On the thirty-third day of Dick’s capture, in the dead of night, Red Hood came.
“Where’s Jason?” Dick snarled, whipping around the second he felt Red Hood’s presence enter the dungeon. He pressed himself against the bars of the cell, his hands clenched tightly around the bars and his lips pulled back in a sneer.
Red Hood made his way towards him very slowly. His steps were strangely stiff but steady, and Dick felt like he could see the smirk under the mask. Red Hood did not answer until he was in front of the cell.
“Move away,” Red Hood said in a flat voice.
Dick growled, but he stepped back, allowing the guard to open the cell door. Red Hood dismissed them with a wave of his hand, and they scurried off thankfully.
“You have some fucking nerve showing up here,” Dick said, suddenly so angry that his voice was shaking. “I told you if you-”
“I didn’t do anything,” Red Hood said calmly. “I merely sent him away on a mission. If he ran into some troubles along the way, it had nothing to do with me. It would merely be his own incompetence.” Red Hood laughed.
“Don’t test me,” Dick said through gritted teeth. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Red Hood laughed. “It means exactly what it means, little blue. What do you think you can do to-”
Dick struck, his fist flying out at Red Hood’s face. His wrist was caught easily. Red Hood pulled him in, laughing darkly. “How pathetic, omega,” he said. “You really think I’d let you hit me?” His hooded and masked face lowered to Dick’s ear. “Don’t underestimate your alpha, little blue.”
There was suddenly a pulse of alpha hormones in the air, and Dick felt his clenched fist unconsciously relax. He inhaled sharply, the powerful scent making him feel dizzy.
“That’s right,” Red Hood rumbled in his ear. “You have no way of winning against me. Understood?”
Dick’s breath was weak. “Yes,” he whispered shakily.
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[I’ve also provided a map I drew to help myself when world building, and now to help you guys understand what is going on in this chapter. The “journey” shown is the one Jason disappeared on for two weeks, only referenced in conversation in Ch. 7]
After Red Hood left in a whirl of his blood-red cloak, Dick spent the night pacing up and down the cell. He could tell that his silent walks back and forth were unsettling for George and Piers, who were much more on edge than usual. When daylight finally started pouring into the tiny barred window, Dick had gathered his thoughts and his arguments.
Now he was just trying to find a way to keep his promise to Red Hood.
“You look particularly upset this morning,” Jason said, raising an eyebrow at Dick, who was so lost in his thoughts he did not hear Jason approach. Jason carried a tray of breakfast, as usual, but only with one hand. His other hand was bandaged and hung by his side. George and Piers were gone as well. “Is stretching not enough exercise so that you had to resort to marching?”
Dick did not even crack a smile. “Sit,” he said sharply, glaring at Jason.
“Did… I do something?” Jason asked in confusion, wisely sitting down. He gently set the tray down.
Dick stood in the middle of the room and crossed his arms. “I want you to tell me the truth,” he said. “Who the hell are you, and what the hell is your relationship with Hood?”
For the "HIS" series, maybe possessive Tim seeing as other people tried to court Dami and Dami didn't accept their courtship but Tim doesn't believe him. Maybe with some sounding (idk). I never prompted someone before...love the series btw.
His Fashionable Jealousy
“Father? You wanted to see me?” Damian asked, knocking on Bruce’s home office door before stepping inside.
Bruce glanced up and pushed himself away from his computer. “Yes,” he said. “I need you to do something for me.”
Damian’s eyebrows furrowed. Usually his father just told him to do things without asking. It almost sounded like he was asking this time. “What is it?” he asked suspiciously.
Bruce pulled out a manila folder from his desk and pushed it across his desk. Then, he laced his fingers together and stared Damian down. Damian stepped forward and grabbed the folder, casting his father a strange look. Then, he opened the folder. Damian frowned.
“I don’t understand,” he said, looking up against. Inside the folder was a picture of a young woman - a headshot. Her name was Delphine Hawthorne. Damian had never seen her before.
“I want you to meet her,” Bruce said. “She’s the daughter of one of my old business partners. I’m hoping-”
Damian shut the folder. “Is this some arranged marriage meeting that rich people set their kids up with to become even more rich?” he snarled. He slammed the folder back down. “I’m not going.”
Bruce frowned. “It’s not an arranged marriage, Damian. I have no idea where you got that idea from. It’s just a date or two. Her father and I are working on a very important business transaction, and it is extremely important that it works to our favor.”
“Your favor, Father,” Damian said bitterly. “I have no interest in this. If you want to convince him through his daughter, why don’t you go on a date with her instead.”
“Damian,” Bruce said. “It’s no different from keeping up the public persona you flaunt around at parties. You have no trouble talking to young heiresses then.”
“Because it doesn’t matter then!” Damian said through gritted teeth. “I have a-” He wanted to tell Bruce so badly, but how was he supposed to bring up the fact that he was dating his Father’s favorite? Instead, Damian just straightened and turned up his chin. “I am currently interested in someone.”
“Really,” Bruce said, undeterred. “Who is it?”
“I don’t need to tell you,” Damian said, turning his nose up. “I’m interested in them, and I am serious in pursuing them.”
“And you are free to do so,” Bruce answered calmly. “After you take Miss Hawthorne on a couple of dates.”
“Father-”
“Damian, this is no longer up for discussion. I’m sure your… someone would understand.”
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Thank you very much! I’m glad you like the series and thanks for prompting me! Apologies for taking a while to get to it.
If you’ve given me a prompt I haven’t gotten to, I’m terribly sorry for not getting around to it yet! When I open up prompts again, I’ll start with the ones I didn’t get to.
There are a few I’m still working on (and have been working on for quite a few days now) and they’ll be posted whenever I get around to finishing them.
So many of you wanted continuations to certain prompts, and I am very flattered you want them and you like them so much, but I don’t really know how to continue them without it being just plot. While I do want to get to everyone’s prompt and give everyone a chance, I can’t stay motivated doing the same prompts over and over again. Please understand if I don’t end up writing more of what you wanted.
Hopefully I’ll get back to prompts soon, and thanks to everyone who has prompted me!
Dick huffed. “You just don’t want to be bothered by me, is that it? Fine. Next time, I’ll just ask Jason to train with me. He even gives me candy.”
Damian stopped. “So it was Todd that gave you the sweets,” he said.
Dick gasped. “No, he didn’t!” he said quickly. “I haven’t even seen Jason today!”
“Lying is not an honorable trait to have, young Grayson,” Damian said with a click of his tongue. He set Dick back down on the ground. “Very well, go run around. I, on the other hand, now have some business with my omega.”
He turned around and started striding away swiftly.
Dick ran after him. “No, Dami, let’s go see the assassins train!”
“Go play, Grayson,” Damian said.
Dick continued running next to him, his lollipop forgotten in his hand. “Are you mad at Jason? He didn’t do anything!”
Damian gave Dick a small smile. “I suggest you cease your talking, Grayson. You are only making him sound more guilty. And no, I’m not mad at him. Yet.”
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[Also, why can’t we call this ship Jaymian? It just rolls off the tongue so much better.]
Could you do an ABO where the reason why Dick left and Bruce adopted Jason was because Dick had a teenage pregnancy? and the dad is Roy and when Lian is born everyone lies about who the mom is and that Dick is just the cool uncle ho is always there and no one knows the truth except Dick, Bruce and Roy.
He was young, excited, and honestly really dumb. He thought he was invincible because he was Robin. Everyone loved him, and he was a ray of sunshine in Gotham. As Dick Grayson, people sent him compliments left and right about how adorable he was, and how lucky Bruce was to have him as a son.
And perhaps, it got to his head a little bit. Dick was overconfident and tended to get little reckless with adrenaline pumping in his veins.
Dick could still remember that night with startling clarity.
He and Roy had just gotten back from a mission. It did not even matter what the mission was for. All Dick could recall was that it was a huge success, and he was abound with energy. So much so that it triggered his presentation prematurely. Typically, people presented around the time they turned eighteen, but it is possible to present a bit earlier or later.
