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?”
when you step out of the burning bar, it’s feels magnetic. nightwing is the first person you make eye contact with as he sits on the streetlamp, analysing the situation. his muscled legs are crouched with those sticks he always carries, dangling from his hands. he’s in his usual suit, tight, all black with his signature blue wings on the front.
nightwing cocks his head at you then jumps down to your side once he realises you’ve noticed him too.
your friend gasps beside you as nightwing’s presence is all consuming, completely overwhelming. he towers over you by multiple inches and when he crosses his arms across his chest, you gulp.
he is cute. actually, with the size of his biceps and his skin tight suit that takes every ab into consideration as it moulds to his body. nightwing is sexy. fluffy black hair on his head, that stupid mask that hides his identity and those bright blue eyes.
“you okay, pretty lady? you shouldn’t be out in blüdhaven this late.”
he smirks, like the building behind you isn’t slowly crumbling. his canines are white and sharp, only drawing you to his plush pink lips.
“it’s only nine pm, nightwing,” you smile back, tilting your head up at him. your eyes widen, becoming doe like which only draws the man in. “besides, i know that you’ll always be around to look after us.”
you point your thumb towards all the people behind you, still in a worried fluster. everyone’s eyes are on you and this vigilante though, how he shuffles from foot to foot, then stretches his back and arms like he’s preparing to fight.
“don’t you forget it,” he winks, guiding you away from the building with his gloved hand on your waist. then he taps your ass once. a light flirty tap that has you looking around to see if any one saw. you spin round to find he’s vanished, a few people pointing to the top of the building.
“was he flirting with you?” your friend whispers, “nightwing has a crush on you! what the hell?!”
you laugh, looping your arm with hers to drag her away from the building, “it’s probably a bit he does with everybody. come on, i know another bar around the corner from here.”
you groan as you stumble through your front door, leaning back on it once you’re safely inside. you throw down your bag and keys, kicking off your shoes.
“i can’t believe you still went out after the first bar burnt down,” your boyfriend says down the corridor of your apartment, strolling into your vision from your bedroom.
he’s in one of his old blue t-shirts he leaves at yours, paired with checked grey pyjama bottoms. now this is cute. his hair is all fluffy, black strands slightly curled and strewn over his head. he mustn't have got in too long before you did.
“and i can’t believe you broke into my apartment again, dick,” you yawn, walking over to him in your socks with your arms out like a zombie. you only want a cuddle.
“i’ve told you about leaving your windows open. it’s like you want to get robbed, baby.”
you snuggle into dick’s thick arms, both wrapping around your waist as he lets you lean your body into him. he’s warm, toasty and smells like your shower gel. you want to remind him to buy you some more if he’s always going to be using it but tequila is making your head fuzzy. you’ll have to remember next time.
“there’s nothing for them to take. unless they want a toaster that only toasts one side of both slices. that’s pretty rare,” you laugh, lifting off his chest.
he lays a kiss on your lips, three for good luck and you’re eager to press back into them. dick notes that faulty appliance in his head, he’ll buy you a new one the next time he’s out.
“i’m serious though, baby. you can’t be going—,”
you groan with your forehead pressed into his chunky pectoral. “dickie!” you whine, “if we had your way, i’d never leave my apartment unless you were coming out with me.”
you lick the tip of your thumb and you notice dick follow the movement, lips parted in wonder. you rub at the corner of his left eye. “you’ve still got some eyeshadow, nightwing,” you whisper.
“have i told you that you look pretty today?” dick murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of your lips. he can definitely taste the alcohol on your breath and if he closes his eyes, he can imagine how you were dancing at the bar while he was out taking down villains on patrol. he sighs internally.
your grin makes him blush, especially without his mask and suit to hide behind. you, gorgeous and tipsy before him, hands pawing at him like he’s the source of all your comfort. dick just wants to throw you onto your creaky sofa, kiss down your body and look after you for the second time tonight.
“yes actually. right before you slapped my ass, which anybody could have seen by the way,” you point your finger directly in the centre of his chest in warning and your lips pout without realising.
“but nobody did.”
“you can’t be sure.”
“but i am, baby.”
you can’t argue with him before he lists all the tech he used to ensure nobody saw, “well my friend said nightwing has a crush on me. you’ve got competition.”
dick rolls his eyes, a smirk sliding onto his cheeks. he fights with himself, sofa or counter top? he lands on placing his hands under your ass to lift and plop you onto your kitchen counter, right next to your wonky toaster.
the adrenaline from his night patrol jitters through his body, has him squeezing your thighs as your hands snake up his neck and onto his cheeks. you lock your legs behind his back, keeping him flush against your body. you litter kisses along his neck, indulging in the soft moans that rumble through dick’s body.
