#dawn granger imagine

[inlovewithalotoffandoms]

Dick: Absolutely not.

You: Are you kidding me?

Dick: You're not going on that mission and that's final.

Dawn: Dick maybe you should-

Dick: No! She's not going!

You: You're not my brother! So stop acting like it!

Dick: Like hell I will!

Kory: How about we all just take a five and get back to this in the morning?

Dick: No, we're doing this now.

Gar: This is too painful to watch. Man, just let her go on the mission.

Dick: No! And this is the last time we discuss this!

You: Screw you!

*You angrily went to your room.* *Dick sighed.*

Kory: Nice going, Grayson.

*In your room.* *You were drawing aggressively.* *Dick knocked on the door.*

You: Who is it?

Dick: It's me.

You: What do you want?

Dick: Just open the door. Please.

*You used your powers to open the door and let Dick in.* *Dick sat down on the chair that was in front of your bed.*

Dick: Look, I get that you're mad at me.

You: Understatement.

Dick: I'm just trying to protect you.

You: From what!? So what if this mission is dangerous! I can beat the shit outta 'em.

Dick: And that's exactly why I don't want you to go. You need more training, and you need to learn how to control your emotions better.

You: Fuck emotions, Dick.

Dick: Y/N, just listen to what I'm trying to say.

You: Since when have I listened to your stupid ass!

Dick: Okay that's it! You're not going on the field for 2 months!

You: That is absolute bullshit.

Dick: Do you want me to add two more months to that?

You: Will you stop acting like you're my brother?

Dick: Nah, I don't think I will.

You: That's exactly what Y/B/N (Your Brothers Name) would say if he was here. You act too much like him.

Dick: You can be the gal in the chair.

You: Will I get paid?

Dick: 5 bucks?

You: 10.

Dick: Fine, 10 bucks an hour.

You: Great. NOW GET OUT OF MY ROOM!

Dick: Alright, okay. I'm going. Jezz.

#dc titans #titans imagine #dick grayson #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x teen!reader #kory anders imagine #kory anders #kory anders x teen!reader #dawn granger #dawn granger imagine #dawn granger x teen!reader

[ghostdrafts]

Okay okay I’ve got one

Titans movie night

What would that be like?

Oh, there’s so much to unpack with this one. Titans movie nights are always eventful. The whole purpose of it is to catch up on a little r&r time, but it’s anything but that.

It takes an hour alone just to decide what take out they’re ordering. And then another hour after that arguing over pizza toppings

Hank is very adamant about pineapple and jalapeño

Rachel and Dick feel very strongly about why that’s disgusting

Gar doesn’t actually care as long as there’s no meat on it

Which sparks another heated debate between him and Hank about how a pizza needs meat that ends abruptly when Gar briefly distorts his face into tiger-like features. Hank doesn’t know what to say from there.

In the end, they each get their own individual pizza.

Pepperoni for Rachel, cheese for Gar, Chicago deep dish for Dick, the abominable pineapple and jalapeño for Hank, margarita pizza for Dawn, Kory is still figuring out what she likes so she manages to one up Hank with pickles and bacon.

Conner copies Gar because it seems like a safe option and Jason copies Dick, because obviously.

Once the pizza is squared away, the next argument ensues.

What they’re going to watch.

The choices rapid fire between sci-fi, horror, action, and Disney

Rachel wins by vote that gets everyone else outnumbered when she explains the entire premise of Lilo & Stitch to Conner and Kory. And Dawn would rather watch a Disney movie over Hellraiser or Mission Impossible.

Rachel exclusively watches cartoons and Dick doesn’t mind that much.

Jason gets hit in the back of the head several times when he complains.

Whether it comes from Dick or Kory, he can’t tell after awhile.

Hank falls asleep with Krypto, Conner and Kory both tear up by the end. Gar is just happy to be there.

#askghost #headcanon #imagine #jason todd #dc titans #dick grayson #garfield logan #rachel roth #koryand'r #dawn granger #hank hall #conner kent

[sundrop-writes]

The Girl Next Door

Hank Hall x Fem!Reader x Dawn Granger

Summary:

When you move in across the hall from Hank and Dawn, they become incredibly protective of you. When you ask Dawn for some advice to help your sex life along - she and Hank show you that everything you ever wanted has been right across the hall all along.

Dom!Hank Hall x Sub!Fem!Reader x Dom!Dawn Granger. Neighbours to Lovers. Smut. Set before the major canon.

Word Count: 5,600

DC Titans Masterlist | AO3 Link

THIS IS A RE-POST. This is a fic from my old blog (a blog that was shadowbanned, forcing me to move). This fic is not stolen, it is completely mine, and I am just re-posting it to help people find my new blog, and to make my masterlist complete when I post new fics for this fandom.

