Dick Grayson eating you out slowly while staring at you lovingly. He just loves looking at you and he loves tasting you. It makes him feel so close to you. Every little moan, gasp, spasm.. he loves all of it. He loves knowing it comes from him.
Dick asks you to be his fuck or die and you agree.
There are consequences to having sex with someone you have feelings for.
You're both about to find out.
second person/fuck or die/consent given/sex pollen/ she/her reader / reader has a vagina
“If I was going to die if I didn’t have sex, would you have sex with me?”
There’s no fanfare when Dick asks you this, and it’s so uncharacteristically serious that you can’t help but snort, watching him for that telltale grin of his, and when it doesn’t appear you wonder if you missed something.
“What?” you laugh, confused but still amused.
“If I needed to have sex with you to not die, would you have sex with me?” he clarifies, with a tilt of a smile that does worrying things to your heartbeat, not a skip in the rhythm but more of a stumble. You ignore it in favour of stirring the ice in your drink, listening to the soothing click clack of ice cubes against glass.
“Well yea, but… Blue balls isn’t real Dick, you can’t listen to what Jason tells you.” You lean your head back against the back of the settee and turn to Dick with a smirk on your face.
“One hundred percent you would?” He asks, like he’s needing to catalogue this somewhere in his mind and you frown.
“Well yea, you die or we have sex? We have sex,” you say simply like it’s a formula. “You’d do the same for me, right?” It only feels fair to ask the question back and he nods with an earnest expression.
“Of course.” His nod is firm and it feels like something like a contract has been signed verbally, though you’re still a little unsure what actually just happened.
And that’s the last you think on it: Not the sex with Dick bit, you think on that a lot and its increasing frequency is getting worrying since he’s a friend, a very good close friend, and you don’t want to ruin that with something so messy as friends with benefits or, even messier, Love.
Yes, capital L, Love
It’s a late August afternoon when there’s a fist pounding at your door and you startle enough that you fumble your phone, juggling it for a moment in the air one handed before it falls to the floor. The hammer-fisted person at your door bangs again and you stride to the door ready to rip them a new one when you open the door and stop stock still.
Red Robin is at your door, but the most surprising part of this is that he’s supporting Dick, who is wincing and sweating like he’s in agony, clothes dishevelled like he’s been roughed up. They step into your apartment together, or more Dick stumbles while Red Robin guides him in.
“Dick, oh my god, are you ok,” you follow them to the settee Red Robin places him on, and your hand smooths over Dick’s bicep. There’s a low moan and a shudder that passes his lips and you pull back worrying you’ve hurt him. “Is he ok?” You look to Red Robin, his white eyes giving you nothing to work from, though the thin set of his mouth makes you worry.
“He’s been exposed to Poison Ivy’s latest pheromone, and if he doesn’t have penetrative sexual intercourse ending in fulfilling ejaculation he will die. He said you would help him through this.”
He almost sounds like he’s reciting something from a book, verbatim, impersonal as he speaks, except for the last bit, he sounds like he’s asking and apologising at the same time. For a moment your brain flatlines, only coming back to life when Dick shudders and groans.
“Gotham is so fucking weird- Alright, thanks for bringing him here, uh…you can go now?” If he finds your dismissal rude, he doesn’t say anything, and judging by the speed he leaves he seems glad to be gone. You crouch down in front of Dick, who looks like he’s in agony, knuckles white where he grips the fabric of his jeans. Reaching out you feel heat radiating from his skin and hesitate for a moment before cupping his cheek.
He leans into it with a sigh that wheedles off into a whine, and his eyes are lidded and heated in a way you’ve never seen before.
“You’re gonna be okay Dick, I’ll look after you.” The words sound like a filthy promise to his mind and he shudders in delight at the thought of all that that entails. It gives him renewed energy and he surges forward, hand sliding around the back of your neck bringing you close enough that he can kiss you messily, hungrily, while moaning into your mouth.
It’s startling but fuck it goes straight to your cunt, like lightning, and you gasp.
He deepens the kiss, tongue sliding deliciously over your lip and your eyes flutter shut as you groan, pushing further into him until his free arm manoeuvres you onto the couch with him, straddling him.
“Please,” he whines against your mouth, his hips jutting up searching for relief between your legs. His hands settle on your hips pushing you down against the solid erection you can feel through both of your clothes. His head falls backward, throat exposed and Adams apple bobbing up and then down as he swallows thickly, gasping at the sensation. It’s as though some sanity or sense comes back to him, his eyes finding yours, “Is this- Is this okay?” He asks, and you see the worry in his eyes and know that if you said ‘no’ he’d not let this go further.
But you don’t say no.
Instead you lean forward, hand sliding under his collar to touch the heated skin of his neck and feel the rumble of his moan along his throat, “Of course it is,” you murmur against his lips, capturing his full bottom lip between yours in a kiss that makes Dick thrust against you as breath catches in his throat.
It’s like your words are the starting gun, and you realise how much Dick has been holding back. His strong arms wrap around you, hands splayed open on your back and pulling you close like he can’t stand the air between your bodies. One hand cradles your head as his hips cant, and you’re moving and turning in one smooth motion and he’s above you now on the couch, his hips between your legs pressed against you.
It's like he doesn’t know what to do with himself: With you. One hand roams your side, clumsily sliding underneath your top so his hot hand can press against your hip and squeeze as he grinds slowly against you. His other hand finds your nipple through your t-shirt, when he realises you’re without a bra the softness of your breast and the hardness of your nipple through thin cotton has him growling against your neck where he bites and licks and sucks in frenzy.
But the noises you’re making in his ear, they are what’s driving him mad. The gasps stopped short by moans and hitching of breath as he does something that makes you writhe underneath him are making his cock weep precum messily, he can feel it. He feels greedy and drinks all of you in, the feel and sound of you underneath him is going to be seared into his memory forever, he thinks through the haze of the need to fuck you until you can only sob his name while you come undone on his cock.
“I knew you’d sound pretty,” he groans against your neck, “You’re so fucking pretty.”
He pulls back and you’re treated to the sight of Dick, sweating and panting as he takes off his black t-shirt. The vision of him, body rippling with heavy breaths, between your legs, stupefies you. You take too long to move for Dick and he’s pulling your top over your head, arms wrapping around you again to bring you against his heated skin. The feel of your bare skin against his has him panting hot breaths across your chest as he leans down to take a hard nipple in his mouth, flicking along it expertly with his tongue before capturing it between his teeth gently.
