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maddithefangirl · 1 year

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A Chance With A Stranger (Azriel x Reader)

Warnings: poorly written SMUT (Readers 18+ ONLY)

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: The innkeeper accidentally booked you and a certain Shadowsinger to the same room… with no other available rooms… with only one bed.

a/n: This is my first time writing anything sexy/smutty so I hope you enjoy it! I would love to hear what y’all actually think of this as I worked really hard on it. Thanks all <3 xoxo

You could not believe the predicament you have been put in.

You were on your way to your childhood best friend’s wedding in the Illyrian Steppes when you stopped at a nearby inn. It was Spring so the snow had just stopped, but that did not stop the bone-chilling cold that racked your bones. The warmth of the inn was a very welcome reprieve from the cold as you stepped into its warm embrace. There were so many people you couldn’t believe that your friend knew so many people. By the look of it the inn must have been fully booked.

You made your way to check-in desk along with several other people including some with wings. You were used to people with wings as you were from the Dawn Court. But the wings up here were bigger, smoother and a lot more attractive to look at.

As you wait in line you admire the quaint atmosphere of the place and take in the slight scent of snow and eucalyptus. Not exactly a warm scent, but it was still welcoming. Your turn in line came up pretty quickly as you’re greeted by a tall, dark skinned male with dark hair, “good evening, welcome to the Greenston Inn. May I get your name?” You return with a smile and a small, “hello.” Then take a moment before stating your name. As he checks the book you take in a long, deep breath finally clearing your mind after travel. “Huh,” you hear him mutter as he keeps looking back and forth over the same two lines, “I’m sorry ma’am but there is a slight issue with your reservation. It looks like we have accidentally double booked your room for the night with the man standing over there at the bar with the wings.” You could not believe it.

He called over the man you had been double booked with to explain the situation, “So, it looks like you were accidentally double booked in the King Single room. I’m sorry to say that we have no other availability in the inn, but you are more than welcome to keep the room.” As you listen you finally take a look at the stranger, and he is absolutely breathtaking. His dark hair was short and the perfect amount of messy. His tanned skin with hints of tattoos poking out the top of his collar were about as mouthwatering as his large arms. You had never seen someone so beautiful in your entire life. “Well, I have nowhere else to go so I’ll definitely take the room, and I don’t mind sharing,” you said to both males with a slight blush on your face. The stranger gave a slight smile and nodded, “If it’s okay I also need the room so sharing would be great.” Okay, you knew you offered but you expected him to decline! Well this should be interesting…

You make your way up to the room slowly carrying your heavy luggage, the stranger following close behind. By the time you both reach the room and head inside, you are beat. Exhausted from your day of travel you drop your bags and flop onto the bed, just barely able to hear the door close on the other side of the room, “Well, hi, my name is Azriel, what’s yours?” Your eyes shoot open and you sit up, “Um, Y/N,” you reply quickly. You take a look around the room for the first time. There’s an armchair in the corner made to accommodate wings with a faux plant next to it, and by the bed is an ensuite bathroom with a large bathtub and two sinks.

The bed you were on would be big enough for at least three fae, but an Illyrian? Not sure how you both will fit. Wait, why am I assuming that we are sharing the bed? “Hi Y/N, well how do we want to do this? I can sleep in the armchair no problem, I only need this room for one night,” he says just loud enough for you to hear. Everything about him seems to be soft except for his appearance. One night… You could handle one night. “Okay well I know that the chair will be so uncomfortable… we could maybe share the bed and build a pillow fort between us?” You said back. Silence filled the room and only in that moment did you see shadows coming off his form and slowly made their way to you. You mouth gaped not scared, but slightly concerned. That was definitely something you had never seen before. He chuckled and the shadows came rolling back behind him, “Sounds good to me as long as you are completely sure.” You smiled at that. He must’ve been the most respectful male you had ever met.

After that he left the room until after dinner, and you were thankful for the peace and quiet. Dinner was as you expected, but the whole time all you kept thinking about was a nice, warm bath. When you made it back to the room the bath was already running. Great. You decided to take out your book and start reading to pass the time.

The book was not enough of a distraction to take away the thoughts of how that attractive male was naked so close to where you sit now. Gods the things you would let him do to you. Your cheeks heated, and the thoughts kept spiraling until you hear the drain. That is enough to stop those thoughts and put your attention back on your book. The heat from your cheeks work down to your core. You make yourself look busy as you hear the door to the bathroom open. The male comes out with a towel low on his hips with water droplets still visible on his sculpted, tattooed chest. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t hear you come back. Let me go change and then the bathroom is all yours for the night,” he said in a hurried tone. You moved your book in front of face peaking over the top. You could not take your eyes off of him as he walked around the room retreating back to the bathroom. Those thoughts returned as his back muscles glistened in the lamp light of the room. Once he reaches the bathroom, you get up and get your things ready for your bathing time.

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The water heats you to your bones as you relax sinking deeper into the tub. Your thoughts go back to the Illyrian male that is not far from you outside the door. The way his muscles were on show for you to see for only a short time… that was magical. That thought goes straight to your core as a blush creep onto your entire face. I could be quiet… That thought excites you. Your fingers go under the water sliding down your body until you reach your clit. You put your other hand over your mouth as your breath hitches. Fuck. The water moves slightly as you begin to circle your fingers causing senses of pleasure to spread throughout your body. The pleasure is numbing to the other senses. So much so that you just about jump out of your skin when you hear Azriel drop something on the other side of the door, “Sorry!” Well that ruined the moment.

The water has long since grown cold as you step out to apply your creams and brush your teeth. There’s a robe on the back of the door you put on as you do your routine. When you exit the bathing room, you’re in a large t shirt and shorts as you put your things back into your bag. You take him in with his glasses low on his nose. He’s also reading as you were before propped up in bed with a pillow barrier already made. Azriel looks up at you with a light smile on his face, “I hope this barricade is good enough for you, I didn’t know how many pillows you needed to sleep with.” He only had one pillow behind him as he left you two to sleep with. Was he the most perfect male you had ever met? Pretty and thoughtful.

Sleep did not meet you when you reached the bed. Azriel seemed to find it easily, but you tossed and turned. When moving your foot grazed his leg and a bolt of electricity jolted up your body. Cauldron fuck. You took slow, steady breaths as you finally let sleep overtake you.

When you woke up you didn’t recognize where you were. You remembered there being a barricade but that must’ve been long forgotten as you were skin to skin with the handsome male next to you. The thought did not freak you out as much as seeing a wing flopped overtop you and something hard pressed against your ass. Damn. You didn’t know how to move without making things worse. But would that really be a bad thing? You shake your head trying to rid the dirty thoughts from your mind, but they wouldn’t go away, so you played into them slightly moving your ass slowly to see how he reacted. If his wingspan was any proof of how endowed he was, you were in for the morning of your life.

You had always heard that Illyrian’s wings were the most sensitive part of them, but you also heard that you should never touch their wings without permission. Fuck, what am I doing? This is a stranger! You must be going crazy. His cock hardens as he pulls you closer to him. So many things were swirling through your mind, but the overwhelming one was that you wanted him. Badly. So, you reach your hand back and stroke his cock through his sweatpants.

His breath catches and you freeze.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” he whispered into your ear. Now that he’s awake you turn around to look at him, still in his arms, “are you sure?” You asked back, wariness in your eyes. His cock twitches in your hand in response. You start stroking him again, but that wasn’t enough, so you find the waistband of his sweatpants and delve underneath. Under his underwear, you find his long, hard cock. Your thumb traces over the head as he hisses. You chuckle and begin stroking him again. His hips jut up and he grabs your face with a hand, leading it up to look him in the eyes. He brings your face to his in a long kiss. This was heaven you were sure of that. Azriel uses both hands and lifts you so that you’re sitting in his lap, hand still on his cock. He rids you of your shirt and takes in your pert nipples. Now he was in heaven. He takes one in his mouth and palms the other. His mouth makes you gasp in pleasure as he relentlessly sucks and nibbles at the nipple. You had no idea that pleasure like this could feel so good as it reverberates down to your core. His thumb rubs over the other nipple making it harden. He removes his mouth and switches to the other, sucking and licking the hard nipple making you moan loudly. Cauldron boil me.

Your hand moves over him in lazy strokes getting lost in your own pleasure as he releases from your breast. You feel your wetness soak into his sweatpants. A blush creeps onto your face as embarrassment overtakes you. He lifts your chin to look at him again, “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, angel.” He kisses you long and hard. You send him a small smile in return. He takes the lead now and moves your underwear to the side and pulls off his pants to let his cock free. Holy shit he’s huge. “Angel, hop on,” he whispers in your ear, nibbling slightly.

You give him a concerned look but ultimately do as you’re told and sink onto his long cock. A moan slips out of you as you bottom out. His hands grip your waist and start moving you slowly. The feeling is euphoric when you help and pick up the pace. The moans from you both fill up the room. He moves one of his hands to your breasts as they bounce with each stroke. A pinch of your nipple makes you stutter in your movements, but Azriel kept up the pace grabbing down on your hips again. You move your hand to your clit circling as fast as you can stand it getting close to the edge.

You move your hips in sync with his thrusts when he surprises you and flips you to where he is now on top. “Did you really think I’d let you take control, Angel?” he says just loud enough to hear over your moans. He rips off what little underwear you had left and picks up the pace, rocking into you as your moans turn into screams. Your legs are trembling and shaking as you inch closer to your release. “I want you to come all over my cock, Sweetheart, and I will fill you up in return,” he says, coming close to his edge as well. You feel the knot in your core shatter as your high washes over you. He moans in your ear, filling you up with his hot seed as he falls on top of you. His seed is spilling out of you onto the sheets, but you don’t care because you just had the best sex of your entire life. Wait. What the absolute fuck did you just do?

You sit up on your elbows and look at the male laying on you. He was still the most attractive male you had ever seen, but there was no way this was going to work. But as you look at his jet-black hair, you find something that pulls him to you. “Hey, if you’re not doing anything later would you like to go with me to a wedding?” You whispered, hoping he did not hear what a bold statement you just put forth. “Yeah, I’d like that, Y/N,” he replied with a smile.

#maddithefangirl #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #acotar x reader #azriel smut #poorly written smut #smut

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transingthoseformers · 8 months

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I am picturing the story starts during Thunderclash's funeral. Basically, when Megatron hears that their son is dying, he takes Starscream's midnight call and tells him before he can hang up, sending him the coordinates. Starscream doesn't thank him, but he does immediately rush from Cybertron, taking the fastest ship he can find with a deeply suspicious accompaniment with him.

No one on the Lost Light or Vis Vitalis expects him, except Firestar knows Thunderclash had marked a list of Cons allowed to attend and doesn't know-know but understands there is some connection. Megatron and Starscream eventually hover together and start talking about memories. Megatron finds he'd snuck into Thunderclash and finds Starscream talking to him softly, calling him his childhood nickname "Bitty". They have an intimate emotional moment and share their first genuine emotion in years.

Then they get interrupted and chased out and it closes off.

The personality ticks occur, but now with the additional parent-child reunion. Thunderclash is panicking and sick and also strangely comforted to have his parents watching over him like when he was small. Megatron tries to call him his birthname, but he bristles. Then Rodimus interrupts suspicious and leads Thunderclash away, and Thunderclash has a miniature breakdown all over him, saying he can't go into Rodimus's crew under false pretenses.

He tells Rodimus all about his life as MegaStar's first child growing up with the Decepticons and truly believing, watching things fall apart and get steadily darker, and then the final straw for him when he saw Megatron and Starscream's actions in the face of Nyon. Hot Rod helping the Autobots inspired young Thunderclash to leave and he confronted Megatron, leading to a large fight the phrases "no creation of mine" and "if you believe that you aren't my child" and Thunderclash having a heart-to-heart with doubtful uncle Thundercracker who breaks him out of grounding. Thunderclash runs off and changes his name.

He's young, the Cybertronian equivalent of a young teen, Rodimus is older, and runs into Ratchet while there. Ratchet kind of takes him in since he knows basic first aid as a helper and fosters him from there as Thunderclash learns everything and anything and gets a frame change away from a tank.

Rodimus listens to this increasingly upset story and Thunderclash's imposter syndrome feelings and doubts about his place and feelings of guilt and how it felt to have his own Carrier put a hit out on him and finds he likes messy Thunderclash a lot more and that he is very lonely and recognizes some of those feelings.

Plus it turns out Thunderclash is an ugly crier. Which Rodimus thinks is a bonus. He knows that he cries pretty.

He drags Thunderclash to his room for a session of Netflix and Chill which Rodimus does not realize is code for anything but movies and cuddling. They bond and Rodimus feels a little protective of the big guy and fully welcomes him to the Crew when Thunderclash thanks him for his kindness but says he understands that his invitation was no doubt rescinded.

Rodimus tells him "no take backs" and grins and Thunders swoons a little.

Starscream and Megatron meanwhile had a reunion themselves despite Bee telling Starscream this was a terrible idea. It was inspired by the sudden return of positive feelings surrounding saving their kid. Starscream leaves unaware that Megatron is carrying. Again.

Oh right the pre-funeral!!

Makes sense that the one damn thing they agree on rn is they need to see their kid, who is dying (maybe. Probably. He's Thunderclash, you two produced a kid that somehow was always dying but never does die)

Hmm. So Firestar knows ~something~ is up.

People must've had so many thoughts upon seeing that not only is Megatron here, but Starscream too. And they're vaguely near each other. A nice lot of mecha probably thought they were planning decepticon murder shit or something

aWWW YES. THEY'RE TRYING

THEY'RE FAILING, BUT THEY'RE TRYING

oh roddie oh thunder

this had to be one hell of an emotional moment between them, especially since it would conflict with what Rodimus thinks about Thunderclash in such a beautiful way. Because yes, I think Rodimus does deserve to see that Thunder isn't just an icon of the Perfect Autobot™️ to envy and resent, but an actual person with his own insecurities and flaws and oh Thunderclash.