Dick was sixteen and a half when his first heat was triggered, and he had no one else there but Roy. His pheromones were so powerful that he had triggered Roy’s premature presentation too. And so, the night went.
The two of them - one deep in heat, the other in the beginnings of his rut - found the nearest flat surface and christened it all night long. Dick still remembered the feeling of his first alpha knot swelling inside of him and pumping his fertile body full of delicious alpha seed.
Even in his heat-hazy mind, Dick was sure he knew exactly when it happened. It was a little shiver that ran through his full body and a tiny moan from his throat. Dick just knew.
But the next morning, Dick ignored it, denied it, blocked it from his memory. He and Roy swore never to bring that night up again. They gave their respective mentors no explanation of what happened to cause them both to present prematurely on the same night.
It was Alfred who convinced Dick to take a pregnancy test. A month and a half after the incident, Alfred finds out that Dick had been throwing up in his bathroom every morning.
It took some yelling and a lot more denial before Dick finally broke down and told Alfred what had happened that night. Alfred was sympathetic, and he let the young omega cry into his shoulder for hours. He did not tell Bruce.
Alfred held Dick’s hand while Dick waited for the results of the pregnancy test. Then, he held the boy again when he started crying at the news.
It was positive, but Dick already knew that. It was just that it was so jarring to see it on paper.
“It’s going to be okay, Master Dick,” Alfred said, pushing back Dick’s tear-matted bangs.
“No,” Dick sobbed, tears and snot flowing freely. “Bruce’s gonna fire me, and- and he’s gonna kick me out! And- And Roy-” He took a shuddering breath and started crying anew.
“Master Bruce won’t kick you out,” Alfred assured. “I won’t let him.” Those words did little to soothe Dick’s worries, especially considering he did not deny that Bruce will fire him.
Bruce took the news rather well.
He sat stoically behind his desk, staring at Dick, who almost shrank back under his gaze.
“How far?” Bruce asked, his voice impossibly soft.
“T-Two months,” Dick mumbled, twisting the tissue in his hands.
Bruce sighed, closing his eyes. He was silent for a long time. “I have a friend who is an obstetrician-gynecologist who specializes in... exceptional cases. She won’t say anything.”
Dick sniffled. He had been prepared for a sharp lecture on responsibility, but it never came. He nodded and asked the question that had been eating away at him day and night since he found out.
“Are you going to fire me?” he whispered.
“You can’t be Robin if you’re pregnant, Dick,” Bruce said coldly.
Dick nodded, understanding that much. “Then, where... where will I go?”
Bruce’s eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean? You’re still staying here, of course. You just be...” he sighed. “You’ll just be a normal teenager. I suppose I’ll have to pull you out of school as well. I’ll see if Madame Beaulieu is still tutoring...” Then, he gave Dick a sharp look. “Have you told the father yet?”
Dick twisted his tissue some more. “Not yet,” he said.
Bruce’s lips pressed together. “You should talk to him. Whatever you two decide...” He sighed again and shook his head. “I just hope it doesn’t mean I will have to see Queen more often.”
Dick cracked the tiniest of smiles at that. Maybe things really were going to be okay.
“Roy, I’m pregnant.”
Roy’s bowstring twanged as it snapped against his forearm. “Shit!” Roy yelled before turning to Dick. “You’re what?!”
“Pregnant,” Dick said, much calmer than he felt inside. He handed Roy another arrow.
Roy stared at him. “Fuck, it’s mine, isn’t it?” he asked. He dropped his bow and crouched down, snatching the arrow from Dick and tossing it aside. “Was it- Was it because of... that night?”
Dick nodded, pulling his legs up to his chest. “Yeah,” he whispered.
Roy sat down, dumbfounded. “Oh my god...”
“I know,” Dick said.
“Do you know its gender?” Roy asked.
Dick shook his head. “It’s too early to tell.”
“Oh,” Roy said. “What are you going to do?” he asked, staring at Dick’s belly, which had yet to show. “What about Robin?”
“I’m not Robin anymore,” Dick said, still miserable about that. “But B is letting me stay. As for afterwards... I don’t know,” he admitted. “I don’t want a kid, Roy. Not right now at least.”
Roy nodded. “I know what you mean,” he said. Then, he looked up at Dick. “Can I...?”
Dick laughed and uncurled himself. “You won’t feel anything,” he said, but he still let Roy touch. “My OBGYN said I probably won’t show for a while since I presented really early.”
“Oh,” Roy said, still in wonder. “Can I feel when you do start to show?”
Dick smiled. “Sure, Roytoy.”
Past that point, everything went smoothly. Dick mostly stayed at the Manor, occasionally going to visit Roy, but Roy mostly came over. They spent many nights just cuddling together in bed, despite Bruce’s unsubtle glare sent in Roy’s direction the first few times he stayed the night.
Dick’s belly grew as the months passed, and the baby was very healthy despite Dick’s young age, and Roy came with him to the OBGYN to find out the gender.
“A girl?” Roy asked, his voice suspiciously high.
The doctor nodded. “A perfectly healthy baby girl.”
Roy burst out crying, and Dick knew then that the baby was not going anywhere. As he suspected, Roy admitted that he wanted to take responsibility of the child after Dick gives birth. He even had a name picked out: Lian Harper.
Dick told him then that he was not ready to be tied down with a kid of his own, but he would like to be in Lian’s life, one way or another. They agreed on the plan and told Bruce and Alfred.
Bruce was almost relieved when he heard the news, and he was much more welcoming to Roy after that. Dick had the feeling that Bruce was not ready for the title of “grandfather” yet either, but he would not mind having a tiny child around in the Manor.
Roy did not tell Oliver anything until after six months after Dick had Lian. Oliver had been outraged, and he fired Roy for being irresponsible and for not telling Oliver anything. Roy had also lied and said the mother was some random girl he had met. Roy was not too upset about it, saying he and Oliver had been at odds for a while now.
Despite their heated parting, Oliver did pay for Roy and Lian to move into a penthouse of their own in one of the nicest areas of Gotham. It was fortunately close to the Manor as well, and Dick could visit them often.
But Dick... he was free again. As soon as he had gotten back in shape, Dick upped and left the Manor, and Nightwing was born.
Dick lived and breathed Nightwing. Most nights, towards the end of patrol, Dick would drop by Roy’s penthouse to say hi to Roy and to greet Lian, who adored her uncle Nightwing.
Dick was so happy with Nightwing that he was almost accepting of the new Robin. Almost.
Jason was brash and rude. He had screamed and recoiled violently from Lian when he first met her because Lian tried touching his face with her jelly covered fingers.
At least Lian found it incredibly entertaining.
“DeeDee!” Lian giggled, holding her hands out and wrapping them around Dick’s neck instead. “Jelly!” She pointed at Jason.
Dick grimaced and laughed. “That’s Jason, baby girl,” he said.
“Jelly!” Lian laughed, waving at Jason again. Jason glared at her from a safe distance away. Her other hand went to Dick’s hair, her sticky fingers pulling at her hair.
“Let’s go wash your hands,” Roy said, taking Lian from Dick. “You’re going to get Dickie all dirty. He’s supposed to be training Jason, and you’re supposed to have a nap now.”
“No!” Lian shouted, kicking her legs. “Daddy, no! Jelly! DeeDee!”
“I’m going to go put her down for a nap,” Roy said with a grimace, Lian’s fingers now in his hair too. “Work on that roundhouse kick, kid!”
Jason frowned at Roy’s back as he walked away. “I’m not a kid,” he grumbled, walking back to the training mats.
“Buba!” Lian screamed at Bruce when he walked by, still begging for someone to save her from the nap.
Dick laughed at Bruce’s alarmed expression. Then, he turned back to Jason. “You kind of are a kid though,” he said. “Now, let’s try the kicks again. Make sure to keep your legs straight, otherwise you won’t get that impact you want.”
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I wasn’t sure how to end this, so it was a bit sudden. And there isn’t... really... smut in this, but I had no idea how to work it in. Still, writing this was fun, so thanks for the prompt!
How about damian peeping at dick whose being fucked by Bruce?
