#dc richard grayson

[smitten-nelle]

"I have English due tomorrow, Dick. Gotham can't wait but so can't my straight A's!" I'm so sick for them

[solisstars]

the tiktok tinder trend on dick grayson

you shifted on your boyfriend's bed, looking at him over the current tiktok trend you were deeply engrossed in.

he was sat at his PC set up–one too intricate and expensive for a man who spent most of it's use doing torture challenges on the sims or letting his murderous, bleeding-out-on-his-desk, brother play cake decorating games.

tonight, he was running his minecraft server like the navy. you'd been busy doomscrolling for the most part, but you'd caught a few "no, wally, do this"’s here and a few "wally no, you're going to get us killed!"’s there.

you played with them occasionally–especially when dick begged, just to see the matching avatars he forced you into side by side. but right now, you were busy scheming.

you cleared your throat slightly before putting on a class-act performance, "richard grayson!" you gasped.

dick tore off his headset immediately, whipping around to look at you, "yeah baby?"

"you would not believe who i just found on tinder."

"what!" he was on his feet fast. "who??"

"jason."

he gasped back, "my jason??"

"the jason!!!"

dick was by your side now, having moved across the room with urgency. "i have to see this!–oh my god, is his profile dorky?" he laughed. "does he have a classical quote in his bio?? wait i need a photo for–"

you giggled at his reaction, at the eagerness to get his hands on his newest form of blackmail. yet, you didn't aid him to actual question he was meant to ask.

"which photos does he have on his..." dick's hand paused halfway to reaching for your phone. "profile..."

his eyebrows furrowed as he thought for a moment. the little frown on his face shifted to a complete pout.

"wait! why are you on tinder?!?"

note: barely proof-read to be honest with you so feel free to call out any mistakes 😪 my courses are killing me im not doing any more editing than i have to rn

[batletters]

Okay so idk if you’ve seen the trend in TikTok (it was a while ago) of people kissing their best friends but would you be willing to write something like that? Honestly for anyone but maybe Dick, Jason, or Wally???

⊹౨ৎ KISSING YOUR BEST FRIEND

˚ ｡ ft. jason todd, wally west and dick grayson .ᐟ

lizzie’s yapping 𐙚 : English is not my first language, so there may be some grammatical errors.

Jason Todd !

Your hands were sweaty and trembling slightly as you placed the phone on the coffee table, propping it up with a glass you'd used earlier. You were so nervous that your stomach was doing flips. Jason, sitting on the couch next to you, watched your every move, cautious and clearly confused by your behavior.

Once you finally got the phone positioned, you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and turned to look at him. You didn’t say a word.

Jason's brow was furrowed; he kept glancing back and forth between the phone and you, trying to figure out what this was all about.

“The he—”

You didn’t let him finish. You placed a hand on his chest to steady yourself and kissed him. His lips were cold and slightly chapped, unlike the warmth and softness of yours. The kiss felt like a mix of relief—because you would finally know what it was like to have him this close—and a faint uncertainty about what it might stir between the two of you.

Jason froze in place, his heart racing and his cheeks faintly flushed, something quite unusual for him. Still, no one could blame him for feeling suddenly overwhelmed—he’d expected anything but this, anything but you placing a hand on his chest and kissing him so unexpectedly, yet so sweetly.

When you pulled back and he could finally see your expression, he swallowed, his head still spinning. He cleared his throat, but never put any distance between you. To your surprise, a smile slowly formed on his face.

“Knew you had a thing for me,” he teased, flashing a crooked smile. “Delete that shit,” he added, pointing at the phone.

You rolled your eyes and kissed him again—this time, he kissed you back.

Wally West !

You thought about it a lot. Too much.

The moment the trend crossed your TikTok FYP, your mind started spinning—ideas, possibilities. You still weren’t sure if doing it was the right thing, if it might cause a crack in your friendship, but there was nothing to lose by trying. Nothing more than a kiss. A kiss with a lot of power.

Your gaze was fixed on the redheaded victim sitting beside you, talking nonstop, rattling on about one of his latest exploits as the new Flash. You always paid attention—you loved listening to him because you didn’t have that nonstop chatter in you, so being the listener was your thing. Wally knew that too. Normally you’d at least smile at him, but today you’d done nothing but stare.

“Not to brag, but a ton of girls asked me for photos, you know,” he said with that cocky edge, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. But you weren’t listening. Why weren’t you paying attention?

Sitting right next to him, fists clenched way too tight to look casual, you shifted your gaze to the phone you’d strategically placed to capture the whole moment. He hadn’t even noticed.

Then, as he grabbed a slice of pizza and brought it to his mouth, you leaned forward, cupped his chin, turned his face toward you, and kissed him. Your lips stayed still against his—slightly warm and greasy from the pizza.

