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Hair Neglecting Nightwing
Reader(Mom) X Dick(Son)
Note: If your looking for a little story about be Dick Grayson's mother, here you go.
(I do not own any DC characters)
"Your hair got longer." She noted, her eyes scanning the locks that had grown out of Dick Grayson's usual neat crop.
"Mm? Oh yeah, I guess I got a little busy recently," Dick mumbled, his attention glued to the screen of the Bat-computer.
Her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer, noticing how often he brushed the strands away from his eyes with a flick of his wrist. The gesture was becoming almost subconscious, a dance of annoyance he performed every few minutes.
"Would you like me to braid it?" she offered, her voice soft but firm, pulling him out of his thoughts.
Dick looked up, surprised by the suggestion. She wasn't one for hair styling; she was more of a combat strategist than a beautician. But he knew she had a gentle touch, one she reserved for moments like these, when the chaos of Gotham's streets didn't bleed into the manor.
"Yeah, sure, that'd be great," Dick finally responded, his eyes lighting up with a hint of appreciation.
She took a seat behind him, her deft fingers working quickly to gather and separate the strands of his hair into three even sections. The soft tug as she began weaving them together was almost comforting, a stark contrast to the tension that often filled the air when they were discussing missions or Bruce's latest crusade against the city's criminals. Dick could feel the warmth of her body against his back, a grounding presence amidst the cold steel and technology that surrounded them in the Batcave.
He slowly started to lean into her touch, his shoulders relaxing. The rhythmic motion of her hands was soothing, each pull and twist of his hair sending a gentle cascade of sensation down his neck and spine. His eyes grew heavy as he listened to the quiet sounds of her breathing and the occasional clink of her braiding tool against the chair.
"You falling asleep there, Nightwing?" She teased gently, her voice a warm whisper in the cavernous space of the Batcave. Dick chuckled, the sound echoing slightly off the high-tech equipment around them.
"Maybe just a little," he admitted, "but I should try focusing on this case." He straightened up, the braiding nearly done. The tension in his neck dissipated as the last few strands were tucked into place.
She stepped around the chair, her eyes meeting his in the reflection of the computer screen. "You little heroes and your need to keep working, it makes me tired just thinking about it," she said with a knowing smile. Dick couldn't argue with her; the relentless pace of their lives was a constant reminder of the burdens they carried.
Her smile grew as she tied off the end of the braid with a piece of black ribbon she had found in Alfred's emergency sewing kit. "There you go, all done," she said, patting him on the shoulder. Dick reached up to feel the tight, neat braid, a small victory against the chaos of their lives.
"Thanks," he said sincerely, turning in his chair to face her. "I don't know what we'd do without you."
"Probably pull your hairs out," she quipped, gently cradling his head with one arm to have him lean on her shoulder. Dick couldn't help but chuckle at the truth in her words. Her support was like a balm to his weary soul, something he never knew he needed until she had come into their lives. Her embrace was warm and firm, a silent promise of understanding and unwavering support.
The moment lingered, a rare pause in the relentless treadmill of their lives. Dick felt his heart swell with affection for this woman who had stepped into their world of capes and cowls, and somehow made it feel a little more like home.
"You know we don't say it enough," She began, her voice a gentle caress in the dimly lit room, "but I'm proud of you, Dick." The words hung in the air, unspoken but palpable, resonating within him like the chime of a distant bell. "I always have been."
Dick's eyes searched hers, a storm of emotions playing across his face. He nodded, his throat tight with emotion. "Thanks," he managed to whisper, feeling a sudden weight lift from his shoulders. "That means a lot."
Her hand lingered on the side of his head before she stepped back, the lightness of the moment dissipating as reality set in. "Now, go save Gotham," she said with a firm nod, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. Dick smiled and with a nod he turned back to the computer, his gaze focusing on the information sprawled before him. She watched him for a beat before heading back to her own tasks.
Brother & Bestie: The Roy Problem
Summary: Still keeping a secret from your bestie your new fuck buddie tries to solve the problem.
1.9k
Dick Grayson x Reader
Warnings: SMUT 18+, edging, fingering, piv, blackmail.
The First Time
"Dick, you still haven't told me what you're going to do about Roy. What if he tells Jay? We're fucked," you start to pace around your kitchen, "we'll I'm fucked. Not like he's going to kill his brother." You sigh, planting your head on the kitchen counter.
"I'm handling it. Don't stress yourself over it," he leans down, kissing into your hair, "it'll be fine," his hands wrap around your middle pulling you up to hug you from behind, "I gotta go. Stay here and try not to spiral okay."
"I'll try, but I make zero promises."
"Good girl," he steps towards the door checking his phone, but just as he's about to leave he turns to face you, "and Pet, if he was to find out from Roy. I'd be in way more trouble than you." He shuts the door leaving you to reel in that statement until he gets back.
Xx
"Mr Harper, take a seat." Dick smirks at the younger man.
"What is this Grayson? You trying to intimidate me?" Roy tries to sound confident, but it comes across as the opposite.
"Nope, just wanted to talk."
"About what?"
"Exactly. Nothing. I just wanted to show you something." He opens his laptop, a file sitting on it labeled Harper's Harpies. "Thought you might want to see this."
"What is this? Blackmail? Didn’t think you’d sink this low."
"No, I just wanted to remind you that you did things that maybe you weren't proud of and that maybe you'd like Little Wing not to know about."
"You're not proud of her? Should be, you know Jay told me about the talk you guys had."
"Which talk was that?"
"When he asked you not to fuck her. To keep that fuckboy dick of yours in your pants. Don't know why he hasn't noticed yet, how long has it been going on?"
"None of your business."
"So you are fucking her."
"Look Roy," he leans down on the table, "I don't care if Jay knows. But she does, so I am asking you not to tell him." He changes tactics, knowing how the outlaws feel about you, "I know you guys have your banter, but you wouldn't do this to her would you?"
"Using her to save your skin? Not very classy Grayson."
"Blackmail didn't work, so yeah. She is though, she thinks he'll kill her."
"Kill you more like."
"You think I don't know that?” he runs his hands through his dark hair, “Please just keep it to yourself."
"Do you love her?"
"What a question." He sits down, resting his head in his hands. Dick sighs, does he love you? He could, he sees it when he goes to sleep at night. But what is this to you? He doesn't know.