Damian thought it was incredibly strange that neither Dick nor Bruce were anywhere to be found despite knowing they were in the Manor somewhere.
Damian was about to storm to his room and prepare his accusations to spit at Dick later about missing their weekly sparring session when he passed Bruce’s room.
If Damian had been lost in his own thoughts a little bit more, he would not have heard the muffled moan through the thick door. Damian froze where he stood. Then, he slowly approached the door, his hand hovering over the handle for a second.
While Damian entered every other room in the Manor without knocking, he has never gone into his father’s room without knocking before.
The moan came again, more of a shuddering cry this time though. Very slowly, Damian turned the handle, surprised to find it unlocked. He pushed it open the slightest bit.
From where he stood, he could see into the dimly lit room, but he could see Bruce’s bed very clearly. He easily recognized the bodies of both Dick and his father. Together. On the bed. Fucking.
Dick was on his knees and elbows, his back arched to stick his ass up. Bruce held his waist in a tight grip to slam his hips against Dick’s ass.
“Harder, B, please,” Dick begged, sounding so needy. “I need- I need you!”
Damian stood rooted there, not knowing how to react. His eyes were wide, and he knew he should be somewhat disgusted, or at least outraged. His father is fucking Grayson! There must be something morally wrong with that, isn’t there? But Damian could not tear his eyes away. And he would be lying if he said he was not intrigued.
Damian was aware that Dick were not picky on his choice of partners. Dick had even dragged Damian to a few Pride parades over the years, draping himself in pinks, purples, and blues.
His father was a bit more ambiguous on who he prefers. Bruce paraded women around once a week for the media, but as far as Damian knew, his father had only ever really been with two women, one of which was his mother. And Damian was only 98% certain that something happened before between his father and Superman because there is no way they are just good friends. His father did not make friends. But at least now, Damian could confirm that his father at least partially shared Dick’s tastes.
Even as he was running through these things in his mind, he was watching the scene in front of him, entranced.
There had been a mirror strategically placed behind the bed, so Damian not only got a perfect view of Dick’s desperate face, he also could see how Dick’s stretched hole was taking his father’s thick cock.
And he was begging for more. “Just like that, B! Yessss! Fuck me harder!”
“Such a bratty little slut,” Bruce growled. “Who said you could make demands?” He brought a hand down on Dick’s pert ass, the loud slap ringing in Damian’s ears long after it had faded.
Dick moaned and just bucked back against Bruce.
Damian could not believe his eyes. He knew Dick was emotionally masochistic, but could he be a pain slut too?
He watched as a tiny shiver ran down Dick’s body, spreading his legs even wider for Bruce. The whimpers and moans pouring from his mouth were absolutely sinful, and they were making Damian feel kind of weird.
Damian could see Dick’s own cock hanging under him, ignored and weeping for release. But Dick seemed determined to milk Bruce’s cock for all its worth first.
“You want it, Dick? Say it.”
“Fuck, Bruce, I want it! I want your cock. I want your cum. Please, B...” Dick croaked out, sounding so pathetic that Damian wanted to yell at his father for not giving Dick what he wanted.
“Have you earned it?” he grunted, still pounding deep into Dick, no doubt hitting all the best parts inside of him.
“Yesss,” Dick moaned. “I’ve been so good this week. Haven’t- Haven’t even touched myself.”
“That’s a good boy,” Bruce said. “Where do you want it, Dick?”
“I want- I want you to cum on my face,” Dick gasped out, fisting the sheets as he tried to stave off his climax. “B-”
Bruce ripped his cock of Dick’s hole, and Damian could see the gape before it clenched closed before opening again. Dick’s insides were so rosy and red, Damian wondered just how thick his father’s cock was to open Dick up like that.
“Turn around,” Bruce grunted.
Dick quickly scrambled off of the bed and knelt on the ground, his face turning up towards Bruce, who walked forward on his knees until his cock hung about Dick’s face.
“Please, B,” Dick whispered, his eyes wide and glassy, so close to orgasm but still so willing to please. His own hand was circled around the base of his cock, squeezing tightly.
Bruce grabbed his cock and started jerking it hard. Dick kept his eyes trained on the prize, his mouth wide open and tongue out. His own hand started stroking at the same speed as Bruce, and Damian was sure that Dick would not be able to to hold out, but as soon as the first spurt of cum hit Dick’s face, his own orgasm followed.
Damian held his breath as Dick moaned and shuddered hard, trying to stay still through the powerful waves of pleasure that rocked through him.
Rope after rope of thick cum landed on Dick’s face, getting into his soft black hair and painting over his plump lips. The sight made Damian’s throat go dry.
He watched as Dick licked his lips, his tongue searching out for more of Bruce’s cum. “Thank you, B,” Dick said with a smile. He leaned forward and took the head of Bruce’s cock into his mouth, cleaning it up with his skilled tongue.
Damian had to bite back a groan at the dirty sight. He stepped back from door, realizing in horror that he was hard in his pants. He quickly ran to his room and slammed the door.
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I was so sure I got under 1k this time, damn. Anyway, this was fun to write, and I was very excited when I saw this prompt. Thanks for prompting me!
I just finished reading your werewolf JayDick fics and it's incredible!!! Are werewolf mates like forever and something you just know once you meet? Because that would be so sweet but sad for Jason. Dick's completely oblivious and I can just imagine that if Dick genuinely wished it Jason would probably let Dick kill him? Does Dick even know what a mate actually is or does he have a prejudice warped hunter understanding that is horrible and cruel and hurts Jason when he voices it?
Aww, thank you so much! I’m so glad you asked, by the way! I’ve actually given this quite a bit of thought, so buckle in.
For this AU, werewolf mates are for life! I’m basing this off of the fact that wolves in the wild are believed to mate for life. So here’s how I’m imagining it: a werewolf would date like any normal person does, and they can have casual sex or date multiple different people throughout their life. Werewolves can choose their mates, there’s no one destined person for them, but there are some mates that are more fit than others. Call it an werewolf’s special sixth sense for mates. It won’t tell them THE ONE, but it will tell them VERY LIKELY THE ONE.
But to mark someone as their mate with a mating bite would be like a very permanent marriage between them. Once mated, there is no going back. The mate doesn’t have to be a werewolf, but it’s probably common for werewolves to mate amongst themselves due to the stigma surrounding them.
Additionally, while mated pairs may grow apart and decide not to be together anymore, the bond will still remain, essentially chaining them together (there’s probably something where the wolf needs to have its mate nearby/around). That’s why mating often doesn’t happen until a pairing is very sure.
This dynamic is only applicable to the Hunter/Hunted series though, since switching mates is possible in that other werewolf fic I wrote.
And Jason. Poor Jason trying to keep things lighthearted so he won’t scare Dick away with his feelings. Which, kind of makes sense seeing that he’s a werewolf and he’s in love with a werewolf hunter. A hunter! It’s the equivalent of a rabbit trying to get the attention of a hawk. The only logical way to do so is baiting. And that’s exactly what Jason is doing, except he’s falling a lot harder than he expected. He is trying to stay positive and hoping that he can change Dick’s mind about him before Dick finally decides he’s had enough and actually tries hunting Jason down.
Now with this in mind, is Jason willing to make Dick his mate? He does say it pretty often with that lighthearted tone of his, and he probably really wants to, but there’s definitely some risks to it. And even if he was sure, he has to bring it up to Dick somehow, which is an issue in itself.
Dick, on the other hand, has a very outsider POV of what werewolves are like. In his experiences, werewolves terrorize humans for fun or as some sadistic power move. He’s gotten been in a situation where he learns that some werewolves are just people trying to live their lives to the best of their ability. After all, if he started feeling sympathetic for him, he’d be compromising himself in his job.
Dick knows the basics about werewolf mates and stuff, but he probably doesn’t realize just how important a mate is. It’s likely why he’s not taking Jason very seriously at all. He’s got it in his mind that Jason’s just toying with him, which you can’t blame him for it; he’s being cautious since Jason is a werewolf.