Your nails scrape along his scalp as your fingers thread through his hair and it makes him whine, “Oh god,” you breathe out, almost overwhelmed by the way he feels on you, it’s all encompassing and you’ve never been so present in your body before. All you can think of is the brush of his calloused hand against your side, the sharp bite of teeth, and the hot tongue that dances over your skin.
And his eyes.
He looks up at you, mouth still on your skin, his eyes are almost black with the way his pupils are blown, but they’re heated as they watch you: And they have been watching you, watching the way you gasp, mouth in a pretty little o shape as you writhe under him. He watches your face as his hand slips under the waistband of your shorts, into your underwear and through the wetness he finds there, fingers pressing into your wet pussy with ease. He could come just by the feel and the sight of you alone as he watches your face when his fingers slip past your lips, almost shocked at how good it feels.
Dick can’t help himself, he moves up your body, fingers still dancing up and down your folds, learning what makes you keen so deliciously. He wants those noises in his ear, like a secret just for him. He presses open mouthed kisses along your jawline as he pushes a finger into you, holding you close when your whole body bucks and the moan you breathe against his ear has him replying with his own.
It’s almost as good as the noise you make when, after a few stoking strokes of his one finger, he slides a second one in, coaxing expertly along your walls to find your g spot and press against it just right. The heel of his hand presses against your clit as he flexes his wrist and crooks his fingers inside of you, stealing your breath away as your arousal coats his fingers generously.
“Dick, let me- please-“ your hand slides down his front, nails grazing his skin in a light drag as your hands land clumsy on his waistband. Reaching underneath you find the hot head of his cock, already smeared with precum, “oh fuck,” you breathe and Dick swallows down the moan. When your fingers swirl through the sticky precum his hips push up, and your hand curls to sheathe him, to squeeze him. His eyes nearly roll back at the sensation, and his head falls to the crook of your neck when you roll your wrist and slide along the thick tip of him.
His skin is hot, almost feverish, and you run a hand through his hair, soothing his groans as you shift to remove your shorts. His hand grips your waist as he sits up to remove his bottoms, like he’s loathe to break contact with you.
When you’re both bare and naked in the midday sun on your couch it’s like time is caught, suspended, like a dust mote in a sunbeam. You both breathe heavy, taking the other in. Dick’s cock is hard and upright, precum glistening where it still beads freshly at the head, the perfect length for you and a thickness that has you biting your lip. Looking down at you from where he kneels between your legs he licks his lips, thirsty for the taste of your skin on his lips again.
It’s not frantic, or desperate when you reach out to him and he lays down above you pressing a kiss between your breasts as you wrap your leg around his waist. The sigh he breathes shudders as he enters you, resting his forehead against the place he’d set a kiss, almost reverent while your fingers tug at his hair and his breath heats the skin of your sternum.
When his arms tremble you know he’s restraining himself.
“Dick,” his name is soft and wanting on your lips and he stills, looking up to see your heated gaze, feels your hips move underneath him, urging him onward, “It’s okay.”
You don’t know what he’s going through, you don’t know how tomorrow will be, but you know you need him to know that now is okay, and you’re here for him.
It’s permission to let go completely.
He sits back then, on his knees still inside of you but not fully, not really. The first thrust goes so deep it’s almost painful, a sharp sudden stab deep within you. But that drag back out makes it all worth it. His hips roll, the sound of wetness against his groin rends the air and it makes everything feel like more. Dick’s eyes raise and he looks intoxicated, you think, eyes unfocused as he thrusts into you at a punishing pace but he looks good and he feels good and his hand is on your cheek, thumb caressing your wet lips before sliding into your mouth where you swirl your tongue and caress it as he digs his fingers into your hip. His thrusts shake you, the sensation of your tits bouncing while you suck on his thumb and god he’s looking at you so fucked out.
When he pulls his thumb out of your mouth there’s a string of spit that glistens for a moment, before breaking and the lewdness compared to your eyes looking up at him lidded and heated for him, because of him, sends him over.
The thrusts go longer, deeper, as he pushes into you as far as he can while he chokes out moans of your name, almost sobbing in relief and ecstasy.
You anchor him, as he comes down from the pheromones. His body collapses next to yours, exhausted and spent: You shift so he can have more space but he just reaches out to hold you close as he pants into your hair.
The hand on his side is soothing, and your body is soft against him, and he decides he just wants to be in this moment for a good long while, happy and content, if a little exhausted. He doesn’t want to think about what tomorrow might bring, hell he doesn’t want to think about what the next hour will bring.
Hi 😊 may I please request a hc for how the batboys deal with bad days? And/or (if you choose both) how they'd help their s/o with the same thing?
Dick
- Dick tries really. really hard to hide when he's had a bad day.
- Like, he's well aware he's the closest his family has to a sunshiny optimist, so he doesn't like letting cracks in the facade show.
- And for the most part he's gotten pretty good at it.
- At least nobody outside of his family can tell anyway.
- Unfortunately, the people he actually cares about trying to hide it from can read him like an open book
- As for your bad days, Dick is a fixer. So he's naturally going to want to do any and everything he can to help you get to feeling better
- It can get a little something, and if you need to, don't be afraid to ask him to just let you have your space.
- He'll be there, ready and willing when you are
Jason
- Jason's bad days have gotten better. Much better.
- They're less frequent and far less extreme
- It makes it all easier for him to cope with
- Even so though, there are still some days that...
- He doesn't talk about them. Just picks up and goes, and nobody hears from him for days sometimes
- He never admits it, but it's because he's scared him might hurt someone, and he's not willing to take that chance. Not anymore.
- With your bad days, Jason still adheres strictly to the 'give them space' rule. He figures, its best to let you sort out your thoughts and feelings with out him getting in the way.
- However, he has never once turned you away if you've come seeking him out. and he's always happy to listen and let you talk though whatever's on your mind.
Tim
- Tim... the last few years have felt like a continuous bad day for Tim
- He mainly copes between dark, deprecating humor, and an ungodly amount of caffeine.
- A memes that go completely unappreciated by these uncultured heathens he calls family
- So basically denial. His coping mechanism is denial.
- Should he probably a better way of dealing with this? Yes.
- Is he going to? Probably not.
- When it comes to you though, Tim is the complete opposite. Almost over compensating for his lack of self care by channeling it into you.
