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dannyphantom1234 · 4 months

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Reborn as Dan Phantom.

A fan of the show is reborn as Dan, the evil version of Danny just as he was created— but what no one knew was a fangirl had taken over the body and knew just what to do to help her family that would suffer what she just went through unless she did something to help. So— she creeped towards Clockwork, stole the time medallion, went to the timeline of the original, and immediately took over as big brother figure to help these poor children from suffering the future they would have to endure alone without adult supervision.

She— now he— didn’t care for gender, and just wanted to help and protect his new(ish) family from bad people. What he didn’t know was he was also thrown alongside the dc universe, which was an awesome discovery on his part later on.

Dan— or Dante— as he wished to be called, came to the group with sorrow in his heart as he explained what would happen in the future if Danny cheated on his test, not that it was anyone’s fault but fates. He explained how no one was at fault and it could all be avoided if he could help it.

He took over the ghost fights, and had a long talk with Clockwork about what would happen and his real purpose for being there.

His original timeline was obviously erased, and the only reason he survived was because of the medallion, so later he had to go through ghost magic and make himself his own person, gained a whole butt load of tattoos intertwined with ghost time magic and becomes the next king of the infinite realms after defeating the old guy easily after seeing him beat up his little bro.

Dante became king instead of Danny and took over all the overloaded paperwork along the way.

What he didn’t know, was that he would be summoned because of his status. He really thought the fan fictions were just exaggerating what would happen if he was ever given the position and power. Well, it was all true from what he read.

(I’m making this a Dante/King Phantom x Jason Todd/Red Hood).

He made an actual legal identity for himself with the help of Technus and Tucker, who became better pals after they set aside the fact that they attacked each other at some point or another.

Danny became a little brother to him, Jazz became his little sister who likes to treat him as if he were still Danny at times, and Danielle became his daughter.

Dante legally adopted Dani after they got his papers in order, and made her an identity as well. Elle was much younger than he remembered, but then again, she was deaged recently and just came back into contact with the group, who couldn’t take care of her because they were still children as well.

Vlad was still a little evil but leveled out after a huge diabolical involving Maddie, their so called mother.

Madeline Fenton had thought her son and daughter conspired with the ghosts and attacked them in their own home, Danny was greatly injured with multiple blast wounds and Jazz suffered a concussion while trying to push him out of the target zones.

Jack had football tackled Madeline and the rest was history.

Vlad had fallen out of love with her after seeing what she did to her own children, and instead got his head out of his butt and realized he was in love with Jack all along.

Jack divorced Madeline, took custody of his kids and decided they should move, all while Vlad made plans to take down GIW with Team Phantom.

Jack and Vlad met him and decided to emotionally adopt Dante as well in their messed up family.

Dante got a job as a mechanic and started his own business in Gotham. Very cliche from all the fanfics he read in his past life but he wanted to do something he knew and loved. He loved fixing things and his side job as the king of the infinite realms was basically being like a father to ghost children while scolding those who thought it was a good idea to attack innocent mortals.

He mainly spent his time raising Danielle. Giving her everything she deserves and making her happy now that his family was safe.

He was randomly summoned by the Justice League who were ready to full on attack him until they saw him reading to his child, not realizing he was summoned until someone cleared their throat. He was literally in his own little bubble, reading his two year old daughter a storybook while holding her against his chest as he floated above the ground, laid back in a relaxed position.

How it would go:

I looked up from the book after feeling a sudden shift in my surroundings, seeing multiple very brightly dressed people in front of me. I glared, shifting completely into my ghost king form while holding my daughter close to my chest. The storybook I was reading had disappeared into a pocket dimension for later, as I had to deal with this madness.

“Who in their right minds would summon the Ghost King? I literally burnt all those summoning books to ash.” I grumbled, and looked down to see Elle had slightly woken up at the sound of my deep voice.

“Dada?” She mumbled, rubbing her right eye as she sat up from my chest.

“It’s alright, Elle,” I rumbled, kissing her forehead as she plopped back down to take her nap again at my reassurance. “We can finish reading time later today.” I murmured to her as she went back to snoozing.