"You're scared, I get it." Roy stands, "We’ve been friends a while and I love you, man. I won’t tell him, but you should. Keeping this going in secret isn’t good for anyone. Just promise me you’ll delete this and think long and hard about what you’re going to do and we're even."
"Didn’t think you cared about Jay seeing it?”
“I don’t, but I still don’t want it floating around.”
“Thank you." Dick clicks delete on the file, then looks up from his hands to see the pitying look on Roy's face as he opens the front door.
"I’m not doing it for you.” he pauses one foot already out of the door, “And Grayson,"
"Yeah."
"If you hurt her, even slightly as badly as Asami did. You will get twice the punishment," He slams the door and leaves Dick to dwell on his feelings.
Xx
"What happened? What did he say? Is he going to tell him?" You swarm Dick with questions as he comes through your door.
"Told ya I'd sort it, but Pet-" he's cut off when you jump into his arms, yours wrapping around his neck as your legs hold you close to him.
"Thank you, thank you," you liter his face with kisses. His hands sink into your ass grinding you down onto his cock.
"We should talk, I need to"
"Later, please. Please Dick."
"Okay Pet, later." His fingers slip under your dress, pulling your panties to the side, "you need me now don't you?"
"Yes, right now."
"So needy for me," he pushes your back into the wall, his fingers flicking through your pussy stopping to rub at your clit, "so desperate for my touch," his face pushes into your neck, licking and sucking at the soft flesh, "my pretty little pet. You've been such a good girl for me. You deserve a reward."
"Please," your nails dig into his back, gripping his shirt and pulling it over his head, "want to feel your skin."
"Hmm, smart girl. Clean these for me." He shoves his fingers in your mouth and when he's satisfied he pulls your dress up over your head, "no bra, Pet? Fuck, you really are perfect," his lips seal around your nipple while your hands fiddle with the button on his jeans, "there's no rush, let me take my time with you. I'll make you feel so good." His fingers thrust back into you, his teeth biting down on your nipple while his tongue flicks over it.
"Yes, fuck." You dress down onto him, your tit pressing out into his face. You can feel your release edging closer, your pussy clenching on his fingers while your tits tingle in his mouth.
"Can feel you getting close Pet," he mumbles his kisses moving up your body, "don't you cum."
"But you said you-"
"I promise to make you feel good. Trust me," his voice now in your ear, "do you trust me?"
"Really? Aladdin? Right now?"
"Stopped you from cumming didn't I?"
"Yes. You dick."
Grayson laughs, pulling his fingers from you and starting to walk down the hall towards your bedroom.
He drops you on the bed and drops his pants almost as fast. "Bring that pretty pussy to me, Pet." His fingers dig into your thighs, pulling you down to the edge of the bed. His face is buried in your pussy as he starts to lick you up.
"Fuck, give a girl a chance."
"No Pet. No chance," he smiles into your pussy before slowing down, his lips pressing their way into your inner thigh, "do you want me to stop?"
"No, don't stop."
"And your safewords?"
"Lance Tucker." You start to thrust up into his face.
"Good Pet," his tongue licks at you, laps at you, his fingers slipping inside you, "I know your body so well, Pet." His fingers split, spreading you open, and holding your cunt apart, "better than even you."
"Di- fuuc- I. AHhh."
"Like that noise means you're going to cum soon."
Your hands fist the sheets your heels digging into nothing as you try and find leverage go push your pussy further into dicks face, "dick, more, I need-"
"I know exactly what you need, Pet," he mumbles into you, "you need to hold it."
"Yes, I can-"
"I want you to want it" he starts to suck on your clit and when your pussy starts to pulse around him he stops, "I want you to want me."
"I do."
"Do you want me or do you just wanna cum?" His breath grazes over you, his finger just toying with you, "be honest."
"I want you to make me cum." you pant, squirming in the sheets as he climbs over you, crowding you into the mattress.
"That's a great answer, Pet. Because why?"
"Noone can make me cum like you can."
"Fucking right." Dick hoists your legs up over his shoulders, bending you in half as he kisses you deeply, "and Pet." His cock parts you, teasing you so bad it makes you shiver.
"Dick," you grab at his face, pulling his down down a deep kiss.
"Noone takes my cock as well as you." He shoves himself inside you grinding his pelvis down onto yours, his cock making you feel so full and fuck, you're so close already.
"Dick, if you don't stop that i-"
"I know, Pet. I can feel it."
"Fufk, can you, stop."
"No, I want it all." He grinds down harder, "all your cum," his nails dig into your thighs, his lips stealing another kiss, "it's mine Pet." You feel his cock throb inside you, "give it to me," he bites down on your lip, growling into your mouth, "give all of yourself to me."
"Ah, fukdk dick, I hwhs-" you moan a jumble of words that gets lost as your brain starts to melt and your legs start to chase. You can feel your pussy sucking dicks cock in, feel it hitting ao deep inside you and when he bites you again you lose your mind as you shatter underneath him.
He doesn't stop, instead changing movement to slam his hips into you. "Fuck, you take it so well," he drops your legs wrapping them around his hips, "draw me in, Pet." His hand holds your face, "look at me," you try but your eyes are so close to just rolling away to space, "stay here," he kisses you as if to keep your mind on this plane, "stay with me, Pet. Don't float away on me."
"I'm here," you flutter your lashes, trying to focus on those pretty blue eyes staring down onto you.
"Good girl, stay with me," he continues to pound into you, fucking you so full. But you keep your eyes on him and fuck if his smiles doesn't make this harder, make you want to cum harder, make you want to take him every moment of every day, "you’re doing so well for me, Pet."
Your hands grip at his shoulders as your back starts to lift from the mattress and he hits so deep within you. His cock throbs inside you, his Pacing becoming erratic as he changes his release inside you. It's so fucking hot the way he uses you like this, like you're his own little fuck toy, "Dick, I'm getting close again."
"Just let it out," he moans, "let all of it out and I'll follow you."
You pull him down for another kiss, your legs tightening around him and holding him so hard that he can barely move his hips to fuck you. "Fuck Dick," you fuck up onto him, pushing him further and deeper inside you.
"Yes, yes let. Fuck- I can feel it, you. God-" your cunt pulses and clenches down so hard on him, your body goes into full shakes as you cum on him. The sight of you losing yourself like this sends Dick over the edge and he cums so hard that his muscles tense and he collapses on top of you. Your legs are still holding him deep inside.