- Which just proves this bastard knows HOW, he just chooses to NOT
- It's an issue you're planning to address once you manage to put the bottom back in your life
- In the meantime, you're a human burrito curled up on the couch with Tim rewatching the Mandalorian
The Incredible Coincidence of One High School Reunion
As promised, the awaited enemies to lovers x fake dating i’ve promised today! (ft. my love for super long titles)
Thank you to everyone supporting me!
PS: if your name is Monica I am truly sorry, please forgive me.
Masterlist
Pairing: Dick Grayson x reader
Word count: 4916
Warnings: none beside extreme cheesiness
Out of everyone you thought would show up to the Gotham Academy 10 years alumni reunion, Dick Grayson was definitely not one of them. He was the golden boy, the Wayne kid that probably had a long list of better things to do than entertain than his old cohort of high school graduates. Alas, there he was in all of his glory, and it pissed you off.
You and Dick had, to say the least, a difficult relation. You had been friends, for a little while after he started at the academy. You had a lot of classes together and more often than not ended up working together. You helped him get acclimated to the new school and environment, introduced him to all your friends and invited him to your extracurricular activities. But then, ever so slowly, everything became a competition. Who got the best grades, who got involved in most committees, and even who the teachers liked most. Naturally, he bested you in everything and made a point to shove it back in your face. He became your nemesis, and this adversity dealt one hell of a blow to your social standing. People liked Dick better, of course they did, so they stopped hanging out with you.
Good riddance, you told yourself. They outed themselves as fake friends anyway, so the loss hadn’t been catastrophic. Still, for a teenage girl, it had hurt. You had been doomed as the loner, all because you had befriended the wrong person in the first place. The saddest part was that you genuinely missed your friendship with Dick, but you just couldn’t go back to him. It would have made you look pathetic and desperate, and you were not about to stoop so low. Sure you had a few other acquaintances you ate lunch with and did teamwork, but it wasn’t the same.
He was mingling with the people, talking and laughing in his probably expensive suit. You rolled your eyes at the sight and downed your glass of champagne, then made your way back to the refreshment table. On the way you bumped into an old colleague from the recycling committee and entertained small talk, then you made it there without another obstacle. You stopped in front of the already filled glasses of wine and hesitated. The red wine smelled horrible, the white seemed watered down, but the rosé looked like a good choice. You reached for the last glass when your hand collided with another. you looked up to apologize, but as you caught a glimpse of the other person, your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance and retracted your hand like it touched fire.
“Grayson” You said through clipped lips.
“(Y/L/N)”
“Still trying to steal my only joy left, I see” You scoffed, nodding at the still unclaimed rosé glass.
“And you’re still baselessly accusing everyone but yourself for undermining you” He rolled his eyes. “Nothing has changed”
“What do you want?” You sighed, crossing your arms against your chest and glaring up at him. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”
“Well, I was just trying to get a drink” He lifted his hands up in surrender, but in a sarcastic way that just irritated you, and he knew it all to well. “You were the one who got all pissy about it”
“Yeah whatever, I guess I should have bowed and offered you the glass on a silver platter” You huffed. “So his Highness wouldn’t have been inconvenienced”
“Are you kidding me?” His eyebrows raised. “Why are you like this? I’ve never--”
He stopped talking, his eyes fixated on something behind you for a second. Then, he made himself surprisingly small and glanced away. You frowned in confusion for a second, before you looked over your shoulder and blanched, understanding the reaction all too well. You shared a look of panic, simultaneously putting away the animosity between each other to brace yourself for the horror that was to come.
And that horror was named Monica.
She confidently walked toward you, graceful in her high heels and frustratingly stunning in her knee length dark blue dress. She was your ex supposed best friend, and the first one to ditch you for Dick when the rivalry began. She then proceeded to make a point of showing off her pinning for him, trying desperately to make her and him a “thing”. It never worked, but she kept going, so much it became borderline stalking. The whole school knew, it fueled everyone’s gossip.
Without missing a beat, she extended in arm in between you and Dick to grab the last glass of rosé, leaning not so subtly more in his space than she needed to. She sipped the alcohol almost seductively, gazing at Dick with practiced innocence. It was becoming uncomfortable real quick.
“Hi Richard” She gave him her best smile, then shot you a smug glance as if saying watch this. “How have you been?”
“I’ve been good” He replied without much interest, refusing to meet her eyes. “How about you?”
“Amazing! I’ve been working on totally rebranding my father’s hotel company” She chatted excitedly. You sighed inwardly and grabbed a glass of white wine, taking a long sip. “If you want to, I can show you the new rooms design. We could test the mattresses…”
You choked on your wine while Dick’s eyes considerably widened. Monica was waiting for an answer.
“I uh-- Actually I can’t…” He sputtered, trying to come up with an excuse to reject her. Oh, that would be interesting alright. He knew how persuasive she could be, so he had to find something solid. He looked around in a panic, then his eyes settled on you. “... Because (Y/N) and I are together”
His words didn’t quite register in your head as he threw an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his side with a wide forced smile. His fingers giving a small pleading tug to your dress snapped you out of your stupor, and you plastered a matching grin on your lips. You hated the idea of bailing Dick out of an embarrassing situation, but the opportunity of taunting Monica was just too good to pass, so you decided to play along.
“What?” Monica blinked in confusion, then frowned. “I didn’t know that”
“That’s because we’ve been keeping it very private” He replied smoothly. “I wanted to keep her away from the paps, they’re such vultures sometimes”
“Oh” She simply said, before smiling sweetly. It was too sweet. You didn’t like it one bit. “So how did it happen?”
“Well, we bumped into each other again last year, totally by accident” You took over Dick’s hesitation. “And uh, we cleared things up and it kinda just… Happened”
You made a point of giving him heart eyes as you finally returned his awkward embrace. His muscles untensed a bit when he saw you wouldn’t sabotage him. Something shifted in Monica’s eyes, they became just a bit more somber without her losing the smile. It made her look just a bit insane.
“I see” Her tone turned hostile. “I guess you won’t mind if I share the good news, won’t you?”
“... Yeah, we don’t mind” He scratched the back of his neck while your stomach dropped. You hadn’t thought about this. The smugness returned as she turned around, flipping her hair in the process. You watched her walk away before sending a thundering glare at Dick, who had his lips pressed in a thin line.
“Really?”
“What was I supposed to do?” He quietly bit back.