“i could destroy nightwing even on my worst days,” his voice is like velvet, smooth and thick with desire as he stretches his neck to give you as much space as possible. his hands sneak under your cardigan and camisole, warm hands on smooth skin.
“awh, course you can baby,” you giggle back, giving his earlobe a suck. then you frown, like dick isn’t hardening in his pyjama bottoms every time you lick a stripe across your bottom lip.
“you didn’t get any bruises today did you? did you find out who set the bar alight?”
dick adores how you live unafraid of the city, how you care for blüdhaven just as much as he does and how after a busy day studying for your phd and your part time job, you’re willing to sit beside him, delving through evidence and proof for a case.
“i thought it was—,”
dick hums, mind elsewhere. specifically on you and your body. “it was. but i sorted it out quickly, gave him to the BCPD.”
he’s breathless, thrusting you to the edge of the counter so you feel him pressed against your jeans. your breath hitches, fingers gripping the bottom of his t-shirt.
“sounds like you were eager to get home.”
you just want to check for any bruises or wounds, so you lift dick’s t-shirt to reveal his chest only for him to take it off completely and smother his face with yours.
it’s always been easy with dick, comfortable conversation, tender touches and occasionally mumbled miscommunication. you’re determined to give his body a quick check through while he is close to begging you to pull off your jeans.
“fuck, you looked so gorgeous earlier,” he grunts against your lips, tilting his head to the side to lick his tongue against yours. it only has you copying his noises in response, biting down on his lip when he separates to breathe, then be pulls you in again, “made me wonder what the fuck was i doing saving the city when i could be out keeping you company.”
your hands flatten against his body, feeling down the bumps and ridges of his bare chest. nightwing is sexy but without the mask and kevlar titanium, dick grayson is completely insane. able to get you riled up from looking all boyish in his pyjamas.
“e-everyone was saying you looked good tonight. made me want to shove them all in the river,” you moan, throwing your head back as dick whips off your cardigan and nudges the strap of your camisole with his nose to kiss along your collarbone.
“please baby, can’t have another serial killer on the loose,” he chuckles, nibbling over your breast and you can’t help but card your fingers through his dark locks.
“okay, okay wait,” you remember to mumble, hating the instant cold breeze that hits you when dick pulls away ever so slightly.
he levels you with two creases between his eyebrows, “what? you not up for anything?” his gaze feels tangible, starting at your face to the spot between your legs. “i wanna eat you out, baby. i’ve missed you today.”
the admission makes your whole body flush with heat, your lower stomach burning like a furnace on a winter night. “f-fuck wait, i just need to check.”
you scan his torso for any purple blue bruises on his ribs then his shoulders and biceps. he notices what you’re doing immediately, his half lidded glare of arousal lighting up with endearment, “they didn’t touch me. i was good today, i promised you before i went out.”
he did, whilst you were walking to the bar and he was sitting on top of a building overlooking the city. if it wasn’t for the tracker in your bracelet, you felt as if you could feel him watching you as you walked to your destination. that he could feel the worry that shakes you every time you know he’s out as nightwing.
“i promised you, baby,” he repeats like you need a verbal reminder along with your visual, then he takes your hand to kiss your knuckles. “see? i’m so fucking lucky to have you.”
your eyes are like lasers on him and he’s right, no new bruises or scars. no sign of him even leaving your apartment beside from the leftover eyeshadow you found earlier.
“okay.” you nod, chewing on your bottom lip, “just want to make sure, you know?”
dick understands completely. it doesn’t look like it if you saw nightwing zipping through the streets but he is trying to get hurt less for your sake, so he doesn’t have to see your watery eyes trace another scar across his chest.
with a kiss to the corner of your lips, a smirk finds its way back on dick’s face like it never left, “can i get my reward then?”
giggles spill from you like honey dripping off a spoon, “on the bed, dickie. not much space here.”
it’s the first happy scream of the night when he effortlessly flings you over his shoulder and it’s a reflex how you squeeze his round ass since it’s right there.
“been waiting for this all night,” your boyfriend muses, slapping your ass by his head. “i missed you baby, say it back.”
“hurry up! can’t be upside down for too long or else i’ll—,”
“baby.”
“i missed you too, of course i did.”
dick moves faster than you knew was possible from him, throwing you onto your bed and shutting the door behind him.
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.
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.
╰›"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.
