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AFTER HOURS (2.2k)
— dick grayson x f!reader
synopsis: nightwing saving you from a burning building is expected. the vigilante flirting with you and slapping your ass in front of everyone? not so much.
warnings: minors dni, suggestive, flirty, uni student!reader
notes: heyyyy this is my first post on this blog and first time i’ve written for nightwing so if it’s mischaracterised that’s why! you’ll usually find me on @bfbkg :)
living in blüdhaven, there’s a few things you get used to. like sending your friends your fourth phone number because your other three phones were robbed at gun point, your university class got cancelled this morning because your professor was found dead and now, having to evacuate this bar because it is currently alight.
it’s your fault for going out on a wednesday night, even if you made sure it wasn’t a busy friday night. it’s a rush and panic, with your friend holding onto you as everyone rushes out of the building. screams surround you as you keep your friend close so she doesn’t fall over your feet. is there any need for screams anymore? hasn’t everyone here been in at least three fires whilst living here?
“hurry up!” you shout, the alcohol from your multiple cocktails still buzzing in your veins. you brush debris off your shoulder, covering your mouth from the upcoming dust. you lean over to your friend, “how are we always at the wrong place at the wrong time? a girl can’t even have a drink anymore!”
you hear him before you see him. or you hear everybody gasp his name before you see him.
“is that nightwing?”
“i haven’t seen him up close before! wow, he’s got to be handsome under that mask.”
and it’s your friend that whispers to you, “he’s cute isn’t he? nightwing?”
alien! clark kent (18+)
true kryptonian! clark kent's whole body feels unreal when you're underneath him. he towers over you, broad and heavy at well over six foot, with shoulders and a chest so wide they block out your view of the room when he leans over you. his frame is thick and dense with muscle, built from something far beyond human genetics.
his thighs are huge, hard and beefy, spreading you open with just the pressure of them bracketing your hips, and his hands- one can cover both your wrists... or your throat, or your hip without effort.
and his cock... it's massive. heavy, too. when he's hard for you (which is nearly instant, almost frightening in how quickly his body reacts to you, your scent, your touch), his length is nearly matches that of your forearm, thick the whole way down to a neat patch of hair at the base. he's wide enough that your hole has to fight to open around him.
true kryptonian! clark who's genital anatomy is not even similar to a human male's. he gets hard for you - his sweet human mate with that delicious, mouthwatering scent - concerningly fast. sometimes you get a little overwhelmed by how many times he needs to fill you.
when he pushes his cock into you, you go stiff at the sheer girth of him, enough to stretch you out obscenely. you're so tight around him and your walls grip down on him each time he pulls back. the crown of his cock is broad and flared; made to lock against you once he's inside, and his shaft isn't smooth. ridges run along the length, faintly glowing under the skin and pulse erratically.
the markings on his shaft vibrate when he gets worked up. they're placed perfectly to drag against your walls and stimulate you, and when you squeeze him the whole thing lights brighter. his body reacts to yours like it has a mind of it's own. he's meant to be inside your plush hole.
and then there are the spines, tiny catches along the underside, not sharp but textured, barbed just enough that once he thrusts in deep you feel them catch when he tries to pull out. soft little tugs that keeps him buried even when he's trying to be gentle. you realize quickly he's not built to pull out until he comes inside you enough to ensure it'll take. it's biology. his species is meant to create huge batches of offspring, and even if you can't get pregnant, his cock locks inside you to make the attempt anyway.
clark's body has been evolved to hold you open and stretched around him until he's satisfied. every time he shifts, those spines press and rake softly over your inner walls, forcing your body to clench tighter around him, milking him deeper. every push has that broad flared head stretching you wide, scraping perfectly, every ridge buzzing. you swear you can feel the vibrations move in patterns to hit the most sensitive spots in you. the markings that streak up his shaft glow brighter the wetter you get, and he watches how you're sucking him in with avid fascination, eyes hazy.
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Jason with a gf that likes it when he's mean (and Jason who hates it) ── cw: suggestive, established relationship
inspired by horimiya <3
“I like it when you yell at me.” You liked it a bit too much for it to be normal, in Jason's opinion.
“Well, I don't,” he grumbles.
