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you can’t keep a boy wonder down

[bludhavenstar]

masterlist ⋆⭒˚.⋆

requests open

★ angst | ♡ smut

Bruce Wayne

bonding

call it echolocation

a magic discovery

child of love

Dick Grayson

worth the pain ★

touch tank ♡

patched up ♡

the love that i've always had

Jason Todd

deal with the devil

bound

free from bounds ♡

(not) broken

kidnapped ★

Tim Drake

intel gone wrong

Cassandra Cain

mistakes on purpose

Stephanie Brown

cliché

[ckalaveram]

Me when I rush things… (literally did this in basically an hour um.)

[bludhavenstar]

I know I’m not particularly active on here (I’m trying to change that) but if I see anyone on the fandom using AI in their writing, or reblogging AI art, it will just be a straight block.

[trflgar-deactivated20260402]

cw ; 18+, smut, fem!reader, explicit mentions of protected sex (wrap it before you tap it), explicit mentions of masturbation (m), exes with benefits, mild angst

─ dick grayson, who swears up and down that this is the last time the two of you’ll ever fall back into the same bed again. but he’s said that last time, and the time before that, and the time before that. he’s said it so many times it nearly feels like a broken record, a crooked ritual of sorts, something he’s muttered between whines into your neck and way his hands tug your hips closer.

─ dick grayson, who still can’t look at someone else the way he looks at you even months after the breakup. who tells wally he’ll move on eventually, only to pant out your name at night when he’s alone. when he’s fisting his cock, hips jerking up the same way they do when he’s under you. he can practically feel the ghost of the way your thighs would squeeze around him when you’re close, the way you’d lean back, one hand gripping his thigh as the other rubbed frantic, desperate circles on your clit, the way your pace would turn into sloppy grinds.

─ dick grayson, who alway cums fast at the thought of you. who whines out your name as he spills hot, thick ropes over his knuckles and stomach. your name still sticks to his tongue like poison long after the mess he made cools wet and sticky. he always feels sick afterwards.

— dick grayson, who has to groan out through clenched teeth whenever he’s inside you. he buries his face in your neck as his hips snap forward, one hand behind your left knee holding you open for him as your other leg’s hooked around his waist. he can feel the words build up behind his teeth as he gets close. it takes a great deal of effort to not pant out ‘i love you’ as he spills into the condom.

─ dick grayson, who lays there half sprawled on top of you afterwards as his heartbeat calms down to a steady rhythm and his lungs learn to fill with air. he’s silent as he feels your fingers skim over the line of his spine. he closes his eyes as the pads of your fingers trace over the scars over his muscles without looking, as if you’ve committed them to memory; one you’re unable to forget. he can feel your heartbeat against his, the once quick pace slowly fading into something steady. he wishes he could stay in this moment forever.

─ dick grayson, who silently watches as you gather up your clothes, pulling on your panties on one leg at a time. his fist clenches and unclenches against the sheets as he tears his gaze away from your back and onto the ceiling. he knows this is how it always ends, one of you leaving. it’s some sick kind of routine, after all.

trflgar, 2026

masterlist

[bludhavenstar]

dilf dick grayson taking care of the kids and milf reader watching/enjoying it

here u go! i hope u like it ^v^ very much based in knightfight so sorry for the angst that bled through the cracks but i enjoyed writing this!!

[bludhavenstar]

the love that i've always had ✮⋆˙

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pairing: dilf!dick grayson x fem/milf!reader

warnings: spoilers for knightfight #1, reader has bio kids

word count: 750

a/n: sorry that its so completely obvious that im trying to reconcile my personal characterisation of dick with this request and also with the contents on knightfight #1...hope u like it! ^v^

request: dilf dick grayson taking care of the kids and milf reader watching/enjoying it

Dick’s always been good with kids; you’d seen it with Damian through the years, the way he’d be gentle and available whenever Bruce wasn’t, even if it was to his detriment. Even with Tim, he’d been there, an eager ear or shoulder to cry on. But you’d never gotten the impression that he wanted kids of his own. He was fulfilled by his siblings, by the brief parentified role he’d played in Damian’s life. 