“What do you want, mortals?” I asked nonchalantly.

“Why does the ghost king have a child? And how in the hell are you not attacking us as the books state?” Zatanna asked, looking on at me in shock.

“You willingly want to be attacked after summoning me? That’s idiotic. “ I state, looking bored with their conversation. I still held Elle close, not answering their questions about my child just yet.

“No, a bloody idiot summoned you just as we defeated him as a last defense!” Constantine spat out, looking hysterical.

“Well, sorry to break the news, coward, but the last king was defeated by me after trying to take over the world, he is now locked away in forever sleep until we can find a way to get rid of him completely.” I explained to the coward looking at me in shock on the ground, bruises across his face and the usual weird looking villain costume on him.

I looked around for a quick second before stopping at the Batfam. Who were all here in a more relaxed formation seeing a child in my arms. My favorite fandom family in my last life.

I looked them over before spotting the Red Hood, my celebrity crush I had on him was no secret to my family, but they had no room to judge for themselves.

His aura admitted contaminated ectoplasm, and I knew I had to heal him sometime in the future.

“May I ask what your goals are? And who is this child?” Superman spoke up after a moment of digesting my information about my new position.

“I protect both living and the undead. I don’t have a world ending goal in mind, just to raise my daughter and give her the life she deserves.” I said, looking down at my daughter with a small smile that would be unnoticeable to most.

I looked back up to see the large group had softened at my words and I was about to ask a question about Red Hood, when my daughter suddenly decided this was taking too long and too much noise for her to take a nap.

“Dada! Where puppy?” She demanded answers, smacking the side of my face with her chubby hands, as I floated there, unmoving with an emotionless face towards the group.

“Cujo is with the twerp, remember? He will come by later for playtime.” I answered, which was slightly muffled as she squished my cheeks together and smiled at me happily.

“Dada! Fishh—“ she squealed out, looking happy with herself as she giggled at my face.

“You gremlin—“ I muttered out, tickling her sides as she squeaked, her flying out of my arms and turning into her young ghost form, looking ready to play.

“Playtime?” She asked, bouncing a little in the air, clapping her hands a little.

“Not yet, blob ghost. We need to head back home for snack time.” I explained, crossing my arms as she pouted, my arm muscles bulged a bit as I crossed them, and I still always forget the fact that I’m taller than most, alongside bigger. In my past life, I was a stick of a girl that had spaghetti arms, much different for sure.

Her pouting turned into the famous puppy eyes, and I turned back to the group to avoid them, only to see amused faces all around.

“Do you guys need anything before we head back? I’m sure you don’t want to deal with a Princess tantrum.” I rumbled out, looking on in disinterest as Elle decided to hug the side of my face like an octopus. She probably still had the puppy eyes on.

“You have an adorable daughter!” Princess Diana exclaimed soon after I was finished speaking. “How old is she?” She asked, looking at me curiously as I lowered myself to the ground, Elle now floating behind my head as she played with my low ponytail.

“She is now two years old.” I answered, swiftly nabbing Elle from behind me while reaching the back of my head. I lowered my arms to see I had her upside down now, her hanging like a sack of potatoes as she giggled.

“Dada!” Elle exclaimed, waving her arms around her in glee as she looked up at me.

“You don’t feel like a ghost completely… neither does she, what are you exactly?” Constantine asked, waving his hand at me in confusion.

“I don’t know if I can trust you with that information, Constantine.” I growled a little, glaring at him as he stepped forward while Elle hid behind me.

“Hey now! Let’s calm down, no one needs to start anything!” Nightwing stepped in front of the glaring Constantine who looked more and more like a bug the longer I looked at him.

“There isn’t anything to start, really. His soul is in shreds at the moment, not very powerful compared to my kind anyway.” I stated, crossing my arms once again as Elle peaked out from over my shoulder.

“Now, I need to speak with a Mr. Red Hood.” I said, looking on at the Batfam who tensed at my words.

“Why?” Batman growled out, stepping in front of the confused Red Hood.

“To heal him, of course.” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose as I heard sounds of confusion from everyone else.