“You owe me a solid one for this” You said through your teeth. “You better start thinking of something good, golden boy”
“As far as I’m concerned, you have as much interest as me to keep this charade up” He scoffed, grabbing a glass of red wine. “So don’t act like you’re doing this out of selflessness”
“Yeah whatever”
“Ooooohhhh mi gosh guuuuys”
You both flinched at the very high pitched voice coming to your right. You saw a girl in a violet dress almost running toward you with a wide grin on her face. You didn’t remember her name, but you knew she was a nice girl despite her tendency to get in everyone’s business.
“Why didn’t you say you were together?” She squealed as her boyfriend trailed along, an apologetic expression on his face. “This is so amaaaazing!”
“Ah, yes” You replied awkwardly. “We just wanted to keep it private, you know?”
“Yeah I understand totally” She nodded quickly, the point of your words soaring right over her head. “I’ve always known you guys were going to end up together. You’re so meant for each other”
You wanted to cringe. That surely wasn’t the discourse anyone was holding while you were still in high school, and she surely only said that because she thought you were actually together. What do they know, anyway.
“Uh, thanks” Dick smiled politely to hide his discomfort. “I guess it took some time, but we finally figured it out, haha”
“Oh, I forgot” She gasped, turning to her boyfriend. “Mike, this is Dick and (Y/N). They were like, THE rivals back in the days. We basically only talked about them for like, an entire school year. It’s so sad (Y/N) pushed everyone away though”
You looked away as she kept babbling to her boyfriend. You knew she didn’t mean it in a harsh or mocking way, but it still stung. You wanted to tell her it hadn’t been by choice, that people deserted you and forced you into a corner, but you found yourself unable to do so. Beside, you couldn’t just let them know how much it affected you or they would prey on it all the same than in actual high school. You were so busy tuning her out that you missed the concerned glance sent in your direction.
“Hey, it was nice to see you again” Dick shook hands with the couple, snapping you out of your head. You forced a smile and did the same. “I think we’ll go around a bit, but uh, see ya?”
“S-sure”
You gladly took this exit and walked away from the refreshment table with Dick. You could feel his questioning stare shifting on you every few seconds, but you refused to look in his direction. He didn’t have the right to be concerned, and you didn’t owe him any explanations. You lifted your head upright and followed him over to the next group of person. Naturally, by this point, everyone had gotten the word from Monica. People were either friendlier than ever with you, or gave you attitude about it, none of which you enjoyed. You mostly nodded and smiled, barely paying attention to the words that were being exchanged. It was more often than not anecdotes that concerned Dick, or happened after you broke things off with most of your friends.
“It so strange to see you together” Some guy you didn’t quite remember began with a cruel smirk. “I didn’t see you as the type to hang out with losers”
You bit your cheek so hard it almost bled. You were certain that this would be the last nail to your coffin, that you’d receive the humiliation of your life. However, your fake boyfriend had another idea.
“Still I hung out with you” The comeback came so fast it almost gave you a whiplash. Silence settled over the group, their baffled stares directed to a very self satisfied Dick Grayson. “Hey, remember when you hung upside down from the climbing ropes in gym class and threw up all over yourself from up there?”
Your hand involuntarily flew to your mouth to hide the drop of your jaw.
A wave of uncomfortable laughs made its way around the circle, as nobody had enough guts to confront Dick about it. And you had a feeling he knew that; he knew they would still try to suck up to him even ten years later and fully abused this privilege.
For you.
Without waiting any longer, you were gently dragged away from the group. You were still processing what had just happened and didn’t realize you were talked to. You shook your head slightly to get out of your daze and frowned.
“Uh?”
“I asked you if you were okay” He repeated softly.
“Y-yeah” You stuttered. “I guess I’m the one who owe you one now”
“Don’t mention it” He tried a small smile. “Those people need some reality checks sometimes”
“I don’t know why I even came to this stupid reunion” You mumbled, glancing back at where the group had stood earlier. Most of the people had gone away by now, only remaining the guy Dick had all but obliterated and some girl seemingly comforting him. “It was a bad idea”
He didn’t speak right away, he instead did a visual sweep of the room, then at the back door of the gymnasium and at the crown again. “Hey, have you ever gotten on the roof of the academy?”
“... No” Your eyes narrowed. “Why?”
“Come on” He hooked his arm through yours and pulled you with him to the back door. You ended up in a staircase you didn’t know existed and began climbing up. You didn’t know how, but Dick easily bypassed the lock without the key, opening the door to the roof. You stepped out a took a deep breath, glad you could escape the crowd of people you didn’t like downstairs. The sky was clouded and it smelled like rain was coming.
“So” You began as you turned to face him. “How did you out of all people found out about this secret passage? This isn’t very much golden-y of you”
“Oh, if only you knew” He chuckled, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I found the staircase by accident in senior year one time I was trying to hide away from Monica and her gang of demons”
You snorted.
“I don’t know how you did it” He hummed, looking up at the sky.
“Did what?”
“Kept yourself together while I was being, well, a total dick” He precised.
“Ah” You gave him a sad smile. “The first social rule you learn when you’re born rich, is that you rarely ever make real friends. You mostly only keep people around temporarily for your own gain, then they’re gone. It was hard, but I had expected it”
“Still, you handled it way better than I did” His eyes trailed down the roof and stopped on you. “I wasn’t prepared for everything that came with hanging with rich kids”
“It’s an art, isn’t it?” You teased. “Fake friends are hard to manage, especially the kind that comes here. If you’re not careful they’ll eat you alive”
“Yeah, I understood that pretty quickly” He sighed. You nodded slowly, warming up your arms with your hand. The night air was cold, and the wind didn’t make it better.
“If it could make you feel better” You paused, regretting your words as soon as they came but unable to stop them. “I think you’ve been my only true friend in high school, for the time it lasted”
You weren’t looking to astound him, but you surely did. His whole posture changed, and his expression shifted into something you couldn’t put your finger on. You had the time to reconsider your words and ask yourself if you should leave before he gave you any reaction.
“Sorry” You mumbled. “I shouldn’t have said that”
“N-no, wait” He scurried his thoughts. “You really meant that?”
You nodded.
“I truly screwed up didn’t I?” He muttered, flinching.
“No, I did” You sighed. “I should have just swallowed my pride and stopped caring so much about trying to be better than you”
“But I kept pushing you” His head hung low. “I was trying so hard to get attention and validation that lost the one person that might have made high school not so terrible”
“Didn’t you get enough validation from Monica?” You raised an eyebrow playfully. “She seemed so keen on praising your every move”
“Ha” He shook his head, a small smile dancing on the corner of his lips. “I think she was praising the name Wayne more than anything”
“High school was terrible” You said as you glanced up at a bird flying higher over your head. When you looked back down, Dick had his arm outstretched and was handing you his suit jacket. You mumbled a thanks and put it on, welcoming its warmth.