Oh Thunderclash

Yes. Thunderclash is exactly an ugly crier, nice to see someone else agrees too.

He knows he cries pretty

Roddie how could you possibly know that, why do I feel like there's a story there

I mean hey sometimes you need to chill with some Netflix in order to Netflix and Chill another day. Aww. Yes.

Aww yes yes welcome to the crew Clashy

Bee tried lol Bee tried.

He failed, but he tried.

Again :)

#I don't care if envy and resent are basically synonymous I'm using them together regardless #Megastar's Problem Children #maccadam #transformers #megastar #idw bumblebee #idw starscream #mtmte megatron #mtmte thunderclash #mtmte rodimus #rodiclash #really sweet rodiclash #i like rodiclash and think it should be more popular #mtmte firestar #mtmte ratchet #okay but can you imagine attending your own funeral #that would be so fascinating

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lyn-js · 23 days

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Home Sweet Home | Chapter 7. Love me all Night Long

Rhett Abbott x OC Reader

Summary: Sunny Pritchett decides to move back home, but without a reason why. Once she's back she runs into her childhood best, friend Rhett Abbott. Rhett seems very surprised to see her. Not only that, but he sees she has a small child on her hip. Will Sunny try to reconnect with Rhett and tell him the real reason you she's moved back. Or will her past come back and find her until everything blows up.

Warnings: Mental and Physical abuse, PTSD flashbacks, swearing, fighting, smut 18+

You both finally get to the motel, you’re getting anxious about finally being with Rhett. But for some reason, you start to doubt yourself. Wondering if you were good enough for him.

You have dealt with so much from Gabe, from beating and slapping you around, to saying that you’ll never amount to anything. He has broken you down into a shell of who you originally were. You believed that you were beaten and broken beyond repair and that nobody would want to give you love. You were afraid after you told Rhett what happened, he would sprint off in the other direction. Wanting nothing to do with you, or Ollie ever again. But you snapped out of your untrustworthy mind and focused on being in the moment with Rhett.

When You both enter the room you feel a chill down your spine, your mind is going crazy. The only thing you can do is back up against the door. Not knowing where to go. You snap out of your daze when you hear Rhett, to see him take off his hat and toss it onto the bed. You walk back over to him, he meets you halfway and both of you start attacking each other's lips. You grab the back of his head, playing with the little ends of his hair and he grones into your mouth. He backs you up against the door pinning you with nowhere to go. Rhett releases your lips, and guides down to your neck, peppering soft kisses everywhere humanly possible. Traveling down to the tops of your breasts, mumbling sweet nothings the only one you can hear is him saying “You have no idea how long I dreamed about this darlin’.” He comes back up to your lips capturing them in a bruising kiss. You pull away to get a clear look at Rhett, and when you do once again his chest is heaving begging for air to get into his lungs. His lips were pink and swollen from the steamy make-out session you two just had, and a little smirk formed on his lips.

You both connect your foreheads and try to get a word out but nothing in your head makes sense. “R-Rhett… I just want to let… you know that I haven’t done this in a while.” You say with a weary voice, afraid to speak again. Thinking maybe he doesn’t want to be with you, that he already changed his mind. “I just want you to take it slow, but if you don’t… it’s okay, we can pretend-” Rhett cuts you off by putting a finger over your lip, and puts his hand on your cheek. You nuzzle into his hand, and you then flutter your eyes open to fully look at him. “Whoa, hey hey hey. Sunny-girl… we can take this as slow as you need. If you want to stop we’ll stop. Okay?” You simply just nod, trying to hide your face in the palms of his hand again. But he doesn’t let that happen. “I need to hear the words Sun, repeat what I just said.” You take a deep breath and repeat the words. “If I say stop, we stop.” that made Rhett smile, and earned you a kiss. “Atta girl,” he mumbles against your lips, you could just melt into a puddle on the floor by what he just said.

He pulls you once again into a searing kiss. While pausing in between kisses he manages to take off his shirt, leaving with a toned chest and stomach, and seeing a bull riding tattoo on his left peck. The only thing you can do is drag your fingers down from his hair to his chest, and then to his abs. Then gently tugging on his belt trying to take it off.

He takes his hands and slides them down to the backs of your thighs pulls away from your mouth, and mumbles against your lips. “Jump” You listened and he caught you in his strong embrace. Walking over to the bed he gently places you down on the mattress. You push up onto your elbows to see what Rhett is doing. He was just looking at you admiring how you look. You swear you could see a little glimmer in his eye, you really wouldn’t know why he would admire your body. You’ve been so beaten, and bruised you couldn’t even look at yourself for months just by how bad it got for you. But you're with Rhett. He wants to make sure you feel special and loved. You never want this feeling to end.

When Rhett’s looking down at you, he’s looking at your stomach since your dress was riding up when you laid on the bed. He can see the big blotched bruise fading black and blue near your navel. His hands go to your sides, and he kneels so you're face to face-with him. “What happened? Did Adam do this?” he removes his hand from the side and his fists are clenching on the bed, and only sees red. “N-no, no, no he didn’t do this. I swear.” That’s the only thing that you can say. Too scared to say anything else about how you got these bruises.

“What… What happened? Ya’ know you can tell me anything.” he says with a reassuring smile, trying to lighten the mood a little bit. “Trust me… I do want to tell you, but I’m afraid.” you're trying to avoid eye contact with him, but he tilts your chin up to have your full attention back “Afraid of what Sun?” he asks you with a little bit of concern in his voice. “Afraid you’ll look at me differently. That you're going to run for the hills after I tell you. I just got you back… I-I can’t lose you again.” You're trying to hold back tears, you're just feeling so ashamed and exposed. You just want to crumple up into a little ball, and never see the world again.

“Hey… look at me Sunny-girl.” You direct your vision over to him again, taking a deep breath and letting him continue. “Look. You don’t have to tell me everything right now at this moment. That’s your business. You can tell me on your own time but eventually, I would like to know more. If that’s okay?” he asks, taking one of his hands and wiping the stray tear that’s on your cheek. “That… that would be okay,” you whisper back to him. In return, you see him with a growing smirk on his face.

He comes down to the side of your face and mumbles in your ear “Can I kiss you again, pretty girl?” He comes back up and he gets closer to your face you can feel his breath on your cheek. You simply nod, and say a quiet “Yes please” and you both attack each other's lips again.

You come to sit up a little bit on the bed and untie the string on the back of your dress. Once you finally get the knot untied, the top of your dress falls to your stomach. Exposing your breast to the cool breeze. While Rhett is once again attacking your neck in little kisses, when he’s done making some marks on you, he moves down and puts his lips over your nipples, enrapturing them in his warm mouth. “So beautiful” he whispers over your skin, sending little shivers down your spine. While he puts his attention on your breasts you rake your hand from his broad shoulders and slide down to his jeans to try to remove his belt and unbutton them.

He moves himself from your chest back to your mouth giving you one final kiss before standing up. He takes a step back taking off his jeans, just leaving him in his grey briefs, and you can see the outline of his bulge. “Like what ya see baby?” you almost buffer from the term of endearment. He slowly strides back over to you giving you a passionate kiss before taking his hands to pull your dress off. He looks back up at you “Can I take this off you pretty girl?” You quickly nod wanting to shed off your clothing. “Words Sun.” “Y-yea” you shudder while feeling Rhett's knuckles skim over your skin.

He starts to pull down your dress, but he stops when he sees the wet spot on your panties. “You're this wet for me Sunny-girl?” again you don’t have control over your words, so you start talking nonsense. “Yea, all for you. A-all of this… is for y-you.'' After that, he rips off your panties and then places little kisses on the inside of your thighs. you can feel his breath on your pussy it makes you shutter. He looks back up at you and says “Are ya’ ready Sunny-girl?” “Yes yes yes!” you say not waning another moment away from each other. Then, without a second longer, he dives right into your heat licking up and down your folds, your eyes roll into the back of your head and you're certain they might pop out. His nose hitting your little bundle of nerves over and over again. You're trying your hardest not to squeeze your legs together so instead you tighten one fist in Rhett’s hair, and the other in the sheets.

Suddenly you can feel the little band in your stomach tighten and about to snap, already reaching your high. “Come on Sunny-girl. Cum for me.” you hear him whisper and then go back to licking your heat. “Rhett I’m a-about to cu-“ when suddenly your high washes over you, almost having the feeling of drowning in ecstasy.

After he is finished eating you out like a man starved, you pull Rhett back up wanting to encapsulate his lips into another kiss. He does so, also coming up to wrap you in his embrace and never let go. He goes back up and takes off his briefs, and you see his erection spring up on his stomach. “R-rhett that’s not g-gonna fit!” you blurt out. Your cheeks start to fill with heat and get darker within seconds, and you once again want to curl up into a ball of embarrassment. How on earth would you say that out loud? You think to yourself. He lets out a chuckle. “Don’t worry baby, just try and relax. Everything is gonna be fine,” he says calmly. But instead, you feel his fingers enter you, you let out a gasp, another band tightening in your belly.

He gently adds another finger into you and mumbles against your lips “gotta stretch you out so you can take my big cock. Plus I wanna get you all nice and wet. Ya’ think you could pull another for me, baby?” The only thing you can do is let out the most wanton moan and nod aggressively. Not confident in speaking, maybe not able to speak since what this amazing man is doing to you. You start to feel the band snap and tell Rhett you're about to cum, when suddenly it comes faster before you can speak. You let out another moan, and your legs start to shake heavily, unable to control your own body.

When you come down from your second high, Rhett grabs both of your thighs and hitches them up on his waist. “Do we need a condom?” he asks you. “Don’t worry cowboy, I’m on the pill… and I told you I haven’t done this in a while. Just… just go slow. Please?” you say in a breathless and quiet tone. “Nice and slow, okay?” You put your hand down and stroke him a few times, then you’re rubbing his cock on your slit trying to get a little bit of pressure onto your core. But when he’s about to enter you, he stops. “What are the rules baby?” you blow out a breath. You take a moment to fully look at him “I say stop, and we stop.” your body shudders when he says “Good girl.”

You can feel him slowly slip inside you. He feels so big. You’ve never felt this full in your life until Rhett, It feels like he was ripping you apart and then putting you back together again. You move your hands to your clit, trying to add more friction to what Rhett was already doing to you. But he stops you from reaching down, instead, he takes your hand and pins them above you so you won't move.

You suddenly feel him lift you and thrust into you deeper than he was before. Hitting that spongy spot inside you over and over. “Oh god, you feel amazing baby,” he whispers in your ear. That snaps you in half. You start to feel that high again in your stomach. What sent you over the absolute edge was when Rhett slipped one of his hands beneath you and started to rub your clit in a fast motion. You cum again, shuddering against him, and pulling a third orgasm out of you. You have never felt this amazing in a long time. Seconds later you feel him shudder against you, pumping you full of his seed, and gently fall on top of you but not putting his full weight on you, he flips over on the other side of the bed.

Both of you are trying to catch your breath, when you suddenly say “That was…” “Fun?” He tries to finish your sentence but you both end up letting out a breathy chuckle. He says to you “Don’t move your pretty self, I'll be right back.” He quickly gets up, but when he's about to walk to the bathroom you give his butt a little smack. He turns back around to look at you, “You're a little minx, ya know that Sun?” In return, you just give him a smirk. “Say what ya want cowboy. I just can’t resist that little bubble butt ya have.” He kneels on the bed and gives you a quick peck on the lips, then he walks back to the bathroom.

When he comes back he sees you spayed out on the bed, only your bottom half being covered by the sheet. Rhett walks over to you and is running his hands down your body. You turn your head and look up at him and you see a smirk growing on his face. “Where’s your pretty head at cowboy? I can almost hear what’s going on,” you point to your head. Rhett sits back down on the bed, dramatically ripping off the sheet that was covering your bottom half, letting the cool air hit your core. Then, you let out a hardy laugh and move closer to his face until you can't get any more space between the two of you.

“Just thinkin’ how this is real. About how I’m with you right now” he kisses you, “in this bed, *kiss* with this beautiful body displayed for me *kiss* and letting me finally be a part of your life *kiss* and Letting me love you *kiss*.” Your eyes are welling up with tears, you just wanted to keep him in this bed forever, and never let each other go.

But that feeling disappears quickly when a slightly cold cloth hits you right in your pussy. Letting out a little moan in the process, and Rhett kissing you again and trying to distract you. You both stop kissing when Rhett throws the towel in the hamper in the corner, lies down behind you wrapping his hands around your middle and pulling you close to his chest.

You turn over on your side, but when you do Rhett is already looking at you. “You've no idea how long I've been dreaming about this.” you climb onto his chest saying in a quick tone “You already said that cowboy” with a smirk creeping up on your face. He suddenly flips both of you over and starts peppering your face with kisses. When you finally give in he releases you and you both look at each other with such affection and gratitude. “From the moment I saw you in the market, I haven’t stopped thinking about you Sunny-girl.” you could swear your heart burst into a million little pieces with love. “I might sound crazy right now… but I’m done pretending that you're a friend to me. When I see you so much more than that.” you start to front a big, bright smile on your face. “Ya know what? I’ve been thinkin’ the same thing.”

