not giving him nothing as his name leaves your lips so seductively.

“fuck,” he snarls, lip twitching as he lifts his hips, tugging down his black pants and briefs half-way down his thighs. his heavy cock smacks against his abdomen, looking pale and pretty in the low lighting, glistening with a bead of pre cum rolling down the side of his length.

“ride me, sweetheart.” grayson sits back, arms lifting above his head and unintentionally flexing as he waits for you to put yourself to work on his lap. deeming this the best position to get the most pleasure due to your limited space.

“put my dick inside you. f-fuck- thats it my good girl.”

you’re bouncing on his lap as best as you can, your head skimming the top of the car’s interior while you claw at his shoulders. “god, daddy, fuckkkk—” the added pressure of you sinking down as he thrusts up to meet your hips is almost enough for you to cum, and grayson knows exactly how close to the finish line you are, grabbing your jaw and tugging your face to hang directly in front of his.

his lips crash agasint yours to muffle your moans. a kiss so sloppy, teeth clashing together and tongues dancing.

your orgasm tears through you and an overwhelming heat blasts into your body. a broken shriek releases from you as your eyes slam shut, limbs shaking, nails diving into his skin and toes curling.

“love your dick daddy, love feeling so full.”

“my little slut. such a whore for daddy’s dick, cum baby. i know you want too.”

grayson gasps as you constrict around him, moving his hands to clasp onto your hips tightly. fingertips bruising your delicate skin as his thrusts become sloppy and your legs begin to tire.

loud groan rattles both of your bodies as his load spills into you, coating your womb in his sticky release as you continue to drop onto his searing cock slowly. when he comes down from his high he squeezes your waist gently to signal you to stop, sitting back with his jaw hung open slightly, laboured and choppy breaths making his sculpted chest rise and fall sharply.

“holy fuck. that was-“

“i love you.”

“i love you more sweetheart.

“love you and your tight little pussy.”

you let him pull you into his embrace, his large biceps caging you against his chest as he tries to catch his breath, still tucked deeply inside you. it’s peaceful laying in his arms, the post-orgasm bliss thriving and filling the entire cabin of the vehicle in a hot and sweet scent.

[ereawrites]

This is 100% pure, un-cut crack, but I really think that Dick Grayson & Peter Parker would be great friends. They both should be on roughly the same athletic level, albeit Peter might be more unrefined as he hasn't been properly trained like Dick, same age, same style of humor, same kind and caring attitude. If everyone wants to see Batman & Iron Man throw money at each other and Superman & Capt. America squee at each other, give me my Nightwing & Spider-Man team up to kick some ass please!!

OH YES IM RUNNING WITH THIS

chilling on rooftops together bc they both love being high up and getting the fresh air

constantly quoting vines @ each other and bonding over how they’re too old for tiktok

sharing hair products bc they both appreciate luscious locks and they’re gonna look sexy damn it

criminals literally hate them bc they just don’t shut the fuck up ever not for one single second... they roast people’s hair, their clothes, they have competitions over who can make the wittiest quip

trading vigilante uniforms for the night - peter can’t stop looking at his ass in every window they pass, dick is like woo sticky

using peter’s webs for trapezing!!!!!

[boyy-wonder-grayson]

Crush

Summary: Jason has a crush on the reader who happens to be Dick’s girlfriend.

Requested: yes

Parings: Dick Grayson x Reader. Jason Todd x Reader (kind of)

Warnings: angst, smut a little

A/N: just a lil imagine that my lovely frined @riseofnightwing requested. (not beta read cause im tired so sorry for mistakes)

The rain tapped against the windows of the tower, a quiet sort of night. The air around the tower was so tense that you could almost cut it with a knife. It's been almost three days since the last time Dr light attacked,and the team was frustrated without new leads to follow. Dick, Hank, Donna and Kory were trying to find something out in the streets,but it's been two hours since they've gone out and so far nothing.

Y/n sighed in frustration, she cracked her neck trying to release the tension from the last few days and went to the kitchen to get some coffee. She's been sitting at the computer for most of the day trying to find something, and waiting for something from the others but to no avail. 

"Hey Y/n" Jason greeted her from his spot on the kitchen. He was already drinking coffee and offered to make some to Y/n which she accepted gratefully. 

"Got anything on Dr douchebag?" He asked making her chuckle. 

"Nothing so far" she yawned covering her mouth with her hand. "And the other have nothing either. I hate this dude, can he like surrender or something in getting really tired of San Francisco's jail system." She complained 

"It's like they let the villains out whenever the city starts gains some peace" she finished drowning the remaining of her coffee. She really needed caffeine today.

Jason laughed at her outburst and placed a hand on her shoulder rubbing comforting circles near the skin of her neck. 

"We're gonna get him, that's what we do" he said looking at her with softness on his gaze.

Y/n smiled down at him, she was a few inches taller than him, and placed her hand on top of his "thanks jay I kinda needed that". Jason felt his heart hammered in his ribcage at their close proximity. It was now or never, he leaned in trying to kiss her, much to her oblivion, but the moment was cut short when her phone rang.

"Hey Dick what's up?" She answered the phone, throwing Jason an apologetic look, leaving the boy alone in his frustrated state. She left the room and went back to the computer and sat down.

"I was thinking maybe we could have some...alone time when I come back to the tower?" Dick asked her. She knew exactly what he meant by that and to be honest she was thrilled that Dick needed her as much as she needed him. She released a breathy laughed and told him that she couldn't wait for him to come back. 

It's been three months since they started dating and almost two years of mutual pining for each other. When she had enough of Dick's bullshit she decided to take the first step and kissed him after one successful mission. A victory kiss if you will, and Dick was happy that at least someone had the balls to make a move. 

Ever since then things went pretty great. What they didn't know was that Dick was not the only one with a massive crush on the female hero. 

+++++++++++++++++++++++++

Jason Todd was in love. Or so Rachel said. She was the only one who knew about her gigantic crush on Y/n and it was an honest mistake that she found that out. Sometimes her powers get out of control and casually that day, Jason was around. He made her swear  not to tell anything to anyone and Rachel assured him she wouldn't say a word.

Jason wasn't the type to pine after someone like Y/n. Not because he was some sort of asshat that believed that he was better than anyone,or that she wasn't enough. It was because y/n was the total opposite of him. While she has a happy-go-lucky attitude towards life, Jason was more of  when-life-doesn't-give-you-lemons-you-kick-down-the-tree. That was one of the main reasons; another one was how much everyone enjoyed having her around, he sure as hell did. She was so optimistic and full of life that at the beginning, that it surprised Jason so much that he thought she was faking it. In this type of life no one was that happy. But with time he realised that she was genuinely just a happy person; which made Jason feel things he didn't want to. He wasn't expecting to fall for someone like her, specially when she's a bit older than him. And specially when he saw his brother act the same way as him towards her more than once. 

It drove Jason insane to see him all over her, but he didn't want to give away his feelings for her.

He was supposed to go on patrol later that night, since the other were already out he would take their place, alongside Gar, Rachel, Conner and Dawn.  He didn't want to leave now that he could spend some time with her, but the job needed to be done. He suited up and just as he was going out Y/n walked past him, she smiled at him.

