Requested by Alpha of the bloodmoon pack on Quotev
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It turns out, Winter has a thing for NightWings.
This was quickly discovered not too later than your arrival to his town. A sturdy, dark (f/c) NightWing who, like him, has a soft spot for scavengers and wanted to help other dragons. Being caught off guard by your devilish smile in greeting, Winter found his legs felt like slush by it as he strode to meet you.
‘PULL IT TOGETHER’, his mind screamed as the IceWing forced his composure. Daffodil, who hitched a ride on his spiny mane, awed at the night dragon, squeaking excitedly and eager to use her Dragon.
“You must be, (Y/n), let me welcome you to Sanctuary,” Winter welcomed.
“The pleasure is mine, to be accepted by such a fascinating town,” (Y/n) says, looking around. “They told me you would show me around, Winter.”
Daffodil had slid down Winter’s shoulder and down his front leg, scurrying to also greet the new dragon.
“I’m Human-Daffodil!” she (roughly) declares. “I will eat you.”
(Y/n) snorts a sooty cloud in amusement.
“That’s new! Talking scavengers,” he observed, holding out his talon for her to investigate. The dark-haired human surveyed the limb before deciding to take his claw and gave it a small shake.
Another rumbling chuckle came from the NightWing. Winter almost cringed in embarrassment but stayed cool. She’s only learning, he has to remind himself.
“Why don’t we take a look around before we get you settled?” Winter suggest, pointy tail twitching.
(Y/n) stood beside him, almost an inch taller, enthusiastically. “That would be great,” he tells him.
The Icewing offers him a small smile back, aiding Daffodil onto his shoulder before starting his tour of Sanctuary. They observed the different variety of tribe homes, ranging from the mud huts to the amphibious dwellings in the lake. They traveled up along the river as the dragons and human discuss the recent Pyrrhia news before coming upon some young dragonets playing in a fort next to the cold stream.
It was at the foot of a great pine tree at its shore, constructed of needled branches and logs, a couple branches of the pine tree were low enough for the elder dragonets to perch on.
“Hi Winter!” one of them greets, getting the others attention, joining in a cacophony of eager greetings.
“Woah! A NightWing?!” they awed, gaping at (Y/n).
“Is he staying here?!” another squealed.
The IceWing went to answer but (Y/n) beat him, “Yes I am,” showing off his star-speckled wings. The dragonets cheer at the spectacular display and Winter gazed in his own amazement, following the tiny constellations in his wings. He caught (Y/n) staring back at him, a blue flush making his ears azure as he looked away with a grumpy frown.
“Well that’s good to hear,” he grumbled. Daffodil snickers at his feet, so he accidentally knocked her over with his talon.
They said goodbye to the dragonets and went back towards the homes, a pine scented breeze at their backs. A shiver went up (Y/n)’s spine, evident by the way his spines bristled at the lick of another breeze.
“A bit colder than you expected?” Winter asked him, glancing away from him. Daffodil had decided to be carried by (Y/n), but paid the price by being bucked by his scales as they twitched, squeaking irritably but decided to (stubbornly) ride them out. The IceWing snorts at this.
(Y/n) chortled with a breathe of flame. “Compared to the two previous places I’ve lived, yes!”
Winter smiled at this but realized how many times the NightWing had to move homes: first the NightWing’s ancient kingdom, and then the volcanic island after, the lush Rainforest Kingdom and now the chilly mountainous Sanctuary. How many times until you’re home? It made Winter feel homesick for the Ice Kingdom but quickly remembered that Sanctuary was just as much his home.
“I assume you will also show me where I live now, right?” (Y/n) question snapped him from his thoughts.
“Of course!” Winter says with another jolt of embarrassment.
They returned to the swatch of homes and to a newly constructed log building at the end of them, closet to the pine forest. Winter swung the door open and (Y/n) steps inside with another flick of flame to light up the darkening room.