This was one of the many times you've brought this up, and it all started the first time he ever yelled at you.
To be fair, it was after a mission. One that left you injured due to your recklessness. Seeing you lying there, cuts littering your cheek, eyes droopy from the meds, he’d lost all sense of restraint as fear left him breathless.
However, the moment he’d yelled, the moment he uttered the words, “the fuck is wrong with you?!”, he didn’t quite expect your face to heat up, your eyes to suddenly widen, your throat to bob in a way he knew wasn’t from fear or shame.
That was when he realized he screwed up.
And now he lies in bed, a book in one hand, the other playing with your hair when he wasn't turning a page. He listens as you tell him your fantasies.
“So close, but this time don’t grumble—just yell, but in a really mean way.”
Pink spreads over his cheeks, his throat going dry. He somehow managed an “I’m busy.”
“You've been staring at the same page for like ten minutes.”
“…I’m a slow reader.”
“Jayyy,” you drag his nickname out in a way that has him biting his cheek. All this talking about what you want in bed hasn't gone unnoticed.
“Listen, I’m not slapping you, yelling, or whatever the hell else you want.”
You take the book out of his hand and shift so you're looking up at him with wide eyes. “I’ll suck—”
He cuts you off sternly by saying your name, his hand grabbing your wrist before you could touch him.
You press your lips together to stop a giddy smile from coming through.
“God—you liked that, didn’t you?” he groans, looking up as if begging the heavens to save him.
You pull your hand out of his hold and grab onto his arm, chin pressing against his bicep as you look into his eyes. “Pretty please?”
His fingers curl into your shirt, head leaning down towards you instinctively, and his resolve fails as it always does.
“Fine,” he struggles out. “…just let me take care of you after.”
You tilt your head.
He looks away as he speaks, eyes focusing intently on a wall. “You deserve to be treated gently,” he explains.
“Awww.”
“Shut up.”
Your grin widens.
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𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ fic recs for our beloved nightwing
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practiced words ⋮ @neeeed-y
╰›"i'm not in love," were the words both of you whisper to yourselves at night, pushing down the deep, deep feelings because you're afraid of the things that might happen if it actually came true.
sunset anew ⋮ @sanguineterrain
╰› You're a little nervous to become the Mrs. Grayson. Luckily, your husband-to-be knows just what to say to soothe your worries.
do you get deja vu? ⋮ @softhandz
╰› you knew that moving on from a breakup would hurt, you just didn't expect your ex, dick grayson, to move on so soon and publicly to boot. little did you know that someone was watching out for you and is willing to do anything to make you smile.
He wants that cookie so bad
clark Kent is 6’4 240lbs muscle sweetheart idiot breakfast for dinner favourite meal heart of gold rough kisser too soon I love you AND I CANT HAVE HIM
AFTER HOURS (2.2k)
— dick grayson x f!reader
synopsis: nightwing saving you from a burning building is expected. the vigilante flirting with you and slapping your ass in front of everyone? not so much.
warnings: minors dni, suggestive, flirty, uni student!reader
notes: heyyyy this is my first post on this blog and first time i’ve written for nightwing! you’ll usually find me on @bfbkg :)
living in blüdhaven, there’s a few things you get used to. like sending your friends your fourth phone number because your other three phones were robbed at gun point, your university class got cancelled this morning because your professor was found dead and now, having to evacuate this bar because it is currently alight.
it’s your fault for going out on a wednesday night, even if you made sure it wasn’t a busy friday night. it’s a rush and panic, with your friend holding onto you as everyone rushes out of the building. screams surround you as you keep your friend close so she doesn’t fall over your feet. is there any need for screams anymore? hasn’t everyone here been in at least three fires whilst living here?
“hurry up!” you shout, the alcohol from your multiple cocktails still buzzing in your veins. you brush debris off your shoulder, covering your mouth from the upcoming dust. you lean over to your friend, “how are we always at the wrong place at the wrong time? a girl can’t even have a drink anymore!”
you hear him before you see him. or you hear everybody gasp his name before you see him.
“is that nightwing?”
“i haven’t seen him up close before! wow, he’s got to be handsome under that mask.”
and it’s your friend that whispers to you, “he’s cute isn’t he? nightwing?”