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bat boys feral friday hcs because an anon asked!

(if you saw my incomplete deleted post, no you didn’t)

warnings: MDNI, not beta’s/barely edited, oral (f! and m! receiving at different times), free use, fingering, pet names (baby, good girl, b), possessive jason, m! receiving hand jobs, aftercare, cock warming, public sex, hair pulling

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bruce loves having his hair pulled—you discovered it accidentally when taking the cowl off one night—his love language is touch regardless so you were always physically affectionate with him when getting railed. he needs you on your back so you can touch him, tug on his scalp and scratch your nails down his back. b tried doggy style once and quit halfway through because you couldn’t touch him.

bruce loves when you visit him in the batcave, all kisses and cock warming. his gaze is forward, looking at his case files, groaning as you clench your pussy around him. you plant kisses to his jaws, focusing on your breath. his hand on your back, keeping you close to him.

bruce is in love with your smell. he sniffs your hair when standing behind you, inhaling your pussy through your panties, pressing his lips to where you applied your perfume to your collarbone. he runs his hand up and down your body, getting hard just from the way you smell.

jason is a munch, you walked past in those little lounge shorts that cover nothing and let him see the outline of your pussy, his hands are on you in a minute, pulling you against him. you’re breathless, hopelessly grinding back against him as he dips his hand in your panties.

jason is a possessive mfer, he will stare down anyone who looks at you. he walks behind you in the store, a large hand on your back. one time a guy tried flirting with you when he walked off for one second—thankfully the dude didn’t touch you or else he would have he wouldn’t have hands anymore!—and he pulled the car over and laid claim to you right then and there, reminding you exactly to whom you belong to.

jason loves painting nails. rather, he likes you painting this, he thinks it softens his demeanor and makes him more approachable. but he loves painting yours, he loves picking out the color you wrap around his cock as soon as they’ve dried. he loves imaging the fresh nails pumping him, painting white ropes on your tongue. he loves when your fist takes what your mouth can’t, pumping him until he’s dry.

dick keeps eye contact when he eats you out, his tongue praising your pussy in circles and swirls. he pulls away when your head falls back against the bed. “nuh-uh baby, eyes on me.” then you raise your head and he rewards you by sucking your clit in his mouth, fingers tracing your entrance. “that’s my good girl. you know what to do.”

dick is an aftercare king. it scares you the difference between dick railing you through double digits worth of o’s and then gently washing you clean and applying cooling pads to your nipples, rubbing lotion into your limbs. you marvel at him, loving the softness in his eyes. you kiss him sweetly, breaking away with a smile.

dick loves feeling you up causally, working you up walking about in the mall. he will cop a feel no matter who’s watching, loving how flustered you get. he kisses the pout away from your lips and continues to love on you in public with his rockstar smile and a wink. the facade drops when you get home, pouncing on you before the door closes.

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omgomgomgomg ily2 also aaaah it was so cute I loved it thank you for satisfying my Dickie obsession

now make it nsfw 😏😈🤭

an: lovely dickie anon you are crazy, ily. have some head (canons), im trusting that you are an adult, yeah?

warnings: 18+, MDNI, oral (m and f receiving—at different times), dick x f!reader, fingering, choking, pet names (sweetheart, beloved, pookie bear, sweetums, pretty girl, beloved), some fluff at the end as a treat

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dick is a certified munch. one time he saw you looking a little too cute in that sundress and you were late to your dentist appointment. he is lowkey obsessed with your bush, the first time he went down on you, he made a little disappointed noise, noting your baldness down there. (since then, you occasionally trim, your beloved is much happier now.)

dick learned how to safely choke you, and bro hasn’t stopped. he will drag you back for another kiss by the throat, preening at the compliment of your moan.

he teases you for being so easy to turn on. some make out session later and his hand is dipping into your panties, groaning at your damp cunt. “all this for me, sweetheart?”

he figured out so quickly that you have a praise kink. you were giving him head and he said “you’re doing so well, pretty girl” and you ramped up your pace until his brain short circuited.

he teases you a lot, fingers in your pussy, curling them until you’re moaning his name, asking to cum, and he pulls away. he enjoys watching you thrash and your pretty cunt clench around nothing. it’s a little sadistic, but damn you look so pretty all flushed and wanton he can’t help himself.

in public, he calls you pookie bear and sweetums and honey bunch of oats because he’s dick. ofc he would. what surprised you was the possession in his voice the first time he called you sweetheart in private. there is a softer side to him that only you get to see, it’s quite sweet.

dick has been in love with you for ages, you started out friends after meeting at some gala bruce dragged him to. getting together felt like a natural progression of things, with you two sleeping together before make it official. you’re his safe space, a spot to sleep softly and rest after patrol. you learned to tell which smiles are fake and how to make his coffee. you know the story of all his scars, the one you can see and the ones you can’t. and you wouldn’t change it for the world :)