"Fuck, Dick. You ok?" You ask, your pussy still twitching around him.
"Hmm, sleepy. Are you alright?" He sits up, giving you space to breathe and inspecting the marks on your thigh, "do they hurt?"
"No. I like the sting.".
"Course ya do. Little degenerate." He pulls out of you, rolling onto his side and pulling you up to him and kissing your forehead.
"That was kind of intense." You angle into him, squirming at the cum dripping from you.
"Intense bad?"
"Just new. Any reason for that?"
"Maybe, maybe I just think you needed a treat. My pretty pet." He angles your face up so he can give you a sweet kiss.
"And Roy?" You finally ask.
"Let's not talk about hmHarper right now. Can we just cuddle in peace?"
"I guess. But we will talk about it, right?"
"Yeah," he pulls the comforter up over the both of you, "later."
Nightwing: (rescues a cute kid and lets him sit in the driver seat of the batmobile, which is autopiloted)
You: You’re-- That was super cute.
Nightwing: Thanks. You’re super cute, too.
You: (blushing) ...t-thank you.
No More Secrets- Masterlist
Summary: You and ya Bestie move to Bludhaven looking for a fresh start. It is totally cool and you SO don’t have a crush on him.
Charcaters: F!Reader x Dick Grayson
Warnings: Smut 18+ only. Individual warnings on chapters.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
Brother & Bestie- The First Time
Summary: You're enjoying a quiet night at home when your besties brother shows up to ruin your night.
Reader x Dick Grayson
3.2k
Warnings: SMUT 18+. Degradation, drunk idiots, swearing, tiny bit of oral, praise, first time, bad flirting.
AN: These two are fun. Where would you like to see them try and get it on?
"Who is it?" You call through the tiny crack in the door.
"Little Wing, little wing, let me in."
"Grayson, Jay isn't here."
"Heya, hi there, pretty girl." Dicks smile lopsided as he leans against the door frame.
"You're drunk." You deadpan, swinging the door open, stepping to the side as he falls straight onto the hardwoods.
"Am not."
"Right, so this whole thing?" You gesture to him spread out on the ground, "what's this then?"
"I just like your floor."
"Mm,” you hum, shutting the door and stepping over him, “very convincing."
"Help me up, please." He turns his head, those very sad puppy dog eyes pouting up at you.
"I thought you weren't drunk."
"I'm not I just need help. Won't you help me?" his voice sweet enough to cause cavities.
"Uh, fine." you groan, uncertain as to how your night has come to this.
"Your hair smells nice," he murmurs when you slip an arm under his shoulder to help him up..
"Thanks, it’s shampoo."
"Can I have some?"
"Shampoo? Do you want a shower?"
"Mmm, water. I love water."
"Fucking weirdo." You mutter, dragging him down the short hallways and into the bathroom. Dicks long legs make the walk a pain, his long arm draped over your back, while his feet drag behind him, “What do you eat? Fucking rocks?”
“Sometimes,” Dick rests his head on your shoulder, “Where we going?”
“You need a shower, remember.”
“Oh yeah, you’re a good helper,” he nuzzles into your neck, “Pretty helper.”
“Drunk idiot,” you mumble, dropping him in the shower.
"You going to help me get undressed, pretty girl?" He winks, his big hands tugging at his hoodie, somehow tangling himself up. It was cute and only made cuter by how pouty his face is getting as he stares up at you in defeat.
"No,” you lean back against the counter, enjoying the show, “What I'm going to do is call Alfie to come get you,”
"No," he reaches out, taking your hand in his, "I promise I'll behave,” his eyes pleading with you, “please don't call him."
"Fine, just sit and clean yourself up. I'll make you something to sober you up."
"You're gorgeous," his fingers graze along the top of your hand, "do you know that?"
"Ok, that's enough of that." You pull your hand from his reach and close the bathroom door behind you.
Leaning back into the door you let out a frustrated breath, your fingers dragging over your eyes. The fuck is he doing here? You're almost tempted to call Jason and make him come home to deal with his fucking brother. Who shows up at someone's house at midnight, drunk as a skunk? Someone with nowhere else to go, the little voice in your head tells you. Fuck, ok. Food for drunk people, carbs.
With the water running in the distance you open the fridge, spotting the pad Thai you had last night. That should work, throwing it in the microwave. You take a beat to think what the fuck you’re going to do. Feed him, put him to bed. Yeah, that’s it. Just put the distance you need between the two of you, because fuck, you need it. You attempt to clear your mind as you go to check on your guest.
"Grayson? You alive in there?" You bang in the door, "Grayson, if you don't answer I'm going to come in." Silence. Fuck. "Ok, please be decent." You whisper as you enter the bathroom.
"Hello, again pretty girl," Dick says in what you assume he thinks is a charming tone, but still sounds a little drunk.
"Oh my God! Grayson!" You slap your hands over your eyes, "what the fuck!" still seeing him standing there standing naked in your bathroom, that goofy ass smile on his face, his sizeable cock hanging free as a bird and his dark hair dripping down his face. Shit, how are you still seeing him, even with your bloody eyes closed.
"My clothes were all wet and I didn't think you'd mind."
"Mind? Are you insane?" You reach blindly behind the door grabbing at what you assume is Jason's robe and throw it at Dick, "this is so uncool."
"Really? Coz I swear I was getting a vibe."
"A vibe? Really?” your frustration is clear in your voice, “Have you got the robe on yet?"
"Yes." You peek your eyes through your fingers and burst into laughter.
"Suits you," you giggle, taking in Dick in your green and yellow daisy robe that is definitely too short and too small for him, “You look like one of those 70s disco guys.”
"I definitely get the vibe that you wanna fuck me, pretty girl." He steps forward, leaning his arm up over you on the door frame, your own perfume wafting over you as he flexes his bicep, "I see you looking at me when you think I don't notice."
"Yeah, because you're annoying." You lie, your eyes fixated on the hard planes of his chest and the tiny droplets of water falling down, unsure what your face is going to tell him if you meet his eyes.
"You don't really think that," his fingers slip under your chin, making you look up at him, "one of the world's greatest detectives, remember."
"Ahh.. hhmmm." You step away, your tummy doing flips while anxiety creeps up your whole body, "how bout I get you some food and maybe that'll fix your broken brain."