Wally blinked, way too slow to process what was happening. And just as quickly as you’d kissed him, you pulled back, leaving him even more confused.

“You kiss— Did you just — WOW!”, The words tangled on his tongue, his cheeks turning a deep red that matched his hair. In a flash, his whole vibe shifted. “Damn… Can you do that again? Nah, my turn now.”

And he kissed you. Surprisingly slow. His pizza-greasy hands smudging your face, as messy as he was.

Dick Grayson !

You’d always had a crush on him, even if you denied it every single time someone hinted at it—because you hated the idea of being that cliché best friend who stupidly fell for her best friend. But… how could you not fall for someone like him? You were totally justified, and by now you didn’t even care what anyone else thought.

You were also a little bit of a coward, to put it mildly. Otherwise you wouldn’t be using some random social media video trend as an excuse to kiss him. If things went wrong, you had a backup plan—it was just a trend, nothing more. He fell right into the trap. You’d planned it all out, orchestrated every step in your head. Now all you had to do was get close and kiss him. An innocent kiss loaded with all your feelings, but if he didn’t feel the same, it would just be that—a kiss.

On the other hand, Dick had already figured out something was up with you. His detective skills weren’t just one of the many things that made him so cool and attractive, after all.

The moment he saw your furrowed brow and tight lips, he knew you were nervous.

“What’s going on?” he asked, leaning against the kitchen island with his arms crossed and that crooked smile on his face. Then his eyes flicked to the phone you’d supposedly hidden so he wouldn’t notice it was there. “And why are we being recorded?” He waved at the phone, practically teasing you.

You threw your head back in resignation, but nodded toward one of the stools for him to sit. He obeyed, tilting his head to the side. He looked amused. And handsome.

“So?” he pressed, raising both eyebrows. Oh, he was having fun with this.

A little annoyed by his attitude, you stepped toward him. Since he was sitting now, his height wasn’t an issue, so with a mix of anger and shyness, you pressed your lips firmly against his, drawing a small, surprised gasp from him that melted into your mouth.

He kissed you back immediately, pulling you closer—one hand firm on your hip, the other gently cupping your cheek. He coaxed your lips apart to move in sync with his, giving his tongue access to tangle with yours. It was like he’d been waiting for this, like he’d anticipated your intention from the moment he noticed your strange behavior.

You pulled apart when you ran out of air, your cheeks flushed and his lips curved into a mischievous smile.

“Did you get the right angle? We can do it again if you want. As many times as you want.” And before you could answer, he kissed you again.

@ batletters ࣪ ִֶָ☾. don't take my work as your own.

[dontyouworrydaddy]

Text Messages with Dick Grayson (Part 3)

Dick Grayson x gen! Reader

summary: Random texts between you and your boyfriend

warning: MDNI (18+), suggestive, fluff

[phosvye]

After a few sloppy kisses and several rounds of being bent over and fucked on every surface of the room in every position imaginable, with him whispering words of praise and longing, he still had the energy to fuck it all into you. At this point, you were spent, muttering nothing but unintelligible, half-formed sentences—pleading for him to stop, attempting to claw your way off of him as the overwhelming pleasure consumed you.

But alas, he dragged you back, impaling you onto him once more, making you even wetter than before and causing you to clench around him a little tighter. Moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed so loudly against all four walls of the room that you both were sure you could be heard all the way down to the ground floor and the neighbouring buildings.

Both of your outfits lay discarded on the floor, either stepped on or stained with cum. Your pretty lace set was tossed somewhere in the room, along with his boxers. But of course, you were too fucked out to care. And it went on like that until the sun rose, and the two of you lay sprawled on the bed, faces glowing in the aftermath of sex. With you, curled against his side as his fingers traced lazy patterns on your arm. Head on top of his chest, eyes closed and breathless.

[dearlyrami]

✮⋆˙ ─ by yours truly 𖹭.ᐟ dick grayson x reader (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

ᯓ. not only does he attract you, but other females! why not mark what's yours? content warning: hickeys , biting , grinding. 17+ content ahead!

dick grayson is apparently one of the sexiest vigilantes, according to the gotham times! we have all heard that phrase, even you, his well-loved, one and only girlfriend. you will admit, the attention he attracts isn't always his fault, he's hot and he can't help it! but that doesn't mean you won't get annoyed every time a lady in heat marks your man with their hungry eyes.