“Cheers to that”
“Oh yeah” You chuckled. “Cheers to people screwing up good things and explaining a decade later”
“(Y/N), I officially apologize for being an asshole” He declared, and you held back a grin. “Will you forgive me?”
“I officially forgive you, Dick Grayson” You replied. “Will you forgive me for being a stuck up bitch?”
“I officially forgive you, (Y/N)” He repeated with a mock solemn expression.
You held eye contact for a second before you burst with laughter. All of this anger and resentment you had carried for years was suddenly just gone. You had no idea it would be that easy to put it all behind you and find back your friend you had missed so much. You had forgotten how easy it was to laugh and kid around with him.
“Come here” He opened his arms for a hug. As you were about to walk into his embrace, raindrops began falling. You paused for a second, just enough for the sky to open up and pour water over you.
You yelped and ran for cover back inside. Dick slammed the door behind you and put back the lock on again, then with a mischievous glint in his eyes, grabbed your wrist and pulled you with him down the stairs.
“Slow down!” You squealed, trying not to fall over in your heals. “Where are we going?”
“Take a wild guess”
He pushed open the door of the first floor, giving out on the hallways you knew too well. Most senior classrooms were around here, and on the walls, the graduating classes hung in big, golden frames.
“The senior hall? Really?” You raised an eyebrow, but he wasn’t fazed.
“Come on, let’s find our year” He ignored your comment as he walked further down the corridor, checking the dates on every frame. You followed him until he finally stopped on the right one. “Aw, look at our baby faces!”
You squinted your eyes at the pictures to find him. “I’m sorry to tell you, you practically look the same”
He gasped in offense. “I believe I lost my baby cheeks since. I mean, look at my jaw”
You looked in between the picture and him a couple of times, pretending not to see it. Obviously, his face had gotten insanely handsome since you had last seen him, and that was just his face. You didn’t broach the topic of the broad shoulders and seemingly toned body. The rain had gotten through his white shirt a bit, and you prefered not to let your gaze linger there for too long,
“Mhhh” You shrugged teasingly. “I guess your hair has improved a bit”
“This is what you latched on? My hair?” He scoffed playfully before he snapped his head in your direction. “Wait, a bit?”
You laughed. “Alright alright, Grayson. I might be a bitch but I’m not a liar, you do score considerably higher overall on the looks now”
“Thank you” He smiled proudly. “You’re not too bad yourself”
“Oh, you don’t need to flatter me” You smirked as you stepped around him to go further down the hallway. “I’m fully secure in my glow up from then to now”
“Alright, no need to get cocky” He snorted, but it wasn't mean like it used to be. It felt like the friendship you were meant to have.
You stopped in front of the glass case displaying various achievement by seniors, the valedictorians of each years and the famous golden book, which contained the signature of every graduate of Gotham Academy since 1957. It laid open, showing the pages of the last class to leave. You felt nostalgic as you read the comments and signatures, suddenly wishing you were one of the kids who got to give and receive nice comments and share inside jokes only a select group of people would understand. Instead, you knew your name was forever scribbled in a corner ten pages back, perhaps overlapped by some bigger, flashier signature from the more popular crowd.
“Forever the... Salt water chugging gang?” Dick read from an entry, furrowing his brows together. “I wonder what events lead to that name”
“Yikes” You grimaced. “Were we that stupid?”
“More, I think” He grinned. “Let’s find out”
Before you could ask what he meant, he got to work to disable the student proof lock and opened the glass. He did it so easily, so flawlessly, you had trouble thinking of how he learned to do all that.
“How do you know so much about picking locks?” You asked as he carefully flipped back the pages to your year. First the door to the roof, now that?
“Stick around and maybe I’ll tell you” He winked, then returned his eyes on the book. They widened. “Oh what the hell”
“What?” You peeked from around him.
“Monica really… Really left me her-her” He choked with laughter, tears brimming his eyes. “Her my--myspace handle-”
You joined him in a quiet laughter, then it grew louder as his became hysteric. He barely finished his sentence, he couldn’t even say it, and you understood why. It was positively hilarious. She really did leave her myspace handle for Dick, under his name with a little heart and her signature.
Dick sighed, his hand on his chest as he tried to catch his breath back. He then wiped his tears and shook his head. “That was good”
“One for the books, for sure” You agreed. “If she could see that, the embarrassment”
“Come on, let’s add something for old time’s sake” He said as he pulled out a pen from his pockets. Before you could stop him, he leaned forward and began writing in a tiny free space. He then backed up, letting you read his little addition.
‘Let’s pretend I wrote that when we were seniors. To our lost and found friendship, sincerely, your favourite asshole’
Your smile widened at the message, a warm feeling sneaking up in your chest. You snatched the pen from his hand and scribbled another message in another blank space, the blue ink contrasting with the black of the markers on the page.
‘Because it took us a decade to find out we have more in common than different after all. To you with love, your stuck up bitch’
It was your turn to step back, satisfied, and let him read your message. He chuckled as you handed him back the pen, and quietly flipped back the pages to the last class.
“Thanks” You spoke up.
“For what?”
“For giving me the chance to write something nice that I meant in there” You explained, pushing back a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Despite what I might say, it’s nice to leave a mark somewhere”
“In that case, you’re very welcome” He smiled warmly. You felt your heart skip a beat when you noticed how close from you he had gotten. From close on, you could see the different pigments in the blue of his eyes, or just how sharp his facial features actually were. It was definitive, Dick Grayson was a really handsome man.
You kind of understood now why Monica was so obsessed with him.
Suddenly, Dick perked up, his eyes set on the corner of the corridor. Quicker than you could register, he shut the glass display close and spun you against him, backing himself up into the wall. You were confused and flustered with your hands flat on his chest, but you realized soon enough the purpose of his actions. Seconds after, your old math teacher rounded up the corner. She paused at the sight of you, a frown on her face, until she recognized Dick. Her whole expression then changed.