“Dark!” Daffodil proclaims, her small voice louder in the vast space. (Y/n) deftly found the candle on the nearby table and lit it for their squinting eyes. Several other Talons of Peace had constructed the home, as Winter wasn’t really involved with the construction, so he got to nose around (Y/n) quarters for the first time too.
It was very empty; only having the aforementioned table, simple and round and large enough for two or three adult dragons, and a cozy bed of moss and furs lay in a corner of the home with two pine-scented pillows, and a stone fireplace set into the back wall, being made up of varying shaped and colored river rocks, no doubt taken from the nearby stream. A welcome basket was revealed also on the table with different foods and other small supplies, even a couple of scrolls.
“This is very quaint,” the NightWing comments to the room. “I will decorate this place with the finest of NightWing decor.”
Winter quirked a brow, wondering if he’d stolen anything from the lost NightWing kingdom, which is territory still up for debate. Though, it was argued to be a sacred historical site and must remain undisturbed but several NightWings want to go back to their original home and thus Queen Glory is figuring out if she should establish a small far away village.
“Are you telling me you’re a secret carpenter?” Winter asked pointedly.
“No, I’m a metal worker actually. I used to make weapons during the war and for the invasion,” (Y/n) explained, rolling his shoulders, making the human still on his back to stumble and squeak some more. “I’m sure most of it got melted into a spiky, metal puddle when the volcano exploded anyway. But I hope to lend my blacksmithing talon in construction or art or something.”
“At least none of them were actually used against anyone,” Winter assured.
“Maybe,” the NightWing replies ruefully. He looked guilty, making Winter continue to wonder if (Y/n) hesitance is because of the RainWing kidnappings, maybe his weapons were used to threaten the placid dragons.
The ice dragon offers him a comforting talon on his shoulder, being a light touch as his serrated claws slightly scraped against the scales. They give each other small, assuring smiles to one another.
Daffodil decided to add her own tiny hand to the pile, wanting to be involved, and made the dragons burst into laughter.
“I live a couple houses down if you need anything,” Winter tells him once he’s caught his icy breath. “Just let us know when you’re settled and we’ll give you your first assignment.”
(Y/n) nods. “Thank you, Winter. I’ll be sure to see you tomorrow.”
“Good night, night (Y/n),” Daffodil bids him, being settled back onto the floor to return to Winter. He rolled his eyes as he picked her up. They really need to work on her Dragon, maybe have (Y/n) threaten to eat her if she doesn’t study with Axolotl.
Winter dips his head at the NightWing. “Night,” he says as they exit the log house to leave him to sleep, his chest fluttering slightly at the prospect of seeing him the next day.
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.
Summary: Dick Grayson goes to an old friend for help. He could have asked a million other girls but... she was always his first choice
Pairing: Dick Grayson x OC
Notes: I have been creatively blocked for a while and then this just happened. Thanks to @speedypan for pushing me to write it. I honestly feel better now.
Jen is my OC and you can find most of her stuff here.
The bar was in full swing, music loud and the dance floor full, everyone pulsing to the beat as they swung around. It was contrary night so beer was cheap and everyone was very drunk. Dick couldn’t help but smile a little as he looked around the packed bar. Shane had put a lot of work into this place since the last time an underaged Jennifer had dragged him in here.
“Shane, the bartender, is my friend”
“Jen, honestly I have so much work to do.”
She waved away his protests as they walked into the dive bar, “you just quite the team, I’m sure whatever angst you have to do can wait one night.” she giggled excitedly as she waved at the young bartender who flashed her a smile before going back to the cute blonde at the bar. Dick slightly wondered if the bartender was more than just a friend. “ beside its country night and I need a partner.”
It was like she always knew when he got too into his head. Got caught up in the endless war he was fighting. It was moments like this when she would pull him away to some loud music and they would dance away the night. Dance as if they were just any twenty-somethings.
Just soaking up the night and living in the moment.
Maybe that’s why he always came back to her when he needed help. When it all felt like too much she was always the first name on his lips.
It may have also been the reason he could pick her out of any crowd. As if drawn to her no matter what. As if her presence glowed on the dark stormy horizon, drawing him home to safety.