"don't let them get to you babe." he always tells you. "ignore them." he whispers to you.

but how can you when it's those same ladies he has to protect at the end of the day? not only that, but for your safety, keeps you away from the attention he gets. everyone thinks that nightwing is up for sale. that it's anyone's and everyone's game.

watching as they leave their arms a tad bit longer on his, perfume still lingering on him. it snapped something in you. how dare they leave their mark on your grayson?

that night, you were filled with hunger, a type of lust that was slowly building up as the days passed by. a feeling that couldn't stay in when you saw dick lying mindlessly on your shared bed, waiting for you to join him. only way he can actually get comfortable and drift off into dreamland.

quietly, you got into the bed, dressed in those favorite laced panties he loved so much, paired with a simple, tightly fitted spaghetti strap. it made his tired smirk widen more on his face as his eyes admired your frame, watching how you took the blanket and pulled it over yourself.

"how was your day today?" you asked, shifting closer to him as you rested your cheek on his bared chest, hand slowly making their way down, tracing the outline of his abs. he loved it when you did that. you felt his arm snaking around your slightly smaller frame, resting his hand on your head, playing with your locs as he sighed in thought.

"same as always.. patrol was, patrol i guess," he muttered, raspy, sluggish voice sending chills down your spine.

"tell me more.." you sighed out, softly pecking his chest and slowly making your way up to his neck. it made a satisfying groan leave his lips. "hmm.. there was this one lady who would not leave me alone.." he softly chuckled. ah there it is, the cause of your actions.

he felt that hot air escaping from your nose, your way of silently showing your frustration. your eyes traveled up, watching his smile as he continued rambling about the lady. a small frown was formed.

your hand traveled upwards, stopped right around the back of his neck, caressing the area. "what did that lady do again?" you whispered.

"grabbed me and then- ngh..?"

sadly, he was poorly cut off by the feeling of your teeth making contact with his skin, right on his neck.

"babe? not that i hate it, infact i love what you're doing but- oh woah.."

again, but this time was your legs cutting him off. it snaked up his, toes gliding along his thigh. obviously he was enjoying this. the contact of his boner with your knee said it all.

deciding to take full control, you moved onto him, both legs on each side of his frame, one hand made it into his hair as the other stayed behind his neck, but this time gripping a bit harder, leaving nail marks.

you slowly descended, back arched as you got closer to his neck. it made mr. grayson surrender, deciding to remove his arms from your frame, leaving his body to your free will.

your mouth made contact with his neck, giving him the chills as your tongue glided on his skin, leaving your dna on him. but that wasn't enough for you, your saliva can be easily washed off with a quick bath.

that's when you decided to suck. breaking the blood vessels just under his skin. you heard a quiet moan leaving his lips as you continued, hands gripping him as you felt him grinding upwards onto you. slowly, you removed your lips from the area to admire the hickey you left. he can't wash this one off, can he?

a smirk made it onto your face as you realized that the spot you chose will be noticeable even with his suit on. you analyzed him so much that the one small noticeable area on his neck always stood out to you.

a soft giggle left your lips as you kissed the area you just left the hickey at, grazing your nails down his chest to get a reaction out of him. the one you love when he shifts under you, letting out those forbidden noises.

you decided to choose a new spot, it may not be noticeable to the public, but it will always be there for you to see when he's stripped. your lips explored every spot on his upper body, leaving behind your traces of love through bites. both in hickeys and bite marks.

finally, you rose from where you were to admire your art. a lovestruck dick covered in your marks. you might call this a masterpiece.

his eyes locked into yours, and suddenly, you felt a bit sorry for his lonely lips. how could you leave them alone? going back down, your lips crashed onto his, and this time, his arms made it onto you, hooking themselves onto your waist, slowly creeping onto your ass.

the kiss was filled with hunger; both heated and sloppy. wet with love and saliva as your tongues battled for dominance. did he forget that it was your night? your hands made it onto his face, gripping his cheeks, hunger growing and spreading to him.

his hands not only made it onto your ass, but moved it up and down, matching the rhythm as he grinded back onto you, causing messy moans to escape both lips.

the heat spread through both bodies as the movements got quicker, kisses got deeper, and moans got louder. he lost it when you said his name in that whiny voice of yours.

not only did you mark him that night, you got your piece from it. those wondrous nights with the sexiest vigilante, according to the gotham times, of course.

.

.

.

"according to gotham times, er.. nightwing has been in a secret relationship all this time?!"

you couldn't help the smile that was growing as you saw your dick grayson on the tv with your hickey you left on him.

[tarta-de-limon]

Day one: Games!

Aaand it starts! Dick and Damian week, I love these two!

I did this a little while ago, well, more like ages ago, because my intention was to have all the drawings prepared to just post them.

...

This is the only one I had prepared 😭😭😭

The contrast is a little off because I colored this in my phone at max brightness 💀

I think this is the only one that'll be in this artstyle, the rest will be in my usual art style.

[gorefatale]

Bruce showing Damian how to do his tie while Tim fixes his collar... and Dick smiling at him... that's literally their baby bat