So it was a bit of a shock when, in the midst of his grief, in training the new Robins, organising things with Roy, he’d told you that he wanted to have kids, that he’d been thinking about it for a while now and he’d changed his priorities, that it was fine if you hadn’t changed yours, and you’d figure something out. You weren’t actively opposed to kids, you’d just equally been fine without them. There was something in his eyes when he told you, though, that just made you melt; a quiet desperation. He wasn’t insistent. Even when you told him you’d think on it, he didn’t try to persuade you, or make a case in his favour. You trusted him, to tell you what he wanted, but losing his family had changed him, and you were still, years after, trying to figure out if it was a grieving period, or a new man he was becoming. 

So you waited. And waited. And then, just over five years after everything with Bruce, it happened by chance; you had told him, he had supported you, and you had given him the first proper joy in his life in a long time. 

Now, you let yourself have quiet days, slow days in the sun. At night, the city comes alive, the neon lights call him out, and he puts on the cowl and leaps over the rooftops with his robins. But, when the sun is up, he’s yours, and you get to watch him be full of love. 

It’s a bright day, and you’re lounging around in the yard. He’s entertaining your youngest, six months old, on the grass whilst your elder toddler runs around. He’s lying on his stomach, white t-shirt stained from the grass and soil, making faces and helping the baby stand up and dance as it giggles. The backdoor is open, and there’s a slight breeze; from inside the house, music softly plays - Hard Drive by Evan Dando, one of Dick’s favourites - and Dick hums along as he moves the baby to the beat. 

He glances up at you, his smile dazzlingly bright and eyes luminous; they’ve gotten more and more blue over the years. You smile back at him. You’ve never been so in love.

You look over at your eldest as they run up to you, showing you the toy they’ve been playing with excitedly. You listen to them babble on, and hear Dick sigh as he stands and picks up the baby, walking over to you.

“Very cool. Hey, five more minutes, okay?” Your eldest nods before sprinting off to make the most of their countdown. He kisses you, baby in arms. “Food?” he asks.

“I could eat,” you say. He smiles and you run a hand through his hair; he’s greying, has been for a while now, but it suits him. Watching him get older is bittersweet, and you think he feels it too. Seeing him mature, embrace not being the young quippy Nightwing, has been poignant; the move back to Gotham, all of it. He’s grown, but he’s been the only one who got to. “I love you, you know,” you say softly. You watch his eyes crease around the edges and go bright.

“I know. You make a point of saying it.” 

You give him a look. “That’s not the right response to that.”

“I love you, too,” he says, planting a kiss on your cheek. “Naptime, then we eat, yeah?” You nod and watch him disappear inside to busy himself with putting the baby down. In a few moments, he’s back, wrapping an arm around your waist as he corrals your eldest inside. You do the usual back-and-forth, the begging for five more minutes, neither of you relenting, until you’re all inside, shutting the door behind you. 

You lean on Dick’s shoulder, and feel his hand squeeze your hip. 

“I love you,” he says definitively, then glances at you. “You know that.”

“Yeah,” you say, giving him a kiss before sliding out his grasp. “I know.”

[bludhavenstar]

hi! when i try and click on ur first 3 Dick Grayson works, it tells me there’s nothing there!

Anon ur such an angel bc this made me realise that all the links on my master list are broken since I changed my url 😭 I fixed the dick Grayson ones and will fix the rest but also uh….those fics are old so proceed with caution if ur going through them (idk how well they hold up)!! 🫶🫶🫶

[bludhavenstar]

how it feels to not rlly fuck with father!dick grayson or think he’d want kids during the current dilf grayson epidemic

[robin-vb]

He would get a piercing just to annoy Bruce

[bludhavenstar]

someone send me a dan mora dilf dick grayson request i need an idea

[frownyalfred]

“Gothamites think Batman is a meta” "Gothamites think Batman is a human" no. Gothamites know Batman is a third worse thing where he tanks a hit like a meta, bleeds everywhere like a human, and then gets back up like some superhuman monstrosity that just crawled out of a sewer near Arkham. he isn't human, he's worse.

[teatimetaker]

Instagram (social media in general tbh) is really starting to piss me off but I still want to share my art cause I love drawing and its fun and don't want my art to stay sitting in my art folder

Anyway here's Dick and Bruce (shockingly enough this one of his better parenting moves)

[bichenart]

The irresistible urge to clone ur dead clone best friend….

Oopsies

[merletka]

Heh

[bianc0re]

Some things never change

[thelaughingmagician]

Nightwing (2016) #123

[cornetespoir]

Was trying to do one Crane a day this month but at this rate I'll do one a week 😔