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Relax | Dick Grayson

“I want to help you relax, Dick. Will you let me help you?”

“God yes. Please.”

Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings! NSFW 17+, penetrative sex, pet names, hints of choking, blowjobs, dirty talk, teasing.

(A/n: I haven’t written smut in ages so bare with me yall. )

He threw himself onto his bed with a loud sigh. He had spent the whole day training with the younger Titans and then doing some paperwork, as he was still a detective. So to say Dick Grayson was tired was an understatement. He rubbed his face with his hands, taking a deep breath in and then out.

He looked at his phone, it was 10:30pm and training was at 6am tomorrow . Why the hell did he make training so early? He groaned before deciding to have a shower. He turned on the water and took off his clothes.As soon as the hot water touched his skin, he visibly relaxed, letting his shoulders drop as his muscles became slightly less tense.

He spent another ten minutes under the water, rubbing honey and lavender scented soap all over his body with a purple loofah . When he had done, he hopped out and wrapped a towel around his waist; and used another smaller one to dry his wet hair. He hummed a song to himself that he couldn’t quite remember the name of as he walked back to his bed sitting down and checking his phone.

[knock knock]

He walked up to the door, expecting to see Kory complain about her sister or the kids, “Kory i’m kinda busy right now, can we talk later- oh” There y/n stood, in a long silky black dressing gown, holding a bottle of Rosé in her right hand and two glasses in the other. “Sorry to disappoint, I bought refreshments.” She smirked.

“Y/n i’m kinda.. well you can see why this isn’t a good time.” he said, his cheeks and nose dusted rouge with embarrassment. She looked down at his waist and then back up at his face. “I just thought we could… talk for a bit. You seem stressed Richard.” She taunted, waltzing into his room and setting the glasses aside. She plopped down on his bed and sighed loudly.

“Why is your bed so much comfier than mine?” she whined, stretching her arms. “Because I picked first- Hey don’t touch that.” he yelled at her grabbing her arm. She looked up into his eyes. She watched how his gaze softened slightly as he looked down at her lips and then back up into her eyes.

.“Don’t touch my stuff.” he said breaking the eye contact and taking a step back, letting go of her hand. “Ugh finneee. How bout that drink then?” she smiled bubbly, grabbing the bottle of wine off his dresser and opening it without spilling a drop. She poured some in both glasses, picking them up and passing one to Dick.

“I don’t drink Rosé.” he stated, grimacing at the slightly pink tinted liquid. “Oh? maybe how about red wine?” the glass of Rosé was replaced with a glass of red. Dick marvelled at this for a second before realising he hated red wine. “Wrong again, I more prefer a-”

“Martini?” A vodka martini was placed in his hand with a snap of her fingers. “Y/n. I-” “Just drink with me.”

He took a sip of the Martini, looking Y/n in the eye. He felt it burn his throat burn just a little as she watched him from behind her glass. “Taste good?” she asked, taking a step toward him. He hummed and nodded his head, taking another sip. “Tell me about your day.” She smiled, urging him to sit down. As he did so, she placed her hands firmly on his broad shoulders. “Shhh, Relax doll.” she whispered in his left ear.

“Well I uh, I did a bit of combat training with the kids and then sorted out some paperwork- ah.. fuck.” he practically moaned as Y/n pressed her thumbs between his shoulder blades. “You like that?” she whispered softly, rubbing his shoulders and back. “Fuck yess.” he groaned as she straightened out a particularly tight knot in Dick’s back. “Keep talking for me.” she said quietly.

“I- mmh- made myself some coffee before I got up here and then I hopped in the- ah- shower.” By now he was a mumbling mess, leaning his head back against her chest. She sat him back running her hands up and down his waist, her nails lightly scratching the skin.. “I want to help you relax, Dick. Will you let me help you?” she half moaned in his ear, placing a soft kiss on his neck and then his shoulder. She moved to his lap gracefully, rolling her hips a little. “God yes. Please.” he whispered against her lips. He looked up into her eyes, his own brown ones sparkling innocently. He placed his hand on her throat and pulled her in for a slow and sensual kiss.

She rolled her hips on his lap, his hands firmly on her waist guiding her. “Just like that baby, just like that.” he moaned. She kissed his neck again, marking him with her love, smiling to herself as she felt his cock grow hard against her ass. “Tell me how I can help you baby.” she spoke, forcing him to look up into her eyes. “God please just let me fuck you. Please.” he begged, grabbing her ass through her robe.