So these two idiots have just created the perfect setting for some hardcore mutual pining and self-denial all covered up with casual flirting, jokes, and a monthly attempted murder and fuck :)
can i request one where dick is pregnant but doesnt know who is the father? he had slept with all his titans male mates and jason and now he doesnt have a clue who the father is
Dick had taken the pregnancy test as a joke. He was having a sleepover with the girls of the family, and they were waddling around with drying nail polish on their toes and face masks slathered on their faces.
Then, Dick started complaining about he had been feeling weird recently, wanting to eat strange combinations of foods and feeling nauseous in the mornings.
Cass giggled. “Maybe you will have a baby,” she said.
Dick rolled his eyes but smiled. “Haha, very funny.”
Stephanie snorted. “That’d be a sight to see,” she said. “I can see the headlines already. ‘Nightwing’s Baby Bump As Large As His Ass: Twins?? Exclusive pictures below’.”
"Hey,” Dick said. “My ass isn’t that big. And why twins?”
“Because twice the amount of good-looking babies, duh,” Barbara said, tossing a large chip into his mouth. “Grayson twins. It has a nice ring to it.”
Cass gasped and poked Dick’s arm.
“What?” he asked.
“You should take a pregnancy test,” she said, her eyes wide.
Dick laughed. “Why?”
She just shrugged.
“You should!” Stephanie chimed in. “I’ve always wondered what would happen if a guy took a pregnancy test.”
“It would be negative?” Dick asked. He looked to Barbara for help, but she just shrugged and ate another chip.
Cass got up and ran to the bathroom, coming back with a pregnancy test.
“Why is there just a pregnancy test lying around?” he complained. The girls dragged him to his feet and pushed him into the bathroom.
“We’ll be waiting out here!” Stephanie said in a sing-song voice. “You have three shoulders to cry on if it does end up pregnant.”
Dick rolled his eyes before flipping the box over to read the instructions.
“Can you guys, like, go into the other room?” he huffed. He could see their feet hovering right outside the door. “I’m bladder shy or something.”
They laughed at him, but eventually moved into the living room to wait. He followed the instructions, and waited five minutes.
The test said positive.
Dick had to sit down and look at it again. Still, there was no change. There were two lines in the little window. Dick read the back of the box one more time to make sure it really was positive.
He took a deep breath. It was probably a faulty test. The girls most likely rigged it somehow.
He walked out of the bathroom. “Ha ha, very funny,” he said, waving the test around. “Look, I’m pregnant, ha ha ha. Almost had me fooled there.”
“Wait, does it say positive?” Barbara asked.
“Well, you tell me,” Dick said. “You guys were the ones who messed with it.”
“No, we didn’t,” Stephanie said slowly. “Does it really say positive?”
“Er...”
“Dick, are you pregnant?” Cass asked, her face serious. She stood up and came over, giving Dick a hug. “It’s okay,” she said. “I support you no matter what.”
Dick gave a weak laugh. “Guys, I’m not pregnant. It’s a faulty test.”
Even as he said that, he had a shred of doubt. So of course, he went home and took a bunch more tests, all of which said positive as well. He went to a private clinic and had blood tests done. It was still positive.
Dick sat down on the couch at the end of the week, his head in his hands.
He was about a month along, the doctor had told him. Dick thought back to a month ago as to who the hell the father could be. It turned out, it was not as easy as he thought.
March 3
“Thanks for all your help,” Dick said, spitting out his respirator and peeling the dive fins off of his feet. “I couldn’t have done that without your help,” he said to Garth.
They had just finished intercepting a smuggling ring that was using the underwater pipelines in Gotham Bay for their operation.
“No problem,” Garth said. “It was nice to see you again.”
Dick grinned back at him, shaking out his hair. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” He opened his arms to give Garth one of Dick Grayson’s famous hugs.
“Hm, quite,” Garth said. “But is that any way to greet your old friend?”
Dick laughed when Garth pulled him in by his waist. He threw his arms around Garth’s neck, pulling the slightly taller man down for a kiss. Dick hummed happily, pulling himself closer and giving himself to the kiss. Garth kissed with all the power of the ocean behind him, surging forward and enveloping Dick so completely. Dick could easily lose himself to Garth’s kisses.
“I’ve missed you, Dick,” Garth said with a glint in his eyes.
Dick giggled, sneaking a hand down to cup the bulge in his suit. “I can tell,” he said. He glanced around. “Well, we are in a small, concealed cave where no nosy locals will come poking around in...”
Garth smiled. “You read my mind,” he said, reaching back to unzip Dick’s modified Nightwing suit.
He peeled the wetsuit off like a second skin, his hand running down Dick’s scarred chest as he pulled it down even lower. Then, he snorted when he saw what Dick wore underneath.
“Only you, Dickie,” he laughed, snapping the hot pink g-string.
“What? It felt appropriate,” Dick said with a grin. “Someone bought it for me for my birthday and I haven’t gotten a chance to wear it yet.”
“So I’m the first who gets to see you in this?” Garth asked, squeezing Dick’s ass.
Dick leaned over the large black rock in the middle of the cave. He spread his legs apart as much as his wetsuit would allow. “Would you like a closer look?”
It only went downhill from there, but in a good way. A very good way. Dick got a good fucking against that rock, and he could feel Garth’s cum soaking into the seat of his wetsuit all the way back home.
March 5
It was a hot and sunny day out, and Wally had called Dick up, asking if he wanted to help him move out of his current apartment into his new one.
Dick was not particularly looking forward to the hot and sweaty work of carrying boxes back and forth, but he would not pass up an opportunity to see his best friend and sometimes fuck buddy. And he had a feeling Wally just wanted some company, otherwise he would have the moving done within twenty minutes.
“Dude, look what I found!” Wally said, pulling out a dusty glass bottle with something in it. “I think it’s an old candle.” He sniffed it and gagged.
“Wally,” Dick said with a laugh. “You’re supposed to be packing that away, not unpacking it!”
“Yeah, but this stuff is disgusting!” Wally said. “I don’t even like...” he stared at the label. “Rosy Raspberry! Blergh.”
“Then toss it,” Dick laughed. He taped up a box of framed photographs.
Wally tossed the old candle into the trash box before flopping backwards. “I don’t want to do this anymore, Dickie,” he whined.
“We’ll never get this done if you don’t start working,” Dick said with a grin.
“No,” Wally pouted. “I’ve got no motivation to work right now. It’s too hot.”
Dick smirked, getting an idea. He crawled over the boxes between them like a cat. Then, he sat himself down onto Wally’s thighs. “Could I motivate you?”
Wally stared at him, not understanding. “I said it’s too hot, Dickie, why are you sitting on- oh.” His eyes grew wide when Dick tossed away his tank top and slipped a hand under Wally’s shirt. “I suppose I could be motivated,” he said.
Dick smiled. He leaned down, kissing Wally, their tongues dancing with each other like they had done so many times before. After all, Wally had been Dick’s first gay kiss back when they were still in the sidekick capes.
Dick moaned into the kiss, pulling away and licking that the strand of saliva between them. Wally’s kisses always left Dick’s lips buzzing pleasantly.
He slipped a hand into Wally’s shorts, grinning wider when he noted that Wally was going commando, just like he was.
“Great minds think alike,” Dick said, rubbing their half-hard cock together through the fabric of their shorts. “I want to ride you,” he whispered.
Wally’s hands squeezed Dick’s hips. “Be my guest,” he said, eyeing Dick hungrily as he slowly slipped the shorts off of himself. He pushed Wally’s pants down as well, taking Wally’s cock into his hand, stroking it slowly.
“Oh, I will,” Dick said.
They did not finish packing or moving that day, but Dick did get to ride Wally one last time in his old apartment and he got fucked into the bed in Wally’s new bedroom, so he would count it as a successful day.
March 6
Dick wished he could say that he handled his reunion with Roy really calmly. But he really had not.
The last time he had talked to Roy, it had been half a year ago, and they had had a massive argument over something inconsequential that led to a physical tussle and ended with Dick’s arm dislocated and Roy’s jaw fractured.
And somehow, they caught each other trespassing on property that belonged to neither of them.