“His ectoplasm is very corrupted. He has the ghost flu, in which case makes my kind very moody and in need of pure ectoplasm to filter it and his emotions.” I briefly explained, unpinching my nose as I looked up from the ground. Willing my headache away for now.

“So his pit madness is basically the ghost flu?” Red Robin murmurs out hysterically, almost giggling in disbelief.

“Yes, I have heard of his haunt, Crime Alley, that being under his protection, I have never stepped foot on his property because I didn’t want to seem like a threat to a sick person who can’t control themselves completely with such a sickness.” I explained myself a bit nervously, rubbing the back of my neck a little with my right hand as Elle now sat on my left shoulder, swinging her legs.

“Wow, the ghost king is a dork…” I heard Spoiler mutter to Orphan, who nodded in agreement.

I huffed, crossing my arms and floated once again. “I can come back another time. I just wished to help a little. My doctor can probably fix him quicker than I, but I know what to do as I have studied under him for more than over a year now.” I informed them.

“So the pit madness can go away…?” Red Hood asked, stepping from around Batman to speak to me clearly.

“I’m unsure of what this “Pit Madness” is, but yes, I can heal you and make sure you properly get the help you need from your emotional roller coaster sickness.” I said, looking down at him as he took a few more steps to me, his family following behind him.

“Well, when can you fix me?” He asked, his voice modifier cutting all emotions from his voice, but I can clearly feel his emotions bursting from his almost formed core. It seems this sickness had stopped him from forming his core completely and left him sick for many years.

I could feel his hope, his rage and especially his bursts of want for some reason.

“I can fix you right now, but I wasn’t sure if you wanted privacy or not. It’s very…. Intimate. I can take you somewhere private if you would like?” I rumbled out, the burst of want came out more clearly, and I could tell Red Hood was clearly not expecting that word choice.

“Take me anytime—“ I could clearly hear his muttered out answer behind his helmet with my enhanced hearing, but I don’t know if I was supposed to hear that.

“Nope! Little Wing— you are not going with the ghost king—“ Nightwing suddenly yelled out, the whites of his mask bigger as Spoiler, Red Robin, and Signal burst into loud laughter. Batman sighed loudly in disappointment. Robin just “Tt” and sighed alongside his father, looking like a mini bat. Orphan just smiled at me.

“By intimate, I mean having a look at your soul, I will essentially have to take a closer look at that and cure you.” I fixed my words, making it seem as if I didn’t hear anything and I could feel a little disappointment coming from Red Hood but he nodded at my explanation.

#dc x dp #danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc crossover #Dante Fenton #jason todd #jason todd x danny fenton #danny fenton x jason todd #batman #dc universe #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc fic #random thoughts #please don’t even take this seriously #I had an idea and threw it onto the internet because I’m currently sleep deprived and overworked

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aldryrththerainbowheart · 3 days

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In Da Club and still thinking about that tortured boytoy

#devil may cry #dante sparda #jason todd #astarion #jason todd x reader #astarion x reader #dante x reader

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starry-bi-sky · 9 months

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Clone Danny: Dan interlude 7.5

i'm writing this because im struggling to come up with the next part to the clone danny au. however I have had many thoughts about our resident evil man. So if anyone remembers part two of this au, I mentioned that I wanted to make Dan's circumstances a little different than canon, considering Danny's circumstances were different. I'm not sure where I got the idea that Dan wouldn't be inclined to destroy the world after his creation, but i'm sticking with it because I love to explore new things in aus. So 👏 DAN and i swear i might end up calling him a different name because ong i cant stand the name Dan

so. Dan. Dante? I like Dante. but i'll call him Dan for the time being. So: clone danny is not a halfa, right? not really at least. he has a core and he has the ghost sense but nothing else. big difference in canon already since there's no 'ghost half' for vlad to rip out like in canon.