She was in a cute white sundress swinging around the floor in the arms of a much older man. Dick had heard about him, Gary or Larry? He said something to her and Jennifer threw her head back laughing before swinging away from her and then coming back her skirt flaring out with her movements. Dick couldn’t help but notice a few other guys watching from their seats.
But that was Jen when she was happy she seemed to draw people to her. She glowed with a joy and everyone else just seemed to crave.
The music continued and her partner spun her around. Dick gently stepping between her and her next partner in line. He heard -and chose to ignore- a slightly annoyed grunt from the man to his right. He’d get over it.
“May I have this dance Ma’am?”
Her hands gripped his and her turquoise eyes shone up at him. Dick tried to ignore the flutter his heart made as she let out a light breathy laugh. Even now, all these years later, the idea that he could make her laugh gave him so much pride.
“I knew you couldn’t resist Country night.”
“Not when I know there is going to be a beautiful woman there in a white dress.”
Another laugh and they were off. Dancing around the room to the song. Totally in sync. God, he had missed this. Her body moving with his as he lead her around the room. With her dancer’s background and his circus one, they couldn’t help but show off a little. Trying to test the other while just having fun letting everyone else admire their natural talents.
As the tune changed it was Jennifer who led him off the dance floor. That was another thing about her that still seemed to take Dick by surprise. How he couldn’t hide anything from her. He knew as she waved over Shane and ordered two beers that she was about to question his sudden appearance in the small Gotham Bar. Her bright eyes watching him as they took a seat by an open window out looking at the street. She took a long sip of her drink then placed it down hands folding over the table top.
“So?”
“I need your help.”
“Does this have something to do with Gigi missing?”
“Yeah, sort of.”
Gigi and her meta friend Theo had jumped at the mission to go undercover in a meta trafficking ring. Both teens had been sending him messages about a hotel in Dubai where one of the owners Sadeq have some sort of information that Dick needed.
Thanks to Barbara and a very interesting online tinder account, Sadeq had a type. Pretty brunettes with light eyes. And while Dick also fit that description he had a feeling Jennifer would be able to get the sort of information he was looking for.
Sure, there were other girls he could have asked. Several who were already much deeper in the hero life than the retired Falcon but like he had admitted as he walked into this bar drawn to her very presence...
Jennifer would always be his first.
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“We are right here. So the moment you feel like something is going down just say the code word.”
“Yeah yeah, this isn’t my first undercover mission Nightwing.” Jennifer’s voice said over the coms. Her sister’s voice let out a laugh.
“We just worry civilian.”
“Whatever, I literally get information from people for a living.” Dick’s gaze drifted from his table to the door as he caught sight of Jennifer walking in. she looked amazing. A beautiful gold dress clinging to her just right, showing off every curve. Perfectly classy, yet just the right touch of sexy that said rich girl on vacation looking for some fun. “And fuck for free”
At her last comment, her eyes flickered to Dick for just a moment as she made her way across the room. Dick knew he was gaping at her. Why did she do these things to him?
He always told himself it was over, they were just friends (who occasionally flirted just a little more than they should) but then she would go and dress like that. She would look at him with those beautiful eyes and he felt like he was a 13-year-old boy again.
“Gross sis” Guardian Angel’s voice said over the com pulling Dick from a path he really didn’t want to go down. He needed to focus. Maybe that’s why he had agreed so quickly to take Jennifer’s younger sister on the mission. Sure he had told Barb and even himself that it was because she looked so much like a lost puppy after being sidelined after her accident. But deep down he knew it was because knowing there was someone else watching he couldn’t make a mistake he would regret.
Jennifer took her time going to the bar where the Sadeq was standing. Her gaze roaming around the room smiling at lots of patrons who were swept up in her presence. To the casual observer, she just looked like another vacationer who was enjoying a week away.
Then flipping back a strand of her hair as if she had made her decision she strode up to the bar. Looking over the contents lining the walls.