"Looking good Robin" she told him playfully. He winked at her and made a reverence which made her rolled her eyes at the boy.

"Be safe out there, okay?" She told him with softness. Jason's heart did a flip and he felt his face turn red. He only nodded and before he left she hugged him. He melt into her embrace that didn't last too long much to his chagrin.

He left for patrol not without promising that he would confess his feelings for her when he got back.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++

Y/n sighed when she felt Dick's lips on the inside of her tights. She grabbed a fistful of his hair to bring her closer to where she really needed him. The brown haired boy chuckled but obey without a fuss. Truth is she loved when he went down on her, and Dick was damn good at it. She bit the inside of her hand trying to tune down her moans but she failed miserably. She pulled Dick's hair harder than before making him grunt in response. She was so out of herself that at this point she didn't give a shit if someone heard them or not. When he was done she plopped down on her side laughing at her state. She was breathing heavily and sweat run through her forehead. Y/n looked at him and saw a smug smile graced her boyfriend's face.

"I guess you enjoyed that" he asked cuddling her.

"Mm what makes you said that?" She asked playfully.

Dick kissed her shoulder and pulled her closer to his chest.

"Oh I don't know, maybe the way were moaning my name when I put my-" he was cut short when she elbowed him in the stomach making the boy laughed. 

"Shut up and go to sleep" she said closing her eyes. She was exhausted and so was he. Whenever they had sex Dick usually leaves in the morning before everyone could catch them,but since they were so exhausted Dick just sleep right through his alarm until a certain black haired boy bursted into the room the next morning. 

The two heroes were soundly asleep when Jason entered her room. He was shocked when he saw them sleeping together and naked. Dick's hands were all around her and she was grabbing the former arm. Jason felt sick. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. His brother and his crush sleeping together. Naked. He got out of there fast and bumped into Hank in the hallway.

"Hey man watch it" the blonde said.

"Fuck off" he yelled not even bothering how much attention he drew to himself. He felt his eyes watered. It shouldn't be this bad, it shouldn't affect him this much. But it did, he felt his breath quicken. 

"What the fuck is your problem dude?" Hank questioned.

"You! And everyone in this fucking tower!" Jason yelled.

Y/n and Dick woke up when at the commotion and quickly got dressed. When they reached the living room they saw Jason and Hank fighting.

"Hey, what's going on here?" Dick asked walking towards Jason to calm him down. He tried to put a hand on his little brother's shoulder but Jason shook it off rather violently.

" don't fucking touch you. You fucking traitor" Jason said through gritted teeth. Dick was taken aback by his brothers rage.

"What are you talking about?" 

"You knew i liked her!" He pointed at Y/n who was quiet throughout this whole exchange. "And yet you still went and fucked her behind my back" he spewed the words.

Dick face felt. He cursed under his breath and tried to talk to Jason but the boy just shook his head and walked away. 

Y/n walked out of the living room feeling like shit. How could she not notice this? She asked herself. Jason's been spending so much time with her but she never really thought about this, she thought they were just friends. Just really good friends.

Dick found her crying in her bed. She truly felt like a shitty person.

"Hey stop that" Dick said wiping the tears from her face. 

"I'm sorry, I'm just" she took a shaky breath before she continued "how come we didn't realize this? He's your brother for fucks sake! And now he hate us for this" 

"Do you regret this? Us?" Dick asked with concern across his face.

"What?" She sniffed "no! Of course not. But I just can't help but feel like shit because I love Jason,like a brother and now I don't think there's coming back from this" she sighed.

"Look, I know Jason. He's hurt right now but he'll turn around and come back. He's a good kid he just needs time" dick reassured her.

Y/n nodded and looked at his boyfriend. She took his head on her hands and gave him a deep long kiss. Hopefully things will get better soon.

[letgraysonsheart]

Could you do the “Its Nothing” sickfic prompt with Dick ??

i am so sorry for spending so long before getting around to doing this and also im pretty sure this isnt my best and it could do with a little more editing BUT i really wanted to get it out to you before any more time went by, so i really hope you enjoy and that it satisfies some of your whump-needs! 

-

It’s in the middle of the pre-patrol briefing. Bruce has a grainy street recording of a bank robbery pulled up on the screen. They’re already in their suits, ready to leave once Bruce finishes up and gives the signal. Tim is trying to follow what he’s saying, but he already heard all the details when he planned the mission yesterday.  Bruce’s pointing at one of the robbers, his face half-covered by an ugly bandana (and honestly, didn’t that stop being trendy forever ago?).

They are just about finished when Dick sneezes for the third time since they started. His older brother is leaned back in his chair, his elbow falling down after he used it to stop the spray from his mouth.

Bruce stops talking mid-sentence, hand still in the air pointing at something on the screen. “Everyone needs to be on their top game tonight,” he comments. He’s staring at something behind them. Is he actually trying to avoid an argument by not pointing fingers? Tim is almost shocked.

“He’s talking about you, Grayson, and all your sneezing,” Damian comments where Bruce doesn’t. Tim can see how the younger elbows Dick in the stomach as he says it. The elder sits up at that, running a hand through his hair.

“It’s nothing,” Dick promises, rubbing his side were Damian’s pointy elbow met his poor body. Tim winces, he’s been on the receiving end of those pesky elbows one too many times.

“Are you sure none of the cats have been here?” Dick asks while he looks at Damian, and rubs at his eyes. They do seem to have a slight red tint to them, Tim notes.

Damian huffs offended, “Of course I’m sure, I know where they are at all times. Why would they want to go down here anyway?” the youngest of them argue and throws his arms out. His chair starts spinning because of the movement, and Dick stills it by placing a hand on the armrest. Damian has the decency to smile.

Bruce is rubbing his forehead. He’s probably wondering why they can never seem to have one single normal briefing. His other hand is still hanging in the air, way off its original position.

“They’re cats,” Tim points out because that should be enough of an explanation. He’s quite sure he saw some pretty suspicious paw-prints in the training chalk last week. “They go wherever they want. Why wouldn’t they like the cave? It’s dark, and there are blankets.” If Tim was a cat, he’s pretty sure he would love the cave and never ever leave it.

Damian narrows his eyes at Tim, “They haven’t been here today. I knew Grayson would be joining us tonight, and I would not let them down here considering his allergies. I have no death wish.”

Dick looks a little offended at that, “it’s not that bad!”, and follows it up with yet another sneeze.

“If it’s not allergies, what is it then?” Tim asks because Dick’s face is looking more red than usual. Bruce did just say they needed to be on top of their game.

“Are you sick?” he asks when Dick doesn’t answer.

“I said it’s nothing! It must be the dust or something. It’ll stop once we get out,” Dick waves his hand in the air in front of his face, flicking away imaginary dust. “Please continue Bruce, so we can get out of here,” he says and signals for Bruce to continue talking.

“If you’re sure,” Bruce says, voice stoic but even Tim from the far end of the table can see that his jaw is looking slightly more tense under the cowl. He’s picking up the same thing as Tim, something is off with Dick.

But Dick, stubborn as ever, only nods and so Bruce continues.