𖥻 DRABBLES/HCs
dick grayson is not letting you help ⋮ @blushstories
take him back- please! ⋮ @kitkatscabinet
dick grayson who… ⋮ @daysiesz
if only he knew ⋮ @arfemiz
dick grayson loves missionary ⋮ @deersink
boyfriend headcanons ⋮ @batshadows
childhood bff!dick grayson ⋮ @moviecritc
get out wally! ⋮ @quackywrites
dick just rescued you from the joker ⋮ @blushstories
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
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?”
when you step out of the burning bar, it’s feels magnetic. nightwing is the first person you make eye contact with as he sits on the streetlamp, analysing the situation. his muscled legs are crouched with those sticks he always carries, dangling from his hands. he’s in his usual suit, tight, all black with his signature blue wings on the front.
nightwing cocks his head at you then jumps down to your side once he realises you’ve noticed him too.
your friend gasps beside you as nightwing’s presence is all consuming, completely overwhelming. he towers over you by multiple inches and when he crosses his arms across his chest, you gulp.
he is cute. actually, with the size of his biceps and his skin tight suit that takes every ab into consideration as it moulds to his body. nightwing is sexy. fluffy black hair on his head, that stupid mask that hides his identity and those bright blue eyes.
“you okay, pretty lady? you shouldn’t be out in blüdhaven this late.”
he smirks, like the building behind you isn’t slowly crumbling. his canines are white and sharp, only drawing you to his plush pink lips.
“it’s only nine pm, nightwing,” you smile back, tilting your head up at him. your eyes widen, becoming doe like which only draws the man in. “besides, i know that you’ll always be around to look after us.”
you point your thumb towards all the people behind you, still in a worried fluster. everyone’s eyes are on you and this vigilante though, how he shuffles from foot to foot, then stretches his back and arms like he’s preparing to fight.
“don’t you forget it,” he winks, guiding you away from the building with his gloved hand on your waist. then he taps your ass once. a light flirty tap that has you looking around to see if any one saw. you spin round to find he’s vanished, a few people pointing to the top of the building.
“was he flirting with you?” your friend whispers, “nightwing has a crush on you! what the hell?!”
you laugh, looping your arm with hers to drag her away from the building, “it’s probably a bit he does with everybody. come on, i know another bar around the corner from here.”
you groan as you stumble through your front door, leaning back on it once you’re safely inside. you throw down your bag and keys, kicking off your shoes.
“i can’t believe you still went out after the first bar burnt down,” your boyfriend says down the corridor of your apartment, strolling into your vision from your bedroom.
he’s in one of his old blue t-shirts he leaves at yours, paired with checked grey pyjama bottoms. now this is cute. his hair is all fluffy, black strands slightly curled and strewn over his head. he mustn't have got in too long before you did.
“and i can’t believe you broke into my apartment again, dick,” you yawn, walking over to him in your socks with your arms out like a zombie. you only want a cuddle.
“i’ve told you about leaving your windows open. it’s like you want to get robbed, baby.”
you snuggle into dick’s thick arms, both wrapping around your waist as he lets you lean your body into him. he’s warm, toasty and smells like your shower gel. you want to remind him to buy you some more if he’s always going to be using it but tequila is making your head fuzzy. you’ll have to remember next time.
“there’s nothing for them to take. unless they want a toaster that only toasts one side of both slices. that’s pretty rare,” you laugh, lifting off his chest.
he lays a kiss on your lips, three for good luck and you’re eager to press back into them. dick notes that faulty appliance in his head, he’ll buy you a new one the next time he’s out.
“i’m serious though, baby. you can’t be going—,”
you groan with your forehead pressed into his chunky pectoral. “dickie!” you whine, “if we had your way, i’d never leave my apartment unless you were coming out with me.”
you lick the tip of your thumb and you notice dick follow the movement, lips parted in wonder. you rub at the corner of his left eye. “you’ve still got some eyeshadow, nightwing,” you whisper.
“have i told you that you look pretty today?” dick murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of your lips. he can definitely taste the alcohol on your breath and if he closes his eyes, he can imagine how you were dancing at the bar while he was out taking down villains on patrol. he sighs internally.
your grin makes him blush, especially without his mask and suit to hide behind. you, gorgeous and tipsy before him, hands pawing at him like he’s the source of all your comfort. dick just wants to throw you onto your creaky sofa, kiss down your body and look after you for the second time tonight.
“yes actually. right before you slapped my ass, which anybody could have seen by the way,” you point your finger directly in the centre of his chest in warning and your lips pout without realising.
“but nobody did.”
“you can’t be sure.”
