childhood bff!dick grayson who texts you at 3 a.m in the morning and gets angry when you don't answer him right away.
childhood bff!dick grayson who sends you ten videos in the span of an hour and expect you to respond and react at every single one of them. Half of them are stupid videos of dogs doing stuff.
childhood bff!dick grayson who sends TEN MINUTES AUDIOS while he's on patrol because he's bored.
childhood bff!dick grayson who has too many trust with you and lets you sit by the toilet while he's showering so you two can talk.
childhood bff!dick grayson who suggests the idea of living together because he has a whole building for himself and feels lonely.
childhood bff!dick grayson who steals your skin care AND MAKE UP because of course he's curling his eyelashes and wearing your Maybelline mascara.
childhood bff!dick grayson who's fucking dumb and ends up with conjunctivitis.
childhood bff!dick grayson who insists on laying in bed together and watching tiktok on your phone because your fyp is funnier than his.
childhood bff!dick grayson who tries to sneakily intertwined his toes with yours while doomscrolling.
childhood bff!dick grayson who screams of pain when you smack him in the face and kick his little toe after feeling his toes invade yours.
childhood bff!dick grayson who gets all pouty, head lowered and glassy eyes, blinking fast like he's trying to fake cry. He knows that hits your soft spot and you end up caressing his cheek where you hit him and giving him a kiss on it.
childhood bff!dick grayson who's a little bitch and moves his head so fast that you don't register the peck you just give him.
childhood bff!dick grayson who gasps like he didn't cause this and flops into his back, sighting dreamily and moving his feet under the blanket. "Are we falling in love?" he asks, looking at the ceiling like it's the stars. You push him off the bed.
childhood bff!dick grayson who comes back two second later, jumping to the bed right on top of you and starts tickling you???
childhood bff!dick grayson and you, who are now a mess of screaming, laughing and complaining. You flick his forehead, he hugs you tighter, you kick his calf, he licks your cheek. You two keep play fighting until Dick ends up in his back, with you straddling his waist and locking his arms above his head.
childhood bff!dick grayson who can't help but say "Woah, didn't know you were into this type of things."
you, who get the ick in that exact moment and get off him immediately with a nasty expression.
childhood bff!dick grayson who changes the topic after seeing your reaction, asking for a truce and wanting to watch more videos together. You accept, because now Dick is tucking you closer to his chest, letting you rest your head in his massive right boob pec while he scrolls
a/n: this is so fucking dumb idk what i was even writing here
Bruce Wayne’s dad lore but it’s Dick Grayson actually.
Nobody actually does look into Dick’s past too hard because they’ve heard way too many stories and after a point just stopped asking around because each one was more impressive and unbelievable than the last. However, because of this seemingly impenetrable aura of just being Robin or Nightwing, nobody really realises the stories from his normal mundane “human” activities as Dick Grayson are equally as incredulous, if not more.
*Jason and Dick at a stakeout alone in the car*
Jason: Ha! I’ve been to prison before!
Dick: Same.
Jason: .. Dickie you got arrested? Did you finally lose your shit??
𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆ NSFW SIZE DIFFERENCE HEADCANONS ft. dick grayson
CONSISTS OF ↬ dick grayson may be the sweetest man you've ever met, but behind closed doors he is downright dirty, and it's fueled by how big he is. especially compared to you. [dw this is for all readers, im a thicker girl who's taller sooo]
── .✦ clark kent. bruce wayne. jason todd.
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big bf!Dick Grayson who loves picking you up mid-kiss. He loves the way your legs wrapped around his waist, and how he can just carry you to the bed (or kitchen counter, or shower wall) like it’s nothing. He loves that surprised little gasp you make every time, and it always earns you a smug, “What? Worried you're too heavy? Not even close.”
big bf!Dick Grayson who's bigger and stronger, so he sometimes holds you in place when you try to squirm away. Pinning your hips down with his hands or weight, forcing you to take everything he gives. He gets a kick out of making you admit out loud when it’s too much, just so he can murmur, “That’s my girl, look at you taking it.”
big bf!Dick Grayson who likes putting his hand over yours, your thigh over his, or even your wrist in his grip just to remind you how much smaller you are. During sex, he’ll line himself up against your stomach or thigh with a dirty smirk, saying something cocky like, “See what you’re up against?”
big bf!Dick Grayson who will cup the back of your head and guide your pace, not harsh but steady, making you feel how big he is compared to your mouth. Every groan that slips from him is laced with both pride and disbelief that you’re taking him so well.