-

“You sure you’re alright?” Tim asks as he falls back behind Bruce and Damian to walk beside Dick. Dick looks up at him, but his eyes are hidden by the domino. His older brother smiles, but Tim can’t help but think he looks tired. Dick then reaches out and ruffles his hair, a fake laugh escaping his lips. Tim tries to refrain from cringing.

“Of course, Red, like I said; it’s nothing, don’t worry so much,” he gives Tim another quick smile before he mounts his bike to follow the roar of the batmobile. Tim tightens his lips and wants to say something but doesn’t know what, so instead he mounts his own bike and follows Dick out into the night.

-

Their mission is to stop the robbers as they attack their next target; a jewelry store in a nicer street of Gotham. Bruce has a theory that they’re stealing a specific type of karat. It seems to be Penguin steering them to the right destinations. The stores Coppelbot has his claws in hasn’t been robbed, but the particular gold has still disappeared from their mantles.

It’s all going well until the robbers arrive earlier than expected. They are still setting up the traps, aka still in the store, when the robbers smash in the backdoor surprising them.

“Nightwing, are you okay?” Tim hears Bruce ask as they move to disarm the robbers who’ve spotted them and are getting out their guns. Tim feels his heart beat faster because yeah, that’s right - Bruce had commanded Dick to stay outside and be on lookout for tonight. The elder had grunted in dismay but still swung up on a nearby rooftop. His only instructs were to tell them if anyone arrived. The seconds seem to tick by too slowly as they wait for an answer.

One of the goons fires of a shot before they get on. It fizzles past Tim a little too close for comfort, even if he throws his whole body to the side and onto the floor to avoid it. The bullet hits a glass mantle instead, and the broken shards spray all over his face.

“Red, are you alright?” Bruce yells, throwing the offending robber into a wall and smashing a jewelry mantle in the process.

“What? Was that a gunshot?” Dick is in his ear, and Tim would be overjoyed were it not for the fact that he almost got freaking shot seconds ago. Bruce doesn’t look happy either as he runs over to haul Tim off the floor.

“Yeah, seems like MAYBE you’ve missed something,” Tim hisses to his brother as he takes Bruce offered hand. They don’t have time to linger. Damian is still fighting to subdue one of the robbers - a man twice the side of the shorter Robin. There are still more men to go.

“Do you- should I come down? Do you have it under control?” Dick ask and his voice is taking a slight frantic note.

“Just do your job,” Bruce grunts back, sounding angry and stressed. Not good.

Tim takes down another robber, and Damian is still over in the corner trying to get a jump on the tall one. Tim makes his way over to help the younger. With a swift move he wacks the tall robber with his bo-staff from behind.

He’s a second too late to stop the robber from swinging his knife at Damian, who’s trapped in a corner. There is nowhere to move for the newest Robin, the window on his left blocked by shelves and a brick wall to his right.

Damian ducks, but Tim still hears the sound of kevlar being sliced. He hears the younger groan, but Damian still manages to whack the robber with his own staff as he goes down.

“The GCPD are arriving,” Dick informs them via the comms, “I think Gordon’s with them.”

“One of the robbers had a knife, he got Damian,” Tim reports and looks back when he hears that the sound of fighting has stopped. Batman is tying up the goons, all in various degrees of consciousness. He freezes and looks up at them as Tim’s words filter through.

“Is he alright?” Dick asks, voice small. Bruce drops the goon he is finishing tying up to the floor and the man groans. Batman all but runs over to them, hands already reaching out to look at Damian’s wound. Robin is already on his feet again and looking irritated. He’s scowling and if his eyes weren’t hidden by the mask Tim is sure he would be glaring.

“Let me look at it before the cops get here,” and it’s not Batman but Bruce who grunts at his son. Damian lets his hands, which he until now has been holding over the wound, fall to the side. There’s blood, but there isn’t a lot of it. Tim lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

“Can someone please tell me he’s alright?” Dick says over the comms, “I’m coming down there, whatever’s going-” “Stay,” Batman commands Nightwing. “Red Robin will take Robin with him to the cave, he’s going to need stitches. Meet them there, I’ll talk with Gordon,” he continues with his voice sounding rough and detached. Tim winces and feels glad he’s not the one on the receiving end of the com-unit outside alone on a cold roof.

Damian tuts, “I don’t need stitches!” He looks like the child he is as he whines, and Tim bends down the pick up the bo-staff Damian has dropped. Bruce is slapping a field bandage over Damian’s side.

“Yes, you do, you’ve got a bleeding knife wound in your side,” Tim says as he hands the younger his weapon.

“Do as Red Robin says,” Bruce tells his youngest as they hear the sound of the cops outside. Nightwing is quiet over the com, hopefully already making his way back to the cave.

Damian shuts his mouth at that and follows Tim through the broken down door out to Tim’s bike.

“Think you’ll be okay holding on to me for the whole ride?” he asks the younger as he mounts on it. Damian glares back at him.

“Of course,” the younger says, and hops on the back. Tim doesn’t miss how hard Damian is clutching his arms around his side as they drive but holds back his comments. They drive in silence all the way to the cave.

-

Nightwing is already there when they arrive. His eyes look even redder than before, his face flushed. Tim wonders if his big brother has been crying as Dick runs over the second Tim stops the bike. Tim helps Damian jump off first, and tries not to jostle the injured teen too much, before jumping off it himself.  

“Shit, little D, are you alright?” Dick has ripped his domino off. His hands are already out and steering Damian by the shoulders towards the infirmary. Tim follows behind them, and he can see the obvious tension in Dick’s back muscles.

“I’m fine, of course. I would have been better had you done your job though,” Damian says and Tim sees Dick stiffen as Damian slips out from under his hands to jump up on a bed. Alfred is already waiting, gloves on and disinfectant in hand. Tim spots a ready-made needle and thread too on the utility table.

They leave Alfred to do the patching-up, as Dick doesn’t seem to have an answer and Damian isn’t one for having an audience while he gets tended to. Once again Tim finds himself following Dick’s tense body back towards the main part of the cave. Bruce has arrived now too and is waiting for them by the door to the showers.

“What. happened?” he asks, and his cowl is up so Tim gets a front row seat to how Bruce’s cold eyes tear into Dick.

“I didn’t see them,” Dick answers, “I don’t know-”

“We can’t afford to not know!” Bruce snaps, “I would’ve thought you knew this by now. How is it possible to miss armed robbers entering the very building you’re supposed to be staring at?” Bruce is as tense as Dick now, his ripped off cowl clenched so tightly in his hand that his fingers are turning white. They are both too on the offensive to have a proper conversation about this, Tim knows that, but he also knows Bruce and Dick. None of them will be willing to back down.

But Bruce is right. Dick made a mistake. It could have cost both Tim and Damian their lives. It almost did.  

“I - I’m sorry Damian got hurt, you know I would never put that kid, or any of you, in danger on purpose!” Dick says, his voice sounding more desperate with every word. “I just, I don’t know, suddenly you were just yelling in my ear, that’s when I first knew they were there!”

Dick’s arguments are thin. Too thin for Batman.

“Someone could have died, Dick!” Bruce tells his son, mimicking Tim’s very thoughts. Dick though, he looks like he’s been slapped. Tim finds himself wishing he was anywhere but in the cave with them.

All the fight seems to have seeped out of Dick, he resembles a sad balloon three days after a birthday party.