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hi hi hi can I request something with Dick Grayson and his oral fixation that just keeps getting him in trouble ? like he accidentally leaves some hickeys on his "totally not a girlfriend were just friends istg" neck, and Tim notices at family dinner or something hehehehehe i love your stuff all of it PLEASE write for Dickie more i beg you also it's his birthday yayyy

an: YAY FIRST REQUEST THANK YOU ILY THANK YOU ILY THANK YOU ILY THANK YOU ILY THANK YOU ILY THANK YOU ILY THANK YOU ILY THANK YOU ILY THANK YOU ILY THANK YOU ILY THANK YOU ILY THANK YOU ILY THANK YOU ILY THANK YOU ILY THANK YOU ILY THANK YOU ILY apologies for not having this out on his birthday! i got inspired and ran with it and was also working on my jason series, thank you for waiting patiently.

warnings: barely edited/no beta, hickeys, mentions of past sexual acts, fwb with dick, food fight, pet names (sweetums, baby), dash of angst, confessing feelings

you slowly wake, pressed to warmth. it’s not your first time waking up to dick grayson at wayne manor, but it still fills you with butterflies. waking up next to him after a night together is always a treat because he still treats you with kindness—unlike hookups of yesteryear. he feels you stir and tightens his grip on you, kissing your face.

you push yourself up a little and press your lips to his. he runs his tongue across the seam of your lips, quickly rolling you underneath him, clearly looking for a round two more like round five. you card your fingers through his hair, loving how he’s growing it out, as he presses kisses into your jaw, working his way down your neck.

you know your relationship is casual, but you say nothing when dick sucks a hickey or two into your neck, secretly loving the possession in it. you inhale sharply, pulling away.

"dick, oh my god."

"what?"

"the dinner. at the manor." you hand closes over where his mouth was.

"what's the problem?"

"your family. oh my god."

“they don’t care.” dick waves his hand dismissively. “you’ve been to a thousand dinners.”

“not with a hickey on my neck.” you hiss, moving up and sitting up, making dick back up a little.

“it’ll be fine. cover it up with makeup. sweetums, i promise it will be fine.” he doesn’t go too far, layering a hand over yours, gaze sincere.

“alright.” you concede with a kiss.

later that night at dinner, you show up with dick, slipping into the friendship dynamic infront of others. almost everyone is here, with duke, stephanie and cassandra to make appearances later in the night. you sit between dick and tim, doing a family style pass the food around to serve everyone (it’s alfred night off). jason sits across from you, stretching his long arms across to show you dick’s baby pictures (including one where he’s laying on his stomach, naked, as if that’s the first time you’ve seen his butt).

you blend into the chaos from such a lovely band of characters, talking and eating and your nerves start to settle. maybe tonight will go out without a hitch and you and dick can go back to his apartment with some wine and—

mashed potatoes are flung at hit the side of your neck. your eyes widen, turning to see tim looking genuinely apologetic. “yo, im so sorry. i was aiming for dick.”

dick cackles. “is that so?” and flings some peas back at him.

“oh, grayson, you don’t know who you are dealing with.” ignoring bruce’s pleads to stay seated, he rises and using his spoon as a launcher for more mashed potatoes.

you duck, throughly not wanting to get caught in the crossfire again. you grip your napkin, and hunched, walk over to behind bruce at the end of the table.

“i’m so sorry.” bruce whispers before yelling at his kids to simmer down.

jason notices and switches seats with damian, taking the napkin from your hands and wiping away the mashed potatoes with it. “there ya go. you got some gnarly mosquito bites under all those potatoes.”

you blush and take the soiled napkin back. you walk out of the dining room, casting a longing look at dick being happy surrounded by his family, and down the hall to the guest powder room. you lean against the door, shutting it close. your eyes close and you try to focus on your breathing.

there’s knocking, dick is calling for you. you step forward, twisting to face the door and open it. he steps inside, manhandling you further back into the bathroom to allow him more space. he crowds you, a hand cupping your face, thumb wiping a tear away. “what did jason say to you?”

“what?” the question put you back into reality immediately. “jason didn’t say anything bad.”

“can you connect the pieces for me? were we too loud for you?”

“no.” you whisper, turning your face and kissing his palm. “jay noticed the hickeys. he knows. and i’m scared.”

“scared of what?” dick asks, wrapping his other hand around your waist, bringing you in even closer.

you swallow, your hands press to his chest, as if drawing strength from him to speak again. “scared that this is moving too fast and i’m losing you.”

“you can’t get rid of me, baby.” dick leans and kisses your tears away, kissing your nose and then your mouth.

you savor the kiss, sweet and loving and perfect, before slowly pulling away. “we don’t have to decide this right now—but when you want to be official, i’m all ears.”

dick nods. “i would love that. i want to be with you.” he leans in for another kiss but then stops, his head turning sharply the door. “someone’s listening.” he reached over and opens the bathroom door.

jason, with damian on his back, steph, cass, tim, and duke tumble to the floor into a pile.