You lean into his embrace and give him a passionate kiss. Wanting to savor this moment forever, and never wanted to let this magical moment go. You both finally lay down and cuddle into his warm embrace. Laying your head on his chest hearing his heartbeat starting to die down, and putting your face into the crook of his neck, Rhett in return placed a loving kiss on the top of your head. “Rest a little bit sun, I’ll be here when you wake up,” he whispers in your hair, then gives one final kiss, and both of you fall into a light slumber.

You feel so special to be with someone you wanted your whole life, and now you finally get to have this special moment with Rhett. You almost feel like your old self again. I hope this feeling will never go away.

End.

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I'm so excited to be on this journey with all of you.❤️❤️

Sorry babes for not posting yesterday, this week has been hectic and all over the place. Luckily, I've had some free time today to finally post this week's chapter. Love you all.

Reblogs are always welcome. Unless you're under 18. I will block you. and comment if you wanted to be added to the taglist.

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#rhett abbott #rhett abbot x reader #outer range #lewis pullman #rhett abbott fic #rhett abbott imagine

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unbloomingmoonflower · 9 months

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part of you, part of me

The strangest of things that could ever occur was a divinity falling in love with a mortal. Such a thing, you would only hear about it in faerie tales that mothers would tell their children before it was time to venture into a land of dreams.

Aymeric had always believed himself a realist. In his aim to lead Ishgard into a brighter future, he had no time to revel in such childhood stories. Not when peace talks were being done, alliances made, all to ensure a more peaceful era.

Such irony was it that a woman whose heritage claimed to be of a divinity currently walked within the walls of Ishgard--and within the borders of his heart. A Hyuran woman of sun-kissed complexion dotted with droplets of stars, with ebony hair and obsidian eyes, fascinated by the world around her. Venus, her name was, carried true divinity within her blood and yet was not so worldly to the realm of mortals.

"Do not all the gods watch what we do?" Aymeric had asked Venus once, as snow began to fall afresh over Ishgard. A marveling Venus lifted her hand to catch the flakes within her palm and simply answered thus: "Not many of the gods do. My sire does, yet has kept me shielded until I made the choice to abscond here."

Aymeric could not help but feel pangs of adoration and envy for Venus, at how she moved freely as the wind, and spoke of a world beyond the fabric of Eorzea--a world where the divinity stayed. He found amusement when Venus once said, "Lady Halone does cherish the people of Ishgard. The souls you worry of finding peace have done so in her grace."

In exchange did Aymeric say tales of the mortal world, of how Eorzea's people had aligned to reach true peace. Venus listened with such rapt attention, asking so many questions akin to childlike curiosity. It was endearing, truly. It moved his heart to bring such joy to Venus' countenance.

Now, as grey clouds loomed overhead, a chill had gripped Ishgard. Venus had wandered off and Aymeric took it upon himself to seek her out. Light snowfall began, melting upon the cobblestone streets upon contact, as Aymeric looked to and fro for the wandering goddess.

Just little ways beyond the cathedral, overlooking the rest of Ishgard, stood Venus. Her hands were against the stone railing, the cold wind toying with her hair. Exhaling a breath of relief, Aymeric approached the goddess, keeping his strides careful and even so as to not startle her. She glanced at him once he was fully at her side. "Weren't you supposed dealing with matters of state?" she asked curiously.

Aymeric shook his head. "That has been concluded, in a rather timely fashion," he answered. "What brings your thoughts out here?"

Venus gave a rather light shrug. "I wonder if my being here is causing situations for you in which you've had to defend me. If I am burdening you with my presence. I've said before, Aymeric, that Ishgard's people would see me as a heretic even if they see proof of my divinity before their very eyes."

"I recall. I've also asked for you to let me protect you."

"You did. I suppose I...worry. I am not a mortal woman. I am not of some noble house. What if this jeopardized everything you've striven to build?"

Aymeric's expression softened as he reached out toward Venus. His fingers caressed along the line of her jaw, the tips brushing against her cheek, prompting Venus to bring her gaze to him. No words were exchanged; just the simple action of Venus lifting her own delicate hands to touch along Aymeric's wrist and hand.

"This will jeopardize nothing," he murmured, curling his fingers over her seeking ones. "If I must, I will throw it away. Let the people elect another Speaker if it means that you will no longer worry."

"You don't need to do that. You're bringing Ishgard to a new dawn," replied Venus, her brows furrowing.

Letting out a soft breath, Aymeric moved his arms, winding them to bring Venus into an embrace. "Then you need not worry. You have become a part of my heart, Venus. So long as you remain, I will devote my all to you," he promised, his intentions clear. He was not going to shy away from the feelings he experienced with her, not going to second guess himself on his own happiness.

Her happiness was his own. She had become part of him. And surely, she must have felt the same for she did not pull away or rebuke his words.

Instead, Venus leaned closer into his embrace, her own arms banding around Aymeric tightly. "And I you. If I could right, I would renounce my divine blood and just live as a regular woman at your side..."

"You needn't change a thing about yourself," Aymeric chastised, his fingers seeking the ebony locks that flowed down Venus' back. "I did not fall in love with you for what could be changed. It was simply for you being as you are."

"Is that a promise?"

"It is. And I will prove it to you, every day."

#moonie writes #aymeric x venus #aymeric de borel x oc

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n1cholaswang · 2 years

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P1HARMONY AS DRUGS

description: self explanatory. piwon members as drugs ive done before. for legal reasons, this is a joke and i have never done a drug in my life

a/n: THIS IS FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES (and a filler post). DONT TAKE ANY OF THIS SERIOUSLY.

THEO as ALCOHOL

• dangerous.

• do not let this man drive

• y'all will NOT make it home

• he just comes off as a drinker to me

• the park jimin of p1harmony

• give him 2 shots of whatever and bro will be the life of the party

• im talkin like ... twerkin, pole dancin, stripin in the club, flirtin with anybody and anything

• even inanimate objects 😕

• if y'all been drunk before, yk damn well y'all be trippin over anything and laughin your ass off

• y'all remember that live with keeho when he beat bro tf up?

• that's him drunk but 20 times worse.

• steer clear of drunk theo.

KEEHO as EDIBLES

• chill

• best music taste in p1h

• funny asl and for what

• ooh but don't leave bro alone in your kitchen

• he gon cook up the most random thing

• but you BEST BELIEVE it's smackin.

• watch a movie with him and y'all would be pausin it every two seconds cause you can't read the subtitles fast enough

• i was gonna just put straight bud instead of an edible but nah

• keeho gives me "made edibles for a living pre-korea" vibes

• keeho 🤝 vernon

• they prolly both sold edibles out the garage for some cash

JIUNG as WEED

• fellow stoners, just imagine this with me.

• driving late at night with jiung, smoking blunt after blunt, blasting music, laughing at each other's jokes, going to eat out when y'all get hungry, giving each other guns at traffic lights, a lil messy wet kisses while blowing smoke into each other's mouths <3333

• lord gimme a jiung.

• idk

• i can't explain it but jiung as weed just makes sense

• the chillest of chill

• literally will let anything slide

• even if you murder somebody in his living room

• "it's cool, we'll clean it up"

• god i love him.

• will make you fall in love with music fr.

• best music taste pt 2

• ugh and ik he can roll well and fast 😩

• I WANT HIM SO BAD !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

INTAK as OXYCONTIN

• now i've only done this once

• and it was while i was high off bud too so bare with me

• chill pt 2

• but in a chaotic way ????

• will talk your goddamn ear off about the most random things

• im not kidding.

• he will talk about what he did on november 6, 2008 even if he don't remember fully

• you wanna know his life story?

• give this man an oxy and LORD you will feel like YOU raised him

• oversharing.

• so. much. oversharing.

• he's cute tho so we'll let it happen

• watching youtube until y'all fall asleep 🫶

SOUL as COCAINE

• ...

• don't y'all EVER give lil shosho a bump.

• he will be bouncin and dancin off the walls.

• talkin your ear off pt 2

• but in japanese

• he don't care if you know the language or not

• bitch you gon listen to what he has to say 👿

• twerking machine.

• like stop him please.

• too much ass

• and he be throwin that shit in a circle

• like OKAY NEPHEW I SEE YOU

• but also pls stop too much energy

• will talk to you and tell you about his memories like he was japan's el chapo

• like,,, "yeah i stole a pen from a bank then stabbed that pen into someone's backpack because they told me i was stupid"

• ... okay lil psycho

• you do what you want babe <3

JONGSEOB as WEED + COKE

• i've only had this combo like,, thrice ???

• and bro.

• it's the most jongseob experience ever

• i remembered everything from my childhood 💀

• nah but fr

• jongseob as the combination of both bud and soft is also dangerous

• but not theo-putting-your-life-in-danger dangerous

• im talkin,,, like

• brent faiyaz dangerous

• y'all would smoke a blunt, do a bump them smoke another blunt like it's all normal

• he'll tell you just about anything

• he's one of those talkative people off coke

• sharing his experience training at yg compared to training at fnc

• working with the trainees at yg compared to working with the trainees at fnc and his current members

• fanboying over newt <33333.

• talkin on and on about his passion for music, while playing music

• specifically brent faiyaz cause ik his smokin playlist is fire.

• doin bumps with j cole playin 😻

• "the qualities that make up the people who listen to my music are like... empathetic narcissism, attention to detail, over indulgent personality when it comes to... sex and drugs and... if you don't get it, you don't get it. but if you get it, it's cause you livin"

• and he lives by that brent faiyaz quote.

• trippin tf out over asap rocky's lsd mv 💀

• "i know im folded but... 😦"

#p1harmony #choi jiung #yoon keeho #choi taeyang #hwang intak #haku shota #p1harmony soul #kim jongseob #jongseob

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obsoleteozymandias · 5 months

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Hi! looks like requests are open, so can I have a matchup for Twisted Wonderland?

I'm gonna go by 🍓. My pronouns are she/her and I'm pansexual

Appearance: I'm a short, dirty-blonde haired woman (161 cm) and a little on the heavier side 🥲. My hair is usually cut to my shoulders. I like to dress in cute and comfortable clothing, and my friends say I have good taste in fashion. Most of my closet gives cottagecore vibes and my favourite colours are green and pink

My MBTI + Enneagram is ISFJ 2w1 and my star sign is Aries, but I'd say I'm VASTLY more chill than the stereotype

Personality and Interests: I like to say I'm a kind and cheerful person, and people just feel at ease talking with me. One thing my friends and family especially likes about me is my smile. They just can't help but feel happy when they see it (allegedly). I mentioned that I was on the heavy side, and that really took a toll on my mental health, especially in my childhood. I had to work so hard to rebuild my self esteem and my own health (kids and "adults" can be so cruel sometimes. goddamn 😭). I'm happy to say that I'm in a much better place now. I work out because it makes me happy, and I eat healthy for the same reason. I still cannot burn off the stubborn fat though 🥲. My insecurities often get the better of me sometimes, but I try to persevere regardless. My main goal in life is to make people smile, so I want to own a bakery in the future. My family is a strong believer in the power of kindness, so I believe that's how I can uphold that belief. I love making food and my love language is making food for others, especially sweets

Likes: Baking, cooking, sweets, sharing the baked goods I made with my friends and loved ones, anime, video games, clothes

Dislikes: Bullies, confrontation, fake friends, dishonesty, cruelty, spicy food

Ya boy (me) finally got the ssr sebek card y’all! Thanks for the request!

== Twisted Wonderland ==>

I match you up with…

Jack Howl (NOTE: Trey was an obvious choice for you, but I don’t feel I have as much to say about the dynamic there as I do with Jack, so Jack it is!)

Jack’s a hard nut to crack, especially since he comes off as cold and disinterested, but I fully believe someone with your tolerance and absolute belief in kindness would not only earn his trust, but his respect as well.

He’d be the kind of man to stick by you no matter what, like a loyal dog (lol). If you’re in a dark place, whether physically or mentally, you can bet he’d be there in a heartbeat.

Jack will absolutely join you for workouts! He’s all about self-improvement, and part of his respect and love for you absolutely comes from your drive to get better.

Bake. Jack. Sweets. Especially anything with pears, since they’re his favorite. I hate to keep making dog references, but the instant you tell him you’ve made him something, his tail starts wagging all while he tries to feign mild interest.

It does not work.

Thankfully, as his SO, you can tell how pleased he is. It helps when he gives you a kiss on the forehead as thanks.

#oz’s requests #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland matchup #twisted wonderland x reader #jack howl #jack howl x reader

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diaryofahealingbxtch · 2 years

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Having a second kid is simultaneously the scariest yet enticing thing.

I let it all out and told Trent about all of my concerns. Things I had already mentioned in therapy, but held back on at home. All he had to say was, “We can wait.”

I asked him how he felt about it all, after voicing my concerns, maybe he’d feel comfortable sharing his. I always try to remember we’re married now, I should feel free to express myself around him. He gave me a simple “👌” gesture. He genuinely feels indifferent to trying now vs trying in a few months to a year. We both agree we don’t want a huge age gap between our kids, but if I’m not fully committed to the idea of it, we can wait.

The issue is, I am. I 100% want to go on and start preparing for another kiddo. I miss the excitement of counting down the weeks & feeling the kicks in my tummy. The surprise of what our newborn will look like, as accurate as those 3D ultrasounds are. There’s nothing quite like holding that squishy lil thing in the flesh. I don’t think I have baby fever, as my firstborn is relatively small still. I absolutely love her little feet and her smell as if she was still fresh out the womb!! Her clothes are still tiny compared to mine & she’s just got the best little personality. I don’t feel the URGE to bring another child into the world, but it’s constantly on my mind.

I’m afraid of failing to meet my first born’s needs while experiencing pregnancy again. The first time I was so sick and emotional, I don’t know if I could balance the two. I read some forums earlier about how second pregnancies can be dealt with easier because you are so distracted with taking care of a toddler, you can’t really focus on how sick you’re feeling 😅.