Danny's family is DEAD. disintegrated [exaggeration] in a nasty burger explosion. so he's. bruce wayne levels of depressed. real bruce wayne-core

Vlad, instead of offering to tear out his ghost half, instead offers to try and find a way for Danny to be safely reunited with his family in the afterlife

(he's lying. he's gonna try and make danny a halfa)

Ofc, Danny with his ghost-core obsession being family-based, agrees. he's desperate and depressed. ripe for the picking

Vlad gets everything set up. But turning a human into a halfa is risky risky business, a 1-and-100 chance to happen successfully

so. Danny dies in the experiment. painfully. and he comes back immediately as a ghost. essentially murdered

and ye gods is he PISSED. Vlad lied to him. Vlad lied to him. Danny is a family-obsessed ghost and Vlad lied to him about his family and then he killed him

Vlad is a dead man

Danny doesn't just kill Vlad, he destroys him. He never merges with his Vlad's ghost half because he doesn't want power he wants him fucking dead.

SO dead Vlad is.

now where does this leave our precious, freshly ghosted, full-of-rage Daniel Fenton?

not destroying the world thats for certain. and, well. that's not to say that Danny couldn't go on a blind, grief-stricken rage that results in him becoming the walking apocalypse. he could totally still do that

do I want to do that? well, i don't hate the idea however I personally enjoy the idea that I came up with in the alternative

with Dan no longer a one-ghost-apocalypse, how does he become Danny's TUE? My solution: time travel. Danny doesn't go to the future to go see him, Dan comes back to the past to go see Danny.

i am not partial to the idea that ghosts age over time. So for the last ten years Dan has remained as a dead 14 year old kid the entire time. I like to think its more tragic that way.

At some point during those ten years, Dan figures out that time travel is real. And he becomes obsessed with figuring out how to do it so that he can go back in time and take his past self's life and get his family back

Yeah. a real Miguel O'Hara right here folks

Dan succeeds in his time travel, and suddenly the Phantom's nightly patrol is being interrupted by a ghost that is... unsettlingly similar to him.

Dan knows himself better than anyone. When he finds out time travel is real, he spends his time researching it and growing stronger. He needs to be as unpredictable as possible. He knows that his past self will be in his prime as the Phantom and will be used to adapting to unpredictable and seemingly invincible enemies. He needs to be able to beat that

So. Dan and Danny fight the first(1) time

Danny gets his ass handed to him

Dan reveals himself and goes on a villain monologue. Dan's ghost form is different than in canon, since its a close replica to Danny's Phantom gear. The only difference is that Dan's white CJ Mask has black tear streaks down from the eyes that are blotchy and smudged. As if he'd been crying ink. There are a few other subtle differences too, like Dan has a few trinkets that are motifs to his family, but i can't think of what without cluttering up his outfit

Dan can't kill Danny, unfortunately. As its his past self. Killing him would result in Dan ceasing to exist. However he can imprison him or overshadow him. Dan overshadows him, and Danny goes under.

This is chalking up to be more traumatizing for Danny than I thought

Danny is only partially conscious during the overshadowing. It's like one of those weird vertigo dreams. something is wrong but he doesn't know what

And it's actually his friends that help realize that something is wrong. Dan may be Danny, but its been ten years since he last saw his friends. Something has to give. Whether it be the subtle strangeness in his behavior, a dip in his humor and morality, or the way he speaks like he's reminiscing.

This idea is diverging more from canon than i thought, but Danny does eventually kick out Dan and defeat him. But its right before the nasty burger explosion. Danny can't make it in time, but Dan does. A very sudden save that Danny wasn't expecting and is confused about

Danny eventually meets up with Dan later that night to interrogate him, and brings Sam and Tucker with. They find out his whole tragic backstory

And the few days Dan has had with Sam and Tucker and back with his family have kinda reminded him what he was like before his death and before rage and grief took over his afterlife

He's kinda mellowed out slightly -- or at least snapped out of his obsession mostly.

they talk. Dan talks about what happened in his timeline. probably breaks down and cries, allowing him to properly process the grief he's been avoiding for the last decade

there's no forgiveness yet. Dan overshadowed Danny (terrifying him in the process and realizing that despite everything, there are still things that ghosts can do that Danny's not prepared for. he needs to prepare), tried to take over his life, and was all around violent and cruel to him out of jealousy and desperation. However, there is a chance of redemption