"If you say so." He turns and you head into the kitchen to grab the Pad Thai wondering what the fuck is going on. Sure Jason's brother has always been a temptation for you, it's cliché to have a crush on your best friend's older brother and that's all it was, temptation and it's not even a crush. It was more like curiosity, just curiosity at what it would be like. Nothing is ever going to come of it.
"Where’d you go?" You call, wondering why he didn't follow you out into the kitchen.
"In here."
"Why the fuck are you on my bed?" you ask when you find him making himself comfortable in your room.
"Thought I made that pretty clear."
"Grayson, this is not funny."
"Who's laughing?” he makes grabby hands at you, “That for me?"
"Yeah," you shake your head, there's no way you can make him move. It was enough of a struggle just getting him in the shower, "don't spill it ok?"
"Dick Grayson doesn't spill."
"Wanna watch a movie?" You ask, sitting on the edge of your bed, "maybe tell me what's got you so drunk on a weeknight?"
"You wanna Netflix and chill with me?" He sits up straight, taking a big scoop of noodles into his mouth.
"If that's what you wanna call it."
""Netflix yes, chill,” he pauses, his eyes wandering up the short length of your nightshirt, “I think I can convince you to do more than that."
"I'm picking the movie." Ignoring his comment, you reach over to your dresser to grab the remote.
"Ok, but we're watching it here right?"
"You're going to lay in my bed with me?"
"I can take my clothes of again if you want"
"I'm good, just eat your noodles and be quiet." A strange noise leaves Dicks lips as he adjusts himself back into your pile of pillows. "Unless you wanna talk?" He shoves a big helping into his mouth, "thought not."
"Is this about gymnastics?"
"Ah, yeah." You don't exactly lie as you press play on The Bronze, "that's exactly what it's about."
"You going to join me?" He asks, putting the finished bowl on the nightstand and reclining his arm out for you to snuggle into.
"Nah I'm good here." You lay down on your tummy, your feet almost at his chest.
"Fucking tease." He catches your foot, pressing his thumb into your arch.
"What are you doing?"
"A guy can't give an innocent foot massage?"
"I'll give you a pass," you narrow your eyes at him, "but only because that actually feels really good." You turn back to the opening credits of the movie, " I am not a tease. You're the one who come in here all gung ho." You stare over your shoulder at him, "now be quiet."
The movie ticks on and you swear you hear him laugh at least once and then, "what was that?" you hear Dick move behind you as he drops your foot on the bed.
"What?" you ask in an annoyed tone, throwing your hand back to tell him to be quiet.
"That noise you just made."
"I didn't, shh…" you say without taking your eyes from the screen, "Lance," you sigh dreamily into your palm.
"There it is again," Dick moves, laying himself down beside you so that he can forcibly move your head, "look at me." He commands when your eyes stay glued to the screen, "who is this guy?"
"He's the God of gymnastics," you sigh again, pulling your face from Dicks hand so you can stare back at Lance Tucker.
“The God of- oh my fucking god,” He turns you but you're too distracted to care, “he's not even that good.”
“Yeah, but he's so pretty,” You hang your head off the bed, still staring at Lance.
“The man's a pig,” Dick snaps, grabbing your face once more and forcing you to look at him, "that what you want?”
“Pardon?” Your voice more breathless than you expect.
“I think it is,” he smirks, squeezing your face, “you want someone to use you,” he yanks you closer, “to make you theirs and fuck you till you can't think.”
“I ah-”
“Tell me I'm wrong, I want to hear it.”
You stay quiet ,your eyes instead tracing over the edges of Dicks words. He's not wrong, far from it, but you don't exactly have the words to ever ask that of someone.
“I think I just found your weakness,” his thumb grazes along the base of your lip, “I saw that,” he drags you even closer, his lips so close to yours and you can feel the anticipation building in your lower tummy, “but if you say his name while my hands are on you,” he slides one over your ass bringing your body closer to him. Your breath hitches in your throat, his thigh slips between your legs, “I'm going to stop," he clasps both of your hands in his one huge one, pushing them against the bed, "I'm going to convince you that being my pet is worth it," he nibbles at your neck, "I'll make you feel so good," he bites hard into your neck, "that you forget all about Lance fucking Tucker."
"Ah hmm." You mumble, your brain a jumble of thoughts as you try to make this make sense.
"Do you want me to stop?" Dicks other hand skates up your thigh, his nails digging into your ass and all you can think is that you want more, more of his touches, more of his lips on you.
"No." You arch your neck, giving him more space to bite at you.
“Good girl, open your mouth and give me your tongue.”
“Dick,” you moan into his mouth as it connects with yours, his lips sucking down on your tongue and bringing you even closer. His hands grip your ass, hoisting your leg over his hip as he grinds his into you.
“Told you I could convince you,” he smirks into your lips and you try to pull back but he's holding you so tight, “oh, no your chance to run is over,” his fingers dig into your thigh, “now you're going to be my good pet aren't you?” He leans back so he can look into your eyes. "You look even prettier like this, with this dazed look in your eyes."
"Dick, can you-" you press your tender pussy into his thigh. His fingers skate down your thigh, gently grazing over your pussy.
"So wet already," he kisses you again, "Do you want to be my pet?" His fingers press over you, pushing your panties into you and making them stick to your mess, "I’d like you to agree before."
"I ah-"
"Say it, pretty girl and I'll give you what you want."
"Agree,” you pant, your hands struggling to move from his hand, “I accept." He pushes your panties to the side, his fingers just brush through your pussy.
"Say it again."
"I am your pet." You press down onto his hand and he releases your hands "use me," they cling to him, "make me feel good."
"Good girl." He shoves his fingers into you as his lips start devouring yours, his thumb pressing into your clit, rubbing soft circles over it and you can already feel your pussy starting to spasm, "you needed this didn't you Pet?"
"Yes."
"Needed me to make you feel good."
"Fuck, I did." You moan into his ear as his hips start to rock into you.
“Someone who can really take care of you.”
"Yes, feels so good."
"You're getting so tight on my fingers, Pet." He gives you one kiss before his lips start to trail down your body, lifting you shirt so he can kiss and lick and bite at your tummy, "can I mark you?" He asks, staring up at you from below your tits.
'Yeah, ah hmm. Just please don't stop."
"I won’t." He smirks, sucking at your sides, his teeth digging in just above your hips, "I'm going to leave these everywhere, so you can't hide who you belong to." His mouth travels all over your torso leaving hickies fucking everywhere while is fingers lazily pump in and out if you. Leaving you just on the edge of cumming for 10 fucking minutes while he nibbles on your skin.