She hopped off of him, untying her robe and letting it fall to her feet . She smiled as she heard dick whisper “Fuck.” under his breath. She turned around to pick up her robe, bending down, exposing her ass.

She turned back around and untied the towel from Dick’s waist, rubbing his thighs softly as she knelt down in front of him. “You mind if i uh-”

“I don’t care, just do something, anything. please.”

She took him into her mouth, using her hand for what she couldn't fit in. She bobbed her head up and down, swirling her tongue around the head. She took him out of her mouth and began stroking him slowly. He moaned and mumbled incoherent curses, throwing his head back. “More please. I need more.” he whined, bucking his hips desperately into her hand. She decided to give him what he wanted because the whole point of this was to get him to relax a little.

She put him back into her mouth, inhaling through her nose. She took him deeper into her mouth, feeling tears prickle in her eyes. He grabbed her hair pushing her down and thrusting himself in her mouth, Tears rolled down her face, smudging her mascara. he managed to hit the back of her throat, making her gag a little. “Fuck just like that y/n. It feels so good. He fucked her face ruthlessly, as y/n hollowed her cheeks and stayed still for him to use for his own pleasure.

“Im gonna cum. Please can i cum in your mouth?” he pleaded, holding off his orgasm as best as he could. By now his hair was dry and fluffy, falling in front of his eyes, his cheeks were flushed, brows furrowed and his pretty pink lips were parted slightly. He grunted and groaned softly with every thrust as his thighs shook with overwhelming pleasure. She hummed “yes.” for him to cum, which didn’t take him long. It only took a few more thrusts before he had come in her mouth, slowing down his movements, a loud moan on his lips.

“God fuck that was so good.” he mumbled, still slowly thrusting his cock into her mouth. He looked down at her in awe. Her mascara and eyeliner was all smudged and she had cum dripping down her chin, yet she was still the most perfect woman he had ever met. “I want to make you feel good. Can i?” he asked, wiping the cum off her chin with his thumb and placing it in her mouth. She looked up at him and nodded innocently.

She sat on his lap, kissing him. He kissed her hard, grinding his cock against her pussy, he sucked hickeys into her skin, making her mouth fall open slightly. He took the opportunity to put two fingers in her mouth, to which she sucked softly. He placed her down on the bed, removing his fingers from her lips and teasing her with them.

He teased her entrance with his two middle fingers. She gasped a little when his fingertips just brushed past her clit. "You're so wet baby." he cooed, stroking his fingers over her cunt, she smiled at his playful nature, leaning up to kiss him again.

"Please~." she begged him as he continued to play with her pussy. He took it one finger at a time, watching as her eyes rolled back with pleasure. “Harder please.” She whispered against his lips as he rubbed her clit and put his fingers into her. "You like that sweetheart?” he asked, thrusting his fingers in and out of her, spreading them and curling them. He stretched her pussy out with just his fingers, loving how she moaned and cried for him to give her more. “Dick please.” she mumbled,

“You like my fingers deep inside you, making you feel good? Hmm Princess? Tell me how good it feels." He asked as his fingers pumped in and out of her slowly but firmly. The pressure was just right, the speed was teasingly slow, but not too slow. He curled his fingers slowly inside of her, rubbing her g-spot softly. She moved her hips at the same pace as the thrusting movement of Dick’s fingers.

"Fuck Dick. It feels so good. Please don't stop ." She moaned. He stopped anyway and looked her in the eye. "Beg for it princess. Beg for me." he spoke seductively into her ear.

"Please. I want you so bad. Please fuck me." She whined breathlessly, looking into his eyes innocently, although the embarrassment soon made her cover her face with her hands. "Good girl."

He continued to work his fingers faster into her as she moaned and pushed back on his fingers. He kissed her chest, specifically her boobs. Her mouth fell open as she felt Dick’s lips on her right nipple. “Fuck baby. I want you in me." she groaned as he took his fingers out of her.

He brought them to his lips and started to suck off her juices.

"Mmh you taste so good baby. You're doing so well for me love." He ran a hand up and down her waist, kissing the stretch marks that sat there. He kissed her tummy and then all the way back up to her lips.

“Do you want this?” he asked, stroking her hair behind her ear. She nodded enthusiastically, just wanting him to fuck her.

He lined himself up with her and held onto her hand, interlocking their fingers. He slid in with a groan. Her walls clenching around him made this all so much better.