Dan doesnt want to go back to his time. his family isn't there. he's alone. he doesnt want to be alone. he's fourteen years old and dead

but... but he knows he doesn't belong here. his time with the fentons has passed, and he has an afterlife to look into. he can't... cling to the past. and its a voice that sounds like jazz saying this in his head

"you can visit" danny says after a moment, seeing the fear on dan's face. he's a bleeding heart through and through, even if he resents Dan just a little bit for what he did "you know how to time travel, right? I don't think there's any harm coming to visit"

"or," tucker says, "we can visit you! you can show us your time! i want to see what technology is like in ten years"

Dan... looks hopeful. and they mean it too. yes. visiting... that makes him feel better. "if Vlad gives you trouble don't be afraid to tell me" he offers in turn, and smiles wide and toothily. much too wide for a human. "i'll be happy to handle him again"

Danny makes a mental note to never let the two meet. "i will"

and Dan disappears

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 4.5 (Dani interlude) Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 7.5 (Dan Interlude) Part 8

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#danny phantom #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #danny fenton is a clone #dpxdc #dp crossover #dpxdc crossover #'i love to explore new things in aus' is starry speak for:#im allergic to following the blueprint i have to make an idea my own or i get hives #my college bed is currently hurting my back so im staying up to write this #stay tuned i may just make my 'danny is a jason todd variant' au public if im awake any longer #so i went to bed before i finished this SO if anyone shows interest in my jason todd variant au in the tags or the comments #then i will still make it public #dan is such a nonthreatening name and i know thats prolly the POINT but oh god do i still hate it #Neil or Dante is what i've been calling him #or Wraith / Rath #atsv spoilers #just to be safe with that miguel ohara line?#redemption is a slow and painful thing #Dan cries when he returns. really cries.#and Danny goes home and starts figuring out a way to prevent overshadowing #he has nightmares for weeks afterwards #I want a Dan and Danny friendship #see an alternative ending: Dan stays in the present and (eventual) twins Danny and Ellie become triplets Dante Danny and Ellie #we have dan and ellie and dan and jazz #i want to see a dan who becomes fiercely protective over his past self and joins the scary dog club with one Eleanor Fenton #not seen: Dan(te) moves to gotham and accidentally befriends 30 year old Jason Todd and eventually becomes part of the wayne family #danny has to go to the future and tell dan that they're clones #when Dan's in the past he's Dan but when he's in the future he's Danny and vice versa

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jodielandons · 10 months

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DANTE REYES + dancing while causing absolute mayhem

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#fast x #dante reyes #jason momoa #fast and furious #usergif #mediagifs #filmtvcentral #filmedit #junkfooddaily #filmgifs #dailyflicks #tvandfilm #cinematv #cinemapix #userbbelcher #mygifs

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keefechambers · 8 months

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AIMES & DANTE + tumblr posts

#a post that's only for me :)#fast x #dante reyes #aimes #daimes #fast 10 #fast and furious #jason momoa #alan ritchson #they're such sickos they should kiss

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missjadesfics · 2 months

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“Lavender Love”

Dante Reyes x Reader gif credit: @keefechambers dividers: @cafekitsune @saradika-graphics Summary: Dante meets his love on the race track Warnings: Smut, 18+ MDNI, Dante being cute, sexual innuendos, soft sex, dry humping, Dante worshipping reader, he's a boob guy, p in v sex, unprotected sex, praise kink, daddy kink. Word Count: 2.6k Disclaimer: I don't own the Fast X characters, nor do I claim them as my own. And as always, wrap before you tap. Comments likes, and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx

Dante thrived on being the best at whatever he did. He saw someone do whatever they did; he wanted to do it better. Showing off his lavender silk shirt, he paraded through the ocean of people waiting for the next car race. Admiring the cars and the sounds of the engines, his attention focused on a woman sitting on the hood of a Ford Mustang. Her legs swung back and forth as she leaned back on her arms. Dante raised his scarred brow, taking her in. She looked young, in her 20s, maybe early 30s. She was wearing purple, not his shade of lavender, perhaps darker. Dante smiled when the woman tilted her head in his direction, her eyes locked with his. This wasn’t the first time he had seen her; she had been here every night for the past week. Racing her in car, watching Dante race in his, both looking at each other from far away but never speaking. Tonight, that was about to change.