"Dick I can't,” you grind down onto his fingers, “I need to cum."
"No, Pet. No cumming until l say."
"Please.”
"You can take it. Can't you? For me?"
"Ahh.."
"Good Pet. One more mark," his face presses into the side of your thigh, his breath fanning way too close to your pussy making you squirm in his hands.
"Dick- I- Di-"
"Nealry there Pet," his nose nudges at your clit while his tongue darts out to taste you, his moan vibrates your whole body, "fuck you tastes so good."
"I need to- much longer-"
"Cum then, cum on my tongue," he shoves his tongue into you, lapping at the wetness already there and you can feel him smiling into you if your brain wasn't buzzing with how hard you're cumming right now. "Atta girl," he slaps at your thighs, while his tongue licks at you, making you shiver with aftershocks. "You sound gorgeous when you cum, reckon I can make you do it again." He presses soft kisses up your torso on his journey towards your mouth, "what do you think Pet?'
"Brain on standby call back later."
"That all you got for me?" He bites down on your lip, making you whine.
"No, I want more. Just-" you blink your eyes open, "can you be-"
"What? Tell me what you want, Pet."
"Meaner?" You say kind of shyly.
"Meaner." He shoves his hand onto your neck, "like this?" He grabs one of your legs and throws it over his shoulder, "you want me to take what I want?"
"Yes."
"Lift your hips for me, Pet- Atta girl," His cock teases at your pussy, gathering your cum along his cock, the head dipping in before he drags it up and rubs it on your clit. “Pretty,” he groans, slipping his cock into you easily with how wet you are, "you want mean Pet?"
"Please." You beg as his cock reaches the end of you and his pelvis grinds into your clit.
"Then take it, slut." He pulls out slamming back into you as his free hand collides with your ass, "my good Pet,” He hits you again, “letting her best friends brother fuck her in the house they share." His fingers move from your throat to your hair, pulling your head back and making your back arch and your mouth fall open, "scream for me whore. Let the fuckin neighbours hear who owns this delicous pussy"
"DICK, FUCK YES, DICK" You scream until you voice grows hoarse and you pussy starts to clench down on him, “Dick, oh my god.”
"You're so fucking tight around me," he growls clawing at your legs and chest, "feels fuckin perfect."
"Yes, amazing"
"You going to cum again?"
"Ah huh."
"Good, do it. I'm so close, cum on me my filthy slutty Pet. Cover me in your cum."
“Jesus, fuck Dick. I- i- ah-” you moan as you limbs convulse and contort around him, your pussy squeezing him so fucking tightly. “”Please, please, don’t stop.” you beg, his hand wraps around your throat as your screams start to get so loud, and your body shakes like crazy and you pulse, sucking him in even deeper. “Dick I’m gunna-” you pant breathlessly, as Dick presses your legs back as pushes his cock deeper inside you.
“Yes, keep cumming. Keep cumming on me Pet.”
“Fuck,”
“Shit, open your mouth Pet,” Dick growls as you spread your lips wide, sticking your tongue out just as Dick pulls out of you and his cum spurts all over your chest and face.
“Wow,” you pant, gathering some of his cum up on your fingers and licking them into your mouth. “Tastes great.”
“You're a fucking degenerate,” Dick laughs laying down beside you.
"Would I be friends with Jay if I wasn't?
"Good point, though-” he turns to you graphing your face softly in his hands before placing a sweet kiss on your lips.
“That is a good point,” you smile into his lips, resting up on your elbows so you can see him better.
“Told you I felt the vibe.”
“You're obsessed with this 'vibe' what does that even mean?”
“Means you're hot and I noticed you noticing that I'm hot” he reclines his arm behind his head, “What else does it have to mean?”
“Nothing”, you roll over, attempting to get up when an arm wraps around you, “Hey!”
“Where do you think you're going?”
“To pee?”
“Oh,” he releases you, “could you grab me a water, I think I drank too much.”
“You don't say? Wow, that's news to me,” you remark as you exit the room narrowly missing the pillow that's thrown at you.
“What happens now?” You ask, sitting back on the bed and chugging your own water, while Dick does the same.
“I suppose we should've talked about this before, we- ya know”
“Yeah, probably. But we can talk about it now, so tell me what you think this is.”
“We can keep fucking if you want.”
“But Jason, he's not out of town a lot.”
“We could make it work.”
“But this isn't you offering to like date me or whatever?” You clarify, "because after what happened between me and Asami, I'm not sure I'm ready for anything like that."
"Me too, with Wally." He sighs, putting the empty bottle of water down and laying back into your sea of pillows, "it was a lot."
"Yeah, I get it. Do you wanna talk about it?" You lay back next to him.
“Do you?”
“Fair,” you nod your head to the side, "so in the meantime, we can just-"
"Use each other to feel something?" He offers, pulling you onto his chest and cuddling an arm around you.
"In secret."
"Yes in secret." He gives you a soft kiss on your forehead, "God help us if little wing finds out."
The Roy Problem
hi. you have written a few stories about Reader being Dicks best friend. What if she was Jasons best friend and has a secret thing going on with Dick and Jason has no idea.
Sure thing mate, though its going to be in 2 parts because i'm buggered today.
Brother & Bestie.
Dick Grayson x Brat!Reader
Warnings: SMUT, Degradation, hair pulling, swearing, pet names, secret fuck buddies.
"It's unlocked," Dick calls from the kitchen, "Oh, it's you, you little fuck,” he groans when he leans out of the door and spots you, “Let me grab my coat,” he rounds the corner looking for his jacket, “you can tell me on the way what he's been arrested for this time," he turns and notices you standing still in his doorway, "I swear, you pair get up to more trouble than anyone I've ever known,” he pauses, grabbing his jacket from the back of one of his dining chairs.
"Not in jail, this time." You mention casually as you close and lock the door behind you.
"So he wants something," he walks, his huge gait bringing him to you in an instant, "and he sent you because-" he grabs your chin, tilting your head up to his eyes," well, he hasn't quite figured out why yet," Dicks lips tilt into a smug smirk, “I really need to get that boys head checked.”
"Can we borrow the projector? Jay said you had a nice one that we could set up on the roof."