It was Jason’s apartment they were both sneaking into, and Jason was in New York on “business”. Dick was halfway through the window, and Roy was rummaging through Jason’s cabinets.
“What are you doing here?” Dick asked warily.
They were eyeing each other, unsure of how to act. They may as well be circling and waiting for the other to make the first move.
“I could ask you the same,” Roy said. “This is Jay’s apartment.”
Dick tilted his head up. “Well, he lets me borrow it sometimes.” It was a bit of a lie. He had only been to his apartment once, and he was hiding here to lose a couple of creeps on his trail. “What about you?”
“I left something here last time,” Roy said coolly. “Just going to grab it and be gone.” He went back to rummaging through Jason’s cabinet.
Dick stared at him for a second before cracking a small smile. “You can’t find it, can you? I think Jason did a deep clean through here since the last time I came by too.”
Roy huffed and closed the cabinet. “Damn it, Jay,” he said under his breath.
“I could... help you look if you tell me what it is?” Dick offered.
Roy gave him a look before smiling wryly. “Thanks. It’s a half eaten bag of cookies. I hid a microchip inside of it.”
“Yikes,” Dick said, opening another cabinet to help Roy look. “Does Jason know? He might have thrown it out.”
“He better not have,” Roy growled. “I told him to hold onto it for me.”
Dick’s cabinet had dishes and cups, so he ducked down to check under the sink. It also had nothing but cleaning supplies.
He huffed. “Maybe it’s not in the kitchen?” he asked. “Have you checked anywhere else? Jay keeps his important things in the bedroom, usually.”
“But would he keep cookies in the bedroom?” Roy asked with a grimace, giving up on his cupboard and following Dick towards Jason’s bedroom.
“Have you tried contacting him?” Dick asked with a shrug, flicking on the lights. He went to the dresser and started going through it. Nothing but clothes, previously folded neatly and now messed up by Dick.
“Only a hundred times,” Roy said. “He’s not answering.”
Roy started rummaging through Jason’s closet. Dick had a passing through that Jason was going to kill the both of them when he sees the state of his apartment now.
Suddenly Roy gasped. “Did you find it?” Dick asked, turning.
“No, but I found these.” Roy held up a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. “Never took Jaybird to be into that.”
Dick laughed. “Maybe they aren’t his. Perhaps he’s holding it for someone just like he was holding those cookies for you.”
Roy fiddled with the handcuffs. “Nah, these are the real deal.” Suddenly, he grinned at Dick. “You wanna try them on?”
“You’re asking me?” Dick asked. “I dunno, Roy...”
“What, not kinky enough for you, Goldie?”
“Oh, gimme those,” Dick said with a scoff, snatching the handcuffs from Roy. He snapped them around his wrists. “I could snap these if I really wanted to,” he said, testing the strength of the chains.
Roy stood, crowding Dick back until Dick hit the edge of Jason’s bed and toppled over it.
“This is Jason’s bed,” Dick said.
“Scared of Jaybird, Dickie?” Roy asked, crawling onto the bed with him. “We’ve already messed up his apartment.”
Dick bit his lower lip. The handcuffs were feeling quite nice around his wrists, and he had to admit, Roy looked really good hovering above him right now. And Dick’s hardening cock was a testament to that.
“If we clean up, maybe he won’t notice,” Dick said slowly, trying to reason with himself.
“Exactly,” Roy said. “So that’s a yes?”
Dick nodded, condemning himself to a terrible, but very hot situation. It made him painfully hard just thinking about how wrong it was to be fucking Jason’s best friend, his best friend, on Jason’s bed, without Jason’s knowledge, and Dick moaned softly at the thought.
Roy procured a bottle of strawberry lube from behind his back. “Found this too,” he said with a smirk. Then, he started undoing Dick’s suit with ease, having taken it off of Dick multiple times before.
“Hurry up,” Dick said quietly. “Shit, I’m so turned on right now. We’re going to get in so much trouble.”
Roy kissed him hard. “No, we’re not, birdie,” he said. Still, he moved a bit faster, shoving a couple lubed fingers into Dick’s ass, slicking him up messily and stretching him open.
Dick shivered at the feeling of globs of cold lube dripping out of him in thick clumps. “I hope this isn’t how you use toothpaste!” Roy shoved his cock into Dick without warning, the sudden intrusion both painful and pleasurable.
Dick gasped loudly and clenched down on Roy’s cock. “Fuck, you’re so big!” he groaned. “Oh, shit.”
He could feel Roy splitting him open so nicely, and he loved that feeling. It was so fulfilling to be filled like that, and Dick bucked back against Roy’s thrusts.
“Always feel so fucking good, don’t you, Dickie?” Roy asked. “You fucking love being fucked like this, don’t you? On Jay’s bed, at that.”
The pleasure spiked dangerously at the reminded of their situation. Dick gave a loud whine. “Fuck, yes,” he moaned. “Fuck me, Roy, fuck me!”
“Gonna cum, Dickie? Let me see you spill all over yourself,” Roy grunted, pounding into Dick at a punishing pace. His fingers gripped Dick’s waist in a way that would likely leave bruises tomorrow.
“Gonna cum, gonna cum,” Dick panted, his voice growing higher in pitch.
Just then, the bedroom door slammed open. “What the fuck do you two think you’re doing in my room?!”
Dick came with a loud moan, arching off of the bed from the power of his orgasm.
March 6, later
“J-Jay, it’s not what you- what you think,” Dick tried saying even as he continued shaking with his orgasm.
“Like shit it’s not what I think,” Jason said, throwing his guns down on his dresser. “My apartment looks like a family of raccoon have gone through it, and I find you two fucking on my bed without me!”
“What?” Roy asked. “Did you say-”
“Stop gaping and move over,” Jason said, throwing his helmet aside and starting to remove the rest of his armor. “What makes you think you can hog the best ass in Gotham all to yourself?”
Roy blinked at him, still gaping like a fish.
Jason just rolled his eyes and scooped Dick up, taking the spot behind him. He grabbed the opened bottle of lube and squirted a normal amount of his hands.
“I’m gonna ruin your slutty little hole, Dickiebird,” he growled in Dick’s ear. “Just like you ruined my apartment.”
A strong shiver ran down Dick’s spine. His spent cock started peeking up in interest again. “I can’t- I can’t take you and Roy at the same time,” he whimpered.
Jason smirked. “I’m sure you can, Dickie. You’re flexible like that, aren’t you?”
With that, he squeezed two fingers in beside Roy’s throbbing cock.
“Shit, Jaybird, it’s gonna be a tight fit,” Roy groaned, starting to buck his hips again.
“And I’ll make some room for myself,” Jason smirked. He nibbled on Dick’s earlobe while stretching him open wide.
Dick whined loudly, fucking himself back onto Roy’s cock, and Jason’s fingers. “It’s- It’s too much,” he said. “I can’t take it!”
“Yes, you can,” Jason said soothingly. He added another finger. “You can, and you will. And we’re going to cum inside of you and fill you up more than ever, like the slut you wanna be, isn’t that right, Dickie?”
Dick gave a meek moan and nodded.
When Jason deemed Dick stretched enough, he removed his fingers, and Dick immediately clenched down.
“Relax,” Jason said, lining up his cock beside Roy’s. “Here it comes, Dickie.” He slowly started pushing up into Dick. It took a second before the head finally popped in. The three of them moaned in tandem.
“So big,” Dick panted. “I feel so full.”
Jason grinned. “You’re going to feel even more full in a sec.” He slowly started pushing up into Dick.
“Ahhh!” Dick moaned, throwing his head back as he was split open so wide. But he loved the feeling. It was so satisfying to know he was being filled with two thick cocks and taking them so well.
“Fuck, he’s taking it,” Roy groaned, half in awe, half at how tight Dick felt now. “I don’t think I can move.”
“Don’t be like that, Roy,” Jason grinned. “Our little slut needs it. We can’t deny him that, right?”
All Dick could really remember after that was it ended being the best fuck he had ever been on the receiving end of. He was pretty sure he blacked out for a bit when he climaxed a second time, and when he came to again, both Roy and Jason were still going strong.