Making his way over, she grinned, raking her fingers through her hair. She pretended not to know Dante was coming her way, looking at the sky. She was playing coy. Dante chuckled as he sat beside her; he leaned over. “That’s a pretty dress; too bad it could be ripped off your body tonight”, Dante breathed, his voice husky, his lips ghosting over her shoulder. She fluttered her eyelashes softly, studying Dante’s expression; his green eyes met hers. “That would be too bad; it happens to be my favourite,” she told him with a giggle. Dante hummed lightly. The corner of his mouth quirked in amusement. “I’ve yet to know your name”, He purred. She bit her bottom lip playfully. “Y/n”, she gave him her name with a seductive smile. “And do I get to know yours?” She asked for his. Dante laughed lightly before grasping her hand gently. “Dante”, he kissed her hand. Y/n felt her breath hitch at the touch of his hand on hers. Y/n’s eyes sparkled with interest, matching Dante’s. His thumb traced her hand delicately, trailing up her arm and his fingers, leaving a fire trail in their wake. Y/n whimpered lightly at the feeling. Dante noticed a smirk dancing on his handsome face.

“I hope you’ll remember my name, princess. I want to hear you scream it tonight.” he teased Y/n. Her eyes widened at his bold words, a blush on her cheeks. “Is that a promise, or are you just that confident?” she replied, breathing heavily, her heart racing as Dante leaned to her ear, kissing her neck lightly. “Both”, he growled lowly.

Dante swept Y/n off the hood of her car and walked through the crowd, returning to his villa where he was spending the week. Y/n stood behind him as he pulled out his room key card and opened it successfully. Dante stepped aside, letting Y/n walkthrough. Closing the door behind them, Y/n admired the villa around her; Dante must be rich; she looked back at him as he walked to the bar. She couldn’t pin him, but he did look familiar; maybe that’s why she was so intrigued by him throughout their time here. Dante turned around with two glasses on the counter. “What is the lady’s poison?” he grinned Y/n leaned on the marble countertop. “Whatever you think will loosen me up the most for you”, she answered. Dante’s eyes shined with amusement as he winked. “Lucky for you, a bartender always knows their customers” he poured them both a whiskey, each raising their glasses and drinking the liquid in one sip. Y/n never had whiskey before, but she didn’t hate how it tasted. It was smoother than she expected, just like Dante.

Nodding, she breathed, “That will loosen someone up” She put down the glass. Dante circled the counter and cupped her face, kissing her passionately. Moaning, Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, his arms lifting her. “Dante”, Y/n moaned, her legs wrapped around his waist. “Yeah?” he mumbled, kissing her neck; he carried her to the bed and laid her down. “I changed my mind,” she said as Dante pulled away, looking confused and slightly hurt. “Oh, uh well, this is awk-” he started, and Y/n put her hands on his chest. “No, no, I mean, I changed my mind about you ripping my dress. It’s not my favourite,” she said, lying on the bed, Dante’s eyes widening in surprise. He grinned, his hands rubbing her body. “You sure about that? It is pretty,” he pretended to convince her, his hands already beginning to pull at her dress. Y/n nodded, batting her eyelashes. “Please”, she pleaded. Dante indeed ripped her dress just like he said he would, a sharp gasp escaping her mouth, feeling the cool air hit her heated skin.

Dante admired her on his bed; she blushed under his gaze, her hands reaching for him. Dante removed his shirt, leaning down to kiss Y/n again; her hands touched his bare chest, feeling his muscles flex under her touch. Moaning into the kiss, Y/n’s hands tugged at Dante’s belt, unbuckling it. Pulling away from the kiss, Dante threw the belt away, raking his fingers through his hair and breathing heavily. “Someone is eager”, his rich baritone voice sent shivers through her, his hips ground against hers, pressing his hard cock in between her legs. “And you’re so wet. I’ve barely done anything yet, princess,” he rumbled, his fingers tracing her breasts spilling out of the top of her bra, leaving featherlight kisses afterwards. Y/n moaned at the sensation on her skin, lifting herself off the bed and into his body. Needing to feel him closer, Y/n pulled him toward her. Dante’s pupils, dilated and blown with lust, observed her movements with a light snicker. He rested his head on hers gently. “Shh, I’ll take care of you”, he whispered in a soft moan, watching Dante sit up slowly; he removed her black lace underwear teasingly down her legs, kissing as he did so. Y/n unclasped her bra, throwing the garment on the floor.