List of detailed warnings and author’s notes below the cut.

Warnings: there is a mention of the reader being sexually assaulted (groped) by a random outside man - and Dawn and Hank kick his ass, mentions of canon level violence (not super detailed), the reader is more feminine - it’s mentioned that she wears make-up and participates in typical beauty rituals, age gap relationship (I imagine the reader to be 22/23, Dawn is 27/28, and Hank is 32/33) and it is mentioned in the fic that Hank feels slightly ‘guilty’ about the reader being so much younger than him and having sexual feelings for her - but he gets over those feelings of guilt when he realizes that the reader is showing enthusiastic consent/has a lot of lust for him and Dawn in return, sub/dom dynamics - the reader is submissive, Dawn is very dominant, and Hank is dominant over the reader but listens to Dawn/follows her rules (but not really in a submissive way??), the reader character uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina, the reader character is not a virgin (the reader character is very faux innocent), under-negotiated kink - all parties have enthusiastic consent during the situation, but it is not thoroughly discussed beforehand and no safewords are in place (though Dawn and Hank obviously use queues like any signs of physical discomfort and they would not outright ignore the word ‘no’).

Dawn and Hank are very protective over the reader (it could be edging on yandere, but I don’t know how you could categorize it), mentions of alcohol - partly background, and there is a mention of Dawn drinking wine before the sex happens but it’s definitely not enough to impair her ability to consent (there is no explicit mentions of the reader character drinking alcohol), mentions of porn/watching porn, Dawn teaches the reader character how to perform a blowjob using a banana, (though it is heavily implied that the reader is more experienced than she lets on and is just playing innocent), innocence kink/corruption kink (kind of?), the world ‘little’ is used to describe the reader or her clothing, but it is not meant to imply that the reader is thin/skinny - it is meant to say that her clothing is too small for her (revealing a lot of skin), or it’s simply an expression, the reader is referred to as ‘sweetheart’, ‘sweetie’, ‘brat’, ‘good girl’, ‘honey’, ‘doll’, ‘naughty girl’, ‘slut’, ‘whore’, hair-pulling (Hank and Dawn pulling the reader’s hair), Daddy kink (towards Hank), the reader gives Hank a blow-job, size kink - mentions of Hank’s cock being massive and how his general body/frame is very big (no mentions of the reader being skinny/dainty), slight sweat kink, spit kink, mentions of ball worship (as a fantasy - doesn’t actually take place during the fic), finger sucking, leg humping, orgasm restriction (put on the reader by Dawn), I believe that is everything. This is generally just filthy smutty fun lmao.

A/N: This was originally supposed to be much shorter, and the cut off for blurbs vs oneshots officially in my mind is 5k. So this is a full oneshot fic and not just a blurb lmao. Blame Star she causes me to get carried away. Often. (It makes really great fanfiction though.)

For reference, this takes place during the period of time when Dawn and Hank had parted from the other Titans (after Garth’s death) and they were living in DC, before Dick and Rachel showed up there looking for help.

Also - the situation here is really similar to a scene in this fic and it’s completely by coincidence (I guess these are just my bisexual thoughts lmao) but I love the difference in the context and the energy of both of these fics even though the actual situation playing out is every similar. I guess it just goes to show - you can write the same prompt/situation for fics a dozen times, and it will come out different every single time.

…

When you first moved into the building, you never imagined yourself becoming so close with people like Dawn and Hank. 

In any other situation, you probably wouldn’t have been incredibly close with two people like them. They were both older than you, and didn’t really run in your social circles. An ex-college football star who had fallen a long way from his glory days, seemingly humbled a lot since then - who now picked up a lot of odd jobs, mostly of the handyman variety to fill his time. And a woman who could have easily been mistaken for a prissy primadonna on the outside, someone who was kind and down to earth, who filled her days teaching interpretive dance to combat grief at the local youth center. 

You were a young woman, unsure and still forming a life for yourself as you shaped out how your twenties, and likely the rest of your life, were going to be. You were surprised when a fantastic job opportunity at a tech firm in DC made itself available. Seeing as you had recently graduated with the exact degree that the company had been looking for, you seized the opportunity to move states just to chase after such a prestigious job. 

You had no idea how isolating it would be, being in a brand new city where you didn’t know anyone else, your family so far away. You had no sense of attachment, moving into a new home in a random apartment building just so you could start a real career for yourself. 

It was only because of the kindness of those two people (who were random strangers to you at the time) that you didn’t feel completely lost living in that big, new, scary city. 

Your friendship with them had started out because on the day you had moved in, Hank found you lugging your heavy boxes up the stairs when the elevator was out of service and - being the kind of guy he was - he couldn’t resist the urge to swoop in and help. 