"You little shits are having a movie night and you didn't invite me?" Dicks fingers tighten on your face, “That’s fucking rude,” his eyes drift down your face, down towards your breasts, "take this off," he plucks at your old shirt releasing you from his grasp, "and I'll think about it."
You hurry to pull the shirt over our head, throwing it on the ground, "So, can we borrow the projector now?" you plant your hands at your sides, trying to stop yourself from going into full on begging just yet, “I’ll owe you one.”
“From what I recall,” his hand wraps around the back of your neck as he steps back, taking your face with him, “You owe me quite a few.”
"I promise to invite you to the next movie night." you try to reason with him, but you can’t help the way you’re looking at him. It’s been what? Maybe two weeks and fuck you already miss the way he makes you feel.
“Too late for that.”
“Please Dick, please let us borrow it.”
"Say it again"
"Please, I'd be so grateful."
“To who?”
“You. Please Dick, I’d be so grateful to you.”
"On your knees,” he releases your face, leaning back on the small dining table, “ask me from the ground."
"Dick, please please please please can we borrow your projector?" you plead, staring up at him from your knees.
"Such a pretty beggar." He coos, pushing your hair back from your face, "you going to pay for it?" You nod a little too quickly, making Dick laugh, "are you sure it's the projector you want? Or did you miss me?" Your gaze drops, shit. You know you’re acting too keen because well, you are, "did my pretty little pet miss the way I make her feel?"
"No." you lie, shifting your weight on your legs.
“I know when you’re lying,” you see his feet cross in front of you, “I can see it in your pretty eyes, Keep them on me. Now tell me the truth. Did you miss me?”
“Yes,” You adjust yourself, making yourself taller while planting your hands on your thighs for balance.
"What a good pet, always knows how to sit," his voice soft and encouraging while he slips out of his pants and grabs something from the chair behind him. Your eyes lock on his cock when it springs out right in your face, already half hard, “Lift your knees up,” he slides the pillow under your knees, “Good girl, don’t want to scrape those pretty legs,” he pats at your hair, "Open your mouth." You drop your jaw, your tongue hanging out like a dog on a hot day, "good girl, now take it in your- yes, just like that- and- fuckkkk…" he moans as your lips wrap around the head of his cock, your tongue flicking just over the tip. “Finally something your smart mouth is good at,” You want nothing more than to wrap your hands around the base, but last time you moved without permission he took it away, "you want it all, don't you Pet?" His long fingers tangle through your hair at the nape of your neck, yanking your head back, "Want me to fuck your pretty throat, Pet?" He stares down at you, smiling so wide when you nod at him, "Relax your throat,” his hands grip tighter into your hair, “1. 2. 3. Ahhhhh." He pushes himself all the way down your throat, the sting of the stretch making you squirm.
You lick at the underside of his cock as tears start to well in your eyes and your throat is stretched to the brim with his cock. His hands guide you back and forth along his length, your hands now resting his thighs as he uses your throat for his pleasure. You can feel yourself dripping into your panties, your thighs rubbing together to try and give yourself some relief, while trying to stay as still as possible.
"Your throat feels so fucking good, Pet." He moans, "way to good. Shit,” Dick pauses, his hand slowly caressing your face, “how are you so good at that?"
"Irndidbeoke,"
"Didn't catch that," Dick smirks when your eyes meet his, "you having trouble talking?" You roll your eyes so wide there's no way he misses it, "going to be like that?” his hands slaps at your cheek, “Fuck, that feels good.” you moan around him and he shivers, stepping back and groaning when his cock falls from your mouth, “Stick your tongue out.” he grips the base of his cock in his hand, “Good girl, eyes- yes Pet,” he slaps his cock on your tongue, once, twice, never looking away from you, “Fuck, you shiver when I do that,” a third time, “Get up, Pet.” he yanks you up by the hair, one hand sliding under your arm to help you up, "bend over the table Pet, I wanna see that pretty ass."
You bite down on your lip to keep the squeal of excitement in. Your hands move to pull the button on your jeans down before you hear Dick tutting behind you, "Did I tell you to take those off?"
"No."
"No, what?"
"No way." you suck in your lips trying to keep your laugh in.
"Then why are you taking them off?"
"Soz."
“Pet..”
“Richard.”
“Pet, your chance to be a bitch is over,” Dick shakes his head at you, “Unless, you just want to go? Which you are free to do at any time, doors right behind you.”
“No, I don’t want too.”
"Then why don’t you be a good pet and do as you're told,” he mutters, “for once.”
“Huh?” you say confused, you’d always been good or tried to be when you could keep your mouth shut, “What do you-”
“No more questions, Pet. Spread,” You lean on to your hands, spreading your legs apart as you arch your back into the table.
"Like this?"
"Good girl," he spanks you once, before his hand snakes around your middle and tugs at the zip on your jeans. His long fingers grazing along the fabric as he drags it down your legs, "step- good."
You beam, looking back and seeing him on his knees, his face so close and yet so far from your pussy. You have to stay still, but the urge to push back is so strong you can feel yourself inching closer.
He spanks you again, "don't you rush me. this is my pussy," he hits you again, "isn't it, Pet?"
"Yes."
"I'll play with it how I want,” his fingers palm at your ass, “You want that projector don't you?"
"Yes," even though it's the furthest thing from your mind right as his mouth inches closer to you. “Please.”
"You’ve been naughty” he ponders and your mind reels trying to figure out just what you’ve done, “I’ll just have a little taste, for me. Not you," his tongue darts out scooping up some of your pussy juice and moaning at your flavour, "just as perfect as last time. Tell me you remember the last time."
"Bar Night, last Wednesday."
"That was a while ago, no wonder you offered to come here. Though it does beg the question-" He tilts forward, pressing his nose into your ass as his tongue licks over your clit. “Why didn’t you answer your phone?” He moans into you so hard that you don’t fully hear him, only catching something about a phone. You try to piece together his words, only to lose your train of thought when Dicks hands grab your hips to keep you still, "Be a good pet and let me eat in the ambiance." He licks at you, his tongue darting inside, “Give me my ambiance,” he moves down and down until his lips wrap over your clit.
"Yes, please, more," you moan, clenching your fists to try and keep yourself still.
He mumbles something into your pussy and you feel two long fingers slip inside you, pressing and stretching you out for him. His tongue flicks over your clit, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks hard on your clit. The strong fingers still on your hip dig into your side, his nails pinching you, marking you down to your thigh and making your insides catch fire.