Dante picked Y/n up and sat her on his lap. Feeling her arousal soak his silk pants, he groaned his tongue and swiped her bottom lip teasingly. Rolling her hips, Y/n blushed, grinding down on him, both moaning loudly. “There you go, princess. Gotta get you ready for me” he held her face hissing, feeling his cock twitch in his pants. Balancing herself with her palms on his shoulders, Y/n threw her head back. Dante kissed her throat, his arms wrapped around her. Pulling her down harder, he grunted at the feeling. Softly kissing her sternum, Dante kissed and sucked love bites on her breasts. “Love these” “ he growled Y/n giggled at his obsession with her breasts. He’s definitely a boob guy. She noted in her mind. “Dante!” Her mouth fell open in a loud cry. Her body began to grow hot, feeling her orgasm build in her core. Her thighs began to ache as her body moved faster, chasing her climax. Dante grinned, looking down and seeing her wetness seep into the silk. He closed his eyes, bucking his hips up and moaning. Flipping them over, he spread Y/n’s legs, pinning her beneath him.

Panting, Dante let out a broken groan, thrusting harder Y/n whined, arching her body off the bed. “Yes, Dante, please”, she begged, wrapping her arms around him and feeling her climax wash over like a wave. Dante groaned, feeling his release spill as they both moaned. Recovering after a few minutes, Dante stood up and pulled off his remaining clothes. Seeing the wet patch, he smirked. “You made a real mess”, he teased her Y/n’s eyes fluttered open, and a beautiful yet dazed smile graced her lips. “No man has made me make such a mess”, she praised him with a cheeky smirk.

Dante’s eyes lit up as Y/n spread her legs from him to climb in between. Kissing her breasts, taking his time worshipping each one, he moaned low in his throat. “You are absolutely perfect, better than my imagination. And my imagination is wild” he licked his lips before kissing Y/n’s lips, his hand draping one of her legs around his torso. “You’ve had the wrong men in your life, baby girl. Don’t worry, Daddy is here now” he lined himself up with her wet entrance, the tip of his cock brushing her clit. Y/n’s eyes closed tightly, her mouth agape. Dante licked a broad stroke up her neck to her cheek as he buried himself inside her.

Feeling how tight she was, Dante felt his eyes roll back into his head, holding himself back from fucking her roughly. Y/n gripped his biceps tightly as she felt Dante fill her to the hilt. “Oh fuck princess”, Dante croaked, his arms on either side of Y/n’s head, caging her underneath. Y/n wrapped her other leg around his torso, pulling him closer. “You’re so big, Daddy; it feels so good.” She looked him in the eyes, sensing his reserve, and Y/n touched his cheek. “What’s wrong?” she asked with a look of concern. He shook his head and leant on his forearms. “It’s taking all I have not to fuck you dumb into this bed. But I don’t want to,” he murmured, moving slowly, rocking his hips. His lips ghosted over Y/n’s, both panting a grunt, leaving Dante’s lips; noticing her eyes closed and her face contorted in pleasure, he smiled, his lips kissing the corner of her mouth. His breath was fanning her cheek. “You’re taking me so well, princess”, he praised Y/n’s walls clenched around him as he praised her. “Oh, someone likes being praised, hmm”, he purred Y/n moaned his words, making her wetter. Dante intertwined her hand with his, lacing their fingers.

Writhing under Dante, Y/n’s body moved with his matching thrusts. Hitting her sweet spot and everywhere in between, she could feel every inch of him fill her deeply. She had never seen a man as big as Dante before, and she loved every moment. She was used to rough fucking and the typical one-night stands; she wouldn’t have minded that from Dante. But this sensual side she didn’t see often, he knew how to look after a woman. Tending to her needs, worshipping her like a goddess. He didn’t just want to screw her in the bed like a madman, and that’s it; he admitted he did, but he wanted to savour it.