“Mr. Grayson” She smiled politely, ignoring the position you were in. So, he had staged it up to seem like you were doing something else than vandalizing the golden book. “I believe the party is in the gymnasium”
“Sorry Ms Hess” He apologized sheepishly. “We wanted to take a little trip down memory lane”
She gave you a knowing look, but didn’t argue much. She only kept going her way like she didn't even see you. You were baffled for a second at exactly what extent people went to suck up to the Wayne name, then you remembered the position you were in. The heat crept back up in your neck, and it only became worse when Dick seemed to have no intention to move. You were too aware of his arms circling your waist and his casual leaning on the wall.
“Nice save” You breathed, your eyes going back to his. Bad idea. He had this innocent look that actually was anything but, and it made you nervous. He was the one against the wall, but it still felt like you were the one trapped. “I still have no idea how you managed that too”
“Let’s add it to the list of mysteries, shall we?”
You could have sworn his voice got deeper there. He slowly tilted his head to the side, his gaze flickering under hooded eyelids in between your eyes and your lips. He was nearly irresistible like that, practically inviting you to steal a taste, so you decided just not to resist. Tentatively, you leaned closer and slowly pressed your lips to his. They were soft and warm as they began gently moving against yours, making you feel all weird inside. On one hand, this was the man you disliked with worked passion no earlier than two hours before. But on the other hand, it felt so right.
You felt like a teenager all over again, but living the right experiences this time around.
He pulled away, ending the kiss but still staying close. You blinked hazily, trying to chase the daze away. You could feel his hot breath on your lips, and while you were sure your thoughts should be spinning a hundred miles per hour, your head was surprisingly clear and calm. All nervousness was gone and dissipated in thin air.
“I…” You trailed off, trying to find your tongue. “I don’t know what to say”
“Hmmm, how about...” He hummed as if he was thinking it through. “Wow Grayson, you’re so amazing and I can’t believe we did not make out sooner”
You rolled your eyes at the high pitched voice he used, then lightly slapped him on the chest. “Way to ruin the moment”
“That’s the good thing about moments though” He said, sliding a hand up your back and on your neck. “We can make more of ‘em”
He pulled you in for another kiss, which did not last as long, but definitely felt as good as the first. Perhaps that girl in the violet dress was onto something after all.
“Smooth, Grayson” A small smile stretched on your lips when you separated. “Very smooth”
“Smooth’s my middle name”
“Uh huh” You chuckled, your eyebrows raised. “Sure”
He shook his head, a playful grin on his lips. His hand trailed from your neck down your arm and his fingers laced with yours. You glanced down at your joint hands, then up to his face. His smile was still there, but it was somewhat more toned down, more fond than its previous playful.
“Are we doing this?” He asked in a whisper. “Or should we stop before I start thinking about it too much?”
You took a deep breath at his question, not expecting it just yet. Dick was someone passionate and emotional, so it shouldn’t surprise you he was already thinking of a potential romantic relation. Everything was moving so fast, but you didn’t want to lie to yourself and say you didn’t feel anything there. Something definitely happened in between the moment he awkwardly threw his arm around you to dodge Monica and the moment he spun you against his chest. And well, one thing you clearly learned tonight was that spontaneous and not thought through decisions could pay off in a way you couldn’t even imagine.
“I’m willing to try if you are” You finally spoke up. “I guess we’ve got nothing to lose in giving this a shot”
Relief swept across his eyes and his famous million dollars smile returned. He gave your fingers a little squeeze, seeming as happy as a child on christmas morning.
“This is gonna be great” He muttered excitedly. “I won’t let you down again, I swear”
“You better not” You teased.
“Ohhhhhh mi goooosh!”
Both of your attention snapped at the shrilling voice interrupting you. There was the same girl from earlier, with a crowd around her that obviously contained a very pissed off Monica. You and Dick shared yet another look of incomprehension and slight panic at what she would say this time. And well, it was well justified because nothing could prepare you for her next words.
It's time for the both of you to find out (and fuck around)
second person/fuck or die/consent given/sex pollen/ she/her reader / reader has a vagina
Chapter 1
He’s avoiding you.
You knew Dick was okay, Jason had told you as much when you’d messaged him asking if Dick was okay after the other week.
But that glow of relief and comfort after sex? It didn’t last long.
Dick had drifted off to sleep, nose still pressed against your hair as his breaths turned even and his skin cooled. The combination of good sex and the comfort of strong arms holding you in place had sent you to sleep as well, because it just felt so good and right to be in his arms in the midday sunlight that spilled through your apartment windows painting the both of you in warm yellows.
But when you woke up he was gone, the room a dim blue and cold, despite the blanket he’d pulled over you, presumably before leaving.
It’s kind of heartbreaking if you think about it too much; you hadn’t thought Dick would be like that but you knew well he had… Emotional Issues, sometimes. So, you let him be to figure it out, even if it doesn’t feel good for you. Even if when you think on it, it feels like someone’s put their hand into your chest and is squeezing at your lungs and heart: It’s whatever.
You tell yourself you won’t dwell on it while you’re looking at the text you’d sent him that he hadn’t opened for days now, asking if he wants to talk.
He obviously didn’t.
You grab your bag and push your phone into it, resolving not to look at it for the next half hour, deciding to take a walk for your health.
Sunset hovers for a long time over Gotham at this time of year, twilight sitting on the edge of safe and dangerous just enough to still be comfortable to walk through.
Maybe night time is mad enough these days that the craziness has spilled over into daylight hours.
It’s a rumble first, it makes you stop in your steps and when thick green vines shoot through the walls around you with the force and speed of moving cars you thank your lucky stars you stopped. The world turns green, hell it smells green, and it doesn’t take a genius to know Poison Ivy is about.
There’s no way for you to get around the landscaping that’s turned your space into a little green bubble. The plants writhe around you, only small gaps showing the skies above. You give it a few minutes, listening to chaos and shouts outside before you decide to touch the vines, try to move them.
They do, and you make enough space to squeeze up and out into fresh air, except the vines underneath your palms stiffen, squeeze, and you’re trapped by the ankle, unable to pull your foot out of the tangle.
Looking around you sigh. There’s no one to be seen, even poison Ivy has moved further on down the street, where you catch sight of a black cape swooping down towards her as she commands the vines once more. The one that has captured your ankle squeezes and you hiss, pulling at your foot again hoping it doesn’t tighten any more.
The scent of green is taken over by something sweet as your nails drag through the vines and you pull and twist, before looking around frantically.
In front of you it twists as it grows, a flower bud that gives a little pop when it opens into a beautiful and massive red lily. The sweetness is thick on the air like syrup and you cough and breathe deep on reflex and cough again. The vines relax, or maybe you do, but your foot slips out completely and you tumble down the car sized vine, landing clumsily on the floor but on your feet all the same.