big bf!Dick Grayson who loves missionary with your wrists pinned above your head, his body fully covering yours, but he’ll alternate between pounding into you and kissing you sweetly until you’re trembling beneath him. He likes the contradiction, showing how much power he has while also making you feel completely cherished.
big bf!Dick Grayson who sometimes will make you ride him just because he knows the size difference makes it overwhelming. His hands grip your waist, steadying you, bouncing you on his lap when your thighs get shaky, his voice low and teasing “C’mon, baby, you look so good trying to take it all.”
big bf!Dick Grayson who gets off on how stretched and full you look with him inside you. If you whimper about how big he feels, it only makes him groan harder, pressing deeper as he whispers, “That’s it, baby, let me in. You’re made for me.”
big bf!Dick Grayson who smug about how your smaller frame can straddle just one of his thighs and grind until you’re shaking. He’ll flex his muscles beneath you on purpose, hands gripping your waist tight as he coos, “Aw, baby, look how easy you came on just my leg.”
big bf!Dick Grayson who likes the visual of both your wrists caught in one of his hands. Sometimes he’ll even make you hold onto the headboard, warning you not to let go, while his other hand holds your hips still against him.
big bf!Dick Grayson who can’t resist reminding you how small you feel under him.“You take me so well for such a tiny thing,” or “Look at you, stretched around me like this.” His tone always shifts between playful and dangerously serious.
big bf!Dick Grayson who’s well aware of his size and strength, he’s extra attentive afterward. From massaging your sore thighs, to running you a hot bath, or carrying you to the shower when you can’t move. He’ll joke about “breaking you” but the way he tucks you against him afterward proves he’s dead serious about taking care of you.
another hc post because i was bored and can’t write anything these days 🍒 main masterlist || reader is mentioned to have hair in hal’s part
₊⊹ BRUCE WAYNE: He may not look like it but is a soft kisser. He kisses so tenderly that you forget you are making out with a human being, it starts feeling so comfortable, like he is made of cotton. But then his hands grab your waist and follow down to your hips, then you realize who you are making out with— which eventually makes you more excited and you wanna kiss him more. And once he gets comfortable with you and your relationship, he will kiss you any possible time.
₊⊹ DIANA OF THEMISCYRA: She likes hugging you while kissing. Her hands wrap around your waist and pull you to herself. She likes you kissing her first and then you taking all the control over the kiss because she loves it when you think you are the one in control— but you both know it’s actually her.
₊⊹ DICK GRAYSON: Dick does not have one specific kissing— he acts through emotions. He feels happy: softest kisses ever. He feels angry: Kisses so harsh they could even tear your skin apart. You two made up after a fight: Dives into your mouth as if you are the water that couldn’t touch his lips for months. He can be soft, tense, harsh, but all of the kisses are given with love.
₊⊹ HAL JORDAN: Sloppiest kisses, creates a mess. He will give you the best kiss but you will have to race his mouth to catch his moves. He is touchy while he kisses. His hands wanders around your body— but his favorite spot to be is in your hair. One is trapped and tangled in the locks of your hair while the other is holding your back. Your body must be pressed to his because how can he kiss you if not?? And if you two have a friends with benefits type of relationship, he will deny all the things he committed while kissing.
₊⊹ KARA ZOR-EL: Creates a mess, proud of what she creates. She would love kissing her significant other, but making out with them is another thing for her. She does it tenderly, with care and great excitement. She loves listening to your heartbeat as you make out. She doesn’t care about whether you are alone or not, she will peck your lips anytime.
₊⊹ ROY HARPER: Best kisses known to humanity. He will eat your lips out!! He hums when he kisses and his tongue is all over yours all the time. His intimacy is something you will get through time but once you’ve obtained it, you will see this side of him very often. He loves having you sit on his lap as you make out. He can initiate the kiss anywhere and it’d be with the same desire. He is just too good at this.
₊⊹ TALIA AL GHUL: She is a soft kisser. I honestly don’t think she has that much experience in kissing, but she kisses like she has because she is good at hiding her inexperience. She will care about you in ways nobody has ever had. With every gift, you will have make out sessions. She likes kissing your cheeks and leaving a lipstick mark there. Though, she will not let you swipe the mark off until the end of the day. She loves seeing the evidence of you belonging with her, and she with you.