“jesus christ.” you mutter.

“hey. can i be flower girl at your wedding?” steph asks sweetly, her head propped up on her hands.

“sure.” you agree with a laugh. “as long as damian is the ring bearer.”

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hi !!! can i pretty please request a scenario with dick, where the reader is an artist who really likes vigilantes and tries to go after them at night just to have a little glance of them swinging in the sky for inspiration, always from afar, but one day they decide that they want a better look and they kinda get thrown into the trouble of a fight or smth but nightwing saves them, and if you could make them a little flirty with each other teehee ty 𖹭

an: thank you for the request! this is on the shorter side, let me know if you want a sequel. also, i am not an artist in the slightest, please forgive any misrepresentations.

warnings/tags: barely edited/no beta, mentions of blood, dick x artist reader, gn! reader, off page violence, pet names (michelangelo, paints)

wc: 888 words

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It’s midnight in Gotham, the city is restless.

You pack up your paint colors and a set of brushes. You add a water bottle and your portable easel into the messenger bag, slinging it over your shoulder, walking out to your car. You drive over to your favorite spot to paint, swiftly walking up the steps to the roof. The lock on the door to the rooftop is permanently broken–a mere plus and surely not the entire reason you come up here--you set up a portable easel on a rooftop, hoping for a glimpse of the vigilante that had become your focus. You had already captured the tiny Robin with the swords, Red Hood and Batman. With Spoiler and Red Robin out of town, you decide to focus on Nightwing–naturally he had been the hardest to capture. The former Robin frequently flips around, showing off, and you couldn’t snap a clear picture for reference.

Tonight has to be the night, you think. Two weeks of sleepless nights on cold rooftops only blurry pictures to show for it. You take a deep breath, trying not to get frustrated.

You hear footsteps behind you, and you turn, your heart leaping into your throat. Nightwing himself chasing some goon. You pull out your phone and video the rumble, trying to catch the way that his body moves in the pale moonlight.

“Hey, Michelangelo!” he calls as a metal stick lands at your feet. “Pass that back to me.” Your phone lowers, picking up the weapon and tosses it back. “Thank you!” He winks at you.

“You’re welcome!” You grin and wave, watching him disappear with the goon in tow. 

You look down at your phone, hoping your video captured the wink. You watch the video back, groaning in frustration, your phone was too low to capture his face, mostly getting his torso and shoulders. They weren’t bad shoulders, Nightwing was in incredible shape, but you wanted to get his face right–and you could never trust your memory when it came to those things.

You search the web, but Nightwing’s wink was nowhere to be found, stern sure, rockstar smile exceedingly common. But a wink? No dice. You clink your phone off and shove it into your pocket. You cross your arms over your chest, searching around to any sign of him. There was no way you could find him now.  You let out a sigh in exasperation, and decide to wrap it up for the night. You tuck away the portable easel into your bag, securing your paints before shoving them inside as well. You head downstairs and drive back to your apartment.

You’re sitting in traffic when you see the Bat-signal light up. Hope catches in your chest again, this could be your second chance. You drive closer to the signal, seeing Nightwing head off on a motorcycle, and you decide to follow him, you may never get this chance again. 

Nightwing pulls off into an alley, you flick on your turn signal and follow, pulling off to the side. You get out and follow behind–at a distance–phone at the ready. Nightwing approaches the goons, and you follow from behind, hoping for a good shot.

He is out numbered, five to one, but he doesn’t seem to worry. They all spring for him at the same time, and he successfully fends them off until one notices you. You squeak and freeze, Nightwing realizes and gets in between you two. “Michelangelo, we meet again.” He says, throwing a wink over his shoulder in the middle of throwing blows. “I’m beginning to think you’re a little in love with me.”

“In your dreams.” You smile, temporarily forgetting the danger you’re in until Nightwing saves you from getting a stray punch. You back up, edging back to your car.

“Get to safety, Michelangelo.” Nightwing says, putting another goon down. “I can handle this one on my own.”

“Have fun.” You say, jogging back to your car. There, you watch through the video back, smiling at the now fully captured wink. You melt a little in your seat, finally content and ready to paint. 

You open your eyes and see Nightwing walking out of the alley. He must sense your gaze and turn, jogging over to you. You roll down your window, “How’d it go?”

“Pretty good.” He leans in. “Are you following me, Paints?”

“A little.” You admit sheepishly, blushing at his proximity. “I only wanted a good reference photo of you. I’m doing a series on vigilantes.” You open your phone, showing him photos of your previous works.

“You’re amazing. Wow. Great work.” Nightwing compliments you at each painting. “Did you get the reference photo you wanted?”