Regrettably, after they both came inside of him and filled him to the brim with their cum, Dick felt too boneless to move, so he had to ensure Jason’s ranting lecture about respecting other people’s homes while his hole gaped and winked and cum leaked out of it sluggishly.
A month later, Dick found himself pregnant. And the father?
It could have been any of them. Dick groaned and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Fantastic,” he mumbled. He picked up his phone, grimacing at the knowledge that he would have to call them all to tell them the news.
Dick had a feeling his life was about to get a lot more chaotic.
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Does this even count as writing sex scenes? I don’t know.
This was definitely a bit more difficult for me because I don’t know enough about all their characters to write them well and I know this was rushed because I was trying to cram all these scenes into less than 1k words, not that it worked. Also, I’m really sorry this took so long to write. I was doing research and somehow ended up watching the entirety of TTG vs Teen Titans movie again. I think it killed half of my brain cells.
gayagent I feel we are making you continue your wips without knowing 😂😂😂😂😂💞💞💞💞💞
In some way, yup! I’ve gotten a couple more chapters of Royals’ Curse written and I’ve also taken to wrapping up some works that I never finished before. Some of the prompts just inspired me to do so, so thanks to everyone for that!
I was wondering if you are going to be writing more of the "his" storyline between Dami and Tim?
I probably will at some point. I’ve got some ideas planned out right now, but no real agenda to write them. I really want to though because it’s felt like so long since I’ve written Damian and Tim’s dynamic, especially with a more dominant Tim. It’s just that I’ve got a couple current projects I’m wading through that I would like to get done soon-ish. But I’m also doing prompts, so if you want to prompt me and let me know what you’d like to see, perhaps I’ll get to it sooner than on my own haha.
The deal pt3: Dick comes to Jason after getting hurt during hunting, turns out a different (were)wolf has tried to claim Dick cus he smells like Jason (unofficially he's already Jason's? 🧐🧐) Jason can only save Dick by claiming him as his own (during the do), making him officially his mate. Will Dick consent to Jason saving his life that way??? 🧐🧐
The Mistake - Part 3, Chapter 1
Posted on AO3 because it’s long, but here’s a preview:
Dick sat in this kitchen, the map of the town and miles of surrounding forest laid out in front of him. He sipped his coffee as he stared hard at it.
The full moon was in a week and a half, and Dick still had no concrete plan, nor did he have much motivation to really think up one.
Since the epic failure of his last strategy, Dick had been feeling a quite frustrated. He was a brilliant werewolf hunter, and never once had he ever failed at a job he was hired for. And yet…
Dick honestly had no idea why he was still in this town. Jason obviously had no ill will towards the townspeople themselves, and he was actually a really good mayor. From what information Dick had gathered, since Jason had taken up office, the town had seen many improvements. The townspeople were very grateful for him. Jason was actually a good guy, as much as it pained Dick to admit.
And it was not like Dick really needed the money. After the third month of failing, Jason had started paying for all his living expenses. It was absolutely infuriating, and it the knowledge still drove Dick nuts. It was like Jason was so confident in himself that he could give Dick all the advantages and still win. And at the moment, that was what it seemed like.
Dick needed some sort of hope. Otherwise, he honestly should just gather up his pride, admit that Jason won, and quit. Find a new job somewhere else. People were always looking for werewolf exterminators after all.
It was just… Dick could not do that. He was too proud of the legacy he had built. He could not admit defeat. That was the only thing keeping him going right now.
Dick sighed, setting his coffee down and rubbing his eyes. He had been staring at the map for hours, but still came up with nothing. The deal he had struck with Jason was keeping his hands tied. Dick had been cocky too. He thought that even with the handicap of the deal, he could take down Jason. He was regretting it a lot now.
Suddenly, there was a knock on his door.
Dick almost thought he misheard, but then there it was again. Someone was actually at his door. In the six and a half months that Dick had been staying in the town, he had gotten no visitors at all. No one knocked on his door.
Dick stood quickly and rushed over. He opened it halfway and stood there, looking at the man on the other side.
“Hello,” Dick said slowly. “How can I help you?”
“Yer Dick Grayson?” the man asked. He held out his hand. “Ma name’s Tom. Tom ‘ankerfield.”
“Hi,” Dick said, still wary of the Tom. Tom carried a huge backpack on his back, and he looked tough. Still, he shook Tom’s hand.
Tom stepped forward, walking into Dick’s cabin without permission. “I ‘eard rumors that the famous Dick Grayson was 'ere.” Tom grinned, showing up a few missing teeth. “And 'ere you are. Pretty as they say you are.”
“Here I am,” Dick said uncomfortably. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”
Tom slung his pack down onto the floor, and Dick grimaced at the cloud of dust that flew up. “I’m a fellow 'unter!” he said, opening his arms and suddenly hugging Dick. He clapped Dick on the back hard. “'eard ya been stuck in this blasted town for a while. Thought I’d… y'know. Lend a hand to the legend.”
Dick coughed. Tom smelled like week-old boiled cabbages. He gave a weak smiled and extracted himself from Tom’s arms. “I see,” Dick said.
“So whadda ya say?” Tom asked. “Should we catch that sonnava bitch together? We can split the prize money 40-60.”
Dick grimaced. “Ah, see, I don’t-”
“30-70.”
“No, Tom, the money’s not the issue,” Dick tried explaining. He had no idea how to explain his situation at all. “The… mayor’s quite particular about just me taking this case.”
“Eh?” Tom asked. “Why’s that?”
Dick shrugged. “If you wanna help, you’ll have to go talk to him.” Dick thought that would ward Tom off.
Instead, Tom grinned. “Great. Let’s go see the mayor!”
AO3
3994 words
I’ve gotten quite a few requests, both here and on AO3 to do more parts to this, so yay, now it’s a series. Not sure how long it’ll actually go for, but if you guys keep wanting it, I’ll keep writing.
And I know there are more prompts for this, but I don’t want to bombard people who aren’t interested, so I’ll stagger out the requests for this over the next few days.
When Dick came to, he was in his cabin, lying on his bed. He groaned quietly and tried moving his leg, but it hurt like hell. Then, Jason appeared in the doorway.
"You're awake," Jason said, at his side in an instant. He had a glass of water pressed to Dick's lips. "Drink," he said.
Dick gulped it down, the cold water doing wonders for his throat. "Are you okay?" he croaked, still remembering the sound Jason had made when he got shot.
Jason smiled. "I'm fine, Dickiebird. I should be asking you that question. You gave me quite a scare."
"I don't feel good," Dick admitted.
"Should I get you to a hospital?" Jason asked, looking at Dick's leg, which he had stitched up and bandaged tightly.
"I think I'll be okay," Dick groaned. He still felt like shit. Jason took Dick's hand and pressed it to his lips for a second. Dick blushed wildly and pulled his hand away. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"Just feeling glad that you're safe," Jason said, resting his chin on the edge of Dick's bed and smiling at him. He reminded Dick of a puppy. "I'm sorry about forcing you to work with that piece of shit."
"You didn't know," Dick mumbled. "And I'm sorry I went along with it." He hesitated a second before putting a hand on top of Jason's head. "Thanks for... saving me, Jason."
"Any day, Dickie," Jason said. He took Dick's hand again, pressing his lips to Dick's palm this time. Dick did not pull back, but he blushed and turned away. "Sleep now. I'll take care of you."
And he did take care of Dick. But he also went back to being his obnoxious self.
"I made you breakfast, Dickiebird," Jason said, waltzing into Dick's room the next morning. "Ah, ah," he said when Dick reached for the fork to eat. "Gotta thank the chef first." He tapped his lips.
Dick glared at him. "Thanks, but no thanks," he said. He stabbed a chocolate strawberry.
"Is this how you treat the person who saved you yesterday?" Jason complained loudly. "I don't have to be here taking care of you, you know. I could be at my office attending to my duties, not cutting strawberries into hearts and dipping them in chocolate for ungrateful-"
Dick cut him off with a hard kiss. He counted three seconds in his head and pulled back, glaring down at his plate. He quickly stuffed a heart-shaped strawberry into his mouth.