It’s when you get home it catches up with you.
Your throat feels dry and your skin too hot, clothes claustrophobic as you grab a bottle of water and nearly drain it greedily. Water running over the sides of your mouth and down your neck and chest makes you shudder, it feels intimate, like a lover trailing kisses along your skin.
Your mind takes you to Dick, the way his body was above you and you hum, before remembering you didn’t want to think about him.
There’s the sound of your phone ringing and you pull it out: It says it’s Dick and you consider for a moment before leaving it face down on the counter so you don’t have to see his name or his smiling face.
You don’t want to deal with him right now, you feel… Wrong? Good? It’s a weird amalgamation of the two. There are parts of your body that burn pleasantly, your fingertips tingle and the air around you feels good on your arms and legs. Your centre starts to hurt, like a cramp, it has you folding over while you groan.
Your phone rings again, you didn’t realise it had stopped.
It’s disrupting your focus on not folding up on the kitchen floor where you stand so you jab the lock button to hang up, and stumble into your bedroom.
The sheets are cool but not cool enough, they heat so quickly and rub against your body until it feels like a cheese grater against your skin. You pant and there’s a pounding on your door, making you open your eyes you hadn’t realised were closed and stopping the hand that’s rubbing pleasantly along your sternum, tracing the ghost of a kiss pressed there.
You hear Dick calling your name through the door and it pulls you out of your reverie, hand somehow already having slipped unbidden under the waistband of your jeans. Shuddering there’s the sensation of pain that no longer licks along the edge of pleasure and you sit up, walking towards the door when another wave of pain has you sliding down a nearby wall, pressing your palms to the cold tile and finding it pleasant enough to lay down and press your flushed cheek against.
Dick finds you like that after picking the lock on your door; panting and breathing too fast, skin too hot as you tremble on the kitchen floor, eyes half lidded and near delirious, and he curses himself for not spotting you trapped by the vines earlier.
Again, he calls your name, and you flinch as you open eyes that are darker and more heated than he wants to see, it looks like you’ve been got bad. He reaches out to you hesitantly and you pull back, pushing yourself up with great effort. He looks hurt by this, and you feel a sense of satisfaction at that.
“What d’you want?” you breathe out, feeling far too hot and uncomfortable in your own skin. That lick of pleasure from earlier has faded, leaving only pain that fuels your hurt; you turn that painful heat into a tool for focus. Dick watches you, body taut as if ready to move in a moment but he gives you space as he kneels a foot away, like you’re a wounded animal ready to lash out… You feel like one.
“You’ve- You were exposed to Poison Ivy’s plant.” He can see the pain across your features, the way your arms shake and you curl in on yourself. There’s a pain in his own voice and he knows he’s fucked up, he fucked up so, so bad and now you’re paying the price. “You need… You need help.”
Help. You think of what that would entail and feel the wetness between your legs saturate your underwear as you groan and curl in more on yourself. “You ghosted me,” the pain you’re feeling is pushed into the words and through grit teeth as you try not to focus on how nice it would feel to have Dick tease through that same wetness with his clever fingers. He hurt you, just as this is hurting you now, a matching pain that you’re only acknowledging at possibly the worst time to do so.
“Please,” Dick can see the danger turning into something more lethal, can see the way your body is overheating, heart beat climbing far too fast to be safe for very long, “We can talk after, I’ve been an idiot, but you need help now.”
He can see you fighting it, it’s impressive and scares him all at once, but you choke out a moan that ends in a pained cry that you cover with a shaking hand, squeezing your eyes shut. It hurts so bad: like the worst cramping you’ve ever had mixed with the worst flu, your whole body aches and feels like it doesn’t fit any more.
“I’m sorry,” he blurts out, sincere and pained like it’s been pulled from him, “you- I didn’t want to lose you but I want more. I’ve wanted more for a while and it scared me. I didn’t know how to tell you after, didn’t even understand it until after.”
All you can do is shake your head in disbelief as tears gather in your eyes, blurring the sight of him to a wash of colours, or it could be the light-headedness you’re feeling.
“It’s true. I promise.” He moves closer, reaching out tentatively to cup your cheek, fingers skimming the sensitive skin of your throat, as you breathe a sigh of relief that’s half a sob, leaning into his touch with heated skin, “Please let me help you.” He enters your space, his breath across your skin like a caress that causes a shiver of delight and you can feel your body respond, you can’t help but respond.
You don’t see surprise in his eyes when you push forward, fingers slipping through his hair as you kiss him in a way that steals his breath away from his lungs, and he gladly lets you have it if you need it.
You see relief.
You see the tenderness you’ve seen countless times when you’ve caught him watching you on late nights spent watching TV shows that slowly deteriorate through the episodes but still you continue watching because you’re not really watching TV, you’re just enjoying each other’s company.
You see the truth that he wants you, he has wanted you, and he keeps wanting you.
The way his hands barely graze your arms as you lean into him before, with a sucking in of breath and the flutter of his eyes closing, he pulls you against him like you weren’t close enough in the first place, tells you he wants you.
There’s nothing going through your mind after that except the realisation that every nerve in your body is firing where you connect with Dick. His lips taste like electricity and you can feel it soothing everything inside of you that yearns for this, every burning part of you finally quieting down in the wake of his touch.
You gain sanity and you speak between kisses that trail along Dick’s jawline, hear his breath hitch as you suck and nip the sensitive skin. “Don’t leave,” your hand presses against his chest, against his thudding heart, “not after this.”
There’s a desperation in your voice that rivals the one he knows must be consuming you and his arms tighten around you, “Not that stupid, to make the same mistake twice.” There’s resolution in his voice and he stands, pulling you up with him.
“Are you-“ you gasp when he picks you up easily, wrapping your legs around his waist and you can feel the length of him pressing against you through your clothes. “-sure about that?” You finish weakly, more moan than words.
“With this: Absolutely.” His hands feel like fire on your thighs, holding you up and burning all at once; close but not close enough to where you crave touch, any touch at all.
It’s not enough and he knows it.
He takes you through your apartment to your bedroom where he lowers you both onto your bedsheets. The weight of his body covering yours is soothing while the press of him where you need him is maddening. You pull at your clothes impatiently, pulling them away until your top half is bare and you tug at his clothes. He sees the flush of your skin and feels the heat of you against him, knows this can’t be the soft and sweet moment he’d like to give you.