“I know, Bruce,” his voice sounds hoarse and painful, “I messed up. I’m sorry.” He falls down in a discarded chair, and Tim walks over and puts a hand on his shoulder. He squeezes it and feels the warmth radiating from Dick’s body in his hand.

“Maybe you should take some time off, just a couple of nights. I know you said you were alright, but..” Tim lets the rest go unsaid. Bruce is looking at them, nodding along to Tim’s words.

“I said it was nothing,” Dick bites back but he does go to hide his face in his hands.

“I don’t have the time to take a couple of nights off. I think I’ll go to bed now and sleep until like noon,” when Dick takes his hands away and looks up at Bruce, there is no anger. He only looks tired as he asks, “that okay?”

Tim looks at his adopted father. Bruce looks like he wants to say more, fight more, he might not have been prepared for Dick to let up so quickly. He usually doesn’t.

Then Bruce nods, “Go to bed, both of you. We still managed to stop the robbers, so there is no more work for us to do tonight. I’ll check on Damian.”

And that’s that.

-

Tim gets up at ten the next day and finds Alfred alone in the kitchen. Tim is thanking whoever’s out there it’s Saturday, and that he has no plans outside of Bat-business.

“Everyone else sleeping?” he asks the butler, as he takes the cup of coffee Alfred is handing him and smiles a thank-you.

Alfred shakes his head, “Master Wayne is downstairs but Master Damian is still in bed after my orders - I don’t want him ripping his stitches. Master Dick left for Blüdhaven over an hour ago mumbling about a drug-bust,” the elder explains as he goes to put on a new round of coffee.

Tim frowns, Dick was supposed to sleep in.  

“Did Dick seem.. fine, to you?” Tim asks Alfred’s back. Alfred turns to look at him and narrows his eyes. Tim knows there is very little that flies past the older man.

“He seemed to be in a hurry to leave and as usual didn’t look like he had gotten enough sleep. Is there anything in particular you’re concerned about?” Alfred has put his hands on his hips and Tim feels like the man is staring straight through him.

“I’m not sure yet,” he answers, biting his lip. He slides off his chair, figuring he should at least find his phone and shoot Dick a text. If only to ask if the older needs help with whatever case he’s working on.

Tim meets Bruce in the hallway who already has a new lead on the robber-case they worked yesterday. They get caught up in the conversation, debating strategies and planning the next mission.  Tim forgets all about his plans to text Dick.

-

Three days later and they’re gathered for yet another briefing. This time Jason is there too, with all his bravado and attitude, signature red helmet on. He’s sitting on Tim’s left side, leaned back in the chair as far as it goes with his arms crossed.

“I’m guessing no one else was available, that’s why I’m here?” he says, the helmet making his voice sound robotic.

“Yes,” Damian answers like it’s just a random fact. Dick, sitting on Damian’s side, says nothing to reprimand the teen, which is weird. His eyes are far away. Even Jason seems surprised that the oldest of them have nothing to say; that he doesn’t come to his aid or at least try to parent the brattiest Robin.

“What’s up with Goldie?” Jason whispers to Tim, as much as you can whisper with a big bulky helmet on.

“No clue,” Tim answers. He’s about to spill his concerns to Jason when Bruce flicks on the screen. Like last time there’s a dark store and an even darker street filling up the view in front of them in its grainy glory.

As Bruce goes on about their mission, and how he hopes it is the last one and will finish the case up for good, Tim studies Dick. He’s red in the face, more so than usual, and Tim is sure he heard a cough earlier.

“Dick, I don’t want a repeat of last time. Can I trust you to be on top of your game tonight? It’s vital we all do our part, we barely have enough manpower as it is,” Bruce asks. He’s not very considerate about hanging Dick out to dry in front of his younger brothers.

Dick goes even redder, “Yes Bruce, I just messed up, it was nothing-” “Say that to the hole in my side, Grayson,” Damian interrupts, though there is little venom in his voice. Jason snickers, if the choked sound emitting from his helmet can even be called that.

“Okay, then I say we move out,” Bruce finishes and turns off the screen before dragging his cowl on. Tim sees Dick grip the back of his chair as he gets up to steady himself. He wishes his stubborn older brother would just say something if he isn’t feeling well.

Jason brushes past them both before Tim gets around to opening his mouth to voice his worries, and the moment seems to be over. It’s almost deja-vu, how he falls back to walk beside Dick over to their cycles.

“You would tell me if you weren’t alright?” Tim asks, careful to keep his voice low because Bruce and Damian are still getting into the batmobile. Both of them have too long ears, must be a Wayne-trait.

Dick looks at him. Again Tim is hit by the realization of how tired his brother looks, cheeks flushed but otherwise pale and supporting those damn red-looking eyes.

“Just a little bit under the weather, maybe it’s a cold,” his voice sounds raspy, much like in the cave a few nights ago. “As I’ve said, it’s nothing, I wouldn’t go out there if I didn’t think I could handle it, Tim,” he then adds, no doubt seeing the worry making its way over Tim’s face. Dick quickly glues on his domino, making his uniform complete.

Tim hums in contemplation but doesn’t get to argue because Dick is already swinging his leg over his bike. He can see that Jason has already started the drive out, the batmobile hot on his heels, and they have no choice but to follow. Tim just hopes his brother is right because Bruce wasn’t kidding when he said they needed everyone to do their part today.

-

Tim’s finishing up, brushing the dust off his uniform, when his communicator pings with a sound that means someones trying to contact him on a different channel. They’re all supposed to be on the main B103 tonight, but his interest is peaked. And you never ignore a com-signal.

“Yeah?” he says.

“Somethings off with ‘Wing,” it’s Jason, and judging by the background noise he’s still fighting, “he’s… slow,” he continues.

“Did you call me up, on a different channel, while fighting, to say that?” Tim asks, already getting ready to make his way over to them. Jason doesn’t answer, just grunts as Tim assumes he punches someone.

“Where are you?” Tim asks, getting onto his bike. This time Jason manages to answer, and he rattles off an address only three streets down. When they had busted the last known hideout Penguin had created for his little gold-robbing minions, they had scattered. Therefore the split up. Everyone had gone off on their own, but Dick and Jason must have met while cleaning out their areas. He is sure to switch over to the main channel again before leaving.

He arrives at Jason’s location quickly, but it seems the fight is already much over. Dick is over in a corner of the street tying up someone, and as Tim gets off his bike he sees Jason kick someone that goes flying. It’s safe to say that the person doesn’t get up again.

“Dick looks fine,” Tim tells Jason when he gets over to him, putting his behind to Dick. Red Hood is crunched down fitting a pair of handcuffs on the goon he just kicked but looks up at Tim as he walks over.

“Like I said he-” Jason is interrupted.

Retching. Someone is vomiting. Jason gets up and Tim turns. Dick is bent over, leaning on a lamppost and his whole body is shaking from the force of throwing up.

“What the fuck,” Jason mutters, and Tim can see him reach around to take the helmet off now that there are no criminals left for them to take down.

Tim starts making his way towards Dick, who’s stopped vomiting but is still standing bent over.

“He said he was fine, that it was nothing. Fine my ass,” Jason grumbles behind him.