“but i am, baby.”
you can’t argue with him before he lists all the tech he used to ensure nobody saw, “well my friend said nightwing has a crush on me. you’ve got competition.”
dick rolls his eyes, a smirk sliding onto his cheeks. he fights with himself, sofa or counter top? he lands on placing his hands under your ass to lift and plop you onto your kitchen counter, right next to your wonky toaster.
the adrenaline from his night patrol jitters through his body, has him squeezing your thighs as your hands snake up his neck and onto his cheeks. you lock your legs behind his back, keeping him flush against your body. you litter kisses along his neck, indulging in the soft moans that rumble through dick’s body.
“i could destroy nightwing even on my worst days,” his voice is like velvet, smooth and thick with desire as he stretches his neck to give you as much space as possible. his hands sneak under your cardigan and camisole, warm hands on smooth skin.
“awh, course you can baby,” you giggle back, giving his earlobe a suck. then you frown, like dick isn’t hardening in his pyjama bottoms every time you lick a stripe across your bottom lip.
“you didn’t get any bruises today did you? did you find out who set the bar alight?”
dick adores how you live unafraid of the city, how you care for blüdhaven just as much as he does and how after a busy day studying for your phd and your part time job, you’re willing to sit beside him, delving through evidence and proof for a case.
“i thought it was—,”
dick hums, mind elsewhere. specifically on you and your body. “it was. but i sorted it out quickly, gave him to the BCPD.”
he’s breathless, thrusting you to the edge of the counter so you feel him pressed against your jeans. your breath hitches, fingers gripping the bottom of his t-shirt.
“sounds like you were eager to get home.”
you just want to check for any bruises or wounds, so you lift dick’s t-shirt to reveal his chest only for him to take it off completely and smother his face with yours.
it’s always been easy with dick, comfortable conversation, tender touches and occasionally mumbled miscommunication. you’re determined to give his body a quick check through while he is close to begging you to pull off your jeans.
“fuck, you looked so gorgeous earlier,” he grunts against your lips, tilting his head to the side to lick his tongue against yours. it only has you copying his noises in response, biting down on his lip when he separates to breathe, then be pulls you in again, “made me wonder what the fuck was i doing saving the city when i could be out keeping you company.”
your hands flatten against his body, feeling down the bumps and ridges of his bare chest. nightwing is sexy but without the mask and kevlar titanium, dick grayson is completely insane. able to get you riled up from looking all boyish in his pyjamas.
“e-everyone was saying you looked good tonight. made me want to shove them all in the river,” you moan, throwing your head back as dick whips off your cardigan and nudges the strap of your camisole with his nose to kiss along your collarbone.
“please baby, can’t have another serial killer on the loose,” he chuckles, nibbling over your breast and you can’t help but card your fingers through his dark locks.
“okay, okay wait,” you remember to mumble, hating the instant cold breeze that hits you when dick pulls away ever so slightly.
he levels you with two creases between his eyebrows, “what? you not up for anything?” his gaze feels tangible, starting at your face to the spot between your legs. “i wanna eat you out, baby. i’ve missed you today.”
the admission makes your whole body flush with heat, your lower stomach burning like a furnace on a winter night. “f-fuck wait, i just need to check.”
you scan his torso for any purple blue bruises on his ribs then his shoulders and biceps. he notices what you’re doing immediately, his half lidded glare of arousal lighting up with endearment, “they didn’t touch me. i was good today, i promised you before i went out.”
he did, whilst you were walking to the bar and he was sitting on top of a building overlooking the city. if it wasn’t for the tracker in your bracelet, you felt as if you could feel him watching you as you walked to your destination. that he could feel the worry that shakes you every time you know he’s out as nightwing.
“i promised you, baby,” he repeats like you need a verbal reminder along with your visual, then he takes your hand to kiss your knuckles. “see? i’m so fucking lucky to have you.”
your eyes are like lasers on him and he’s right, no new bruises or scars. no sign of him even leaving your apartment beside from the leftover eyeshadow you found earlier.
“okay.” you nod, chewing on your bottom lip, “just want to make sure, you know?”
dick understands completely. it doesn’t look like it if you saw nightwing zipping through the streets but he is trying to get hurt less for your sake, so he doesn’t have to see your watery eyes trace another scar across his chest.
with a kiss to the corner of your lips, a smirk finds its way back on dick’s face like it never left, “can i get my reward then?”
giggles spill from you like honey dripping off a spoon, “on the bed, dickie. not much space here.”
it’s the first happy scream of the night when he effortlessly flings you over his shoulder and it’s a reflex how you squeeze his round ass since it’s right there.
“been waiting for this all night,” your boyfriend muses, slapping your ass by his head. “i missed you baby, say it back.”
“hurry up! can’t be upside down for too long or else i’ll—,”
“baby.”
“i missed you too, of course i did.”
dick moves faster than you knew was possible from him, throwing you onto your bed and shutting the door behind him.
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