A lot of people I know have recently brought another child into this world or are in the works of it, and others are strictly 1 & done or have large age gaps. Anyone who’s successfully survived having 2 children that I know personally had them several years ago, which I suppose that doesn’t make many things different, but I can’t help but believe the economy and era was different for them. I always fear an impending financial hardship, losing housing or our jobs..

I guess what I’m tryna say is I’m scared of not being able to give my already earth side child everything I’ve got. I understand some things are out of my control and I can make it work because I’ve got that kind of determination, but this decision to have more kids is all me at this point. I absolutely love being a mom, but is that because I have a chill kid? The second could be a total hooligan that gives me gray hairs before I’m 30.. heck, this one has time to do that too! I really don’t like the unknown.

It’s funny because how did I ever manage to bring the first one into existence with such anxieties like this?! I’ve always had anxious thoughts.. but I guess my biological urges took over. Monkey brain reassured me that we’ve been repopulating the planet for decades, Shit, centuries! Not to mention, I was an impulsive 20 year old who didn’t give too much thought into her future. Having my kid seriously put so many things into perspective, and I learned quickly that all of my decisions, impact her childhood. My 20s experience is literally my kid’s youth bruh 😀

When I look at all the little details about having 2 kids, I don’t see many differences from just having one. Sure that’s another mouth to feed, butt to wipe, car seat to buckle.. but the first kiddo will gain more independence in time. It’s just those first few weeks.. the engorgement pain from breastfeeding (assuming the eldest decides to wean), the lack of sleep, the POST PARTUM DEPRESSION AND ANXIETY..

I try to remind myself that it goes by so fast. I survived it once and I’m better skilled now with coping & knowledge that I could survive it again.

The only thing truly stopping me? Really?

The IUD baybeeee

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streamsofstardust · 2 years

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truth or dare | d.r.w/s.f.k

danny wagner x reader x sam kiszka

word count: 5,971

content warnings: pure filth obviously. dirty talk, degradation, dom!danny, choking, spanking, praise kink, penetrative sex, oral (m & f receiving), squirting, smoking that good ole mary jane

summary: a chill night in with your best friends danny and sam takes a bit of an unexpected turn in the best way possible. sometimes lines should be crossed, right?

Thursdays were without a doubt your favorite day of the week. Every thursday for as long as you can remember, you had spent your night with your childhood best friend sam kiszka. When the two of you entered high school and sam found a best friend and brother in danny wagner, he quickly joined in on your weekly escapades. The three of you were truly inseparable, doing nearly everything together and never once straying from the comfort of it. They were everything to you just as you were to them. And although everyone around you had at one point voiced a suspicion that you were more than platonic with one of the boys, whether or not they believed it, you weren’t. That line was one that was never crossed.

When this thursday came around you were excited as always. The three of you had been your own perfect little trio since you were 15, and now you were all at the ripe old age of 25, but the excitement that came with seeing your best friends never went away. Over the years the activities had changed here and there, a product of your maturity, but you always had a great time. After a relatively long and exhausting week of work, all you wanted to do was chill, order some take out, and watch a couple movies.

At 5 pm the door bell of your apartment rang and you jumped up from where you were sitting on the couch, fully knowing who was behind the door. Impatient as always, sam yelled to you from the hall “open up peach, we’ve been standing here foreverrrrr.”

“Sam, it's been like a minute, give her a second.” you heard danny playfully scold.

You laugh at sam’s impatience. Some things truly never change. The second you let them in, sammy bee-lined for your couch, claiming the exact spot you had just been sitting in. You give him a look with a raised brow, as if to say come on, really?? He shrugged in typical samuel francis fashion. “Move your feet, lose your seat, peach.”

You took a seat across from sam while danny sat in the love seat to the right of the couch. Danny had taken it upon himself to start ordering take out, already knowing that’s exactly what you’d like and knowing both yours and sam’s orders by heart. While you waited for your food to arrive, the three of you debated what movies to watch, your personal favorites being classic slashers. Sammy always leaned towards action movies and even though he was way less picky and would typically go along with whatever, danny constantly tried to get you two to agree to watching a Marvel movie, with only moderate success.

After much consideration the three of you settled on watching the first Scream movie, of course not without sammy and danny giving you shit for thinking Billy Loomis was unbelievably hot. “I don’t care if you two are straight, look at him lick blood off his fingers and tell me you don’t feel something!”

The food arrived at your place right before you were about to start the movie, truly perfect timing. Once everyone had their food you turned on the movie, eyes peeled and literally on the edge of your seat despite having watched it around a dozen times, if not more.

Around 35 minutes into the movie sammy decided he was over it. “Peach, as much as i love watching the same movie we’ve seen a thousand times before - i swear i can quote it at this point - can we do something else?”

You paused the movie and looked over to sam, “anything in mind, samuel?” he smirked at you before reaching into the bag he brought with him and pulling out 2 perfectly rolled joints. Danny chuckled and you placed your hands over your heart, giving sam a faux heartfelt look, “Sammy you really do know the way to a girl’s heart.”

Danny continued playing along, “yeah sam, it’s honestly a mystery as to why you’re still single.”

Sam shot him a look and flipped him off, only receiving a laugh in response.

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An hour and a half later, the three of you were sufficiently stoned. While snacking on anything and everything you could find lying around your kitchen, danny proposed the idea of playing truth or dare. Sammy looked at him like he had three heads, “danny you know we graduated high school like 7 years ago, right?”

You shoved his shoulder. “Stop giving him shit, it’ll be fun.” and the questions began. At first they were tame, mostly just bullshit questions for truths and nothing too wild for dares as none of you had any desire to move around much. Music was softly playing in the background, each of you taking turns to put on a new record when need be.

You had zoned out a bit, focusing on the sour gummy worms you’d been inhaling and mentally thanking daniel for always bringing a bag of them when he came over. These boys genuinely knew you like the backs of their hands and you wished there were enough words to describe how much you loved and appreciated them.

“Peach? Did ya hear me?” sammy asked, pulling you from your brain fog.

“Hm? No, no my bad. What did you say?” you looked back at your bag of candy, picking up another worm and waiting for sam to repeat himself. You heard him ask “truth or dare” and without looking up, you answered “truth.”

Sam waited for a moment, rubbing his chin with his thumb and forefinger and looking up, clearly thinking about a decent question to ask. There was very little the three of you didn’t share, so it wasn’t like there were dirty secrets he could pull from you. After a bit he turned to look at you and ask his question, “what’s something sexual that you admittedly think about way more than you probably should?” danny’s attention was drawn away from his own snack as both he and sam stared at you, waiting to hear what you’d come up with.

Not missing a beat, you responded nonchalantly, “sitting on danny’s face.”

The boys’ mouths were wide open, clearly not expecting an answer like that to come from you. You looked up after realizing nothing had been said in response. Sam didn’t avert his gaze, too in shock and high to care and slightly unable to process what he heard. Or maybe he was stunned? It could’ve gone either way.

Upon meeting your eyes, danny cleared his throat and looked away. Had you been paying closer attention, you would’ve noticed him shift in his seat and cover himself with a throw blanket. Sammy spoke first.

“God damn peach, okay. Can’t say i blame you though, i mean look at his nose.” danny grabbed a pillow and chucked it at his friend, successfully whacking him in the head. “SAM!” “don’t try to be humble daniel, you know i’m right.”

You thought to yourself while the guys bickered. It wouldn’t be fair for you to be the only one to answer that question, right? No, not at all, you decided. “Alright sammy, what about you? What’s something you think about too often?” you threw the question back at him, honestly not expecting much, but hoping you’d hear something at least a little interesting.

“I don’t think that’s how this game works, peach, but fine i’ll play nice,” he opened his mouth again to continue, but closed it, obviously hesitant to do so. No one pushed, even though it was clear all three of you were starting to feel a bit antsy. Sam cleared his throat and spoke once more, staring directly into your eyes, which were already trained on him. “I’ve always wanted to have a threesome. I just, uh, i don’t think i could be comfortable enough to do it with people i didn’t know and trust.”

You nodded, not quite knowing what to say yet, and recognizing that you really wanted to know what danny’s answer would be. As if reading your mind, sam craned his neck to the side to ask danny the same question you two had answered. You and sam waited with baited breath.

Was this going too far? Were lines being crossed? No, you were overthinking. It was a simple question stemming from stupid curiosity. Who cared, right? It definitely wasn’t a big deal and you were confident that it was mutually understood… or at least you tried telling yourself you were confident.

Danny looked at sam briefly then over to you, swallowing thickly and holding your gaze for maybe a touch too long. Neither of you dared to look away from the other, and maybe if you were sober you’d be more anxious about that, but at the moment you couldn’t find it in you to care. danny tried to compose himself and forced out a breathy laugh and looked at his hands in his lap before answering. “I, uh, i have to agree with you sammy,” he looked back at you before finishing his train of thought. “There’s just something unbelievably sexy about fucking a girl while she’s sucking another guy’s dick.”

Your mouth went dry. Danny still hadn’t looked away, you assumed he was gauging your reaction. There was no way he didn’t do that on purpose. The way he stared at you, his hazel eyes glued to your own, which felt like they were now bulging out of your head. Now it was your turn to shift in your seat, your subconscious deciding clenching your thighs would help the fire growing inside of you. Given that danny was staring you down like a predator to his prey, he immediately noticed your actions and smirked at you.

Apparently sam had decided to start paying more attention to what was going on between you and danny, also seeing you adjust your position on the couch. The air was thick with tension that had never shown its face amongst the three of you. Just innocent curiosity and playful answers. That’s all this was. It’s not like you could completely control your body’s natural reaction, you couldn’t be held responsible for the intense pulsing between your legs. That’s what you kept internally repeating. You’d start getting anxious if you didn’t.

Sam broke the silence first, never one for uncomfortable situations like the one you were currently in. he laughed a bit, but there was a hint of nerves behind it, you knew him well enough to be confident about that. “Peach, daniel,” you both turned to face him. “Should we?” your jaw dropped and danny choked on his drink. Those two words lingered in the air and it didn’t seem like anyone knew what to do or say.

You could probably just attribute your thoughts and feelings to the weed. It was the weed that got you into this position, sitting between your two best friends while contemplating sleeping with them. That was certainly new. now you couldn’t help yourself from thinking about both of them undressed, their hands and lips roaming all over your body. You’d seen them change before, but never had you seen them fully nude. Suddenly you wanted to know what they’d look like. You wanted to see them at their most vulnerable. You wanted them to explore every inch of your body and grace you with pleasure you’d only ever dreamt of feeling. You wanted to hear the sounds that would come out of their equally perfect mouths. The concern of lines being crossed no longer seemed significant to you. Why had that been a thing in the first place? None of it mattered anymore, and the lack of care only served to spur your sexual attraction to the two men sat next to you.

You looked at danny, wondering where that cockiness and arrogance from earlier had gone. You could see his mind racing, probably wondering what to do, just as you were. As if he felt your eyes burning holes into the side of his head, he looked up at you. At that moment you realized just how close he had gotten. Did he move at some point? You’d likely been distracted or perhaps you really were that unobservant. That didn’t matter either right now. Danny was a mere foot away from you, sammy only slightly further away.

Then it was like someone had unhooked the imaginary leashes holding the three of you back. You all exchanged knowing glances before you muttered “fuck it” and pulled danny to you, immediately connecting your lips to his. There was no hesitation in his actions, kissing you deeply with one hand on your right cheek and the other on your left hip. His lips were softer than you’d imagined. They felt like silk against your own and you couldn’t help but release a slight moan. God, why hadn’t you done this before?

Needing more, you grabbed sam by the front of his shirt and pulled him over to you, only ceasing kissing danny when sam was a few inches from your face. This time it was sam who made the first move, cupping your face with both of his hands and kissing you to the point of fully stealing the breath from your lungs. His lips were just as soft as danny’s, but you noticed the difference in their kisses. Sam’s were full of wild energy, quick and fiery, but skilled and incredible nonetheless. Danny’s, on the other hand, were intense. He was firm and deliberate with his movements, seemingly knowing exactly what you needed and where you needed it without you having to utter a single word. That was convenient, you didn’t think you’d be able to form a sentence anyway.

With your lips being occupied by sam’s, danny took it upon himself to start kissing your neck, gently sucking and biting and drawing soft moans from you. With your mouth now open, sam slipped his tongue into it to taste you. The feeling of his tongue on yours had your mind racing, at least as much as it could while being clouded by the feeling of danny’s lips on your neck. Sam’s hands were all over your body, touching you as if he’d been dying to do so forever. Well, maybe he had. Maybe they both had, now that you considered it. Neither of them were timid or hesitant with their movements. They seemingly knew your body just as well as they knew your mind and the very idea of that alone lit your skin on fire. You didn’t have to instruct them or correct them with anything; a welcome change from past lovers.

Sam’s hands reached down to grab the bottom of your sweatshirt, which you happened to have stolen from him a while back. “I love how you look in my clothes, peach, but can i please take this off?” sam whined. You nodded furiously, fully knowing you wore nothing under it and you were itching to have his hands directly on your skin. Your action wasn’t enough for danny though. He grabbed you by your chin and turned your head to face him, giving you no choice but to look into his eyes. “Words, angel. We’re not doing anything if you don’t speak when you’re told to.” holy shit where did that come from???

It took you a second to shake yourself from the shock of danny’s dominance, something you’d never seen from him nor expected you ever would. He lowered the hand that was holding your chin to wrap around your throat, not really squeezing but firm enough to catch you off guard. “I’m expecting an answer, angel. Be a good girl and give me one.” you immediately responded, with a concrete “yes, yes please take it off sam.” hoping that would be sufficient for the two men to continue their actions and double hoping danny would praise you once more. You looked at him with wide, innocent eyes, silently pleading to hear those words.