Tim is about to yell, ask if Dick is okay - vomiting on the street isn’t that worrying, Dick might have seen some bad stuff today - Tim is not one to judge. He isn’t sure what the rest of them have been doing since they split up, there are many scary things in Gotham. Still, there is a nagging feeling in his head telling him that trauma isn’t the reason this time. He opens his mouth, words on his tongue -

Dick straight up collapses. Just falls over in a mess of limbs right there on the street.

He doesn’t get up.

“Nightwings down!” He hears Jason yell, both out loud and in the com in his ear. Tim’s running. He feels like he can’t get to Dick fast enough.

He falls on his knees once he reaches his brother. Dick’s breathing, that’s good. It helps calm Tim’s anxiety a little as he rips off his gloves. He already knows what he’ll find as he puts the back of his hand on Dick’s forehead. It’s glowing hot.

“He injured somewhere?” Jason asks, as he crouches down beside Tim, who’s checking Dick’s pulse. It seems steady enough, a little fast but then again they’ve just been fighting for a long time. Jason rolls Dick more onto his back, so he’s not laid in such a crumpled up position anymore.

“Can’t see anything serious. He’s got some small lacerations and looks like he scratched his face up when he went down,” Tim says, as Dick groans beneath him, “I think he might just be sick.”  

Jason huffs as Dick groans again, eyes moving underneath his eyelids. “You awake, Dickhead?” Jason says, tapping Dick’s face. Dick’s head lols a little to the side, but his eyes blink open. They look hazy, it might be the fever or Dick’s managed to get himself a concussion, Tim thinks.

Damian is yelling in his ear, and Batman is demanding a report and asking if they need an emergency evac.

“He passed out, seems.. somewhat awake now. I think he might be sick, might have gotten a concussion when he went down though. We need to get out of here, but we don’t need an evac,” Tim answers them.

“Stay with him,” Bruce says as if Tim would ever just up and leave his own family laying in the street. Jason looks to be thinking the same thing as their eyes meet. “We’ll finish up and go straight there with the batmobile to pick you up, tell me if anything changes,” Batman finishes. No one answers as the com’s clicks off again.

“Let’s get him on his side, don’t need him choking on his own vomit,” Jason says, already reaching out to grab Dick’s shoulder. Together they wrangle Dick, who seems slightly more awake now, onto his side.

Now Tim can see that Dick is shaking, and reaches around to loosen his cape. It’s thin, but it might protect Dick a little and make him feel less exposed, so Tim drapes it over his shoulders.

“T-thanks,” Dick rattles.

“I asked you if you would tell me if you weren’t alright,” Tim grumbles, even if he knows it’s unfair to pick a fight when Dick’s a shivering mess laying in the street.

“T-thought I would b-be,” Dick answers, and Tim hears Jason scoffs.

“That’s what we all think every time we go out sick as dogs, but you’re the one always preaching about not doing it,” Jason complains. He’s sounding less worried and more irritated now that Dick is awake and talking.

Dick rolls to lay on his back again, to Tim and Jason’s dismay, but none of them bother to force him to move again. He’s blinking up at them, Tim’s cape is clenched around his fingers and his face still looks red, there’s cold sweat on his forehead.

“Sorry,” he says, as he stares at their faces.

“You scared the crap out of me,” Tim replies, feeling anger take over for panic, “I knew something was wrong, you suck at hiding things.”

Dick only smiles at him, the bastard.

The familiar screech of the batmobile fills the street. Tim feels relieved that the responsibility of taking care of Dick is lifted off his shoulders. Yes, he had Jason there with him but it’s not the same as having Bruce there to take control.

“Think you can stand?” Tim asks. Dick nods, looking a little hesitant, and moves to get up. He gets to pushing his arms under himself, before going “nope!” and falling down again. He looks more green than red now, Tim figures.

Jason sighs, a tad dramatic, but still reaches out and scoops up Dick in his arms. Dick doesn’t protest, and Jason looks just a little bit awkward, so Tim figures Dick must understand how shitty he looks. There is no way Jason would act like this if Dick hadn’t looked more than half-dead a second there.

Both Bruce and Damian have gotten out of the car when they reach it. Bruce is prepping the backseat, where he after too many medical pick-ups has installed a seat that folds back into a makeshift bed.

“Grayson, you idiot,” Damian says as he helps Jason get their older brother into the car. There is no anger or judgment in his voice though, and Tim sees over Jason’s shoulder how soft Damian is when he tucks Dick in under a heated blanket. The younger then climbs into the car on the other side, as Bruce closes the door after giving Dick his best “we’ll talk about this” eyes. Tim shudders, once again happy not to be on the receiving side.

Bruce turns to look at Tim and Jason, who’s still standing on the sidewalk.

“You two okay?” he asks, looking them up and down. They both nod.

“We should get home, Hood-”

“Sorry, B, think I’ve got enough family drama for today,” Jason says while turning and walking towards his bike. Bruce doesn’t look surprised, but Tim thinks he must be disappointed. He isn’t sure. Bruce is hard to read, especially in the cowl. He doesn’t say anything to stop Jason though, but neither does Tim.

“You can join us in the car if you want,” Bruce tells Tim instead of dealing with Jason, “we can pick your bike up later.”

Tim shakes his head, “Nah, it’s fine, I don’t want to leave it here. Plus, I have a suspicion Dick might puke on the way home and I don’t wanna be there for that.“ He gets a small smile out of Batman for that, before he gets into the car and drives off.

-

When Tim arrives on his bike back at the cave, Dick is laid out in the infirmary in one of the cots. There’s an IV connected to his bloodstream, and a thick blanket covering him. He looks to be asleep. Bruce is sat in the chair by his bedside

“Not only has he managed to get a nasty bug, but he’s also dehydrated and - you were right; he managed to get himself concussed too,” Bruce says as Tim walks up to the bed.

“I was almost amazed he lasted as long as he did,” Alfred, who Tim hadn’t seen before, says as he comes walking around a corner, “then I remembered how you’re all stubborn as bulls.”

“I - I knew there was something wrong,” Tim confesses, not daring to look at either Alfred nor Bruce. “He said it was fine! That it was nothing! I shouldn’t have believed him,” he feels pathetic as more emotions than he wants to leaks into his voice.

“Tim, sit down,” Bruce commands and nudges him towards the chair sat beside him. Tim let himself fall into it, all the exhaustion from the last few days dragging him down.

“Dick’s stubborn, he refused to admit anything was wrong,” Bruce says and looks very much exasperated. “Alfred told me that you had expressed some concern about Dick the other day. All three of us knew, and none of us were able to stop Dick from pretending he was fine and going out tonight.” Tim can’t look at Bruce’s face and settles for staring at the man’s clasped hands.

“Stop talking,” Dick groans from the bed, grabbing their attention. Tim snaps his head up to look at his brother. “We all know this is on me,” he tells them as his eyes blink open. He takes his time before he manages to focus them on Tim and Bruce.

“Well, you’re not wrong, young man,” Alfred says and goes to take his temperature.

“Dami?” Dick asks when he can’t see the youngest anywhere. The thermometer is now hanging out of his mouth. Dick looks ridiculous, Tim thinks, and not at all like his tough but cheery usual self. He really does look sick, now that he isn’t actively trying to hide it anymore, more so than before.