₊⊹ ZATANNA ZATARA: Lucky kisses before and after every show. She loves kissing in bed, her hair in tangles and your bodies close together… She loves kissing in bath, bubbles around your bodies and warm water… She starts slow, gets fast and ends slowly. Zatanna gives magical kisses and she doesn’t even need to use her magic for it.
a/n: headcanons again!!!! i litr have finals in 3 days but dick grayson is unfortunately all i think about so. kieran i'll get to your request i promise ♡
i refuse to believe that dick would be a trust fund baby so law student!dick grayson who has wanted to do this since he heard elle woods talk. one day, bruce sat him down and reminded him he was allowed to have career options besides being robin, and it just clicked.
law student!dick grayson who you met at college; the golden boy who was friends with everyone, but who sits in front of you in the campus library in the evenings, poring over his law textbooks, eyebrows scrunched, clicking his pen frantically.
law student!dick grayson who knew he didn't have time to date, he simply couldn't. but when you looked at him and smiled politely, logic flew out the window. when you, frustrated with studying, dropped your head on the table and groaned under your breath, he couldn't help but ask you if you wanted to go for a quick coffee run with him. and when you looked up startled before smiling gratefully and nodding, he knew he was a goner.
law student!dick grayson who is so good, it's as if he's making up for all the bad in the world himself. even after reminding him that you don't mind that he cancelled date night, you'll still find flowers delivered at your door every morning for at least a week.
law student!dick grayson whose ambition knows no bounds; in his first semester, he'd made a list of all the policies he's going to change and new ones he'll introduce, and it keeps getting longer. realizing how many people he could help gets him high like nothing else.
law student!dick grayson who's just as interested in your degree as he is in his, no matter what it is. for him, something that you're dedicating years of your life to has to be worth knowing. when exam season comes, he asks you to teach him what you're learning, and he asks questions as if he's in a lecture.
law student!dick grayson who works himself to the bone, and forgets that he belongs to himself, and not just his work. who needs to come home to you at the end of each day to ground himself, to do a better job tomorrow.
Tim Drake
Tim’s clinginess is low-key, but it’s also constant. He’s the type to text you “What’s up? I miss you <3” while you’re just sitting 5 feet away from him. If you so much as stand up to go get a snack, he’s immediately there, like, “Where are you going? Don’t leave me.” He’ll lean against you, his hand finding yours without him even realizing it. When you're watching TV or reading, he’s definitely leaning into your side, trying to get as close as possible without being too obvious. But if you move to shift positions? Nope, he’s following you. He’ll slip his arm around your waist, all like, “Don’t think I didn’t notice that.” He’s not a big PDA guy, but when it’s just the two of you? Prepare for cuddles, hand-holding, and small, random kisses. He’s gotta be touching you constantly.
Jason Todd
Jason is obsessive, no doubt. He’s that partner who’ll try to act like he’s tough and independent, but the moment you show him any kind of affection, he’s all over you. Like, you can’t just hug him. No. He’ll climb into your lap and basically trap you there, rubbing his face into your neck like a cat. He’s gonna constantly ask for kisses, too, but not just little pecks—he wants full-on, deep kisses where he can pull you close and remind you that you’re his. If you’re doing something, like, working or even hanging out with friends, he’ll try to drag you away, be like, “Hey, come hang out with me, stop ignoring me for two seconds.” He’s possessive, but in the cutest way, constantly needing your attention. If you even talk to another person for too long, he’ll give them side-eye and pull you back to him like, “You good? You’re not gonna leave me for some random guy, are you?” He’s also the type to cling to you in bed, hogging the covers and curling up like a human koala.
Dick Grayson
Dick’s clingy energy is pure gold. He’s the most affectionate of the bunch and doesn’t shy away from public displays of love. He loves hugging you from behind, nuzzling into your neck, and just randomly planting kisses all over your face. He’ll text you “miss you <3” every few hours when you’re apart, and when you’re together? It’s all about touch. He’s sitting on your lap, or leaning on your shoulder, or pulling you into his chest just because he needs to be close to you. If you’re watching a movie, he’s definitely going to have his head in your lap, just to be as close to you as humanly possible. He gets giddy when he gets attention from you, too. You could be playing with his hair, and he’ll melt. He’ll whine like, “I’m not clingy, you’re clingy. But also, I love it. So don’t stop.” Honestly, Dick doesn’t care if he’s acting like a bit of a puppy—he’s obsessed with you, and he makes sure you know it.
Damian Wayne
Damian’s clingy moments are hilariously dramatic. He might start out cold, acting like he doesn’t need anyone, but as soon as you show him any affection? He’s all in. He’ll randomly grab your hand and hold it like it’s the most important thing in the world. If you try to walk away from him for whatever reason, he’ll growl and pull you back in, like, “Where are you going? You’re staying right here.” He has this whole vibe of “I don’t need anyone else, just you”, so if you’re talking to someone else or looking away from him for too long, he’ll wrap his arm around your waist and be like, “I don’t think you should be talking to them. They might steal you away from me.” In bed? He’s a hug monster, wrapping his arms around you like he’s never letting you go. He’s all about the intimacy, though—when it’s just the two of you, he’ll be soft and surprisingly vulnerable, making sure you know that he needs you more than he lets on.