There’ll be time for that later.
You watch as Dick pulls back, reaching for him with a pathetic little sound that doesn’t register in your mind as being one you made, and he places a placating hand on your stomach, soothing and promising, as he pulls your pants and underwear down your legs. His knuckles brushing against your thigh and the drag of your clothes has you writhing, the air on your finally-exposed skin feels like a sheet of ice, your nipples perk near painfully as you arch into Dick’s touch.
“Shhh,” he soothes, “I’m going to look after you,” he slips his clothes off and you barely have enough sense in you to wait until he’s bare before you sit up, hands settling on his chest and shoulder as you bend upward towards him, lips parted and heated eyes catching his before your mouth is just above his collarbone.
You can feel his hard and heavy cock resting against your thigh, and wriggle underneath him, impatient for the feel of him splitting you open and pushing deep, “I need it, please,” you murmur almost responding to your own thoughts, he knows what you mean and slides his hand between your bodies, feeling the heat emanating from you as his hand cups your sex, fingers slipping between your puffy soft lips, slick and welcoming. He can’t help but groan at the feeling, especially as he feels you growing wetter and wetter as you writhe, almost lost to the pollen madness because he’s so close to giving you what you need, what you want. “Please,” you whimper, eyes tearing, unseeing through the haze of heat and desire.
“Just a little longer, I promise,” he soothes as he slips one finger inside of you easily, so he adds a second to help the stretch not be so painful, thinking of how you’ll feel come tomorrow. He kisses you, just as hungry for more as you are, but he’s patient, and he knows what you need right now.
His fingers curl and caress inside of you and you gasp into his mouth, eyes locking on his in shock as he does something indescribable with his fingers that has your toes curling and your cunt gushing over his hand as your hips undulate as much as they can below him. When you come back to your body you swallow, mouth dry from the silent scream that had taken your breath away, “again,” you pant, “do that again.”
Dick can barely think, not after watching you fall apart below him as you did; eyes blown and lips reddening as they parted in such a pretty O. When your body relaxes once more he only feels satisfaction and absolute need for you when he hears the wet squelch of his fingers inside of you. When you ask him to do it again he can only comply, and take all of you in as he pushes you to soaking his hand once more, your walls flexing soft then hard around his skilful fingers. Your head falls back, the column of your neck exposed and he presses a kiss to it as you gasp out a sob.
He pulls his fingers out and soothes them over your hole, over your clit and lips, hand wet and slipping deliciously through the folds. Dick tries not to imagine the feel of your thighs around his head as you writhe underneath him and his clever tongue as he tastes you to his satisfaction. His wet hand settles on your inner thigh, gently prying your shaking legs to open for him, and you watch him panting.
His cock, much longer and thicker than his fingers, slides in with the help of your juices, and Dick bottoms out easily, snugly, the wet sound him slipping through your folds has you tightening around his length.
You feel like a live wire, humming with energy, only waiting for the circuit to be closed before you light up. And you do light up.
The tip of his cock presses against your cervix, and you swallow a keen as he angles his hips on the drag out to pull across the most sensitive nerves inside of you.
You babble as he starts to piston his hips, the push through you feeling endless, you wonder how you can feel so spent but still need more, still want it: You feel starved for it. Dick looks down at you, your lips moving, trying to find words that you can’t grasp right now, and he sooths a hand across your cheek, giving you sensation to ground yourself in, and you turn your head to take his thumb into your mouth; you shine with sweat and your eyes are lidded and smouldering as you watch him, his thumb in your mouth as your tongue swirls a sinful promise around it. It’s all he can do to grit his teeth and not come right there.
His thrusts become deeper, lingering with each push as you gush around him with each meeting of your hips and you gasp around his thumb, and he pulls it out of your mouth, smearing spit on your lower lip in a filthy caress, “’m gonna- Dick, I’m…”
“Let go, baby, come,” his body angles over you, hair falling over his eyes as he watches you choke out a stilted breath, “that’s it,” he swallows thickly as your hips quake and your cunt tightens around his cock. When your back arches and you cry out he lets himself go, you can vaguely feel the heat of his cum spilling out of you as he continues thrusting through both of your orgasms.
Your body trembles in the aftershocks, but you feel cooler, less tightly wound, like your heart is finally beating in your chest as it should.
Above you, Dick huffs out a breath against your chest, pressing a kiss against the sweat flushed skin.
His body is warm underneath your hands that rest on his waist as you sag into your bed, spent in all the right ways you feel sticky and fulfilled. For a moment you worry that he is moving to leave, to get dressed and walk away while you’re floating away like he did last time but instead he shifts to lay beside you and pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead: Somehow it’s just as intimate as the culmination of all you’ve just done together.
“You wont leave?” you ask, tired but holding on as your eyes threaten to start drooping.
Dick presses his lips to your forehead again as he pulls you close, nose brushing against your hair, “No, I promise,” he murmurs, “if you’re happy for me to stay…”
“Stay,” you breathe, fingers lazily tracing the column of his neck down to his collarbones. He hums, pulling you tighter to him, tucking you close. You fall into sleep, knowing when you wake up he’ll be there this time, and you’ll talk and it will be emotional and deep, and you’ll have sex again and something wonderful will blossom, but for now you sleep.
Oooh what about Eldritch horror!Dick? Sfw please? Thanks so much!
Here's some sweet Eldritch horror! Dick for you, I hope you enjoy!
Stargazer
eldritch horror!Dick x gn reader / sfw
You don’t know what Dick is, though you’re pretty sure Dick doesn’t know either; he walked the earth before things were defined, they just were, so he just is.
Every shadow is a door to him, and your home stays dimly lit so he can slip in when he wants to, dark tendrils clinging to him like they’re loathe for him to leave them. Some would say his eyes are black and endless, that moment after he exits the dark, but you know better: You’ve seen them up close.
You’d stood on a hill once, out in the dark of the middle of nowhere midway through a road trip, head turned up towards a sky that opened slowly for your eyes and revealed star after star as your eyes let their light in. Dick’s eyes are like that, while at the same time infinitely more beautiful.
It was sweet, when you’d told Dick this and he’d actually blushed.
“This is why I love you,” he hummed, nose nuzzling into your hair as he hugged you close, the cold of the night and the dark leaving his clothes as the warmth of your body and home welcome him in, “most humans fear that endless dark, but you look long enough to find the light.”