Both were drowning in each other’s eyes, touches, and bodies. Y/n’s mind drifted to how they had met. Over the past week, the sexual attraction between them grew as they watched one another. Y/n loved seeing Dante climb into his lavender car, purposely revving his engine while he looked at her, blowing her an air kiss as he winked at her. Y/n would catch his kiss and place it on her chest. Dante would hang out his window, reaching out for her in faux desperation before taking off in his race. When it was her turn to race, she would bend over and start her car from the outside. Dante’s lips would curl, taking in her little show, his chest heaving with lust. Climbing into her car, she would bite her finger before sucking the pad. Her tongue would lick the extra saliva built up. Dante’s eyes would harden, swallowing deeply before walking away, tending to his growing hard cock. Y/n would giggle as she prepared for her race. When she won, Y/n grabbed a drink from the bar and downed her shot. Dante’s green eyes watched her every move; sensing him, she would look over her shoulder and smile. She was teasing him.

One night, she drove him insane while he waited to race against his opponent, and he rolled his head to the side. His eyes widened as he leant out of her window, and his mouth fell open as she waved at him. She wore a low v-neck shirt and the shortest pair of shorts he had ever seen. Sucking on a lollipop, his nose flared as he gripped the steering wheel, his focus on the road. His eyes and head slowly turned as she winked, mouthing, ‘Good luck, baby’ Dante clenched his jaw, revving the engine loudly. Everyone cheered as he narrowed his eyes. Y/n’s eyes lit up in excitement; he grinned, putting his foot on the pedal and holding it down. Dante licked his lips. “That what you want”, he mouthed back Y/n nodded, biting the lollipop as the flag in front of Dante came down and Dante’s lavender impala sped off. Coming back over the finish line, Dante cheered, spinning around victorious. His eyes fell on Y/n, and she applauded him with a grin. Dante sighed as she disappeared into the crowd, missing his last chance to speak to her. Or so he thought.

“Y/n baby, you okay?” Dante’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts; she nodded and giggled, “Just thinking about how much teasing you endured from me over the week”, Dante growled at her words, thrusting hard, making her mewl “Yes, well, maybe if someone had stopped disappearing before I had the chance to speak, I wouldn’t have had to” he grunted Y/n wriggled feeling Dante’s hips rut into her roughly “You loved it” She whispered a light laugh erupting from his lips “Quite the assumption” he replied kissing her neck. Y/n mewled at the feeling of Dante filling her up; he stayed true to his word. He didn’t fuck her roughly; he wanted to take his time and cherish her. “You just loved fucking teasing me, my little vixen”, he panted with a hearty laugh against her cheek Y/n hummed in response. “You did some teasing yourself, too, if I recall”, Y/n replied, whining loudly when Dante hit her sweet spot roughly. “Yeah, but you deserved it. I might be taking it easy with you now. But next time, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll struggle to walk,” he growled Y/n shuddered. “I look forward to it” She kissed him roughly. She moaned into the kiss, feeling her second climax approaching rapidly. “Daddy, don’t stop”, Dante moaned, his cool rings soothing her heated skin as he gripped her waist. “Don’t worry, baby daddy’s got you”, he murmured, pecking her forehead. “Gonna come for me, princess?” he asked her. She nodded, looking into his green eyes. Biting her lip, Dante thrust wildly, his hips rutting harshly into Y/n’s. He gripped the headboard, his knuckles turning white as he came inside her with a loud groan. Y/n wrapped her arms under his shoulders, crying out as she came around his cock. “Fuck”, Dante breathed; coming down from his high, he brushed the sweaty hair out of Y/n’s face.

Pecking her lips, he laid his head in between her breasts, blowing small raspberries, tickling her skin, her fingers raking through his hair tenderly. “Hope you aren’t needed back anywhere by anyone anymore” Dante kissed her chest, sucking the skin Y/n let out a soft moan. “Why do you say that?” She asked him, her eyes fluttering, seeing him raise his head and look into her eyes, a playful grin on his lips.

“My darling princess, you’re mine now.”

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