“What can I get you beautiful?” the bartender asked. Jennifer giggled leaning forward kicking one foot up behind her. Dick had seen this move a million times. Something she always did when she and Shane were scheming the night away.
“Oh man, I don’t even know. What do you suggest?”
The bartender laughed, “Really depends on what you are feeling?”
“Well I just got in from New York and I’m ready for a FUN night.” she winked at him before turning to Sadeq, “What are you having?” Sadeq turned to her. He had been checking her out since she had walked in but now he let himself get a full view of the girl next to him.
“Whiskey.”
Her bubbly personality melted away, “any particular bottle or just Whiskey.” Sadeq looked slightly taken aback by the shift from a party girl to someone who actually may know the difference between a Balvenie and a Knob Creek.
“It’s actually a Glenfiddich ‘68, from my own private stash.”
“You’re own private stash? Isn’t this a hotel?”
“Yes, it is, one that I own.”
Jennifer bit her lip in fake embarrassment as she fluttered her eyes, “whoops my bad,”
“It’s quite alright, are you a Whiskey drinker?”
“A little? I have a friend back in New York who is a mixologist, he’s kind of my guide to the wonders of liquor.” she let out a soft sigh of disappointment letting her eyes wandering around the room as if looking for him, “But he’s not here tonight”
“Well, I wouldn’t mind taking over… for tonight.”
Jennifer smiled up at him through long lashes, he walked right into that one. Dick knew that look all too well, Sadeq was hooked.
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It didn’t take her long to get him alone in his office. And he really wasn’t a bad kisser. Plus to be fair Jen did have this thing for making out on desks. Something she may have said in passing to Sadeq over their third glass of Whiskey. Just because this was a mission didn’t mean she couldn’t have some fun.
“Can you get him into the bedroom?” she heard her sister’s voice over her ear, “there is one in the door to your right.”
Jennifer scooted back knocking over a glass that on the table. It fell to the ground shattering. “Whoops” Jennifer giggled looking up at her makeout buddy who just shrugged a smug smile on his face.
“It’s fine.”
“Maybe we should go somewhere more...comfortable?” Jennifer asked running her hands up his tie gently tugging at it. Sadeq smiled pulling her off the desk dragging her toward the door Faith had mentioned.
“I have just the place,” he said opening the door which led into a large bedroom.
“Ohhh kinky, a hidden bedroom,” Jennifer said let out another laugh as she jumped onto the bed. Sadeq pounced on top of her, hands all over her. Jennifer’s hands traveled downward. One toward his belt and the other to her waist as if making to pull off her panties. Grabbing the small needle she had taped to her hip.
Pulling him closer she grinded her hips into his as she quickly pricking him with the needle.
He pulled away at the sharp feeling. “Ow”
“Oh sorry,” Jennifer said pulling away putting her hands at her side scooting the needle under her. “This dress is sharp.”
He smiled leaning forward his hand running over the gold sequence, fingers playing with her breast, eyes already starting to glaze over, “In more ways than one… Maybe we should...”
His voice trailed away as he slowly passed out on top of her.
“Uhhh… Starfish?” Jennifer whispered into the dark as she slowly tried to move the dead weight now laying over her. She could hear Dick’s voice laughing over the coms and then coming closer too as he made his way into the bedroom. It was a weird sound really. Like he was surrounding her.
“Your backup has arrived.”
After pushing Sadeq off Jen and arranging him so it looked like he had gotten the fun night he had planned Dick held his hand out for Jennifer to help her off the bed. It was stupid, she knew that even as her heart rate picked up but, the way he looked in his Nightwing costume. That large smile on his face, his hand outstretched. It made her feel like a kid again. Running away with him through Gotham. His hand out leading her on yet an unbelievable adventure.
In many ways, he was still doing that.
As she took his hand she gave him an extra squeeze “that was fun.” she smiled up at him as he helped her descend the bed and handing her her shoes. Ever the gentleman.