When you first saw him, you were slightly intimidated by his size. The fact that he was towering over six feet tall and built like a brick house of muscle did set off some alarms when he first approached you. But when he chuckled and made a joke about a teddy bear that had fallen out of one of your boxes, saying how ‘the poor little guy’ had fallen onto the floor, you knew instantly that Hank and that bear weren’t that different. They were both soft and cuddly and full of fluff on the inside. 

It made you feel even safer when his girlfriend - a beautiful blonde woman came along - introducing herself to you with a gleaming smile. It was nice to know that someone with a calming presence like her would also be living across the hall from you. She helped to carry some of your boxes, even though you insisted that neither of them had to. All the while, Dawn nagged Hank, warning him that a previous ‘sports injury’ was going to flare up if he kept straining himself. 

He didn’t listen. And when he tried to lug one of your particularly hefty boxes full of books up the stairs, he popped a disc in his back and you felt so bad when he bent over groaning in pain. It made you feel incredibly guilty, even though Dawn insisted that it was his own fault. 

Dawn - who was surprisingly strong for her petite stature - helped you carry the rest of the boxes and even insisted on helping you unpack some of them while Hank sat with a bag of frozen peas on his back. The new friendship was truly cemented when you made them dinner the next day and brought it over to their place. You figured it was the least you could do after all the kindness they had shown you. 

You felt so guilty because Hank had injured his back trying to help you and you wanted to do something to make up for it. But you had no idea that the injury had very little to do with the box of books, and a lot more to do with the fact that he had been kicked in the back by a drug dealer the night before. But that side of their life wasn’t something that Hank and Dawn were too eager to tell you about. 

On the outside, they saw you as something - someone, so young and sweet, naive and unaware of the dangers constantly surrounding you. Because of the work they did as Hawk and Dove, they saw all those ugly things in the world - gun runners, rapists, drug dealers. Things they needed to protect you from that they never wanted you to know about. You were pure and sweet, something they were eager to protect. 

It was probably why they grew so incredibly close to you so quickly - that sense of protectiveness. You were only twenty three, in this brand new city all by yourself, starting out a new job with predatory eyes everywhere, unsavory people eager to take advantage of you. And they were those sacred birds eyes above, those friendly people across the hall - the only people around who truly wanted the best for you. The only people who truly wanted to protect you. 

It was probably why you fell for both of them so easily. 

You could feel that protective blanket they put around you, even unconsciously, and you loved it. 

You fell for Dawn’s incredibly sweet nature. With her helping you and giving you tips on everything from home decoration to make-up and self care. She made you feel pretty, and doted on, and always complimented you and praised you just to see you smile. 

You fell for Hank’s subtle masculinity, and those vulnerable moments he shared with you. He made you feel safe and cared for without constantly asking to be thanked for it. 

You loved him being there for you to help out with small home repairs - being there to fix your sink or help you hang curtains at a moment’s notice and wanting nothing more as payment than a cold beer from the fridge or a slice of pizza. There were even times when he didn’t mind you squealing across the hall to come and kill a spider you saw in your apartment. You didn’t know it, but he liked the feeling of saving you, he liked the joy it brought to your face when he could quietly declare ‘there, all better’. 

And Dawn wasn’t much better. She liked to be your rescuer in other subtle ways. If you got a stain on your favorite blouse and she could return it to you in seemingly brand new condition, the way your face lit up put the sun to shame in her mind. She often knocked on your door with coffee in the morning, claiming that it was just easier because their coffee pot made more than enough for three. 

You came over in the evenings to watch TV with them because Dawn had gotten you into cheesy shows like the Bachelor. And she often tricked you into watching ‘just one more episode’ until it was into the late hours and you fell asleep on the couch. She would never tell you that it was motivated by the simple desire to enjoy your peaceful, sweet face as you slept before covering you up with a blanket and retiring off to bed. 

You would never tell her how much you enjoyed those nights either. 

Whenever you woke up there in the morning, you would profusely apologize. You would tell them both how sorry you were for falling asleep there and taking up too much space, for being a bother. But Dawn and Hank would never accept it. They loved having you over and truthfully - you always felt sleepy and peaceful in their presence because you felt so safe with them. 

This became particularly evident one night when you came home from a date bawling. You had big black streaks of mascara running down your face when you knocked on their door. It hadn’t even occurred to turn in the direction of your own apartment. The moment they saw you in such disarray, their hearts dropped with worry. Dawn began cooing sweet comfort as she took you into her arms; Hank clenched his fist so hard with feral rage toward whoever had made you upset that he nearly crushed the TV remote in his hand. 