It was apparent right away that danny knew what you wanted from him. He looked at you with a half smirk adorning his face and his eyes blown with lust. He kissed you with so much passion and desire it would’ve knocked you off your feet had you not already been sitting. At some point sam had managed to take your sweatshirt off, you hadn't noticed at all and likely wouldn’t have for a minute had he not immediately attached his plump lips to your right breast. Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, a breathy moan of sam’s name leaving your lips. He groaned at the sound and picked up the speed of his tongue flicking over your nipple, nibbling slightly on the bud here and there. While your eyes were shut, danny inched even closer to your body, leaning down to lick a stripe from your clavicle up to your ear and biting the lobe. You felt his warm breath against your ear and shuddered. Jesus, he barely did anything and you were already putty in his hands.

Wrapping his hand around your throat again, with considerably more pressure than he had before, he spoke directly into your ear with the most sensual voice you’d ever heard in your life. “Such a fucking good girl.”

Your thighs clenched on their own accord and you made no attempt to hide or stifle your reactions. These men were about to own you - mind, body, and soul - and you truly could not be more excited. You wanted more, no, needed more and you needed it now. Somehow you managed to shoot yourself up from where you were seated and started walking towards your room. Sam and danny immediately looked at you with extreme concern written all over their faces. Sam spoke first, “peach? Everything okay?” he looked over at danny, slightly nervous that he might have done something wrong. You scrunched your brows and let out a breathy chuckle, “you didn’t think we were going to do this in my living room, did you?” neither of them spoke, simply waiting to see if there was more you had to say. This time you did laugh, your boys looked like lost puppies and it was admittedly adorable. You turned around to keep walking before you spoke again, “boys, bedroom. Now.”

The sounds of the two of them moving the second you stopped talking made your stomach do flips. This was really happening and for whatever reason, it didn’t feel wrong at all. That might have been what shocked you the most, the fact that it felt so, so, so right.

The boys caught up to you very quickly, with danny spinning you around to face him before throwing you over his shoulder, landing a sharp smack to your ass which was barely covered by your shorts before throwing you onto your bed.

You saw that sam had already started stripping himself of his clothes, clearly just as ready for this as you were and not wanting to waste any time. Danny on the other hand, made no effort to do the same. You internally noted their actions were just like their kisses. You looked between the two men, heart racing faster than it ever had. They stared at you like you were their last meal and they wanted nothing more than to absolutely fucking devour you. They would, you were certain of that. At that moment you realized you were wearing nothing but your shorts. What sam and danny didn’t know is that you had foregone underwear.

Sam, who was in nothing but his boxer briefs, threw his long, flowing hair into a messy bun and looked over to danny. “Daniel, care to undress?” he looked at you before continuing, “Unless you want to sit on the sidelines while peach and i have some fun.”

Danny scoffed in response and removed his shirt, “not a fucking chance am i missing out on this.” you found it nearly impossible to not gawk at danny. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him shirtless but it was the first time you really wanted to stare, nearly memorizing each and every rippling muscle on his toned body. Danny had always presented himself as playful and gentle, but in this very moment you wanted him to completely ruin you. He crawled his way onto the bed in front of you and leaned close enough to touch you, his thumb and forefinger being placed under your chin to softly lift it. You hadn’t even realized your mouth was agape and maybe that would’ve been embarrassing at any other given time, but now all you could think about were the goosebumps danny’s touch gave you.

With his hand still under your chin, he moved closed to speak directly into your ear. “Close your mouth unless you want me to fuck it.” he inched away, chuckling darkly at your shocked expression. Somehow sammy didn’t seem to be thrown off by danny’s behavior, as if he already knew about this side of his best friend. What a cruel secret for them to keep from you.

Danny stepped away from the bed to finish undressing while sammy took his place, kissing you deeply while he hovered over your body. One of his hands reached around to land at the base of your head as the other started traveling down to the waistband of your shorts. Sammy had no energy to tease, immediately putting his hand into your shorts to feel the wetness that had accumulated.

Sam’s head shot up to look at you the second he realized you weren’t wearing panties. He smirked and shook his head. “You dirty, dirty girl.” he wasted no time and nearly ripped your shorts right from your body, situating himself between your bare thighs. You couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of sam dragging his lips over your skin leaving kisses and gently biting.

“Sammy, please.” you whined.

He looked at danny, who was standing on the side of your bed palming himself over his briefs while staring intently at your naked figure, seemingly memorizing every inch of your body as you had done with his. “Is that not just the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard, dan? Beg a little more for me, peach. Tell me what you want.”

His voice was laced with his normal cocky tone, but it didn’t hold the same dominance danny’s did. You swallowed thickly before responding, finally feeling slightly timid. Sam raised an eyebrow and started pulling away, refusing to do anything until he heard explicitly what you wanted from him. You grabbed his wrist before he could get too far. “Your mouth, sammy. I want your mouth on me, please sammy, please.” both men groaned at the sound of your pleading.

Sam leaned over to kiss you once more before he responded. “Your wish is my command, peach.”

Immediately you felt his tongue on your core, the muscle flattened to lick a long, tantalizingly slow stripe through your folds. “Holy shit sammy.” you threw your head back and closed your eyes, reveling in the feeling of pure pleasure sam was giving you. You reached down with your right hand to tangle into his hair, grabbing a handful and tugging. Sam’s own moan in response sent vibrations straight to your heat that only added to the pleasure. The combination of licking and sucking had you reeling, but once he dipped his tongue into you, you felt as though you were about to explode. “Fuck, fuck FUCK!” you screamed as sam continued fucking you with his tongue.

“Sounds like she’s close, sammy.” danny spoke. You opened your eyes to find him, seeing he was actually much closer than you thought. He sat on his knees to your right, his bulge mere inches away from your face. Your mouth watered at the thought of tasting him. sam pulled away and lifted his face, slowly rubbing circles over your clit. “What do you think, danny? Should we let her cum?”

You broke your stare from danny’s erection to look at sam. Let you??? Fuck. seeing the near panicked look in your eyes, the two of them chuckled. Danny made the final decision, “yeah i think she deserves it. Keep going sammy.” and without hesitation, sammy went back to work, licking up every last drop of the wetness that was between your thighs before inserting two fingers into your heat and curling them up just right, making you scream his name once more. It didn’t take long before you were coming undone on his fingers, your own fingers digging into the nearest thing which happened to be danny’s upper thigh. Danny hissed at the feeling of your nails leaving their mark on his skin, imprints of small crescent moons appearing rather quickly from the intense grip.

Your chest was rising and falling rapidly after your release, but you slowly opened your eyes to find the two men watching you. Your timing was perfect - seeing sammy lick your juices from his fingers could have made you cum again. He smiled at you, a hint of mischief in his eyes, “so fucking sweet. Just like… peaches.” the nickname would forever have a completely different meaning.

Leaving you little time to relax, danny immediately grabbed your attention, reaching to move your head to face his bulge again. You looked up at him with wide eyes, silently begging him to let you touch him. He groaned loudly and his head fell back. “God, angel don’t look at me with those innocent eyes.” he looked back down when he felt your hand at the waistband of his underwear. “Go ahead baby, touch me.”

You moved from your position to one that gave you a better angle before pulling his briefs down. Shit. you’d occasionally thought about the possibility of danny packing, but god you didn’t realize just how big he really was. Despite the small bit of trepidation, you darted your tongue out to lick a stripe from base to tip, paying close attention to the spot right under the head of his dick. Danny’s hand grabbed a handful of your hair as he released the sexiest moan you’ve ever heard. You wanted that sound burned into your memory and hoped it wouldn’t be the last time you heard it that night.

“Go on peach,” sammy nudged. “Show him that mouth is good for more than giving me shit.”

You adjusted to take danny into your mouth, or at least as much as you could, with your hand wrapping around what couldn’t fit. You felt danny’s grip in your hair tighten and you knew he was forcing himself to hold back from pushing your head down. You removed your mouth and looked up at him with those doe eyes you knew would set him off. “Do it danny, i can handle it.” knowing exactly what you were referring to, he released a shaky breath. “Remember you asked for it, angel.”

Almost right away, danny started fucking your mouth, the tip of his cock reaching the back of your throat with every thrust. You suddenly felt the urge to prove how well you could take him in your mouth and you grabbed the back of his thighs, pulling him even closer, deepthroating him. “ohhhh fuck… god damn angel your mouth is so fucking perfect. such a good girl for me.” you kept letting him use you for his pleasure, shocked at how turned on this was making you. after one thrust into your mouth, you pushed danny more, forcing his cock further down into your throat and holding it there for a bit. his unoccupied hand grabbed your headboard and you swore you heard a slight crack from the white knuckle grip he had on it.

danny looked at you with his mouth ajar, breathing heavily and starting to sweat. you looked up at him with his dick in your mouth and batted your eyes, hearing him release a curse of your name under his breath. you felt him twitch and knew he was getting close, so you continuing bobbing your head up and down, letting your tongue lick his balls every time you took him all the way down. you got lost in the actions, enjoying what you were doing more than you expected to. danny abruptly pulled you off of him, swearing at the sight of the saliva trailing from your mouth to his cock. “I'm not finishing until i fuck you angel. you can swallow my cum another time.”

you rolled into your back and spread your legs, reaching your hand down to play with yourself and pouting when sam gently smacked it away. danny’s hand took its place while he kissed you. little time had passed since his lips were on yours but you felt your entire body relax at the feeling. it was like his lips belonged on yours. your lips parted from a moan when danny sped up the pace of his fingers on your clit, taking advantage of it and slipping his tongue into your mouth. his kisses were delicious and part of you realized you'd be fine with just that, genuinely never wanting it to end.

breaking from the kiss, danny sat up and flipped you over, his strength flustering you for a second. “ass up angel.” he demanded.

sam had taken his place on his knees in front of you, cock hard and leaking with precum in front of your face. you licked your lips at the sight. “come on peach, let me feel your lips around my cock.”

you pumped him a few times before taking him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head for a bit before going down on him completely. you felt danny’s hands spread you from behind and gasped when you felt him spit right onto your pussy, rubbing the mix of his saliva and your own juices around you. sam looked up at his friend, “oh i think she liked that danny.”

danny’s hands started roaming around your body, touching whatever he could get to. “yeah? does our little cock slut like getting spit on like a fucking whore?” you moaned around sam's length and nodded as best as you could. the vibrations of your moan had sam bucking his hips, forcing himself further into your mouth and down your throat. danny spit on your dripping pussy once more before lining himself up with your entrance. as he pushed into you, sammy pushed on the opposite direction, causing both your throat and pussy to be completely filled by both men. it was the most amazing feeling you'd ever experienced and you knew you'd be begging for it more and more after this.

the moan danny released at the feeling of your tight, wet heat wrapped around him was beautiful. the speed of his thrusts picked up immediately, clearly having no desire to take his time. the angle he fucked into was sheer perfection, hitting your g-spot every single time. meanwhile, sam had started fucking your throat, the cadence of his own thrusts matching danny’s. both of them continuously released the sexiest sounds. sammy being vocal in bed checked out, but you were shocked by how loud danny was, not that you were complaining in the slightest.

“i wish you could see how gorgeous you look right now angel. sucking sammy off while getting railed, absolutely fucking stunning. such a good girl taking us both.”

danny’s palm striking your ass pulled you from your thoughts. you had little time to process before he landed another smack, taking a second to soothe the skin right after. you clenched around him, his fingers digging into your hips harder than they had before.

“oh fucking hell angel. shit you feel so fucking good wrapped around me. it's like your pussy was fucking made to take my cock.” the mix of praises and sheer filth coming from danny’s mouth drove you wild. you could feel your orgasm coming on and knew by the persistent twitching of sam’s dick that he was close too. wanting him to cum, you sucked with more fervor, encouraging him to finish.

“god damn peach that mouth is perfection.” you hummed around him in response, looking up to see his face flushed and eyes screwed shut from pleasure. you released him from your mouth and pumped him as you spoke, “fuck my mouth again sammy, please. i want it so badly.” both sam and danny groaned at the sound of your begging.

danny’s thrusts quickened and sam proceeded to fuck your mouth just as you had asked. only going for a bit longer before getting to his own release. “peach, fucking shit I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna- FUCK!” he pushed himself further down your throat as he came, one of his fists still gripping your hair while the other threaded through his own. slowing his thrusts, he removed himself from your mouth, making sure you licked him clean.

“atta girl,” danny praised from behind you. with your mouth now free, danny reached around to pull you back towards him, your back flushed against his chest. his grip moved to wrap around your throat while he fucked up into you. “you looked so fucking sexy sucking sam’s dick while i pounded that tight little pussy. fuck i bet you loved every second of it, huh? my greedy little fuck doll.” you let out the most pornographic moan and grabbed onto danny’s forearm. your head fell back onto his shoulder which danny took advantage of, sucking on your neck with the intent to leave plenty of marks. you didn't care one bit, in fact you welcomed it. you loved the notion of him claiming you in such a way.

you felt yourself getting closer, familiar feeling of your impending orgasm creeping up once more. “danny, I'm- fuck- I'm so close.” you whimpered.

suddenly you felt sams lips around your clit, sucking deliciously to pull you closer to your release. the feeling of the two of them drove you wild, but the thought of sam’s mouth being on you while danny’s thick cock filled you up had you reeling. this was really happening. danny released his hand from your throat and whispered in your ear “cum for me angel. i want you to soak my cock.”

those words were all you needed, you orgasm bursting from you in a way you'd never felt before. it was intense in the best way possible, and for a brief moment your entire body felt as light as a feather. you heard sam curse from his position below you and you looked down once you were able to open your eyes.

not only had you soaked danny’s cock, but also sammy’s face. droplets from your release falling from his nose and chin. ‘holy fucking shit that did not just happen’ you thought to yourself. the sight of you squirting had danny feeling absolutely feral, his thrusts rapidly picking up speed until he finished inside you, the warmth of his own release causing you to moan.

after working himself through his own orgasm, danny pulled out from you and walked to the bathroom to grab a warm towel to clean you up. once he had, the three of you laid flat on your bed, all panting, sweating, and completely spent. no one spoke a single word, obviously trying to process all of what happened. you easily could've passed out right then and there, and you might have, had sam not spoken up.