Your mind starts to swirl as your pussy begins to pulse around his fingers, "Close," you pant, "so fucking close."
"Hmmm, good Pet" he hums, the vibrations on your clit make you squirm even more.
Suddenly Dick sits back on his feet and you can imagine the smirk on his face as your pussy chases after him, clenching around nothing but air, "but I didn't say you could cum yet."
"Please, please Dick. I wanna cum so bad."
"Don’t even remember- No. keep facing forward." he pushes your head back around when you try to look at him, “What was I saying?” he asks, brushing his body against yours, his cock prodding at your pussy, “Oh, yeah.” he presses the tip of his cock into you, “I don’t remember telling you, you were allowed to cum, Pet.”
“Yes,” you nod, “I can..” you squeeze your eyes shut, trying not to imagine how fucking hot he looks standing behind you with just his shirt on “..I think I can-”
“You will hold it,” he tugs on your hair, “My pet only cums on my command. Correct?” he asks you, pulling you back so your head is resting against his chest, “Answer me Pet. Or is it too hard to think,” he thrusts up, “With my big cock inside you?”
“So full,” you moan as he tips your head back and your eyes start to glaze over when he gets so deep inside you, “Dick, yes,” your hands cling to Dick as best at they can, attempting to not have your hair and the hand around your middle being the only things keeping you upright.
“Fuck, Jasons been wasting you,” he moans, catching your lip between his teeth, “Pet as pretty as you should be used,” his hand slips from your hair to around your throat, “filled,” he bites down on your tongue when you try to stick it in his mouth, “Fucked.” shoving his own into yours and palming at your breasts, “What do you think your little bestie would say if he could see you now?”
“Fuck, Dick.” you moan, “Don’t-”
“Think he’d be jealous?” he grinds up into you, “Think he’d be mad at me for fucking you?” he hits a spot that makes you cry out and start to twitch around him, “would he be mad at you for fucking his brother?” his hand tightens on your throat, “Open your eyes,” he slows down, pressing his fingers into your cheeks, “Would he be mad if he found out how long-” he moans when you start to clench on his cock, “-how long we’ve been doing this?” your pussy like a vice as it flutters around him, “Fuck that turns you on doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Fuck, I’m getting close again.”
“No you’re not.”
“I really-” your eyes roll back so far as your mouth hangs open “Dick I-”
“I said,” he stops moving, leaving his cock deep inside you, “No. You hold it or we stop. You can take it for me, can’t you, my Pet?”
“Yes. I- I will.” you try to turn it off, just how hot and flustered and how fucking close you are, to push it down, push it away. But it’s still there, just bubbling at the surface.
“Good girl, bend over.” he pushes you over the table, “You can take it.” he fucks hard into you, “Take whatever I give you,” his hands grip on your hips pulling your ass into him, “Love watching your ass bounce on me.” you grind back into him, biting down so hard on your lips that you can taste the blood, “You take it so well for me.” he pounds and pounds into you. Your head spinning with the force that its taking to keep your pleasure in while his cock fucks you so perfectly. His moans and grunts fill your ears and make it even harder for you to stop from cumming. “Can I fill you up, Pet?” he fucks into your harder while his fingers wrap around your leg and press into your clit, “Yeeeeessssss, squeeze around meee like Thatt,Fuuuck.”
“Yes, I want it. I want it. I want it.”
“Beg for me, my pet.”
“Please cum, please fill me up.” you pant breathlessly, your hips bruisingly sore from how hard he’s been fucking you into the table.
“My good Pet,” he growls, covering your body with his, “My good girl,” he bites down on your shoulder, “My perf- Ahhh Fuc…fect Pet.” his body shaking as his warm cum fills your tight pussy, the excess already starting to drip out around him and down your bare thigh. “Fuck, I can feel you getting close again Pet,” he pants so close to your ear, before his breath turns heavier and he pulls away from you, his heat leaving you almost as fast as his cum is falling down your leg.
“What?” you breathe out, “Dick, you- what?” you turn confused and find him pulling his pants up, “Where are you going?” you ask, resting your head on the table and staring back at him as he steps away from you, his eyes still trained on your ass.
“Oh Pet,” he smiles at you, “How will you learn your lesson if you’re not punished?”
“Why?”
“Have a think about it while I grab the projector,” he slaps your ass, “might want to put your clothes back on too.”
“Cruel!” you shout at him as you shuffle down the table and try to stand. “Fuckin, shit balls.” you swear as your legs shake under you and you need to grip the table as you bend down to grab the band of your jeans and attempt to pull them up one handed. “The fuck did I ever do to you!” you yell as the denim catches on your sticky ass legs.
“Think about it, 3 days ago,” he calls from down the hallway.
“3 days- when I moved?” finally getting the ass of your jeans up over your thighs and zipping them up, “what about it? You knew I was moving out of Jay and Roys love nest,” you stand, finding your shirt on the ground and slipping it over your head.
“Yeah, but you didn’t answer when I called you,” he says when he reappears leaning against the doorway.
“When did you-” Fuck, that must’ve been when you saw someone calling when you and Jason were unpacking your living room and rejected the call and then totally forgot about it, fuck. “-my bad. I totally forgot to call you back.”
“Now you’re getting it. 3 days and nothing. Not a call, not a text and Pet,” he shoves the projector into your hands, “I know you're sorry. I can see the sorry soaking your jeans,” he grabs your face pulling you close, “Don’t you wash that off until I tell you,” he commands, “and next time,” his lips a breath away from yours, ”you’ll know to at least call me back. Oh and-” he kisses you, his lips so soft and sweet against yours, “Have a fun night,” you hear the door click open behind you, “I’ll be seeing you real soon, Pet,” he growls, shoving you out of the door and slamming it in your face.
6 hours later. PART 2
The Stray
Summary: You find a kitten on your walk and somehow have to convince your boyfriend to let you keep him.
Words: 1.4k
Characters: Reader x Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Kitten.
Warnings: Fluff, so much fluff, bonding with the baby bat, helping a lost kitten.
"It's following us," you said to Dick, turning to pick up the kitten that had been following you for the last two blocks “maybe it needs a good home?" You cradled the dirt covered kitten in your arms.
"It's not. It's just doing its normal neighbourhood check," He said, his heart softening when he saw your adorable face holding the kitten in your arms.