“I told him to take a shower and head to bed,” Bruce answers with a rare gentle smile at his oldest, “he wanted to stay.”

“But he’s alright?” Dick asks, leaning back into his pillow and letting his eyes slip shut.

“All good,” Bruce replies and Tim looks away as Bruce’s hand slips over Dick’s.  

“And you guys?” Dick’s words are mumbly, but the worry in his voice is still clear.

“We’re all fine, Dick,” Tim promises, patting his shoulder, “We’re all fine.”

Dick falls asleep again, his face finally looking relaxed and the small scowl slipping away.

He’s got Bruce, Tim, and Alfred by his side and Damian sleeping upstairs, Tim knows he’ll be alright.

[dibs4ever]

Dream :DickBabs Fanfic*Slightly Lemon*

I'm going to add a ”read more” link in the am

17 year old Barbara sat up in her bed hugging her knees to her chest. There was no way she was going back to sleep tonight. Not after the dream she had just had. ——They were in Dick’s room, nothing out of the ordinary but then the mood changed. He kissed her and then it got heated fast. They ended up in his bed, clothes discarded, him kissing down her bare body till his head was between her.......

Okay she wasn't going to think about it again. Dick was her best friend.

And dreams happened right.

But man did it feel real. It didn't help that she was staying at the Manor tonight due to a late patrol.

”Screw it I'm working out” shut muttered to herself throwing the sheets up

She got off the treadmill after 15 minutes and was about to begin doing squats when a familiar voice made her jump

”Couldnt sleep either I take it?”

She turned to see Dick making his way across the bat cave floor.

Barbara nodded her head “Umm yeah...you too?”

Dick smiled as he made his way over to a bench “Yup” he laid back “Do me a favor and be my weight for hip thrusts?” He asked patting his lap

Barbara shook her head “I can just get you a bar ready.” There was no way she was going to straddle his lap...not after that dream

Dick cocked his head to the side “But we’re always each other’s weights for hip thrusts.” A grin formed on his face

Barbara didn’t answer, instead looking off to the side

“Babs, are you okay?” He stood and began approaching her. He reached for her hand, their fingertips grazing before she pulled it back

“Babs” Dick asked moving so she was facing him “You didn’t get hit with some kinda serum or something tonight did you? You’re acting weird”

Barbara took a deep breath “I’m okay Dick I just-couldn’t sleep cause I had a dream”

Dick nodded “Like a nightmare?”

Barbara shook her head, she wouldn’t consider what she had a nightmare, was it a fantasy? No it was just a subconscious mind Dream, she only saw Dick as a friend. “More like an out of character dream”

Dick nodded taking a seat on a different workout bench “Well you can talk about it while you help me with hip thrusts. He laid back on the bench, wrapping his legs around her in the process and pulling her toward the bench

“Dick would you stop with the stupid hip thrusts. I don’t want to straddle you!” She unintentionally blurred out. She felt bad. Dick wasn’t doing anything wrong. They always liked to be each other’s weight for hip thrusts cause they could talk while working out.

Dick sat up looking at her oddly “Well when you say it like that it sounds dirty. Which it’s not.” He tilted his head “Is that-did you have a sex dream?”

Barbara gave him the answer by not answering

Dick grinned widely “Tell me more! Who was it about? Wait don’t tell me let me guess. Was it Wally? Do I know him? Please tell me it wasn’t Bruce cause I might actually barf”

Barbara bit her lip and shook her head “If it was Bruce I’d be barfing right now”

“Wait Tell me was it Roy? Dick asked ignoring her statement “ Cause I’m not gonna lie I think he’s always secretly had a crush on you”

Barbara again shook her head grimacing slightly at the thought of Roy checking her out

Dick brought a finger to his chin “Let’s see is it....”

“ It was you.” Barbara blurted

Dick’s mouth fell agape “Me! “ then he started chuckling

“I’m glad you’re finding this humorous “ she eyed him

Dick smiled “Oh come on Babs it’s funny”

Barbara shook her head “Dick you did things—-we did things. That most would not consider funny”

Dick shrugged “It was just a dream, no biggie “ he smirked “So Tell me was I good” He waggled his eyebrows

Barbara rolled her eyes “Dick-“

“Best you ever had huh” he teased

Barbara couldn’t help but smile “How are you so relaxed about this?”

Dick shrugged “Cause everyone has had dreams like that at some point

“You’ve had dreams...about who?” She inquired

Dick shrugged ”I’d rather not say”

She examined his change of demeanor he was acting shy and pulled back ”Me!?!” she held a hand to her chest

Dick jumped to her side ”I never said that” he pointed ”But umm I guess since you told me about your dream” he scratched the back of his neck ”Yeah”

Barbara wasn't sure if she should feel flattered or disturbed that he had dreamed about her ”Why didn't you tell me?” she asked

Dick shrugged ”Like I'm just going to come out and tell you that I dreamed about you giving me a lap dance last week?” he defended

Barbara grinned ”A lap dance?” she laughed ”Oh Grayson you really were dreaming everyone knows I can't dance worth a flip” she smiled ”Thanks for telling me, makes me feel better knowing you've had unintentional dreams too.” she looked at him sitting back on the bench ”Youre right its just a dream. If you want I can help you with those hip thrusts now”

Dick swallowed ”Now you want to?”

Barbara continued forward ”Sure why not? It was just a dream right?” She said innocently, knowing she was toying with him.

Dick shook his head ”Ya know what Babs, Im actually feeling pretty tired now. But thanks for the chat.” he jumped up stopping when he was standing in front of her ”See you at breakfast” he finished before dashing out

[jaytoddsbod]

Try Me Pt 1

|| 1 || 2 ||

Hi fam, so this might be the beginning of a series. Im not sure, so let me know if you like it and ill continue writing it! ~Leo

Warnings: Cursing, Sexual content

Your head throbbed as your eyes slowly opened, your hands making their way to your eyes and rubbing the sleep out of them. You raise an eye brow as you stare at an unfamiliar ceiling, since when did your dorm have a ceiling fan? You slowly sit up and a sudden cool rush of air hits your bare chest, your eyes widen as you look around the unfamiliar room. Oh shit. You look down at your bare chest and your eyes widen even further. Your mind starts to put the pieces of last night together. The party, the drinking, and the hot guy you made out with. Mentally scolding yourself for getting that drunk as your headache begins to throw its own party.

 The last question that was needing to be answered was the Who. Who was this mysterious Romeo sleeping next to you. Turing your head your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets as your eyes scan over the defined muscles. How the fuck? you mouth as you sit, mesmerized by the stranger’s figure. lifting your gaze to the mans face, you scream internally as you realizes that the stranger wasn't a stranger at all, it was in fact Jason Todd himself. The guy you’ve had a mad crush on ever since you saw him talking to Dick Grayson on the first day of University. You always thought you weren’t hot enough for him, or too awkward. And yet here you are lying naked in his bed, and how you managed that is beyond comprehension. Jason shifted in his sleep which caused you to panic. Shit shit shit. Carefully yet dramatically making your way out of his bed, you look behind you to check if Jason woke up, only to notice in your attempt to get out of his bed you took some of the blanket with you exposing the defined V-Line and apart of his lower abdomen. 

