Can Fright Knight x Batman be a thing? Is it already a thing? I just saw this post where Frighty is acting as Danny's dad and I just want something with Fredric Knight meeting Bruce like..
Bruce is happy Daimian is making friends. This new kid, Daniel "call me Danny" Knight, seems nice. Kid might be a meta or something, with the way his eyes reflect like a cats and how he seems to always be cold, but he doesn't seem to be a bad kid and his background seemed to check out.
Yesterday Damian had invited Danny over for a sleepover and Bruce was stoked. Dami is having a friend over! A civilian friend! This is so normal and great! Danny had said his father would be picking him up the next day and would show up on his motorcycle (which was apparently named Nightmare?)
Bruce is in the sitting room close to the entrance when Alfred goes to buzz the gate for Danny's father. After a few minutes, he can hear Alfred walking the man in and explaining that "young Master Damian will be down with young Daniel in a few minutes. Till then, maybe you'd like to speak with Master Bruce?"
Bruce almost falls out of his seat when this almost 7 foot tall hunk of a man walks in, with his long raven black hair with a streak of gray down the center, all pulled back into a low ponytail. His bright green eyes have that same, almost glowing, shine that Danny's have and he's got a neat bit of stubble on his sharp jaw. He holds himself tall and seems to scan the room before setting his gaze on Bruce, who is using all his will to not ogle at this gorgeous man in front of him.
He stands to greet him and, oh God, he may actually be 7ft. "You must be Danny's dad, right?" He offers his hand to shake, "Bruce Wayne. I'm happy to see my son making friends with such a nice kid."
The behemoth of a man stares at his hand for just a moment to long before he shakes it and introduces himself, "Fredric Knight. I'm also glad my son is making friends." He says with the hint of a smile, "He's been a bit reclusive since we came here and I don't believe that's been healthy for him."
The two fathers talk for a bit, Bruce doing his best to be Batman ever now and then to make sure this guy isn't a potential threat. After some time, Danny and Damien walk into the room with Danny's bags, "Hey Dad, hi Mr. Bruce. Sorry that took so long," he says as he walks over to Fred (Bruce was told he could call him that) and half hugs the man, "Dami has a snake and he let me feed her!" Fred looks down at his son and pats his head, "That sounds interesting, little prince. Was it a frightful creature?"
As father and son speak, Bruce notes how fond Fred seems of Danny. The 'little prince' name seemed cute and pretty fitting with the last name. He also notes how Fred seemed to relax just a bit the moment Danny walked into the room (the same way he would after his children returned from patrol safe and unharmed), huh.
They say their goodbyes and the father-son duo are escorted out. Bruce and Damien watch as they ride down the driveway, Danny doing his best to wave at them from between his father's arms.
"We should invite the both of them over for dinner." Bruce says with a hand on his son's shoulder, "Fred seems like an interesting character, don't you think?"
"Father,"
"Yes Damian?"
"Please do not seduce my friends father."
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cw: f!reader, vampire (Alucard is half-human, half-vampire), smut - dry humping, cunnilingus and blowjob (69 position), PIV sex (cowgirl), creampie - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Author's Note: I binged Castlevania during my little break from here and Alucard/Adrian Tepes is currently living in my mind rent free right now. In fact, I'm actually living in his castle and I'm the one paying him (with sex) and this is the result. MDNI divider by @/cafekitsune.
Alucard fucks you with those slutty little belts wrapped around his waist because he knows how much you like them.
He doesn't quite understand the obsession himself; he wears it for practical reasons, a holster for his ridiculously long sword. "Why are you so fascinated with these?" he asks, watching your fingers work nimbly on the tight straps, tracing his cold skin beneath it.
You're with him in bed, one arm linked around his fondly, the other stretched over his torso. You give him a warm smooch on his cheek, smiling softly. "I think they're sexy. Is that so wrong?"
He rolls his eyes, still not understanding. "What's so sexy about practicality?"
Deciding that it's better for you to demonstrate rather than trying to explain it any further, you swing your leg over his lap, straddling him. You're in your silky nightgown, him bare-chested with his leather pants still on. And, of course, those belts criss-crossed right above his loins. You hook your finger around it, snapping it against his skin. He hisses, baring his fangs at you, surprised. "What are you doing?"
"Showing you just how sexy practicality can be," you smirk, grabbing his belts with both hands, like reins on a horse. He licks his lips while watching, relaxing against the pillows, relenting control to you.
You start slow, rocking your hips back and forth onto his lap, thin layers of fabric separating you. Soon, you feel him hardening against his britches and you rub yourself on his bulge until your panties are creamy with slick. His grip on your waist tightens as you throw your head back in pleasure, a sweet moan escaping your lips. "Adrian."
"Show me," he mutters, voice trembling, golden eyes half-lidded in a daze from watching you. You lift the hem of your nightgown up, displaying the wet spot leaking through your undergarments. He hisses again, expression wild with lust now. Swiftly, he strips you naked, turning you around to plop you down onto his face to lap at your arousal, tasting every drop of you. You lean down, removing his bottoms while he pleasures you, leaving only his belts on. With a firm grip on them, you sink your mouth onto his cock, bobbing up and down on his shaft, swallowing him to the hilt.
When the both of you are barely hanging on the edge, he directs you back onto his lap, facing him, your cunt wet and glistening with slick and spit. "You better hold on tight, darling," he grins, flashing his fangs at you. He guides himself inside you as you squeeze his leather straps, holding on for dear life while he fucks up into you with rough and deep thrusts. His long, pristine fingers squelch on your throbbing clit, waiting for you to come twice more before he releases inside you, filling you up with his seed.
When he sees your combined mess dripping onto his belt, he finally understands the appeal.
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