Duke Thomas
Duke is lowkey super clingy, but in the way that’s goofy and endearing. He loves to follow you around, like, just wherever you go, he’s tagging along. You’re going to the kitchen? He’s there. To grab something from the laundry room? He’s there. If you sit down, he’s sitting on the floor next to you, asking if you want to “cuddle and watch dumb shows together.” He’s always finding excuses to touch you—like, his hand will just casually rest on your knee or he’ll come up behind you and play with your hair. And if you don’t give him attention? He’ll pout, even if he’s trying to play it off, like, “Aren’t you gonna give me a kiss? C’mon, don’t leave me hanging.” He’s the type who’ll give you a silly smile, lean in for a kiss, and then pull you into a full-on hug like, “Don’t go. I’m not done with you yet.” He’s all about the hugs, especially after a long day. You’ll be just chilling, and suddenly he’s like, “Hug time, right? Let me get one.”
Bruce Wayne
Now, Bruce is not the type to openly admit he’s clingy. He’s still the stoic, brooding billionaire who’s been through a lot, but when it’s just the two of you? He’s softer than anyone expects. He’ll always make sure you’re physically close—his hand on your lower back, your legs touching when you sit next to him, and if he’s standing near you, his hand will casually rest on your arm. When you’re working late or doing something serious, Bruce will occasionally pull you away for a few minutes just to kiss you or hold you close. He’s not great at asking for attention, but when he’s feeling clingy, he’ll show you through little gestures. You’ll find him just sitting beside you in silence, just content to be in your presence. He’s a man of few words, but when he’s clingy, it’s all about the touch—the way he holds your hand, how he presses his shoulder to yours, and how he’ll insist on driving you home or waiting up for you, just to make sure you’re safe.
— i hold my love for you just beneath my linea alba.
summary : dick has always wondered why you take so many pictures of him wearing less clothes than he usually does. when he comes round to help you study for your final, he finally understands why.
note : i saw someone on tiktok once use their boyfriend to put labels on his muscles to study and i was like yessss that's the dream, except i don't do biology so maybe once i get a boyfriend we can just do it for fun !!!
requested !
pushing open the door to your dorm room, dick swung his bag from his shoulder and directed it to your bed, where it landed amongst some stuffed animals with a thump.
"afternoon, darling," you heard his voice near your ear, a pair of muscular forearms coming into view as they came to wrap around your shoulders. his lips were soft against your skin as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. "tried to get here as soon as i could. my professor just kept going on and on."
"hey, don't worry," you replied, swivelling in your chair to meet his lips shortly. "i'm just glad you're here."
dick stood to his full height, taking a few steps back, his hand fleetingly running over your hair. "where do you want me?"
as you turned back around to your desk, rummaging around with pens and journals, you gave your order. "you can just sit on the bed."
"we are studying, aren't we?" your boyfriend came back with a chuckle, the springs in your stupid uni mattress creaking under his weight.
with a playful scoff, you shook your head in response. "yes, you heathen." finally, after a few hours now of study, you stood from your desk, a new roll of masking table bangled upon your wrist, as well as a notebook in your grip and a black sharpie.
holding out the notebook to dick for him to take, you busied yourself with trying to find the beginning of the tape. "first things first, i need you to take off your shirt."
notebook in his grip, his thumb barely pushing open the front page, dick's dark eyebrows raised. "this study session is sounding more and more promising by the minute."
this time, you actually laughed, your fingernail finally catching the end of the tape. "i'm being serious! you'll see what i'm trying to do in a second."
with one movement, dick's pale blue polo was disappearing over his head, discarded near his backpack near a teddy, revealing to your room a toned, tanned set of abs — a set that neither you nor your room had seen in a few weeks, having been so carried away with revising for your upcoming exams.
as you perched on the duvet in front of him, dick found the notebook again, eyes running over the sharpie title — bio revision.
he flipped open to the first page, and his blue eyes widened again, finding an image of himself printed out and glued onto the paper. it was a picture you'd taken of him over spring break, his skin glistening with salt water and sun, his smile glinting all the same; but lines were drawn, annotating the muscles along his torso, though the arms had been cut off.
"what have we got here?" he chuckled, the corner of his mouth curling up as he peered up at you over the top of the book.