 You silently screamed as you attempted to gather your things and put your clothes back on. Holy shit ,holy fucking shit! You collected your keys, phone and purse and carefully made your way out of his room quietly shutting the door behind you. You quietly whisper-screamed curses to yourself as you swiftly walked down the hallway. How the hell were you going to explain this to your roommate?

The suns heat kissed your shoulders as you sat outside of the small campus cafe. You watched your freckled roommate take a sip of her coffee intently. Her eyebrow raised as she places her cup on the table.

“Can i help you?” she chuckles, looking at you confused. You shake your head and take a sip of your own well needed coffee. Your roommate smiles to herself and takes a bite of the blueberry muffin sitting on the plate in front of her.

“Y/n... you look like you’ve seen a ghost. What’s up?” she says. You sigh and prepare yourself.

“ You are never going to guess who’s bed i woke up in this morning.” Your hands made their way to you temples. Your roommate looking at you over the porcelain coffee cup as she took another sip.

“Who?” she says into her cup.

“Jason. I woke up in Jason’s bed.” You hid your now blushed face in your hands as you begin to recall that night.

“Wait, like Jason Todd, Jason?” you nod your head in response.

“Holy shit Y/n! Wait, did you have clothes on?” Her curiosity increasing.

“No Sam, we did not.” Your face grew hotter as her smile grew wider.

“I am so proud!” she cheers while grabbing your hand. You shoot her an annoyed look and pull your hand away. You shift awkwardly as her smile grows playful.

“So... How was it? Was he good? Oh god i bet you he was good”

“Sam!” You throw a crumpled up napkin at her. “Im freaking out! I just awkwardly bumbled out of his dorm room and just kinda left him there in all of his naked glory and i don’t know what to do! Like do i call him? Do i just avoid him forever?”

“What! Why didn’t you stay! Oh my God can you imagine what his morning voice sounds like?” Sam placed her head onto her hands and stared off into the distance. You snap your fingers in front of her and she jerks her head back in shock.

“You aren’t helping, like at all.” Your voice full of annoyance. Sam takes another bite of her muffin and begins waving it around as she speaks.

“Its a rookie mistake, next time just wait till he wakes up!” 

“Sam!” Just as you were about to scold her again for not taking your situation seriously you see two large shadows form on Sam’s body. 

“Hey ladies.” a voice pipes up from behind you. You see Sam’s face light up, turning around you make eye contact with the two gentlemen.

“Hey Dick! Hey Jason!” she chirps. You swiftly turn yourself back around in your chair so your back faces the brothers. 

“Jay and i are headed to the football game, you guys should join us!” Dick asked. Sam’s face lit up and turned towards you. You looked up at her and subtly shook your head, Sam gave you a ‘oh come on” look and you retaliated with another shake of the head. Sam rolled her eyes and faced Dick and Jason again.

“Sure! We’d love to!” a smile was painted across Dick’s face as he nudged Jason’s arm.

“Awesome! Me and Jay are going to grab a bite to eat in the cafe and then we will meet you both back out here!” and with that you watched the brothers make their way into the cafe. Once then entered the building you quickly turned your head to face your roommate.

“Sam! What the fuck was that? I can’t just- i can’t. I’m awkward and weird and i just can’t!” Anger and stress laced your voice. Sam just smiled and drank the rest of her coffee.

“Y/n... You aren’t weird and yes you can! Just don’t leave him in all his naked glory this time!” Your face smashes into your hands and you mentally curse yourself. Today was going to be a long awkward day...

[bubsdolan]

im a sucker for virgin reader w gray like he’d be so sweet and patient omg so much foreplay he’d be like “talk to me baby does that feel good?” 🥰💕🥺

“baby, you sure about this?” grayson whispered as he rested both hands either side of your head, hovering over your body and staring down at you with gentle adoring eyes.

after confining in grayson on a late night drive, being restless and unable to sleep, you spilled your biggest secret to your boyfriend. one that kept you awake most nights with anxiety. a new and blossoming relationship but you felt ready. grayson made you feel safe and you trusted him wholeheartedly. he never once judged you, never once pressured you into anything you weren't comfortable with and from that, you knew he was the one. 

his voice was so sincere, that any doubts and fears you harboured about losing your virginity to the love of your life were instantly washed away. you knew you wanted this. you wanted grayson. 

reaching up and pushing his mop of hair away from his eyes and off his forehead, you brush your thumb across the apple of his cheek. your touch made grayson melt, his lips curving into a smile as you both basked in the peace and comfort of each other. it felt so natural being in his arms, like he was the missing piece of your heart and you were ready to feel whole and complete in more ways than one. 

“i’ve never been more sure.”

you press your lips to grayson’s, more of a reassurance for him rather than yourself, as he lowered his body down to trap yours underneath. his weight on top of you making you feel protected. he hummed agasint your lips in content, breathing in the scent of you after a heavy makeup session and the lingering smell post shower.

grayson’s needy lips moved from your own, down to your neck. lightly nibbling and sucking to find your sweet spot, smirking to himself when he managed to make you gasp and grip the ends of his hair. from there, he littered soft kisses down your body, worshipping you and only adding to the fact he thought you were the most beautiful woman alive. he had to pinch himself for what he was about to do. nothing felt real. you didn't feel real. 

“bet you taste so sweet,” grayson licked his lips as he winked at you. reaching down to remove your panties and leaving you bare in front of his hungry eyes. bare, wet and open, all for him. he couldn't help but let out a growl at the delicious sight of your pussy, glistening for his eyes only and ready to finally be treated in the best way possible. 

the cold air exposed to your pussy and grayson’s reaction to seeing you for the first time, send shivers down your spine. it made you more desperate for him. now more than ever. 

“gray, please.” you throw your head back, followed by a moan when you feel him blow warm air on your pussy. his lips teasing your folds as he made one last check to see if you were ok. his mind only concerned for you and your pleasure and your comfortability. 

all he needed was a quick nod from you to grant him permission to dive head first into your folds. his lips wrapping around your clit, sucking and lapping away which caused a warm, yet unfamiliar sensation that made you hiss. you arched your hips into him, almost suffocating grayson’s head with your thighs as he picked up the pace of his tongue.

‘talk to me baby, does that feel good?” grayson mumbles, still nose deep in your cunt as he wanted to savour every last minute. he wanted to remember the way you tasted, the way you smelt, the way he had you trembling and he was only just getting started. 

“so good, gray, feels good,” you propped yourself up on your forearm and then promptly let yourself fall back onto the pillow after catching the unforgettable sight of grayson buried inside you. your face burning slightly at the compromising position he was in but never wanting him to stop lapping away at your juices. you wondered why you waited so long in the first place. grayon dolan and his mouth was heavenly.

“gonna add a finger, you trust me baby?” grayson pulled away abruptly. causing you to whine in annoyance and him to chuckle at your neediness, one he could get used to. 

“you trust me?” grayson question again, needin to hear your voice. his fingers curled around your thighs to drag your body along the bed and closer to his. your juices dripping down his chin and getting caught in his beard, had you complying to whatever he had in mind. you trusted him regardless but even more when you clearly marked your territory on him with your cum. 