"Fuck y/n you're so good for me. You're such a pretty girl. Mmhm Princess you like that?", he smiled down at her.

" Like it when I fuck you like this and call you a pretty girl, hmm?" He said as she felt his cock pulse inside of her. Her eyes rolled back and she arched her back. He was bigger than she had imagined, much bigger.

"Fuck I love it. " she cried out as his cock slammed into her. She furrowed her brows and grabbed her left boob, playing with her nipples.

Every thrust made her legs shake and her eyes roll back in ecstasy. who knew it would be this good. He flipped them both over and began thrusting a little harder. He rubbed her clit with one hand and held her waist with a firm grip with the other. It felt like she was on cloud nine.

Both of their moans and whimpers filled the slowly thickening air as he ruthlessly shoved himself into her cunt, slapping her ass every few thrusts; watching it jiggle upon impact.

"Fuck i’m gonna cum!!" she whined loudly, Dick’s fingers still rubbing her clit. "Cum on my cock baby. Be a good slut and cum all over my cock sweetheart." He moaned. He pounded her cunt, kissing her shoulder and wrapping his hand-that was previously on her waist- round her throat and squeezing gently. She came hard on his cock, her thighs shaking.

But Dick wasn’t quite finished yet. He picked her up and sat her down on his cock again. He groaned deeply as she began to roll her hips. "Don't stop baby. I'm so close." he whimpered, making her clench around him. He started thrusting up into her, holding her thighs. His pace was unholy as her thighs shook whenever his hips met her ass. His eyebrows were knitted together, he let out short whimper-like moans and his hair covering his hazel eyes. He looked so pretty like this, so pretty.

He flipped them back over so that they were back in missionary. she wrapped her legs round his waist, moaning loudly at how deep he was fucking her. He began to kiss her again, sensually and with passion. She flung her arms round his shoulders and tugged at his hair, making him whine again. god she loved that sound. It was a mix between a guttural moan and a whiny whimper. It made her wet beyond words.

"You close baby?" she asked, stroking his hair and tugging on it every now and again. He nodded and picked up the pace of his thrusts. "You're doing so good for me, so so good." she praised, watching his cheeks turn pink as he let a small chuckle leave his lips. “ ‘M close princess.” he groaned, watching as her second orgasm neared. "Cum with me, Dick. Cum for me." she whispered in his ear, which seemed to do it for him. They both came for a second time. He came inside her, his lips parted and a string of curses tumbling from his open mouth. so so beautiful.

Dick’s thighs shook violently with the ferocity of his orgasm. Y/n stroked her hand through his hair as he came down from his high, whispering sweet nothings softly into his ear. “You did so good for me, so so good. Breathe baby.” she cooed, planting a soft kiss at the base of his neck. “Goody boy. You feeling better?” she asked, watching him nod slowly. “Lemme clean up real quick.” she smiled, heading to his bathroom and cleaning herself up. She came back with a warm washcloth and began wiping up any excess cum. He sighed quietly at the heat of the washcloth, grabbing her hand and forcing her to stop.

“Thank you.” he whispered, millimetres from her lips. “Anytime Bird boy.” she smiled, kissing him. He pulled her into his lap, kissing her slowly and more passionately than the other kisses they shared that night. “Hold on.. Bird boy? Seriously?” he chuckled, running down her waist and over her ass. “Yeah, it suits you. Hey! hands off!” she giggled, slapping his hand away. “Oh c’mon, you love it. You know you do.” he smiled, grabbing her ass with both hands this time.

“Shut up.”

Thinking about being an elven princess and being betrothed to Fíli - to improve relationships between your kingdom and his- but being absolutely enthralled by Kíli (sorry to all my Fíli lovers but im having a moment here)

By dwarvish standards Kíli isn’t particularly handsome, but his brother is, so it makes sense that you’d be set to marry him. But theres something so special about Kíli that you can’t quite place. Is it his charm, his stupidly handsome grin, or maybe its his eyes..oh god his eyes.

You spend weeks -per your own request- learning about dwarvish customs and earning the people’s trust. BUT GOD DAMN Kíli is fine and you try to stay away from him, you really do, but by some divine miracle-me- you constantly end up being together.