“well,” he began, drawing both yours and danny’s attention to him. “that was by far the best game of truth or dare i've ever played.”

#gvf smut #greta van fleet smut #danny wagner gvf #danny wagner #danny wagner smut #danny gvf #daniel wagner #sammy kiszka #sammy gvf #sammy kiszka smut #sam kiszka #sam kiszka gvf #sammy kiszka gvf #sam kiszka smut #greta van fleet #gvf #gretavanfleet #my fics

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violetfaust · 2 years

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Harvey Dent bullet points

(AKA, why Two-Face is the best Batman villain, AKA why I am so freaking excited that Misha is playing this role.)

Disclaimer: I haven't kept up with DC for the last fifteen years, but the character has eighty years of history (one of the original Batman rogues from the 1940s), so surely some of this is still relevant.

Harvey Dent was a fiery, crusading DA whose objective was to take down organized crime in Gotham. A good man. A hero, even. But a mob boss he was prosecuting horribly scarred one side of his face with acid, and he had a psychotic break, becoming the vigilante, and then villain, Two-Face.

His gimmick was crimes involving the number 2, but his shtick was making crucial decisions by flipping a two-headed coin--one side pristine, one side marred. If the scarred head came up, he chose to do evil; if the other, good. This made him fantastically unpredictable--he's still a villain so he does the bad thing 80% of the time, but there's still that other 20%, and it's totally random. (And wasn't there a storyline, or perhaps just a fanfiction, where Harvey flips the coin and says, Okay, it's clean, guess I have no choice but to be a hero--but then we the readers see that the coin actually landed scar-side-up?)

In their youth, he and Bruce Wayne were best friends. (I think some continuities have it as childhood, others as college/young adults.) They were best friends! They were best friends. They were BEST friends. Bruce has never forgiven himself for failing to save Harvey from his insanity. (Have fun, slash fans.)

He knows that Bruce Wayne is Batman. I think that's because he knew Bruce so well that he recognized him. I'm not sure why he canonically hasn't told the whole world.

He has a tragic, tortured romance with his wife, Gilda. In the '40s it was the classic "How can she love someone so hideous?" trope (of course she still loved him, but he couldn't believe it). Apparently in recent continuities she was secretly a serial killer??? And Harvey took the rap for her crimes??? (Have fun, het fans.)

In his most-used back story, he had an abusive father, who used to threaten him as a child: "I'll flip a coin. Heads, I beat you; tails, I don't." This is the same two-headed coin that Harvey now uses. (Cheesy, maybe, but so chilling.)

In some more recent storylines, the childhood abuse made him develop dissociative identity disorder. So the psychotic break was not because of the acid attack; it happened earlier and the attack brought a more protective personality state back in charge.

Bonus bullets for Gotham Knights-specific stuff that I would love to see Misha sink his teeth into:

The GK premise is that Batman has been murdered, and his adopted (Mary Sue) son and some Bat supporting family/baby villains are framed for it. WIDOWER ARC Harvey. And there's obviously a good chance that Harvey is the actual killer. Remember that post about the best trope being "Your arch-nemesis is dead in your arms and you suddenly realize nothing in the world matters when he's gone"? Yeah. That.

Duela Dent is in the main cast. I did some Googling and apparently this character is ALL over the place and isn't actually Harvey's daughter in the latest continuity (like her shtick is pretending to be the daughter of any Batman villain--the Penguin's Daughter, etc.--but she's actually from a parallel reality where her father is the Joker but he's the hero?). But there's not much point in having them both on the show if he's not her father or father-figure. So we'll get Dad!Misha, only this time father and/or daughter will be evil or mentally disturbed or both. BRING IT.

I fully expect that 90% of Gotham Knights will be focused on the kiddies, but Misha being main cast rather than guest implies he's the anchor villain or anti-hero, so he should have plenty of meat to work with.

#misha collins #harvey dent #gotham knights #two days ago in my alfred semi-joke post i said i'd kill for him to get this role and now he has it #and yeah cockles people have fun with bruce/harvey #op

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loopy-froots · 3 years

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Childhood Friends

Brahms Heelshire x afab!Reader

Author: @loopy-froots

Word Count: 3261 (WOW wtf…)

Slight request by @leahromanof : small age gap (Brahms is 26-28 and the reader is 20)

Summary: The Reader grew up very close to the Heelshire family, as their parents were business partners with them. However, after the fire incident, Brahms and the Reader took some space from each other. While the Reader knew Brahms was still alive, they didn’t know under the circumstances he was. When a sudden tragedy strikes their family, the Reader is left with no home. The Heelshire family offer their home with welcoming arms, but much has changed between all of them since they have last seen each other.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, swearing, slasher x reader, smut, virgin/unprotected sex (masc and fem), abusive parents (fem), insecurities (on both parts), slight age gap (6ish years?), a slight size kink (if you squint?), etc.

Author’s Note: I wasn’t too sure what to write for the age gap so I hope this is good enough!!! I also threw in a lot of personal needs I’ve been having, so I hope y’all don’t mind! Feel free to let me know your thoughts!!!

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*2nd Person POV*

You couldn’t believe this was happening. You were finally going to see your beloved childhood friend, Brahms Heelshire, again after close to ten years of separation. You wished this was not under these circumstances, as you never intended to cause your family such turmoil.

“Y/n! Come in, why don’t you?” Mr. Heelshire exclaims as he opens his front door. He must have seen you walk up their driveway. You can see Mrs. Heelshire inside, but she shares a concerning expression. Trying to brush it off, you step inside and am greeted by the warmth of the house. It was a terribly chilly winter day, and the walk there exhausted you.

“Come, dear! Let me get you a cup of tea to warm you up! You look rather frozen!” Mrs. Heelshire snaps out of her funk and laughs al0ng with her husband. Their jovial attitude makes you feel rather welcomed and loved.

“I cannot thank you enough, Mr. and Mrs. Heelshire… I… I’m terribly sorry that this all happened… especially so suddenly…” You look down with embarrassment.

“Nonsense! We’re always happy to have you, Y/n! Our home is yours!” Mr. Heelshire smiles at you, but you get a somewhat urgent vibe from him. You’re not sure how to feel about it, but you figure since they’re being ever so kind you were in no position to question.

“Now, dear… why don’t you tell us exactly what happened… Perhaps we may help with your parents’ situation?” Mrs. Heelshire gently suggests, but you shake your head in disagreement.

“Unfortunately, I’m not sure that’s possible… you see, I recently came out to my parents as non-binary… they’ve never been overly supportive of that kind of stuff, but I knew I couldn’t hide myself any longer…” You explain shamefully.

“Oh my… that is a rather difficult predicament, hm? However, we want you to know that we fully support you… in fact, our own Brahms considers himself genderfluid,” Mrs. Heelshire shares, which honestly makes you feel less alone.

“Really? I… I had no idea… Thank you, but speaking of which… where is Brahms…? Does he still live with you?” You wonder.

“Oh, um… yes… he does, but he’s grown to be rather… timid… so he doesn’t always come out when people are visiting…” Mr. Heelshire explains swiftly, and you try to understand. You don’t fully know what he’s been through, so who are you to judge his social anxieties?

“That’s alright. Well, I just hope he knows how excited I am to see him again…” You confess, causing a surprised reaction from the Heelshire couple.

“Really? Well, that’s certainly wonderful! I’m sure he'll become more open to meeting you after he gets used to you being in the house…” Mrs. Heelshire states with a gentle smile, and you nod your head in agreement.

With that, you are then taken on a tour of the house. You’re shown areas you can and cannot wander to, and you mentally note each location that’s off limits. You’d never want to make the Heelshires uncomfortable, despite how curious you were. They show you to your room, which you immediately recognize as Brahms’ childhood room.

“Oh wow! This looks exactly how I remembered it!” You giggle.

“I’m glad you’re fond of it still, as Brahms insisted you take his room for your own… comfort…” Mr. Heelshire shares, but something tells you he’s not entirely being honest. However, you ignore the feeling bubbling up in your stomach.

“Well, feel free to unpack your things dear. As we mentioned before, we are planning on going on a trip within the next few days. So it will be just you and Brahms for a while…” Mrs. Heelshire reminds you, and you shiver slightly for some reason.

“Oh, yes… Well, I hope the two of you enjoy it!” You politely respond.

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“Goodbye, dear! And remember, follow the rules and you’ll get no trouble from our dear Brahms!” The Heelshires bid you farewell and leave in their cab. Closing the door, you sigh in relief.

“Alright, follow the rules… I can do that… it’s the least I can do since they were so kind as to let me stay for a while…” You motivate yourself.

“Y/n…” A sudden familiar, childlike voice echoes through the house. You looked around to see who it came from, but you saw no one. It had to be Brahms, right? Who else could it have been, but where was he?

“B-Brahms?” You sheepishly call out. You hear no answer and suddenly feel quite stupid. Maybe you just heard the shifting of the house or imagined someone was calling your name?

“Alright, focus… first things first, making some lunch… hopefully he’ll come down to eat with me…?” You hope. You could’ve sworn you heard another childish giggle somewhere, but you try to shake the skittish feeling building up. You quickly make whatever you feel like for lunch, desperate to finish so that you can call Brahms down to eat.

“Um, Brahms? I… lunch is done… if you want some?” You yell throughout the house, but you hear no answer. Finally feeling defeat, you turn back to the kitchen and notice that one of the plates of food has disappeared.

“How did he get to it without me noticing?” You ask out loud. Every instinct within you tells you that something was wrong, but you tried your best to give the man some time to adjust to the new living situation.

“Y/n…?” In the middle of eating, you hear a now more adult version of the voice you heard earlier. You drop your fork in surprise and frantically look around for the source. You then see a tall and scruffy looking man standing at the end of the dining room. He was holding the plate that is now empty, and you figure that must be Brahms. He was very odd looking, in all honesty. He wore a porcelain mask that resembles the type of little dollies you used to keep as a kid.

“Oh, um… h-hello, Brahms…?” You try to be friendly towards him, despite the creepy feeling you got from him already. However, him not answering causes the suspicion to form again.

“Um… did you enjoy the meal I made for you?” You try to spark a conversation, but Brahms nonverbally nods in response.

“That’s good! I’m… glad…” You smile awkwardly at him, but his masked face remains expressionless. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, and Brahms notices the tense state you’re in. He begins to step closer to you, and sets his plate on the table. Sweating profusely, you wonder what he’s doing. He steps closer and closer to you until he’s directly in front of you. While you sit, he towers over you. You’d never admit it, but he’s very intimidating. However, you try your best to be polite.

“Is… everything alright, Brahms?” You ask innocently. He just stares at you, though, never saying a word. When you were about to get up and try to walk away, he grabs your arm and pulls you into him.

“B-Brahms…?!” You exclaim as he squeezes you in his broad arms. He’s rather warm, but trembling. Your heart relaxes when you realize he only wanted a hug.

“Y/n… nice to see you again…” He finally peeps out. Your cheeks heat up, but you lean into the embrace. The two of you just hold onto each other for a few moments, enjoying each other’s presence.

“Good to see you, too! I was worried you were upset with me for coming back after such a long time…” You try to pull away and look him in the eyes, but his grip keeps you there.

“Mm, no… not upset… lonely…” He breathes into your ear, sending a chill down your back. He was… lonely? That makes you feel bad… really bad… how could you leave him like you did after the incident?! It wasn’t completely your fault, as you parents were the main reason you stayed away. They told you what a dangerous person Brahms was, and they forbid you from being influenced by him in any way.

Additionally, your parents never liked how fond the two of you seemed towards each other, despite the slight age difference you had. Brahms was only six years older, and to you it didn’t matter for terms of friendship. However, your parents saw the attraction Brahms had towards you right away. As children, it only developed into a little crush, but the older the two of you got the more obvious it became, to the adults at least. You seemed quite oblivious to his attempts to woo you, as you had just thought he was being friendly.

“I…I’m sorry, Brahms… I should’ve… I wish I’d have… I’m sorry…” Tear well in your eyes as you look down from his gaze. Your focus then shifts to the ever growing bulge in his pants that you hadn’t noticed before.

“It’s alright… happy you’re here now…” Brahms strokes your hair with his free hand, and he leans into you. You feel him stroke your neck with his nose, seemingly trying to get a reaction out of you. Completely frozen, you felt unsure of what to do. All of the sudden, your head’s ideas clicked and made you realize the years of yearning he’d been doing for you.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t still have feelings for the boy you grew up with. You always admired how protective he was of you. You never admitted your affection towards him, though, as you thought he might react negatively. To you, the age difference acted as a barrier, but to him, it seemed he didn’t mind in the slightest. All he’s ever known was his love for you, despite the age gap. However, is this still the same boy as before? You probably barely knew him anymore. Then why were you getting so flustered over this simple interaction?

“Brahms?” You look back into his eyes with a curious glint. What was he planning with you?

“Hm?” He nonchalantly answers.

“Are you…?” You start, but then feel too embarrassed to finish.