You had made the mistake of finally accepting a nagging invitation from someone at work who had asked you out over and over again. You thought it would be harmless, and at the very least, it would get the guy off your back once he saw that the two of you had no real chemistry in practice. Once the date was over, you had let him kiss you. The horrid, entitled man had groped you. He had ignored your disgust and your attempts to push him off you. He even tried to further assault you - the only deterrent toward him had been a harsh slap you delivered that put him in shock long enough for you to walk away. 

You sobbed as you delivered the story. Hank and Dawn exchanged a cold look above your head as Dawn sat beside you on the couch, holding your hand and rubbing your back in a comforting way while Hank prepared you a calming cup of tea. It was a look that only said one thing: that guy was going to be paid a visit from Hawk and Dove. They stayed with you for the night - ate some ice cream with you, cuddled up with you on the couch watching shitty reality TV while Hank assured you that ‘you’d never have to see that asshole again’. (Of course, you had no idea what he was planning on doing to deliver you that assurance). 

The next night, while you were in your apartment, working on some project for work on your laptop, they went out and found the guy. Dawn had found him through your social media and yes, someone like him was way too cocky to turn off his geotags. Hank held him down and Dawn showed him your picture, making sure that he knew to stay away from you - that hurting you was the reason for his broken kneecaps. 

When you went to work on Monday, he had called in sick because he had some pretty grievous injuries. The working story was that he had been hit by a car. 

When you told this to Dawn and Hank, Dawn gave you a small grin and Hank grunted ‘shame’ in the most utterly sarcastic way. You thought their reaction was strange. It caused you to develop the utmost suspicion that they had something to do with it, but of course, you couldn’t prove it. And it only deepened your feelings for them in the most beautifully strange way. 

From that point on, they ensured that you always had them on call. They told you over and over again that if you ever needed a safe escort home, no matter what time, if you needed to feel safe at any time of day, no matter what, you could call either of them. (And on top of that, you didn’t know that Hawk and Dove checked in on you often if you were out on the town while they were out on patrol.) 

It wasn’t long before you realized that no one else would be right for you. No one else outside of those two amazing, heroic, protective, kind souls - would ever make you feel the same way they did. And you definitely had to do something about it. 

… 

Hank wasn’t surprised when he came home that day and you were in his kitchen. 

You practically lived at their place now, and he didn’t mind it. 

You were someone he had come to like a lot - even if he probably liked you a bit too much. You were sweet, kind, cute. You were incredibly gorgeous. He wasn’t exactly dealing well with the growing temptation he had surrounding you. Especially considering that he was pretty much a decade older than you and he sometimes felt like a creep when his eyes lingered too long on you. But he found that a lot of the time, he couldn’t help it if you bent over in front of him - wearing those tiny little pajama shorts or those short skirts. Sometimes you even forgot to wear bottoms under a long sleep shirt if he caught you as you were getting ready for bed. 

Dawn assured him that his attractions weren’t wrong, that it was only natural for him to want someone as perfect as you. Especially because she shared all of those attractions - she had eyes, after all. And if she had a passing thought that she might like women before meeting you, it was a deep confirmation inside of her after all the hours she had spent fantasizing about making you cum. 

Dawn was firm in her convictions about you - how you belonged right between her and Hank. She was just trying to get the more hesitant Hank on board. 

She knew that the age difference was the biggest thing that made him worry, but she told him over and over again that it’s not like you were some jailbait, naive little thing, as much as you sometimes acted like it. Dawn saw the way you looked at him, and she knew what kind of desires you likely held that they simply needed to help you unlock. 

But Hank often warred with the instinct to protect you from all corruption and harm versus the deep underlying hunger to have you beneath him, being the one to corrupt you himself. And if it wasn’t for that guilt, for his fucked up issues - Dawn believed that they would have invited you into bed by now. But Hank hadn’t grown completely comfortable with the idea yet and she wanted to take it slow. 

When Hank walked over to the kitchen counter and heaved the bags of groceries up onto the center of it, he realized what was truly peculiar about the scene as he looked at you and Dawn, sitting at the kitchen table. 

Dawn with a half-finished glass of wine? That was normal. You holding a half-peeled banana that appeared to be half-soggy and glossy with spit? A bit strange. 

The laptop sitting in the middle of the table’s surface, paused on a graphic frame of a woman with her overly plumped glossed lips around a man’s veiny hard cock? Not so normal. And it definitely informed the presence of the banana in this scene. 

If Hank wasn’t mistaken - it looked like Dawn had been teaching you how to give a blowjob using a banana. It was something that caused a harsh electric lust to shoot through Hank. Oddly enough, it only seemed like a natural extension of the nights she spent teaching you how to do your own manicures because it was cheaper and the way showed you how to get the most out of a tube of lipstick by sticking a q-tip into the bottom. It was oddly adorable to see the two of you bonding like this, and insanely hot at the same time. Like a fantasy out of a porno that Hank definitely had not been expecting to walk right into. 