Now to ease the pain a little, Fíli isn’t a complete idiot and is clear that you’re in love with his brother, and thats fine…coz he doesn’t want you either. But the wedding is tomorrow and its too late to cancel that ho.

whatever will they do???!?

i wanna write this so bad 😭😭

I love him so much. I just wanna squish his cheeks and give him little kisses. I cannot 😭😭

Current obsession

The sound of gagging was penetrating the air, washing over the shrubs in the maze and our knees ached from kneeling on the hard ground but you couldn’t find in yourself to truly care. Felix was thrusting in and out of your mouth, his hand firm on the back of your head as he guided your movement, groaning and breathing heavily above you. 

Every now and then his hips would buck up, his cock touching the base of your throat and making you choke around him. His hand would loosen on your hair and the small strands that were still entwined between his fingers would help guide you up, petting you afterward when you were gulping in breaths of air that he had taken away. “Are you alright?” He asks softly and you nod, leaning up to take a kiss from his lips before enveloping his cock in your mouth once more. 

“So good—oh fuck, it’s so good. Good girl, such a good girl,” Felix moaned, his thumbs finding the tears on your cheeks and wiping them away.

Relax | Dick Grayson Teaser

“I want to help you relax, Dick. Will you let me help you?”

“God yes. Please.”

Warnings! NSFW 17+, penetrative sex, pet names, hints of choking, blowjobs, dirty talk, teasing.

I am way to scared to post the full story so we’ll see how well this lil snippet does… holy hell i haven’t written smut in a long time.

He took a sip of the Martini, looking Y/n in the eye. He felt it hurn his throat burn just a little as she watched him from behind her glass. “Taste good?” she asked, taking a step toward him. He hummed and nodded his head, taking another sip. “Tell me about your day.” She smiled, urging him to sit down. As he did so, she placed her hands firmly on his broad shoulders. “Shhhh Relax doll.” she whispered in his left ear.

“Well I uh, I did a bit of combat training with the kids and then sorted out some paperwork- ah.. fuck.” he practically moaned as Y/n pressed her thumbs between his shoulder blades. “You like that?” she whispered softly, rubbing his shoulders and back. “Fuck yess.” he groaned as she straightened out a particularly tight knot in Dick’s back. “Keep talking for me.” she said quietly.

“I- mmh- made myself some coffee before i got up here and then i hopped in the- ah- shower.” by now he was a mumbling mess, leaning his head back against her chest. She sat him back running her hands up and down his waist, her nails lightly scratching the skin.. “I want to help you relax, Dick. Will you let me help you?” she half moaned in his ear, placing a soft kiss on his neck and then his shoulder. She moved to his lap gracefully, rolling her hips a little. “God yes. Please.”

“I want you. Just you.”

Andrew!peter x Fem!Reader

Peter f!cked up.. badly. Y/n hates him for what he did, but she loves him too much to give up what they have.

¡Warnings!

- nothing much, but a bit of implied smut at the end.

He sat with his knees pulled up to his chest as he stared at the blank white walls of his bedroom. He checked the time, 11:05pm. It was late. He blinked slowly, his eyes dry and tired. He just couldn’t sleep. He pulled out his phone and unlocked it. He contemplated calling her, his thumb hovered over the call button. Just as he was about to put his phone back down, her contact popped up on his screen. He smiled at the photo that came up. It was a picture of the both of them, she had given him a kiss on the cheek and peter had gone bright red. May had taken the photo, giggling at her nephew’s embarrassment.

“Y/n” he said just above a whisper. His voice was shaky with anxiety and tears welled in his eyes. “I know peter.” She responded, she sighed and frowned just a little bit. “I miss you.” he murmured, placing his phone up to his ear. y/n shook her head and held back the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. She sniffled and said, “Peter. I can’t do this right now-”

“Y/n i can’t live without you. I said that I’m sorry, isn’t that enough?” he asked, raising his voice a bit. He held his tongue and took a deep breath. “I didn’t mean to yell, I just, I can’t do this alone.” His voice was shaky again. He ran an unsteady hand through his hair. It had grown a little longer and it began to curl at the ends a bit.

“You should have thought about that before you kissed Gwen.” she replied, she was tired. Tired of being second choice. First with Flash and now with Peter. She thought it’d be different this time, she swore it would be. But just as she expected, she got tossed to the side like she was worth nothing. “Y/n.”

“No peter. I cannot do this with you anymore. You made up your mind, you chose her. Now leave me alone.” She ended the call and sobbed into her pillow. “But I love you.” He admitted as the call ended. He threw his phone in anger, he had never been so mad at himself for anything in his life, except when Ben died. He swore he wouldn’t let her down, but he did. He had a good thing and he fucked it up. And now he was going to hate himself for this for the rest of his life.