'But it's so cute and look, love. It's covered in fleas, this poor baby needs a home," you pouted at him, giving him your best puppy dog eyes while sticking out your bottom lip.
"We can't just be bringing home every lost little kitten you find because they look like they need some love,"
"Why not?" You pout even harder, fluttering your eyelashes at him. You held the sad looking kitty up, hoping its sad little face will help your cause.
"Because our apartment isn't big enough," he sighed, running his hand over his face.
"Remind me again, where are we going?"
"To pick Damian and Tim up from school," you give him a look, raising your eyebrows up at him, he seemed to get what you were implying, "Right,"
"Bruce said it was ok to pick up strays and bring them home. Shouldn't I aspire to be more like him?" you smiled, wrapping the little bundle in your scarf.
“No honey, you're perfect the way you are,” Dick smiled down at you, holding you close to block out the chill of the winter wind, “how about this, we bring it home, clean it up and you can find it a new home?” he mumbled into your hair.
You arrive at the school just in time to meet the boys after class. Tim is still holding his coffee mug in his hand when he spots the two of you, rolling his eyes as he leans against the school gate. Damian looks just as displeased as always, "I'm smarter than the teachers here, why do I have to go?" He whined at his brother, Dick saying nothing as he pulled him in for a quick hug. He was right though, the pair of them were both smarter than you would ever be and you figured Bruce had just sent them here to get them socialised.
Squeezing the little bundle under your arm, you knew someone would appreciate your new friend.
“Damian! Damian! Look what I found,” you cried, excitedly running up to the boy who was hiding his amusement behind a book. You wouldn't have that, thrusting the kitten over the book and towards his face.
“He is very cute, he looks malnourished and are those fleas?” he said, raising his eyebrow at you. He took the little kitten from your arms, tucking him into his jacket.
“Yes, how did you know it was a He?” you asked, but not really surprised that he would.
“I just know,” he smirked confidently under his brow at you.
“Wanna come over and help me clean him up?” Your eyes shifting from Dick to Damian, you had been trying so hard to find an in with this kid and this would be just the thing.
Dick had taken Tim home, while you and Damian had gone to the store to pick up supplies to clean this little critter up. He insisted on getting all the best things for your new friend including a $70 bottle of shampoo. You didn't know why it had to be that one, but trusted that Damian knew what he was doing.
You arrived home to your tiny apartment before Dick, sending him a quick text asking when he’d be home. He replied immediately letting you know he’d be staying back at the manor to help Tim with ‘homework’.
“We need to get him in the bathroom,” Damian said, shutting the door behind you so your new friend can’t spread fleas through your house, “Hold him, yes. Like that,” he said, handing you the fancy brush, “Now you need to start at the ends, to get the barbs out,” you followed his instructions, working to groom some of the knots and barbs from the kitty's fur.
Damian started preparing the bath, placing one of the spare towels along the bottom before filling it an inch deep with warm water. His eyes glanced over to you every few minutes while he checked the temperature of the water. You made sure to follow his instructions to the tee lest you be given the Wayne family scowl.
“Hold him just like this,” he instructed you, moving the kitten around in your hands “Don’t move him. I’m going to start and I don’t want to cut him,”
“Ok good,” he said and you feel your heart swell just a tiny bit. He doesn't look at you as he cautiously clips the knots you couldn't brush away and gently washed the dirt from his fur. You watched intently as this tiny little assassin used such care and grace to clean up the stray, a smile lighting up your face when the dirt is finally washed away, “He's a ginger, I didn't even see under all the dirt.” Damian says excitedly, grabbing the warm towel from under him and picking the kitten up and wrapping him up.
“He’s so cute,” you cooed, reaching out to pat him on the head. How were you supposed to just find this little cutie a new home? He was so adorable maybe you could convince Dick to let you keep him.
“He's perfect,” Damian said, drying him off before setting the little guy on his feet, “Hello, Mr West. You’re going to like it here. My big brother with take good care of you,” he patted the little kitten on the head, before standing.
“Dick said we can’t keep him,” you opened, the fridge grabbing out some snacks and setting them on the counter.
“I’m vegetarian,” Damian said, like you didn’t know.
“Yeah, little dude, I know,” you pulled out a glass of Orange juice and set it infront of him with a cold glass, “Hence the salami, which is for me not you.” The young man eyed you, peering from the plate of cut up fruit and back to you, like he was seeing you for the first time. He took a helping of humus onto his carrot stick and continued eating while you pottered around making a start on dinner. “Should we go and check on Mr West?” you asked when you had everything prepared to throw your meal together when Dick got home.
“I’ll go check on him,” he said, hopping down from the stool and heading into the bathroom.
You phone rings and you see its Dick calling, “Hey love, what’s up? You going to be home soon?”
“Not far away, Tim's project took longer than I though. I'm nearly home,”
“See you soon,” you said hanging up the call, “So how's he going?” you asked Damian when he repapered.
“Scared, but he’s crawled up in your laundry basket, he’ll be asleep soon.”
“Thank you for all your help. I wish I could keep him, but you know how Dick can be,”
“I do. Let me handle it.” he said in a matter of fact tone.
“What?”
“Grayson is a soft touch. I will handle him.” he says confidently, “DO you require my assistance with dinner?”
“I’m all good, do you need help with your homework?”
He says nothing, just looking at you like he can't believe you just asked him that. His gaze almost immediately turning back to his workbook while you put dinner together.
“Honey, I’m home.” Dick called from the front door, but instead of you he’s greeted by a wide eyed boy tugging on his sleeve.
“Grayson, you need to see this,” he says, dragging his brother into the bathroom. Where he had positioned you, the kitten resetting in your arms half asleep, your own eyes looking up at the love of your life. You saw the his eyes narrow down at his brother, “This is your doing,”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Damian said, feigning innocence, “I just thought they looked really comfy. Plus if you kept Mr West, I’d have to come check on him all the time,”
“You’re both evil,” he glares at the both of you giving him those sweet doe eyes, “Ugh, fine,” he sighed, “you can keep- Mr West was it?”
“Yeah, Dami named him.”
“Dami?” he peered down at his little brother who was not protesting the nickname that you had just given him. Damian just shrugged, turning to head back into the kitchen. “Why West?” Dick asked you, taking a seat on the floor next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder,
“After Wally,” you kissed down onto his soft little ginger head, “You hear that little guy, you’re staying. Welcome to your new home Mr West,”