The entire scene had blood flowing toward Hank’s cock, and he was glad that the dining table that the two of you were sitting at was on the other side of the kitchen island. It gave him something to conceal the slight hardness in his jeans that he was hoping he could mentally will down. He didn’t want to scare you or creep you out by having an obvious boner. 

At the sound of the bags slamming onto the counter, you whipped your head back to look at Hank. Your face instantly hardened with embarrassment, as though you had been caught. You reached out and slammed the lid of the laptop closed, clearly wishing that Hank hadn’t had a chance to see it. The wide eyes and slightly pouted lip you gave him were too adorable. It was like you were waiting for him to tell you it was okay or ready to run if he said that he was disgusted with you, eagerly seeking his approval. 

And of course, he wanted nothing more than to give you that approval. 

“I’m not gonna laugh, sweetheart.” He told you, suppressing a nervous chuckle. 

“It’s alright, honey.” Dawn told you with a giggle, taking another sip of her wine. “It’s not like he hasn’t seen porn before.” 

“It’s fine. I’ve seen a lot worse in my time.” He confirmed this with a nod. There were probably things in his search history that would make you gag. 

“You definitely got me curious, though,” He added with a chuckle, speaking about it as though he hadn’t figured it out already. 

You went uncharacteristically silent, clearly shy now that the idea of talking about sex was present in the room. Your mouth gaped open and closed like a fish struggling on dry land, and your eyes kept flickering back to Hank, clearly still looking for that approval. He felt his cock swelling with even more blood against his will. 

Dawn stepped in to explain when she saw you struggling. 

“Y/N asked me to help her out because she’s got a hot date tomorrow night.” She told Hank, turning completely in her seat to face him. “She said she doesn’t have a lot of experience pleasing a man.” 

Dawn gave Hank a very pointed look. In that kind of silent communication that only two vigilante partners could have, two people who always needed to have each other’s backs in the most important moments - he instantly understood what she meant. 

Neither of them wanted you to go out on another date. They had simply been hoping that you would give up after that last disaster with the entitled bastard. Realistically, they knew that Hawk and Dove couldn’t ‘keep an eye’ on you through all of your romantic ventures. So this was obviously Dawn’s new plan. Make things friendly - distract you. She wanted to show you that everything you ever needed or wanted was right across the hall. She wanted you to see that you didn’t need to go on a dozen dates with a dozen different grabby assholes when two of the kindest people you would ever meet were right in front of you. 

Hank could easily play along. 

“I don’t think you’re gonna learn much suckin’ on bananas, doll.” Hank told you with a snort. “You wanna test drive the real thing?” 

He tried his hardest to sound casual, as though he had no personal interest in you ‘testing out’ your skills on him. As though it wasn’t a perfect fantasy come to life before his very eyes. 

You let out a shuddering breath as his words churned through your mind. 

“You don’t - you don’t mean-?” You stuttered. 

Your eyes flickered from Dawn, to Hank, and then down his body toward where the counter was blocking him at the waist. As though you were willing yourself to see right through the object and suddenly had the ability to inspect what was in his pants - wondering if that part of him would be just as intimidating as the rest of his size. 

The way you bit your lip, slightly shy and obviously somewhat lustful, had Hank throbbing with full hardness. 

Dawn downed the rest of her wine before she answered. 

“Only if you want to.” She told you, shrugging casually herself, as though it were a simple conversation about what the three of you should have for dinner. She wanted to assure you that they would absolutely respect your consent. “I’m sure that practicing on a man like him will have you ready for whatever little guys come your way.” 

Hank tried not to let his ego swell with pride at the comment. 

… 

That was how you ended up in your current predicament - on your knees for them. 

You were kneeling in front of their living room couch, with a couple of Dawn’s precious decorative pillows helping to cushion your knees from the hardness of the floor. Because in her mind, a sweet girl like you shouldn’t have to hurt yourself while doing this. 

You had your hands spread out on the muscled thickness of Hank’s denim clad thighs, with his impressively monstrous cock - most definitely proportional to the rest of his massive frame - pulled out through the zipper. You had your jaw stretched wide, lovingly struggling to accommodate it while Dawn guided your pace with a hand in your hair. All the while, she gave you gentle, sweet encouragement in her harmonious voice. 

“Such a good girl for us.” Dawn said gently. “Make sure you keep your tongue flat. You’re doing so good, sweetie.” 

The praise sent hot jolts right between your thighs. 