“trust you, gray- oh shit!” you squeal. hissing slightly in pain when grayson inserts one finger slowly inside your hole dripping hole. using your wetness as lucubration to nudge at your entrace and stretch you out enough to find it enjoyable. 

“doing so well for me, baby. relax yeah, it'll feel good i promise,” your heart beats faster at grayson’s praise and reassuring words. your body loosening up as you wanted to make him proud of you, the feeling of his finger pushing inside you slowly turned from a slight pain to immense pleasure when he added a second. two digits to stretch you out even more, curling them inside you and slowly starting to rock them in and out with a rhythm. 

“like that sweetheart?” if grayson wasn’t two fingers deep inside your pussy, you would have felt embarrassed at his intense stare. but the way he was so attentive to your facial and body movements, and constantly checking in on you, had you melting into his touch and begging for more.

it was hard to talk aside from your irregular pants and whimpers, tilting your head up to watch intensely at your boyfriend, trying to slow the racing beats of your heart. you nodded, swallowing. “good,” you managed out, then sucked in a harsh breath, “very good.”

“such a good girl for me, so proud of you”  he watched your face for a second, smiling softly to himself and only confirming in his mind, how deeply in love with you he was.

he could feel you were close, the way your body was naturally gravitating closer to his, your breathing staggered and your moans increasing. when his name fell from your angelic lips, he dipped back down to kiss at your clit. his mouth working in harmony with his fingers as he drew you closer to your first ever orgasm. 

“gray-” you felt uneasy about the new, weird sensation bubbling in the pit of your stomach. but grayson only shushed you concerns and carried on his work on your pussy. tugging your folds between his lips as fucked you though your climax.

“grayson -fuck, oh my god.”

“cum for me, baby. let me see how good i make you feel.”

whimpers left your lips as you wrapped your legs around grayson’s head and felt yourself come undone on both his mouth and fingers. his name leaving your lips repeatedly and your gripped tightening in his hair as you gave into the euphoric feeling. 

“good girl.” he squeezed your thigh reassuringly, letting you catch your breath, before softly pulling his fingers out of your slick hole. frowning at the small whine you let out from the a stinging sensation , before he’s trapping your body once again under his and leaning in to allow you to taste yourself on his lips with a soft and gentle kiss. 

“you did so well for me, baby.” he whispered agasint your lips. noses brushing together, eyes screwed shut. in heaven.

“i love you gray.”

“i love you more,” grayson brushes the hair that was now stuck to your forehead due to sweat, away. admiring how pretty you looked all flushed and fucked out from your first orgasms he caused. he felt proud and so fucking blessed you picked him.

“want your dick, gray- please, need it.”

“fuckkk baby, im going to take such good care of you.” 

{part 2}

[bubsdolan]

16 and 17 on the prompt list with Ethan

“I’m going to die if you don’t let me cum.”, “Wow, you take cock like it’s your day job.”

smut masterlist.

you knew the minute you denied ethan of his climax this morning after waking him up to morning head, you were in for it. he needed to assert his dominance, to show you who’s the boss and he’s not one to be messed with.

the moment grayson finally headed off to bed, leaving you and your extremely deprived and horny boyfriend alone, he pounced. handcuffing your arms to the headboard, restricting your movements entirely as he held a vibrator to your overly sensitive clit. getting off in the way you moaned and pleaded with him to let you cum as only smirked and turned it on the highest setting.

“i’m going to die if you don’t let me cum,” you hiss throw gritted teeth. pulling on your restraints as ethan lets out an amused laugh, eyes darkening as you challenge him. he always knew you had a kinky side and he loved to push it as far as you would let him. in response to your claim, he swirls the toy around your pussy, collecting your juices on the tip and watching in awe as your back arches and you push yourself closer to ethan in desperation.

“should have thought about that before your little game this morning, sweetheart. consider this payback.”

“daddy, pl-please. need your cock, i’ll be a good girl,” you lift your head from the amound of pillows ethan situated under you, wanting you be as comfortable as possible, no matter how much he was destroying your body. his kind, loving side always shone through when it came to you. a day never passed were your boyfriend didn't display his love for you by his actions; whether it be small kisses on your cheek, temple or lips randomly, making you food even when you didn't ask, or making you feel as safe and comfortable as he could during your sexual activies. 

ethan decided he was tired of teasing you, he wanted you as much as you wanted him. your pussy was glistening under his nose, the scent of you filling the room as his mouth watered at the thought of pounding your pretty little cunt. turning the toy off and throwing it to the side, for you to suck on and clean up later, he lined his throbbing member up with your entrance and pushed the entire length into you without warning. 

“fuck i love this pussy,” ethan throws his head back with a moan, allowing your walls to adjust to his size as his hands hold your hips to steady your body and keep you from slipping away. your juices not only coating his cock, but leaking out of you and creating a puddle of arousal on the bed sheets. 

“holy shit! feels so good, daddy. so fucking good,” you craved to touch him. to claw at his back and feel the softness of his skin under your fingertips. your wrists were still handcuffed to the bed, desperate to be freed and have the skin on skin contact with your boyfriend that always turned you on more than the sensation of bondage. 

“you fucking dirty girl,” a string of curse words leave ethans lips as he thrusted in and out of your tight folds. you had never felt so full, your climax rapidly approaching with each deep thrust he gave you. ethan watched you withering beneath him, legs shaking as you spread them further apart to accommodate more of him. 

“wow you take my cock like it’s your day job,”reaching over and opening your mouth with this thumb, he pushed it between your lips. instructing you to suck on his finger as his thrusts only picked up. 

“god im so fucking close,” you hear ethan moan, his eyes squeezing shut as you bit down on his thumb when you feel your stomach turn. the butterflies intensifying. the pleasure overwhelming as you prayed ethan would allow you to cum for the first time tonight. after what felt like hours of teasing, you weren't sure how much longer you could hold off agasint his demands.

dropping his thumb from our plump, raspberry tasing lips, “look at me when you cum,” he hisses. lifting one of your legs to rest on his shoulder in order to allow him to hit deeper inside your folds. 

“i want you to look at me when you cum, when you squirt all over my cock and remember who you belong to,” with a few more thursts and a string of “fuck”, “shit”,”harder”, you came- harder than you ever had before. your juices gushing out of you as you hear ethan follow soon after. his own cum squirting and hitting the back of your walls as he pushed his dick all the way into you. completely filling up your pussy. he finished with one final hard hitting thrust to make sure you took everything he had to offer you. 

you slowly found yourself getting lost in the feeling of him. the feeling of warmth from his cum, love from the way his eyes sparkled as you gradually came down from such a high and the softness of his hands dancing over your skin- worshiping you. ethan was rubbing at the areas where he gripped a little to tightly to your body when he came raw inside your pussy. 

ethan allowed you a few minutes to collect yourself, reaching over your body with his dick still tucked snugly inside your pussy, he finally realises your hands from the cuffs. bringing his lips to each wrist and kissing the now tender skin. constantly apologising for the roughness of his teasing and reassuring you just how much he loved you. ethan praised you for being such a good girl but in turn, started to remind you that you still needed to pay for teasing him earlier in the day. he was far from finished with you. the orgasm you had previous, only the first of many.