“Yes,” He agrees without needing you to explain. You feel him jerk his hips into your stomach softly, desperate to get some friction between the two of you. As intoxicating as he was being, you still felt unsure of your stance with him.

“I’m not sure I want to… I mean, this is so soon… don’t you think?” You try to reason mainly with yourself to try and stop this from happening. With that, Brahms stops and pulls away from you with a pout.

“No?” He questions with sweet eyes.

“I… yes…?” You try to stand your ground with yourself again, but it’s no use. Brahms’ heartfelt pleading turns you to putty in his hands.

“Please?” He begs. With that, you finally agree, and he’s onto you. Groping all up and down your sides, front, and back, he feels every inch of your body as if he’s desperate to find something in you.

“Brahms… wait…?” You stop him again, realizing you hadn’t seen his actual face yet. You politely ask him to remove his mask, but he visibly slumps.

“Why…? You… don’t want to see me…” Brahms insecurely explains, but you shake your head.

“I do! Please…?” You whine as he continues to feel up your back. Brahms hesitates slightly, then agrees. With that, he slowly removes the porcelain from himself. This leaves his bare, burnt, and uncertain face into your view. You’re unsure of what to say at first, as your feelings are conflicted. However, you quickly decide to go with what your heart felt.

“You’re so handsome, Brahms…” You confess with a sheepish smile. He doesn’t respond, though, almost as if he’s debating what to say as well.

“Mm!” You moan through a sudden kiss he placed on your lips, making Brahms smile to himself in the kiss. He loved the way you reacted to his touch. He quickly realized you were feeling the same towards him, and that gave him the confidence to continue. You rapidly grew a certain heat in your pelvic area, but the feeling was still unfamiliar to you. Only on the rare occasion did you allow yourself the pleasure, but you felt guilty for it every time.

“Slut… whore… useless daughter…” Your parents’ past words radiate in your head, and a panic washes over your body. Brahms senses your inner conflict again, and stops once more.

“Y/n…?” He gently asks to see if you’re alright. Tears well up in your eyes as the guilt of disappointing your parents consumes you.

“I’m sorry, I just… my mom and dad would be so upset… I just feel so… lost…” You admit, and Brahms wipes your cheeks with his calloused hands.

“Mm, screw them…” He chuckles darkly.

“But…” You try to argue, but he shushes you instead.

“They’ve never been good to you, Y/n…” Brahms shares, and it confuses you at first. They’ve always given you food, shelter, and anything else a child would need.

“But they… they mean well…” You try to reason it out, but he still disagrees.

“I’ve been watching, listening to how they treat you your whole life, Y/n… the way they scream at you, gaslight you, disappoint you… that’s not love… that’s abuse…” Brahms whispers with a broken heart for you. The pain of realization hits you, but you try to muffle your cries with your hands over your mouth.

“I’m so sorry… I know how hard it is… but I… I want to love you… really love you…” He kisses the top of your head sweetly. His words fill your heart with hope that you might not be miserable the rest of your life.

“Really…? I mean, I would love that… but I don’t want to force you into anything…” You self doubt yourself.

“Absolutely. I mean, hell… why do you think I was doing all of this?” Brahms wonders, and you suppose he’s right.

“Yeah, true… I’m sorry, I just feel bad… but thank you, I’d love to… y’know…?” You admit with a shy grin, which he immediately returns.

“Good,” He smirks and kisses you again. This time, the kiss was much more desperate for the sweet result. Brahms shows no mercy for you this time as he begins biting your lips. Your little gasps invoke a strong sense of pride within him. He was making you feel this way, and he alone would make you feel good.

“Hm,” His deep voice rumbles in his chest. Your eyes flutter open and shut, unsure of how to go about this situation. Squirming around awkwardly, you then feel Brahms grab your waist as he lifts you up and onto the table.

“Ah! Brahms...?!” You yelp in surprise.

“Take off your shirt, Y/n.” He demands, already sliding his hands underneath. You timidly follow his instructions, removing your shirt and bra from your body. Brahms looks down from your face and onto your breasts. He adored them, so he ran his hands over them as he gave each nipple a cheeky pinch.

“Oh, Brahms…” Your eyes close in bliss, but he snaps your attention back to his eyes.

“Look at me,” He suggests sternly.

“O-okay…” You do as he wishes and stare deep into his icy eyes. He’s tender and gentle, but he still makes you feel so small next to him.

“You’re so pretty, Y/n… I’ve always loved you…” Brahms brushes a stray lock of hair out of your face, giving him a better view at your beauty.

“I have loved you for the longest time, too, Brahms… I just never knew how to tell you…” You try your best to express your feelings, but your past experience with doing so has never been easy for you. Each emotion you shared ended in an argument with your parents.

“I’m so glad… please…” Brahms pleads, leaning his forehead against yours. He didn’t have to finish for you to understand what he wanted.

“C’mere…” Your sudden burst of trust hits the two of you like a train. Brahms roughly attacks your neck with his lips and teeth, nipping at all your sensitive areas. Exploring each and every inch, he scopes out which areas you like best.

“Mm, Y/n…” He whimpers, rubbing his needy cock against your body. You had neglected it for far too long, and you wanted to give it some love too.

Lowering your hand down to his member, you stroke him through his pants. Pre-cum leaks from his tip and soaks through his underwear slightly. His moans fill your ears with sweet misery. The lack of being inside of you was killing him, but he wanted to take things slow for you.

“Ah, Y/n…! Please! I’ll be a good boy!” He begs you to allow him entrance, and you agree. Instantaneously, he pulls his clothes off and prepares his painfully hard cock to slide into you.

“Oh! You feel… so tight…!” He didn’t tell you, but this was his first time as well. The first feeling of being inside of someone, especially when that someone is you, was the best feeling he’s ever felt. He couldn’t help himself but pump in and out of you. He tried his best to go slow, but his selfish excitement got the better of him. However, you were far from upset by this.

“Ah! D-don’t… stop…!” You plead with him, and he obliges. Slapping his body into yours in a rhythmic motion causes you to quickly feel that coil in your stomach tighten around him.

“F-fuck…! You’re gonna make me…!” As quickly as it started, your love making ended. The two of you came together simultaneously, and everything felt perfect to you. However, Brahms felt a wave of guilt.

“I… I’m sorry… I wish I had lasted longer… and I shouldn’t have pressured you into this…” He goes on and on about all the things he could’ve done better, but you then stop him with a chaste peck on his lips.

“You were perfect. Thank you,” You lovingly look into his eyes. He searches for any sort of regret, but when he finds none he settles into your arms.

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the-atlas-sister · 3 years

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The First Date (Damian Wayne X Reader)

So in this, you are the daughter of Green Arrow, Oliver Queen (NOT THE ARROW VERSION!! THE ANIMATED AND COMIC VERSION), and Black Canary, Dinah Lance. Also in this Dinah is dead and you have taken on the role of Black Canary

"Done!" Abby (moi!!!) exclaimed, tying the hair tie in my hair. "Aw, you look so good!" She backed up, admiring her work.

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, smiling slightly. "I mean, I usually look beautiful but now I look even more beautiful," I joked.

"I know," Abby said, making me chuckle.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "What time is it?" I asked.

"Six on the dot," Abby said, looking impressed. "Wow."

"It is Damian," I shrugged before my eyes widened. "I'm going on a date with Damian Wayne."

"Chill," y/b/f said, noticing my panic. "You asked him out, remember?"

"But-"

"Hey Damian," y/b/f said from the living room.

I looked at Abby, a panicked expression on my face. "You're okay," she whispered before leading me out of the bathroom.

Damian looked at me before mumbling something in Arabic. I was rusty when it came to other languages but I thought I caught "Beautiful..." which was enough to make my entire face turn red.

"Hey," I said, putting on a confident face. "You look good." My eyes scanned him. He wore a pair of nice black jeans and a matching skin-tight turtle-neck.

"You look..." His eyes scanned me.

"Gorgeous? Beautiful? Sexy?" I guessed, smirking at Damian blushed.

"Yes," Damian said, making me blush.

"Okay... well," Abby said, pushing me forward. "You two have fun," she said as I slipped on my shoes. "But not too much fun." She eyeballed Damian in a very best friend way. "And have her back by 10."

"And be safe!" Myloh added.

"Bye guys," I said, quickly ushering Damian out the door before closing it. "Sorry."

"I had a similar conversation with my brothers before I left," Damian said before cringing slightly. "Although it was a bit more-"

"I don't want to know," I said, shaking my head. "So, what do you have planned, Mr. Wayne?" I asked, walking down the apartment hallway.

"That's a surprise," Damian said with a stoic face.

"Not a huge fan of surprises," I said as we reached the elevator.

"You'll like this one," Damian stated matter-of-factly, pressing the button to the last level.

"Is that a fact?" I challenged as the elevator lowered.

"Yes," Damian stated, making me tilt my head. "I did some research and I'm sure you'll enjoy this."

"I don't know if that was meant to be sweet but it came off as creepy," I chuckled, leaning on the elevator wall.

"I just meant- I asked Abby what you're interested in," Damian explained, slowly going pink.

"What'd she say?" I asked, both worried and curious.

"She explained your love of movies, books, the stars, and food," Damian stated as the doors slid open.

"So, which did you choose?" I questioned, walking backward out of the elevator.

"Still a surprise," Damian smirked, following me.

"Mhm, game on Mr. Wayne," I said, turning around and walking out the apartment building's front doors. My eyes widened a bit as I saw Damian's motorcycle parked in front of the building. "Seriously?" I asked, looking at him as he stood next to me.

"Complaining?" he asked, looking at me sideways.

"Not as long as I get to drive," I chuckled, approaching the motorcycle.

"No," Damian said, standing next to me. He grabbed one of the helmets before handing me the second one.

"I know how," I frowned.

"No," Damian repeated before blinking. "Strange, that felt familiar." He then shook his head before getting on the bike. "Come on," he said looking at me. I rolled my eyes but climbed on the bike behind him. "Hold on," he said before putting on his helmet.

"You sure you don't want to drive as a way to get me to hold on to you?" I teased, resting my head on Damian's shoulder. Damian tensed up, making me chuckle. "I was kidding," I reassured him, putting on the helmet and grabbing his shoulders.

Damian cleared his throat. "I-I respect you, but for your own safety, I suggest you put your arms around my waist."

I blushed, wrapping my arms around his waist. Damian started the bike and drove out of his parking spot. My grip tightened as Damian sped up and we reached the highway. I grinned under the helmet as the adrenaline rushed through me due to the speed.

***

"You have to take me on your motorcycle more often," I said, letting out a breathy laugh and taking off my helmet.

"It's not really mine," Damian corrected, taking off his helmet and getting off the bike.

"But with Promythous-" I furrowed my brows, placing the helmet on the bike's seat.

"That was Robin's bike," Damian explained, leading me to the secret destination. He had parked a block away from the surprise place, just to keep the secrecy. "Damian Wayne does not have a motorcycle."

"Who's-" I continued, getting into pace next to Damian.

"My brother's," he shrugged with a small smug smile.

"You stole your brother's motorcycle?" I asked, laughing slightly.

"He told me, women love men with motorcycles," Damian said. "So I took that as an invitation for me to 'borrow' his." He smirked to himself at the thought. "Also, my other brother said I should. I'm not one to listen to him but, I did enjoy the idea of stealing Jason's bike." I smiled at his mini-rant. He seemed to notice. "I'm sorry for oversharing," he said, his face returning to it's neutral state.

"No, it's fine," I reassured him as we turned a corner. "It's nice hearing you talk more."

Damian blinked, obviously surprised by my answer. "What... would you like to talk about?" he asked slowly.

"You," I said. "I don't know much about you."

"O-oh," Damian stuttered, which was a rare sound. "I grew up with the League of Assassins."

"The group your father trained with?" I asked, interested to learn more. "Lead by Ra AlGugl?"

"My grandfather," Damian confirmed. "When my father was training, he met my mother. She- she tricked him into having... intercourse with her. That's how I was created. My father left before I was born and I was raised by my grandfather and mother. I was trained from birth to be the master assassin. I was supposed to be the best. There was no room for error."

"That doesn't sound like a fun childhood," I said.

"I suppose not," Damian hummed. "I loved my grandfather very much, or more admired him. He told me we would destroy the world and rebuild it in our own image." He scanned our surroundings, almost as if he was imagining how he could make each detail superior.

"That's still partly your mindset isn't it?" I asked, making Damian's gaze turn to me. "You see the world and people and just imagine how you can make them better." Damian blinked. "You even yourself believe you're better than everyone. You think you'll be a better Batman, a better hero."

"I don't-"

"I'm not critiquing, just observing," I stated. I blushed under Damian's intense stare. "I-I interrupted, I'm sorry. What about your mother?"

"She's dead," Damian said.

"Oh," I said.

"She wasn't a mother anyway," Damian continued. "Last I saw her she tried to create an adult 'perfect' clone of me and killed him."

"And I thought my dad was hardcore," I mumbled. "How did she...?"

"Helicopter crashed after trying to kill me, my father, and Grayson," Damian said almost casually.

My eyes widened. "You didn't deserve it," I said as we turned yet another corner. Damian turned to me. "You deserved a loving childhood. Not one with a group of assassins and Batman."

Damian's eyes softened. "I did get, what you call, a loving childhood with my father," he said. "He would set up movie nights. And my brothers are... overly loving, at least Grayson."

"He's Nightwing, right?" I asked, grinning a bit. Damian nodded. "I've met him. He has a bit of an older brother feel. And I'm sure he understands how hard it is to grow up with someone like Bruce."

"He has made it very clear he does," Damian scoffed. "As had Todd." I gave him a questioning look. "Red Hood."