You almost felt small in the presence of their looming figures, with Dawn’s careful eyes staring down at you and the sheer size of Hank’s muscled form. Especially because Hank’s shoulders were spread even wider than usual. His hoodie and shirt shed off because the entire situation was just too hot for him to comprehend, causing him to sweat already (a musk you couldn’t deny made him even more attractive to you). Both his arms stretched wide over the back of the couch as he gripped at the object with his large hands, making the wood of the frame weep with just how hard he was gripping it. He was heavily resisting the urge to reach down and grab your head and simply start skull fucking you. 

Dawn had given him strict instructions not to. It was one of the only reasons she was even letting this happen. She knew that Hank could get carried away sometimes and forget his own strength. It was something she was used to, and she had more than enough strength and skill that his roughness was never a manhandling of her - it was a heated competition. Dawn was afraid that (while you had voiced that you definitely weren’t a virgin) you were too fragile and inexperienced to handle all of Hank’s desires right out of the gate, lest he accidentally scare you away. So she had to censor him a bit to help you explore your own desires in a safe way. 

“You don’t have to take it all the way down, honey, I know he’s big.” Dawn chuckled. 

You moaned in acknowledgement of this. Hank let out a choked-off sound, both at the vibrations from your mouth at Dawn’s words. 

“But make sure you swallow - it’s like a suction, it makes it better for him,” She quickly added on. 

You followed the instructions, causing a sharp pulse through Hank’s whole body as he felt the suctioning of your mouth against his cock. It truly tested his self control as he deeper resisted the urge to grab you by the hair and fuck your mouth. 

It was something that left him struggling - his whole body rapt with pleasure, yet every muscle practically seized and shaking as he struggled to hold back. He was nearly insane, spread out against the couch as he held onto the plush frame for dear life. With Dawn contently sitting beside him, gently guiding your tender, warm mouth up and down on the hard thickness of his cock.

The feeling of your gorgeous mouth tore harsh rippling moans from his chest, bucking breaths from his nostrils that made him sound like a raging bull. It had him biting his lips in an effort not to urge you on or say terribly filthy things that he thought might scare you or cast a true light onto his perversions. He had swallowed down the words ‘perfect slut’ and ‘suck my balls’ several times now. 

Especially with the feeling of spit flowing from your mouth and down his shaft, dripping wet and warm over his balls. It only made him imagine what your sweet, soft tongue would feel like worshiping over his sack and sucking his balls into your mouth while he got to see his overwhelmingly large cock flat against your face, making your head look so tiny by comparison. 

The pace Dawn had set was practically killing him. Causing a slow burn in his gut, his orgasm coming on epically slow and teasing. He knew that if he didn’t cum soon, he was going to say something drastically filthy that he was going to regret. 

He certainly didn’t expect your filthy mouth to act up first. 

Dawn pulled you back, giving you a moment to get some air. This left Hank’s cock bobbing in midair as he throbbed with the need for release, a large string of spit dangling from the bright red head to your swollen lips as you sat back on your haunches, enjoying the cushioning Dawn had so graciously given you. She petted a sweet, gentle touch down the side of your face, and was about to ask if you needed a drink of water before you spoke up, shell-shocking both of their systems with your next words. 

“How am I doing, Daddy?” You asked, your throat absolutely raw from the fact that his cock had accidentally bumped against it. 

You sounded so fucked out and so utterly filthy as you looked up at them from down on your knees - your eyes slightly glassy with tears and a gloss of spit ready to drip down your chin. 

Dawn looked at Hank with her jaw dropped in shock, her cunt throbbing from your words, expectantly waiting for his reaction. 

Neither you nor Dawn were prepared when Hank let out a quiet ‘jesus’, and after a moment of recovering from the shock, he simply said: 

“C’mere, ya little brat,” 

And then he reached out, grabbed you by the back of the hair, and shoved you back toward his cock with intense force. 

You had finally broken his willpower. 

He began shoving you down onto his cock with force, fucking your face with a tight grip on your hair - essentially using your mouth like a fleshlight for his pleasure. He was only slightly canting his hips up off the couch to meet the touch of your swollen lips and your warm, velvety mouth, most of the effort put into moving you around him. It was something that had you moaning wildly around him, knowing that he was finally using you for his own pleasure instead of holding back. 

Though Dawn was wrought with pleasure at the sight, she couldn’t help but let out a scolding ‘Hank!’ as she reached out to grab his arm, attempting to stop him. Your lids had fallen shut in what seemed to be a haze of pleasure and your moaning was obvious, but she still held trepidation because he hadn’t explicitly asked you first. And because of the gags that emanated from your throat as the head of his large cock roughly jostled you - something that only served to turn Hank on more. 