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Finally done with this! Sorry this took two whole days for me to complete, but now I’ll get onto other prompts. Part 4 is very vaguely outlined, but if there’s anything you would like to see in the future, feel free to let me know.
The deal pt3: Dick comes to Jason after getting hurt during hunting, turns out a different (were)wolf has tried to claim Dick cus he smells like Jason (unofficially he's already Jason's? 🧐🧐) Jason can only save Dick by claiming him as his own (during the do), making him officially his mate. Will Dick consent to Jason saving his life that way??? 🧐🧐
The Mistake - Part 3, Chapter 1
Posted on AO3 because it’s long, but here’s a preview:
Dick sat in this kitchen, the map of the town and miles of surrounding forest laid out in front of him. He sipped his coffee as he stared hard at it.
The full moon was in a week and a half, and Dick still had no concrete plan, nor did he have much motivation to really think up one.
Since the epic failure of his last strategy, Dick had been feeling a quite frustrated. He was a brilliant werewolf hunter, and never once had he ever failed at a job he was hired for. And yet…
Dick honestly had no idea why he was still in this town. Jason obviously had no ill will towards the townspeople themselves, and he was actually a really good mayor. From what information Dick had gathered, since Jason had taken up office, the town had seen many improvements. The townspeople were very grateful for him. Jason was actually a good guy, as much as it pained Dick to admit.
And it was not like Dick really needed the money. After the third month of failing, Jason had started paying for all his living expenses. It was absolutely infuriating, and it the knowledge still drove Dick nuts. It was like Jason was so confident in himself that he could give Dick all the advantages and still win. And at the moment, that was what it seemed like.
Dick needed some sort of hope. Otherwise, he honestly should just gather up his pride, admit that Jason won, and quit. Find a new job somewhere else. People were always looking for werewolf exterminators after all.
It was just… Dick could not do that. He was too proud of the legacy he had built. He could not admit defeat. That was the only thing keeping him going right now.
Dick sighed, setting his coffee down and rubbing his eyes. He had been staring at the map for hours, but still came up with nothing. The deal he had struck with Jason was keeping his hands tied. Dick had been cocky too. He thought that even with the handicap of the deal, he could take down Jason. He was regretting it a lot now.
Suddenly, there was a knock on his door.
Dick almost thought he misheard, but then there it was again. Someone was actually at his door. In the six and a half months that Dick had been staying in the town, he had gotten no visitors at all. No one knocked on his door.
Dick stood quickly and rushed over. He opened it halfway and stood there, looking at the man on the other side.
“Hello,” Dick said slowly. “How can I help you?”
“Yer Dick Grayson?” the man asked. He held out his hand. “Ma name’s Tom. Tom ‘ankerfield.”
“Hi,” Dick said, still wary of the Tom. Tom carried a huge backpack on his back, and he looked tough. Still, he shook Tom’s hand.
Tom stepped forward, walking into Dick’s cabin without permission. “I 'eard rumors that the famous Dick Grayson was 'ere.” Tom grinned, showing up a few missing teeth. “And 'ere you are. Pretty as they say you are.”
“Here I am,” Dick said uncomfortably. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”
Tom slung his pack down onto the floor, and Dick grimaced at the cloud of dust that flew up. “I’m a fellow 'unter!” he said, opening his arms and suddenly hugging Dick. He clapped Dick on the back hard. “'eard ya been stuck in this blasted town for a while. Thought I’d… y'know. Lend a hand to the legend.”
Dick coughed. Tom smelled like week-old boiled cabbages. He gave a weak smiled and extracted himself from Tom’s arms. “I see,” Dick said.
“So whadda ya say?” Tom asked. “Should we catch that sonnava bitch together? We can split the prize money 40-60.”
Dick grimaced. “Ah, see, I don’t-”
“30-70.”
“No, Tom, the money’s not the issue,” Dick tried explaining. He had no idea how to explain his situation at all. “The… mayor’s quite particular about just me taking this case.”
“Eh?” Tom asked. “Why’s that?”
Dick shrugged. “If you wanna help, you’ll have to go talk to him.” Dick thought that would ward Tom off.
Instead, Tom grinned. “Great. Let’s go see the mayor!”
AO3
3994 words
I’ve gotten quite a few requests, both here and on AO3 to do more parts to this, so yay, now it’s a series. Not sure how long it’ll actually go for, but if you guys keep wanting it, I’ll keep writing.
And I know there are more prompts for this, but I don’t want to bombard people who aren’t interested, so I’ll stagger out the requests for this over the next few days.
PLEASE MAKE THE CONTINUATION OF THR ABO PROMPT. THEY STILL FUCKING (like, everywhere) AND DICK GETS PREGNANT AND THEY LIKE "holy shit" aND THEN MALE LACTATION(????) (And Jason loves that, ohboy ofc he does)
Part 2 to this
Dick wished he could say they learned their lesson the first time.
But the very next morning, he woke up to Jason rutting between his thighs, which turned him on a lot, and they did it again.
“Fuck, Dickie,” Jason smirked once he was knotted firmly inside of Dick again. “At this rate, you’ll always have a good amount of my cum stuffing you full.”
“No,” Dick grumbled, the bliss of his orgasm starting to fade. “At this rate, I’ll end up pregnant. Didn’t I tell you to use a condom last night?!” Not that he really put up much of a fight.
“Mmm… no? You asked me if we used one,” Jason said. His knot was finally starting to shrink. “You wanna go again, bro?” he asked.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Jason?” Dick asked, smacking him with a pillow. He groaned and pulled himself off of Jason’s knot, a bit unhappy about the loss of something plugging him up.
He felt Jason’s cum starting to leak out of him as he rolled out of bed.
“I’ve got errands to run today. Can’t spend the entire day in bed,” Dick explained, going to his closet.
“I can come with you,” Jason offered.
“You wanna run errands all day?” Dick asked.
“Sure,” Jason said, grinning.
“Suit yourself,” Dick said with a shrug. He pulled out a shirt and grimaced. “I’m going to go get cleaned up and take a shower.”
Dick had literally just stepped into the shower, closing his eyes to the warm spray. He watched with a small smile as the doors and the mirrors started steaming up. It was like a tiny bit of privacy.
Which was obviously lost on Jason because the bathroom door silently opened when Dick was lathering his hair.
“You look lonely in here,” Jason said in Dick’s ear.
“I- I’m not lonely. I’m taking a shower!” Dick snapped, rinsing the suds out of his hair so he can open his eyes. “Why are you here- oh, fuck.”
Dick’s knees went weak as Jason slid two fingers up his still wet hole, immediately finding Dick’s prostate and rubbing it. And just like that, Dick was bent over in the tiny shower, presenting his ass for Jason to fuck.
“Aw, look, bro,” Jason chuckled. “Your hole hasn’t even gotten a chance to tighten up from the last round yet.” Even so, he lined himself up and pushed into Dick. “So wet and warm, Dickie.”
“Shit, Jay…” Dick said in a breathless voice. “You feel a lot bigger like this!”
Jason smirked. “Is that so? Well, don’t mind if I do then.” He snapped his hips, driving his cock deep into Dick. Dick was so wet - with both slick and cum - that had Dick not been as tight as he was, it would have felt frictionless.
But Dick was tight, and wet, and so fucking addicting. Jason could definitely say he was getting hooked, if he was not already.
“Damn, bro, you feel so fucking good,” Jason groaned.
Dick whined softly, squeezing around Jason’s cock. “Fuck me, Jay. I wanna feel it. Fuck me harder, deeper. Fuck!”
Jason slammed back into Dick, pistoning his hips hard. His hands were gripping Dick’s waist, pulling him backwards against every thrust. The sopping wet sounds of their mating was amplified in the small bathroom, and more slick than water was running down Dick’s thighs at this point.
“Shit, I’m close, bro. Gonna cum inside you again, keep my omega filled to the brim, just like I promised,” Jason grunted.