Y/n cried hard. She missed him, of course she did. But she hated what he did to her. He kissed Gwen. He knew how insecure she made her feel, and he kissed her. It was always Gwen. Flash left y/n for Gwen, and Peter was doing the same. Why? What did Gwen have that she didn’t?

Peter looked out of his bedroom window, watching the stars in the sky. They twinkled like fairy lights, brightening the night sky with their innocence. He breathed a heavy sigh. He really fucked up this time. But he was more than determined to fix it. He put on his old, faded red converse and a black hoodie and opened a window. He looked down onto the city, watching how the cars sped past and the city lights twinkled like stars. “I’m coming y/n.” he whispered before letting himself fall out of the window, shooting a web onto a lamp post and swinging through the city.

Y/n laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling, her earphones blasting music into her ears. Every now and again, a tear fell from the corner of her eye; she made no effort to wipe them, she let them fall- hoping they’d eventually sweep her away like the ocean. Peter tapped on the glass of her window, he looked in and saw her laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling. His heart broke, and a tear slipped down his cheek. “Y/n.” he whispered. The guilt hit him like a bus, he almost felt like he was going to fall. He attempted to lift the window, but it stayed closed despite his efforts. She locked it.

“Y/n!” he spoke, he tried to get her attention, going as far as to throw small rocks at her window. She heard a faint tapping on her window and got up. She knew she shouldn’t, she knew he was there, but she couldn’t help herself. She had to see him again, even if it was to yell at him and tell him to leave her alone, she had to see him.

“Y/n unlock the window. Please.” he whimpered, the tears were almost uncontrollable. “What do you want Peter?” she sniffled, wiping the tears from her eyes. He hopped through the window, putting his head in his hands in frustration.

“I.. I don’t-”

“Peter. If you can’t figure out what you want you need to leave. So what do you want?” she asked again, looking up at him. Their faces were so close. He looked at her lips, and back into her eyes. He swallowed hard. “I want..”

“You.”

She felt his hands on her face, his thumb stroked her cheek, and wiped away a stray tear. “I’m so sorry. I did something stupid and i hate myself for it, but i never meant to hurt you. That's not what i wanted, not now not ever. I want to be yours again. I don’t want her. I want you, just you.” By this point his face was in the crook of her neck, as he whispered these words to her. She wanted him. He’s all she needed. But he hurt her, and he hurt her badly.

“You really fucked up Peter.”

“Yeah. I know.”

“I don’t know if I can forgive you.”

“I- yeah I get it.”

“I love you. More than anything… but I need time.” he choked back a sob. He hated to hear it, but he knew he needed to, he had to listen to her and if that meant leaving her, then he would.

“I love you.” he cried into her shoulder, dampening the material of her pyjama top. They just stayed like that for a few moments, he didn’t want to leave. She was all he had, the only person who made him feel safe. With her, things were easy. He didn’t feel like breathing was a chore, living was easier, being Spider man was easier.

“I’ll wait for you.” he mumbled into her skin, kissing her exposed shoulder. He looked into her eyes, her cheeks were flushed, her cheeks stained with fresh tears.

“Before I leave, can I ask you something?” he said quietly.

“Mmhm.” she hummed, never breaking eye contact.

“Will you kiss me, just once before I go.” he chewed on his bottom lip, sniffling a little. He looked into her eyes, they sparkled innocently, he missed looking into her eyes, he could get lost in them for hours.

“Okay.”

"I love you." he said, kissing her on the lips, his kisses taste like cigarette smoke and candy. His hands planted themselves on her waist, rubbing slowly. Fuck. "Have you been smoking?." she whispered against his lips, her left hand on his cheek. He smiled sheepishly, nodding slightly.

“That’s hot.” She kissed him again. harder this time, their lips melting together. His taste was addictive, as was the way his hands went up and down her waist. he lifted her up, never breaking the kiss, his hands on her ass squeezing every now and then as he walked her to her bed, laying her down.

“One more thing.” he said against her lips. She looked dazed, her pupils dilated and her mouth open slightly. “Mmhm.”

“I think you know where this is going. Are you okay with that?” he asked, looking into her eyes for any sign of discomfort.

“I want you Peter Parker. Just you.”

“I’m here baby.”

he’s so skrimbly. like a used tissue.

i love him🥹

concept: logan in a tutu and tiara

me and the logan hoes 😭