You nod. “Yes, thank you.” Your gaze flickers down to his lips, in your mind you’re already mixing the paints for a perfect color match. He leans in and your breaths mixed, you inhale his scent, a little sweat and leather and someone else’s blood. You stop yourself from the kiss, reaching over and grabbing your seatbelt. “Tomorrow night. I’ll be on top of Gotham General painting. You can press your luck and meet me there.”

“Will do, Paints. As long as you promise to paint me like one of your french girls.” Nightwing smiles.

You laugh and turn over the engine. “Promise.”

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Hey! Love your writing and hope you’re doing well. If you feel like it, how about Jason Todd with a werewolf reader? I keep seeing werewolf Jason and I’m curious about the reverse. Reader doesn’t have to be a vigilante.

AN: thank you so much for the request! hope you enjoy! i’m open to making this a series, i just didn’t have any more ideas for this part lmao

warnings: worried jason my beloved, destroyed/messy apartment, a dash of angst, naked reader, pet names (baby doll, jay)

jason walks into reader apartment to find it torn to shreds, the reader’s things everywhere, the couch broken. instantly jason tenses, he’s exhausted from patrol, but he will be damn if anything happened to his partner. jason walks through the entryway, through the living room and kitchen and the breakfast nook, down the hall to the bathrooms and bedrooms.

in the far corner bedroom he finds you, naked, shaking and crying. jason clips his gun back onto the holster on his though and jogs over to you. “baby doll, you’re safe.” he kneels beside you, reaching out.

you shrink away from his touch, unable to fantom hurting your beloved. you know you did though when the hurt is etched into face. it’s easily the most distraught you’ve seen him look. the look brings you down to reality, and you take a deep breath. “i’m a werewolf.”

jay blinks. “that’s it?”

“yeah. this was only my second turning. people say the first three or four are the worst and then you learn to manage the beast.” you say softly.

“jesus, i can work with that. i thought you were assaulted or kidnapped or robbed or something.” he breathes a sigh of relief.

“you’re not upset.” you state the obvious, trying to process.

“baby doll, there is a sentient crocodile runnin’ around in the sewers right now. it takes a lot more than turning into a werewolf on the full to scare me.”

you chuckle and reach for him, wrapping him up in an embrace. “i’m sorry the apartment is a mess.”

jay clings to you. “that’s fine. if you want, i can ask bruce to send some people over to fix it up.”

you nod. “sounds lovely. i’m taking a shower.” you rise and and pad into the bathroom. thankfully, your transformed in the living room, so your bedroom and adjacent bathroom are mostly untouched.

“i’ll make the call, try to pick in here.” while on the phone, jason picks up the scattered items in the bedroom and bathroom. he sheds his suit and joins you in the shower, you wash him clean from the patrol before you step out grabbing a towel for both of you and handing him one. you pay dry, wrapping it around you and walking to your dresser. you thank him for picking up, rummaging through your tshirts until you find one of his for you to wear. in another drawer, you pull out a pair of his boxers for each of you.

you dress and slide into bed under the cover, jay crawls in after you, spooning you until you fall asleep

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good morning, good afternoon, or good night, i am river, i am 24, and i use they/he pronouns. after timtom went down the first time, i crawled back to this hellscape. any lovely person is welcome to be moots. im known for dcu x reader but i’ve expanded to mcu, mha and cod as well :). aside from the those, i enjoy percy jackson, stardew valley, tmnt, taylor swift, star wars, ohshc, and scooby-doo.

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hi riv darling <3 I have a request hehe ! jason x fem!reader who works at a gas station, she's kinda overworked and has very shitty shifts, he visits her or something like that pretty please ily :]

anything for you, clau baby!!!! coming vvv soon pinky promise

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hii river!!! what r u working on anything atm?? :)

hi, my love! i can't believe i posted an ama and completely forgot to answer the question i got.

answer your question, i have this post that is fully updated with the things that i am working on. below the cut i have placed an excerpt of my next post!

the door opens, and as if a cue, the lights start flashing. bruce gets out first, his hand reaching for yours on instinct. your left hand meets his, featuring some brand new shiny hardware. the two of you pause as a collective gasp is heard and the flashes grow in pace. you could see the headlines now: “bruce wayne, ENGAGED!” or “NOTORIOUS PRINCE OF GOTHAM NAILED DOWN” or “WEDDING OF THE CENTURY”

your smile pasted on, you get out of the limousine with bruce’s assistance and the both of you walk arm in arm into the gala. the flashing lights don't slow, and never stop until the two of you are out of sight, and the doors closing behind you.

you adjust your fur wrap, feeling a touch exposed. bruce tilts his head towards yours, lowly speaking into your ear. “is everything alright, honey?”

you nod, lacing your fingers into bruce’s again, letting him be your rock and your smile becomes genuine when you look at him. “of course, i got you.”