“Fill me, fill me, fill me,” Dick chanted, craving the rush of warm cum that made his omega side shiver and preen proudly. He turned his head slightly and grinned back at Jason. “I wanna always be full of my alpha’s cum.”
“Fucking hell, Dickie-” Jason groaned, his climax hitting him like a train, despite cumming not ten minutes ago. His knot swelled right against Dick’s rim, stretching it obscenely before Jason forced him to take that too.
Dick came with a soft cry as Jason’s knot was slowly pushed inside of him, making him feel the stretch of the almost fist-sized knot. He sighed as the pleasurable aftershocks flowed through him.
He was knotted, and he was being pumped full of Jason’s cum. He was very happy.
Or at least, his omega side was.
“You… You came inside me again,” Dick moaned softly, still feeling occasional zaps of pleasure.
“I said I’d keep you full,” Jason told him.
“But…”
“Aw, don’t complain, bro. It’s not like you can say you don’t want me to cum inside you,” Jason said, giving Dick’s ass a squeeze, massaging the supple flesh.
Dick groaned. It was honestly a bit true. He wanted Jason’s cum inside him, quite a bit actually. And it was not like the idea of getting pregnant was terrible. It was just… all a bit fast.
“Fine, but no more,” Dick warned. “I really need to get stuff done today!”
“Okay, okay, geez, bro,” Jason laughed. “Next time, leave the complaints until after I’m out of you so I can walk away.”
Dick rolled his eyes.
They were knotted together until the shower ran cold.
They ended up fucking at the breakfast table.
They almost ended up doing something in the cereal aisle of the grocery store,
They christened the couch after lunch.
They also left cum stains to dry on the backseat of Dick’s car.
Jason slowly fucked Dick through cooking dinner, resulting in a very burnt pot of spaghetti and Chinese takeout.
They did it three more times before falling asleep that night, knotted together again.
And Dick only complained once in all those times (in the cereal aisle).
The very next day, Dick stocked up on pregnancy tests, shoving them in the bathroom cabinet. He and Jason never got any time alone after that day, though there were a couple of rushed blowjobs and hidden handjobs here and there.
So when Dick took said pregnancy tests after two weeks later and the eight tests all read positive, he was surprisingly calm. He went about his day, running errands, meeting up with his team.
He had invited Jason over for dinner later that night.
“Hey, bro-” Jason said as soon as he stepped through the door.
Dick threw a key at him. Jason caught it right before it hit his face.
“What the-”
Dick then threw a wadded up piece of paper, which Jason almost managed to deflect.
“Dickie-
Finally, Dick threw all eight pregnancy tests at him.
Jason just covered his head as the pregnancy tests rained down around him.
“What the everloving fuck, bro?” Jason said, looking at the mess around him.
“You’re moving in. I’m pregnant. That’s the list of things you need to get for the baby. Now wash up for dinner, daddy.”
He left Jason gaping at him in the doorway, and when he was out of sight in the kitchen, Dick gave a tiny little smile and put a hand on his flat tummy.
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I’ve very flattered you liked it enough to want a continuation. This was quite fun to write. Thanks for prompting me!
Can I get a birdflash in which Dick is already pregnant and Wally takes care of dick.
They were lounging on the couch together on a lazy afternoon.
The TV played in the background, but neither of them were really paying attention to it.
Wally’s head was placed gently under Dick’s round belly, loving the feel of the taut skin, pulled tight around their baby. Dick played with Wally’s hair, running his fingers through the soft strands.
He gave a happy little hum.
“What’s that?” Wally asked, glancing up. “Did you need something, Dickie?”
Dick smiled. “No. I was just counting my blessings.”
Wally chuckled softly and pressed a light kiss to the top of Dick’s baby bump. “I was too. And I have two of them right here, and I couldn’t want anything more.”
Dick blushed lightly. “You sap,” he said.
“You are too,” Wally said, poking Dick’s leg and grinning.
They lapsed into a comfortable silence and a few minutes later, Dick gave a soft whine.
Wally popped his head over Dick’s large belly. “You okay? Are you feeling horny again? I’m almost certain that was a horny whine.”
Dick gave a grimace. “Yes? I don’t like how horny this pregnancy’s making me. Why couldn’t I just have cravings like everyone else?”
Wally laughed softly. “I actually like this better. Want me to take care of it for you? You won’t even have to move.”
“I’m still kind of sore from yesterday,” Dick admitted.
“So how about just some fingers?” Wally offered gently. “Or I could just eat you out...?”
“Fingers are good for now,” Dick said with a smile. “I’ll take you up on the other offer later.”
“Lemme go grab the lube, babe,” Wally said. “And I’ll get you a blanket too.”
He came back with a thick fleece blanket, which he settled over Dick and his belly. Then, he helped ease down Dick’s pants, pressing light kisses all over Dick’s belly the whole time.
Since the second trimester started, Dick had started going commando under his pants since he would get horny very suddenly and very often. Wally had no complaints of course. He had debated carrying lube around just for ease of access.
Wally pour some lube into his palm and slicked up two fingers of his other hand, warming up the lube first. When his fingers were well-lubed, he pressed a finger again Dick’s hole, only applying gentle pressure.
“Ready, Dickie?” Wally murmured.
Dick gave a soft moan and nodded, spreading his legs a bit further. Slowly, Wally slid his finger inside. He took his other hand and smeared the leftover lube onto Dick’s hard cock, pumping at the same speed in which his finger was moving.
“You’re so, so good, Dickie. Carrying our baby and being so amazing all the time,” Wally murmured, inserting a second finger. “So beautiful.”
He crooked his fingers up, rubbing gently against Dick’s prostate while increasing the pressure of his grip on Dick’s leaking cock.
“I wanna make you feel so good,” Wally whispered. “Treasure you and treat you right.”
“Wally...” Dick panted. “That- That feels really good!”
Wally continued his gentle movements, even as his wrist complained about the position. He continued rubbing small circles right into Dick’s prostate and stroking Dick faster and faster with his other hand.
“Yeah, Dickie? Love making you feel good. You deserve to feel good all the time, baby,” Wally said, continuing his murmuring of sweet nothings.
“Ah- Wally, ‘m close-” Dick said breathlessly.
“Let go for me, babe,” Wally encouraged. He kept rubbing and stroking, ignoring the protests of his wrists. Making Dick feel good and feel comfortable was priority.
Dick came with a weak whine, spilling into Wally’s hand. Wally slowed down, easing Dick down from his orgasm. He pressed another kiss to Dick’s belly before removing his hands.
“I’ll go get a warm towel,” he told Dick.
Wally returned a few moments later to find Dick half asleep now that his horniness was satiated. Wally smiled at the scene, cleaning Dick very gently to avoid waking him up.
Then, Wally readjusted the blanket to cover Dick’s legs as well. He pressed one last kiss to Dick’s belly, then to his lips.
“Sleep well, baby,” he whispered.
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Never written BirdFlash before (I do think they’re cute), and I honestly know very little about Wally as a character, so I hope I did alright. Domestic fluff is not a forte of mine either, oops. Thanks for prompting me anyway!
Last one for tonight, but still continuing tomorrow! Keep the prompts coming!
“No,” Dick grumbled, sitting down across from Jason. He stared at the breakfast laid out before him. His stomach grumbled at the smell of the food. “Thanks,” he tacked on at the end.
Jason just smiled, and they tucked into their food. Dick did his best not to shovel food into his mouth, but if he did, Jason kindly turned a blind eye to his lack of manners.
Then, Jason let out a small laugh. “You’ve got some jam on your face.”
Dick grabbed the napkin and wiped his mouth. He went to take a bite of his toast again.
“No… it’s still there,” Jason said, looking quite amused. “On your right cheek.”
Dick wiped at it again.
Jason shook his head. “Not quite,” he said. He took his own napkin, reached across the table and wiped the jam off of Dick’s cheek. “There, see?”
Dick blinked at him a few times. “You smell really familiar,” he said, eyes narrowing.
“How so?” Jason asked, folding his napkin and setting it aside.
Dick cocked his head to the side. “Not sure. I didn’t notice it before though…”