"it says on the front of the book," you grinned in return, a rip searing through the air as you tore a piece of masking tap from the roll. "this is my biology revision."
you shuffled a little closer, just inching near his lap, though not daring to cross the boundary onto it. "i want you to read from the book, and ask me where a muscle is. i'll stick a piece of tape onto it, on you, and label it. you get to tell me if i'm wrong or right."
"do you get a kiss for every correct answer?" dick hummed, cocking his head to the side playfully.
but you only laughed dismissively. "that would be too often, could get a bit... distracting. maybe if i get a whole page?"
"sure thing. you ready?"
"let's do it," you smiled, ready with your uncapped black marker and strip of tape.
the dwindling summer sun shone in through your blinds, casting a golden sheen over your boyfriend's face and torso — you'd never seen him so serious, as he skimmed over your notes, a focused crease forming between his brows, the notebook held in one hand, nimble fingers folding the pages back.
"where would you find the deltoids?"
immediately your palm found the curve of his shoulder, smooth, toned skin. you pressed the scrap of masking tape to where his muscle bulged slightly, at the plushness just below the end of his collarbone. his flesh goosebumped as you softly pressed the tip of your sharpie to the tape.
you could feel dick's gaze on you as you leaned into him, his sweet breath against your cheek, and when he spoke, it was soft. "looks good to me."
"how about the pectoralis major?"
a laugh brushed past your lips, and you pulled away to rip another piece of tape from the roll, to place it slightly below the deltoid, where his skin was toned, a muscle separated from its twin by his sternum. it was somehow both plush and firm, depending on if he flexed it with a lopsided smile.
"i think this one looks good to me," you laughed mischievously, pressing down slightly harder than before when labelling the tape, just to see the way his flesh reacted to your touch — after a few weeks without you, he was probably enjoying this just as much.
"easy, tiger, i thought you didn't want any getting distracted," dick smiled back, his tone playfully condescending. you knew and he knew he would never mind getting to mess around with you; but, simultaneously, you knew and he knew how much acing this test would mean to you.
feigning a sigh, though your lips still tingled with a smile, you pulled away, your weight falling back on your calves, which sat curled beneath your body. as dick's eyes fell back on his page, you tore a new piece of masking tape from its roll.
"where would you find... the linea alba? that's something i've not heard of before." when dick turned to you, there was something hopeful glinting in his eye, and you had to bite down on your bottom lip to contain that stupid smile.
your eyes trailed down his bare torso, to the set of abs he presented.
acting sort of as a mini sternum for his abdomen, each ab was divided by a soft lining of tissue, but where they began to soften up near his belly button, you carefully patted down the strip of tape.
once again, you leaned in, pen in hand, to mark your answer on the small barrier between you and his skin.
when dick spoke again, it was without that layer of flirtation it usually was — you loved that, despite having been together since halfway through first year, he still flirted with you like he was trying to impress you enough to take you on a first date — but this time he seemed soft, earnest. "i think that's where i love you."
with a hum, you glanced up. "what do you mean?" you asked, dotting the i on linea.
clicking the cap back on your sharpie, you moved back slightly, dick's full face coming into view. he was looking down his stomach, free hand placing itself gingerly over his abdomen.
"when i look at you, or when you say something — when you do anything — i feel it all in here." his hand made a circle, hovering over his flesh. "and it's warm and comfortable. and then it spreads here when we touch. when i have you in my arms or when you kiss me." his hand moved up, a finger dancing a line inches from his skin. you knew, as you followed, that he was running up to his serratus anterior, which you could label in a moment.
the route in which his fingers took, moved back up to his sternum, a middle finger landing square in the middle, where it separated the pecs. "and when you say my name, looking into my eyes and smiling the way you do, i feel it here. it's heavy but, like... it's not dragging me down. i have the strength to carry it with me because i know you'd want me to do that."
he finally looked back up at you, something puppy-like to his features, eyes soft, awaiting your beck and call, although he was right here in front of you.
and you couldn't help it, your mouth turned up in a smile that would hurt your cheeks if you held it long enough, lips closed together, but the pull would soon separate them, revealing teeth that glowed with your emotion. "oh, dick," you managed to sigh, before discarding your marker to the floor, and pushing dick back against your pillows.
somewhere, you could hear your hard work clutter to the floor, pages flipping all about, joining your sharpie — but all that mattered was your kind, loving boy right here, right now.
fingers found his dark hair, thick and silky, and fingers found the firm flesh that enveloped his trapezius, the heel of your palm brushing carefully along his clavicle.
as you looked down at him, the longing only seemed to grow stronger, and he owned a smile that warmed his cheeks — and his chest, you could feel it below you.