"Oh, never met him," I mumbled.

We walked in comfortable silence for a minute.

"Here," Damian said, stopping in front of a small and quaint ice cream shop.

"Ice cream?" I asked, giving him a lopsided grin. "On Friday."

"You said you and your mother used to always had ice cream on Fridays," Damian said shyly.

I let out a small laugh. "You- this is really sweet," I said, a bit surprised. I remembered when I told him that detail about my childhood.

***Flashback***

"Tell me more about your mother," Damian said after a while of silence. "I assume she's where you got your power?"

"Yeah," I said quietly, looking up at the ceiling. "She was- awesome. She was the first Black Canary. Trained in thousands of martial art styles."

"You're telling me things I already know," Damian stated, making me look at him.

"She was a pretty cool mom," I chuckled, crossing my legs on the bed. "She couldn't cook though. That was something she wasn't taught. She'd always make time for us to have an ice cream night. Every Friday." I smiled at the memory. "Sometimes she'd come back from patrol at midnight then wake me up, just so we could still eat ice cream."

"Do you still do it?" Damian questioned, turning to face me fully. "With your father?"

"Not usually," I stated, trying not to sound bitter. "He's usually busy with the Justice League and his company."

"How did she die?" Damian asked softly, making me go stiff.

"I was thirteen," I recited. "She and my dad went to face Prometheus. It was just in the early stages of my training-at least for the Canary cry, so I wasn't allowed to go. I- I remember my dad calling the house. He told me he'd be home soon, but something happened to Mom. Apparently, Prometheus slit her throat. She didn't want anyone to find out her identity so she insisted that only Martian Manhunter or Batman operated on her."

"But it was too late," Damian assumed. I nodded.

"Dad and I hardly even spoke after that," I sighed. "It hit us both- hard, but after a year, we got through it. He's still protective though."

"What about your powers?"

"I don't use them," I stated. "My mom died before we got far in training."

"Why don't you continue?" Damian asked. "I assume the league would be open to help or your friends."

"I can't," I sighed. "My vocal cords are too old."

"That sounds like an excuse," Damian stated. "I was unaware you were a quitter, Queen."

***End of flashback***

"I just figured you'd enjoy it," Damian shrugged, turning his head to the side to hide his smile.

"I do," I chuckled. "Although this is very cliche."

"I have seen as such in many of the movies Grayson forced me to watch," Damian admitted.

"Thank you, Damian," I smiled before rushing towards the outside counter, Damian following. "Hello!" I said to the person at the counter.

"Hello," the person said. She was a pretty girl, seemingly teen age with flawless makeup. She looked like she belonged at Dutch Brothers.

"I would like two scoops of y/f/i.c (your favirote ice cream) in a cup, please," I said before turning to Damian.

"Awesome," the girl said. "And you?"

Damian glanced at me. "None for me," he answered.

"You're not going to get anything?" I asked.

"I've never had ice cream," Damian admitted.

"Never?" I asked in shock.

"No," Damian said, his face showing me he didn't understand the problem. I scanned his face before turning to the girl.

"He'll have one scoop of almond in a cup," I stated.

"Alright," the girl smiled. "Be right with you."

"I said I didn't want any," Damian said, looking at me.

"You've never had it and you can't just sit there watching me eat," I protested. "Plus, I think you'll like it."

"Why is that?" Damian challenged.

"I'm an observer of people and you seem like an almond guy," I summarized.

"Explain your thinking Miss Queen," Damian said.

"Well, almond is more of a traditional Arabic ice cream flavor (please correct me if I'm wrong, I got this off the internet), and knowing you, you prefer salty and savory over sweet," I explained before leaning back and spreading my hands like I was presenting an amazing discovery.

"We shall see," Damian just said.

"Here," the girl chimed in, interrupting our discussion. She handed us our ice cream.

"Thank you," I said. I placed my ice cream on the counter before pulling out my wallet, but Damian had already paid. "I was going to pay," I said as he handed me my ice cream.

"It's proper etiquette for the man to pay," Damian said, leading me away from the ice cream shop.

"But it's not required," I chuckled. "Besides, we're both the children of billionaires." Damian didn't answer as he led me to a small park beside the shop. "I'll just pay next time."

"Next time?" Damian asked, stopping in front of a blanket with a projector on it.

"Yeah," I smirked. "If I haven't scared you away."

"Not at all," Damian said, sitting on the blanket. He motioned for me to sit down and I obliged.

"Try the ice cream," I said excitedly. Damian glanced at the tan-colored ice cream before taking a scoop and eating it. I stared at him, waiting for some type of reaction. His eyes widened before he took another scoop. "I told you!" I smirked.

"Coincidence," Damian scoffed but took more bites.

"Mhm," I hummed, leaning back on my free hand. I looked around, noticing a screen across from the projector. "You set this up?"

"Pennyworth did," Damian corrected. "Although I choose the film."

"Oh really?" I asked. "What'd you choose?"

"y/f/a/m (your favirote animated movie)," Damian stated. My face lit up. "Abby told me it was your favorite. Although I don't understand how or why a film made for children would be your favorite."

"You've never seen it have you?" I asked. Damian shook his head. "Then you'll figure out that it's not really a children's film. And you'll discover the superior soundtrack."

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 years

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Knight in Shining Red Armor | Dante + Child!Reader (DMC 4)

A/N: Hey so this is a rewrite of one of my first (and only) DMC fic from like...2016. This takes place post-DMC 4

You can read the og one on my DeviantArt! But if you're here for the new one then I hope ya'll enjoy!

Summary: Child!Reader was taken under Dante's wing after being saved from a demon invasion, but even years later he hesitates to tell them what he truly is, fearing they'll resent him for his demonic heritage.

............

"Hey, um..Dante?"

"What's up, kiddo?" The red-clad devil hunter asked, though he wasn't completely paying attention to you. Rather he was sitting at his desk, feet kicked up as he was flipping through a magazine.

Meanwhile you were roaming around the shop, stopping only to gaze at the massive curved sword with glowing gems hanging on the wall behind him. He mentioned claiming many weapons--"Devil Arms" as they were called--from defeated demons, but you were curious about their names.

"Just wondering..what's that sword behind you called?"

"The Sparda. It sealed the barrier between the Underworld and human world. Nero went through hell and back, quite literally, to return it to me, so don't even think about touching......it?"

Dante put the magazine down as he turned to see you holding the Sparda in your small hands. You smiled triumphantly, but stumbled a bit before the blade accidentally slammed into the wooden floor, making you wince.

"Oops."

Yet your little act amused him, as he chuckled and shook his head. "You're a little too young to go devil-hunting, I'm afraid. But maybe one day you will."

"And maybe you can help pay off Dante's debt, too." Trish lightly joked as she entered the room, taking the giant sword from you and putting it back on the wall.

Her words were responded by a groan from the male, who went back to reading.

"Whatcha reading?"

Dante slowly lowered the magazine to see you sitting on his desk, but he just snapped it shut and tossed it into the trash, out of your line of sight. "Nothing that eyes like yours gotta see."

"Okay....ooooooh, what's this briefcase?" Hopping off the desk, you ran over to Pandora and crouched down to poke the skull emblem.

"Pandora. That baby can turn into six hundred and sixty six different weapons, but...right now we only have access to seven." Now he was feeling like an exhausted teacher on a museum trip, trying to explain each exhibit to his hyper first graders--the exhibits being his Devil Arms.

Yet as you ran around asking him about more of them, he couldn't help but see his childhood-self reflected in you. Just full of energy and never-ending curiosity and optimism.

Yeah..he definitely saw the resemblance.

Eventually you decided to leave him be and dash off to your room.

And only then did Dante drop his smile, sighing as he put both feet back on the ground. He ran a hand through his hair before dragging it down the side of his face tiredly.

"You know..you'll have to tell them eventually." Trish reminded.

"How, though? That kid's afraid of all demons..hybrids or not. I'm pretty sure saying "oh by the way the guy who rescued you is actually half-demon" is gonna send 'em running, and...I can't risk that." He shook his head, gazing at the jukebox in the corner.

"But I think [y/n]'s old enough to comprehend the concept of not all demons being evil," Lady chimed in after overhearing the conversation. "Just give it to them straight and I'm sure they'll understand."

As much as Dante wanted to argue, he saw that she had a valid point. But he still worried...

How would you react?

It's been a few years since he saved you from a Mega Scarecrow, though it turned out that more demons invaded your neighborhood, slaughtering everyone you knew and loved. And as he took you back to the shop to patch you up, he could see the terror in your eyes, any traces of innocence long gone.

No child should have gone through such a tragedy.

A tragedy that he was all-too familiar with.

After the defeat of the Savior, things have been looking up. You've regained your happiness as you lived in Devil May Cry and learned of Dante's tales of devil hunting, though the memories of that horrible night never truly left you alone.

Along with that, just seeing a demon is enough to make you run and hide, and you were terrified when you first met Nero and saw his demonic arm.

From that incident alone, Dante became extremely reluctant to tell you of his own demonic heritage.

He just didn't know if he's only hurting you more by keeping it hidden..

...............

Later that night, you were plagued by yet another nightmare. Different demons, same neighborhood...same deaths of your loved ones.

But in this one Dante got hurt, too. And you tried so hard to be brave for him, even shouting in the demon's face...but in the end you failed as it snatched you away, dragging you into the darkness of the Underworld before he could reach you.

Although you calmed down since awakening, you wanted to be sure he was alright.

So with what little moonlight shone in the shop's darkness, you located the worn sofa where Dante laid. He was engrossed in some TV program, though after sensing your presence his eyes flickered to you.

No words had to be exchanged in order for him to see what was wrong, as he sat up and patted the spot beside him. You smiled in relief and climbed onto the sofa, snuggling into his side as he wrapped an arm around you. "Th-Thanks, Dante."

"No prob. So uh..another nightmare, I guess?"

"Yeah, but..they hurt you, too and...I-I tried staying brave. I shouted at them to leave you alone and..they didn't listen. But...I think one of them looked scared of me."

"Wow." He raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Gotta say I'm impressed."

"Really?"

"Absolutely. Y'know demons are used to seeing kids scream and cry, not take a stand against them. Plus that's pretty epic of you to defend me, so thanks." With a smile, he ruffled your hair.

"You're welcome," you giggled a bit. "But..I really just wanna be as brave as you. I mean...Nero says you laugh at giant demons and tease them all the time. How do you do that without being scared?"

"Well..it comes with the business. Getting them riled up just makes the fight more fun. At least for me. You might think I'm crazy but if ya decide to hunt demons one day...you'll see what I mean."

"But until then, could I watch you fight one? Like a big bad one?"

"......."

"Dante?"

"..kid, there's a reason I never took you on any missions." Dante sighed, swallowing back the growing lump in his throat as he carefully planned his next words. "And how I always...bounce back from getting smacked by a demon tail. No human would be able to withstand that without some broken bones."

"Oh?" You tilted your head. "Then..how can you if you're human?"

"....because I'm not fully human."

As much as he wanted to shut up, he decided to tell you the truth once and for all, not sugarcoating anything:

He explained how his parents were a demon and human--a forbidden romance which resulted in himself and Virgil being born. His bloodline allowed them to blend in with humans, exercise their demonic abilities in battle, and even tap into their true demon forms.

All the while you listened silently, with not much emotion on your face. So it was hard for him to tell what you were probably thinking in this moment.

It scared him.

"...and that's it." He sighed, closing his eyes and looking away from you. "So go ahead and hate me if you want. I won't blame you for-"

"Can you show me?"

Dante blinked stupidly as he swung his head back towards you, wondering if he heard you right.

"I...wish you told me before, but I don't wanna be scared of demons anymore." You smiled a tiny bit as you elaborated. "Especially not one who helped me. So...can I see your other form?"

"...a-alright. Just...if you get scared I can turn back instantly, so don't freak."

"I won't."

He had doubts you'll keep your word, but he got up and activated his Devil Trigger form. As he opened his eyes, you gasped upon seeing how much they were glowing--being orange rather than blue. Red electric sparks danced around his metallic body as he observed you close, anticipating your reaction. He expected you to scream or cry.

Yet..there was only curiosity and wonder in your eyes.

"Scared yet?" He asked in his distorted voice, crouching down in front of you.

Not even the way he spoke startled you, as you just shook your head. "I was wrong all along..not all demons are bad."

"Not even this one?"

"Nope. You look awesome..like a knight in shiny red armor."

"...wow..I um...." For once, the talkative devil hunter was at loss for words. But when you learned forward to hug him around the neck, he was completely shocked.

Earlier in the day he thought of countless worse-case scenarios, and yet...the best-case was happening right now.

You were accepting him, hugging him even.

He couldn't believe it.

Dante smiled as he wrapped his arms around you, making sure his armor spikes didn't hurt you. "Thanks, kid. It really means a lot that you're not terrified anymore........[y/n]?" He was concerned about your lack of response, before realizing you were dozing off.

'Damn..I might make a pretty good dad, after all..' He mused, standing up and making the trek back to your bedroom. Then he set you down and tucked you in, relief and warmth in his heart.

He had a feeling that your nightmares won't be so bad anymore. Now he felt like he could truly protect you.

Why?

Because he was gonna be your knight in shining red armor.

"Jeez, man. Quit clanking around shit and---AH!!! WHAT THE FUCK?!!"

"Shhhh! Chill out, Nero. You'll wake 'em." Dante was quick to shift back to his human form once he was outside your room, glaring at his nephew. "Why are you so freaked out? This ain't the first time you've seen my devil form."

"But still..why in the middle of the night?! Thought we had company."

"...just go back to bed, kid."

"Don't call me kid!"

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