As Jen walked back into the office she saw Faith going over the computer following Oracle’s instructions. She felt Dick’s hand gently placed on the small of her back. “We’ll meet you upstairs,” he whispered sending shivers down her back. Cool it, girl, it’s just Dick.
Although that was the problem wasn’t it. It was never “just” Dick.
Nodding she quickly ran her fingers through her hair trying to smooth it just enough to look like she had tried to fix it after getting fucked but failed miserably. Flashing Dick a smile she sent her sister one more glance.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her,” Dick said catching Jennifer. She knew she had that look on her face. That one that meant she was worried about her sister. But it wasn’t just Faith she worried about. It was him too.
She grabbed his hand for a moment squeezing it again. As if trying to tell him she cared about him too. She wanted him to be safe as well. Then turning she quickly walked out praying they would keep their promise and be up in their hotel rooms that night.
This was the part she hated. The part where she had to walk away and trust them. The two people who mattered most to her. That they would come back to her. That they would be safe.
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Dick was sitting on his bed going over the files Jennifer had been able to help them acquire from Sadeq. There was so much to go through. And while yes, Barb was probably working on it right now seeing as it was around 1 in the afternoon there, he needed the distraction.
Something, anything, to keep his mind off Jennifer in that gold dress. The way she had looked at him in the bar. The way she had taken his hand in her own and looked up at him. The way she had said, “that was fun.”
“Hey”
He almost jumped out of his skin at the sound of her voice. She was standing in the doorway of his bedroom, dressed in some pajama pants and a black tank. Her hair wet obviously just gotten out of the shower. As beautiful as she looked in that dress there was something special about this. The normal Jennifer. The one without any masks.
“Hey” he scooted over so she could jump onto his bed scooting up next to him looking over his shoulder. She smelled like coconut shampoo. “Where’s the little one?”
“She had to go for a run, you would think after taking out 6 guys, or whatever, she would be tired. I swear she gets MORE energy after she fights.”
Dick chuckled at the memory of the small girl front flip kicking some goon off Sadeq’s desk. They had been caught about 10 minutes after Faith had accidentally set off an alarm on the computer.
They lapsed into silence again Dick just scrolling through the documents all concentration gone. It was all about keeping up the appearance that he wasn’t completely distracted by the girl next to him.
“This is pretty serious huh.” Dick turned to her to see she was looking off at something on the blank bedroom wall. Lost in her own thoughts. “These kids, I mean they could be anyone. They could have been Faith… or…”
She didn’t say it but he knew. They could have been Nichole, Tea, Gigi, Maia, Annabella…. The list goes on and on and on. This was what had gotten her in the mask the first time. To help Nichole get out of the mob. To save Tea from a life on the streets.
“I want to help.” she said turning to him, “Whatever you need.”
He hadn’t meant to, just caught up in the moment really. A million of them leading up to this. Jennifer laughing at the bar, Jennifer in that gold dress, Jennifer sitting next to him with a fire in her eyes he hadn’t seen in years.
Dick kissed her, soft and gentle. He kissed her like he used to. When they were just kids pretending to be adults. So many questions in their minds but one thing they knew for sure.
That they loved each other.
He wasn’t sure if he still loved her that way anymore, time had changed them both but he knew that he still loved her in a way that would never change.
The way you can only love your first.
Jennifer kissed him back gently pushing his laptop away so she could take its place on his lap wrapping herself around him. A soft smile playing on her lips as his hands moved down her back pulling her closer to him grabbing her butt.
Suddenly she pulled away from him, her eyes studying him, “I… we… I have no idea what I can give you.” she mumbled, “I know there is that history.” Dick couldn’t help but smile as he pushed a strand of her wet away from her face and behind her ear.
“Let’s just have some fun ok? If I remember correctly you do fuck for free.”
She laughed then, long and hard curling herself around him her head landing on his shoulder. Her body shaking as she tried to compose herself.
Dick flipped her over so she was on her back with him on top now a huge smile on his face as she looked up at him still giggling.
There really was nothing Dick loved more than having the ability to make her laugh.
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.
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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.”