“What?” Hank snapped at her, not stopping his movements even as Dawn dug her nails into his wrist. “She likes it.” 

You moaned even louder in agreement, and Dawn frowned. 

“Let her tell me that herself.” Dawn ordered firmly. 

‘Let me fucking cum.’ Hank wanted to argue. 

But he easily understood his girlfriend’s hesitation - so he pulled you off his cock with a noisy, wet pop. You looked more fucked out than ever, your eyes now ripe with tears, a thick layer of spit gathered on your chin and ready to drip down your neck, your expression absolutely hazy with pleasure. 

“I like it.” You sniffled, a pleasured whine evident in your tone. “I love it. I want you to use me. Both of you.” 

That was the moment it truly struck Dawn. There was no guy - there was no date. 

When you had come nervously fluttering across the hall, fidgeting with the strings of your hoodie and shyly looking at the ground when you told her you were worried about what might happen if your date wanted to go to ‘second base’ - you had been lying. It had all been a ploy to get right where you were. On your knees in front of them. 

She had a sneaking suspicion that this wasn’t even your first blowjob. You had been taking someone the size of Hank far too well for it to be your first. 

Dawn grinned at you. 

“Naughty girl,” She sighed. 

She reached out and ran her thumb through that pool of spit on your chin, then shoved the digit inside your mouth, forcefully pushing down on your tongue until you gagged again. It was something that made Hank moan beside her. 

“You lied to us.” Dawn tutted her tongue, shaking her head disapprovingly. “You wanted this all along, didn’t you?” 

You nodded furiously while sucking on her thumb, and moaned in affirmation. 

“Get up.” Dawn demanded sharply. 

You looked between the two of them, and then Hank let out a sigh, hesitantly letting go of his grip on your hair. He knew that it was useless to argue with Dawn. 

She took her hand away from your lips, and then repeated herself. 

“Go on, stand up.” She told you, an air of pure dominance coming off her that you couldn’t help but bow to. (Well in this case, stand for.) 

You rose up on shaking legs, and waited for whatever instruction she would give you next. You wanted to show that you were compliant, that you would be good for them. 

“Take off your pants.” Dawn told you. 

You eagerly rushed to comply, ripping down the zipper of your jeans to get them off your hips and kicking them off your ankles. When you moved to rip off the waistband of your panties, Dawn stopped you. 

“Leave those.” She said, her voice just as commanding and firm. 

You felt both sets of their eyes now fixated on the spot between your legs as you stood there in your underwear, socks, and a thin tee shirt. The panties weren’t anything special, because honestly, you hadn’t been expecting this to lead to sex. Just a plain cotton white pair that stuck to your cunt in a very telling way. The fabric absolutely seeped with a wetness that you had been trying to ignore as you heavily enjoyed the feeling of Hank’s heavy cock on your tongue. Now, as the cool air of the room brushed against that wetness, you found yourself unconsciously clenching your thighs, trying to seek some kind of relief against your throbbing pussy. 

“See,” Hank said, motioning toward you - toward your visibly wet panties. “The little brat obviously likes it.” 

The nickname coming from him made your cunt clench so hard that it was almost painful. You let out a whimper from deep within your chest and Hank held back laughter. Dawn smirked. 

Dawn nodded in acknowledgement of what Hank had said - quite obviously, you did enjoy being choked on his cock and you likely enjoyed being bossed around too. It was the discovery of something beautiful. 

Then, she moved a foot across the floor, kicking away the cushions she had set down for you. 

“Lying whores don’t get cushions.” She said in response to your confused look. “Back down on your knees,”  

You eagerly rushed back into your position between Hank’s thighs. You really didn’t mind the hardness of the floor against your knees or the way the area rug scuffed your skin. It would only be a good reminder for later that all of this had been more than a dream. 

Dawn harshly dug her nails into the back of your scalp. You were expecting her to shove you toward Hank’s cock once again, but instead, she crooked your neck back in a rather painful way, drawing your attention toward her face. And then, she scooted forward slightly on the couch, and draped her thigh over the thickness of Hank’s calf, bracketing her leg with his and shoving her leg right between yours. You let out a pathetic moan as you felt the stiffness of her lower leg shoved right up against the tenderness of your neglected cunt. 

“The only way you’re gonna get off tonight is against my leg.” She explained to you, her voice still velvety sweet, yet deadly authoritative. “Understood?” 

You nodded vigorously, and she tugged harshly on your hair. 

“Use your words, pretty girl.” She scolded you. 

“I understand.” You whimpered. 

You began canting your hips toward her, rubbing your pussy against the firmness of her leg. The feeling sent pleasurable sparks through your gut, and you couldn’t help the loud moan that you let out - something that easily made Dawn smile. 

