Plus Sized Beauty Stories

Angel Dick Grayson x plush reader

Dating Dick Grayson came with its complications.  Him being Bruce Wayne’s son meant that he was under the eye of Gotham; which meant that you were too.  Sure it was stressing, but you’d never do anything to change the fact that you were together.  

But sometimes, it did get hard.  You were with the most amazing man; beautiful, loving, would fight to the end of the world for you.  And then there was you.  You never saw yourself as the most attractive, and you weren’t the fittest person. You fell into the category of plus size. And you were constantly compared to his ex’s because of that.

Every time it happened you’d look in the mirror and look at all your flaws. But Dick would always be there to point out all you perfection and tell you that you were perfect.  In his eyes you were an angel.  The most perfect person to ever exist.  He loved you and only you.  And tonight was a perfect example.  You were at a gala with Dick and reporters had been there.  Their words the same as always.  

 “Say Y/N, when are you gonna lose the weight?”  “Y/N, Y/N, did you put on more weight.”

After that Dick decided that you both needed to leave; sensing that their words hurt again.  So now there you were, standing in the bathroom.  You were alone, and supposed to be taking shower. Instead, you were standing in the mirror, looking at your reflection.  Tears gathered in your eyes, nose sniffling.  You tried to move your eyes away from your reflection, but you couldn’t.  Soon, tears were rushing down your face; and your eyes reddened.  The same question ran through your mind.  Why did Dick stay with you?  He could be with anyone but he choose you.

Dick was back in the room, waiting for you to come out.  When he realized you were taking longer than usual, he went to check on you.  You heard his footsteps as they made their way towards the door.  You pulled on Dick’s shirt; trying to hide what you were doing.   His arms slipped around your body, pulling you close.  Your body turned rigid, surprised that he was there.  You took in a breath and became relaxed.

“Y/N?”  His voice hung in the air, waiting for you to answer.  When you didn’t say anything, he pushed again.  “Babe, look at me.”  He turned your body towards his; trying to get you to look at him.  When you turned you lowered your head.  Refusing to look at him.  You felt his hand under your chin; your head being pulled up to look at him.   Worry washed over his face when he saw yours.  

“Babe what’s wrong?”  His hands ran over your body, trying to comfort you.  You pushed his hands away and took take a step back from him.  “I just…why…” you sighed, feeling defeated.  You couldn’t even talk.  “I’m not like them,”  you said mumbling.  But he heard you.

Dick pulled you back into him and held you.  “It doesn’t matter that you’re not like them.  You’re so beautiful compared to them.”  He turned your body to face the mirror.  “I see a girl that was made by God himself.  I get to see this beautiful girl everyday, and I get to tell her how beautiful she is.”  You began to cry again, feeling how sincere he was.  Seeing how beautiful you were to him.

“Let me show you how beautiful you are.  Please?”  He waited for your answer before he did anything.  When you nodded your head, he took your hand and led you to the bed.  He sat down on the bed and pulled you with him.  Gently, he leaned down and kissed you, not doing anything until he knew you were comfortable.  Your fingers laced through his hair, giving a tug to it.  You began to kiss him with more intensity, pulling him in closer to you.  Soon enough, you were straddling his waist.  

He started to leave kisses on your neck, sucking and leaving marks all around it.  His hands grabbed your waist, pulling you back and forth on his thigh.  You were moaning at how good it felt.  The moans encouraged him to move you faster.  And you could feel your stomach tightening.  You were almost close from just that.

Your head lifted up towards the ceiling, with your eyes screwed shut and your hand over your mouth; trying to hide the whimpers of pleasure that came pouring from your mouth.  The feeling you got from him was overwhelming.  A whimper left your mouth when he stopped.  And when you tried to keep going his grip tightened; keeping you still.  

You were pushed onto your back and Dick was hovering over you.  He tugged on the bottom of the shirt, pulling it off you slowly.  Your hand went up to cover your stomach, but he pulled them away.  “You don’t have to cover yourself.”  Kisses trailed down your chest and down your stomach.  

You blushed at his words, truly believing them.  You laid your head back while he showed you how amazing he thought you were.

By the end of the night you had a smile on your face.  Dick had kept his word, and by the time he was done you understood how he saw you.  The two of you were pressed up against each other with the covers over you.  You propped yourself up on your shoulders and looked at him.  

He looked up and smiled at you.  Your face was flushed and your hair was messy, and in that moment he still thought you were perfect.  Leaning in, he kissed your forehead and then your lips.  He sighed, enjoying the moment.  

You were pulled in his chest, feeling his hands comb through your hair.  Listening to the sound of his heartbeat, you fell asleep.  Dick looked down at you in adoration.  Soft snores left your mouth and he started to laugh.

“I love you Y/N.”