“Feelin’ mean today, aren’t ya?” Hank snorted, obviously believing this to be a harsh punishment. 

“You’re lucky that I’m letting her cum at all.” Dawn commented.

It became immediately obvious to you which one of them was the more lenient one. (You would be taking advantage of that in the future.) 

Dawn then shoved your head back toward Hank’s throbbing cock. You eagerly opened your mouth, capturing the bulbous head between your lips and letting her shove you down until you gagged on him. 

“Now make Daddy cum.” She told you. 

“Jesus christ.” Hank swore. “You better not start with that shit too,” He told Dawn offhandedly. Obviously he hated how much he loved Dawn calling him that name. 

She leaned over to him and pressed her lips right up against his ear. 

“Don’t even pretend you hate it.”

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[iluvmatt]

unearthly, m.s

prologue, i beg of you, save us from this hell. synopsis: in a small suburban area of boston, a group of teenagers—matthew sturniolo and his two triplet brothers, nick and chris, and a childhood friend of theirs, y/n—travel to an old destination named granger’s deathly hill; a place in which hadn’t been visited merely since the early 1970s. atop of the old haunted hill, the group soon realize things aren’t truly as picturesque as they imagined and conclude that they are in grave danger. as they meet people along the way, they realize that the journey home may be harder than expected. knowing that they are in a situation that could ultimately ruin their lives or end them entirely, they make up a plan to make it back home safe, or better yet, alive. amongst the chaos, while trying to save each other, matt and y/n realize that there is more to them than just friendship. warnings: mentions of death with small description, and anxiety expressed in the prologue below.

rumor spread rapidly around the small suburban area in boston, of the old hill owned formerly by choi granger; who was recently found suspiciously deceased in the driveway of his residence. apparent witnesses in the weekly sunday newspaper state that there were ghosts and other such paranormal beings around the area over the weekend of the fifth of august, as they could hear sobs for help within the trees. 

granger hill was something unlike any other, as some lifelong villagers say, due to the suspicion and unpredictability of mr. granger himself. it had all started around 1965— the year that mr. granger moved in, fresh to the small area of merely six-thousand people. 

he was tall and stocky, with dark eyes that everyone he had met said that they saw the devil staring back at them when they looked directly in them. he wore old worn overalls, a black long-sleeve underneath— even in the summer heat— and gloves that none of the villagers remembered him taking off. locals said he held secrets beneath those dirt-stained gloves and that's why he never removed them out in the public eye. 

even as a child, he was someone that nobody wanted to be around, as just his presence was enough to drain someone’s soul for the next six months. maybe it was his fault, maybe it was someone else’s, or maybe, he was just made like that. maybe, he was simply made with a heart that was cold as ice, a stare that could send someone into a panic, and a personality that nobody wanted to get to know, except for his wife, that left him alone even after her death. 

that, too, was something nobody could quite understand or piece together. how did granger, one of the worst people known to this town, have a wife? how was he able to meet someone who loved hi, no matter what. nobody saw his wife much, they only knew that her hair was jet black and her cheeks had no color. 

soon after their marriage, though, she was found in the woods.

that being said, with the mysterious death of his wife and the appearance of granger as a whole, he was an unsettling topic all by his lonesome, but the property in which he lived both on and around was something indescribably horrifying. 

in the spring of seventy-three, a couple went on a romantic old-style picnic date within the woods of granger hill, and came out completely different people. after their picnic, the woman, coretta anderson, was placed into a psychiatric asylum due to uncontrollable anxiety, and her boyfriend, dylan russo, was rumored to have moved far out of town and hadn't been seen since. 

it was also rumored amongst the town that an old man in the late 1800s still haunts where he was hung in the woods, near where granger’s wife was found, as you can see his visible figure at dawn, and a little girl who was viciously killed years after the older man can still be heard singing in the distance if listened to close enough. 

months after the rumors surfaced, more than five decomposed bodies were found in the mess of the trees. nobody knows if they are the two of those who were rumored, or who they might've been. it was a closed case, and not a single person was asking questions about it. 

there were so many unanswered questions about mr. granger, his life, and his home; now put to a perpetual halt due to his death. 

the people wondered what caused the mans death, though; he was in perfectly good health and seemed to be better than he had ever been before. now, with choi granger dead and the entirety of the community together and asking why, the hill was renamed granger's deathly hill. 

now, after forty-nine years of the mystery going unsolved— four teens find themselves venturing to the troubled land, hoping for a good explanation to ease their worries.

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[workingbynyx]

— nyx's inbox !

Hey there! I'm a bit new to fic writing but i figured it would be nice to try it out here on tumblr so here i am! My name is Nyx and I'll be sharing my works here <3

I decided to open an inbox for requests (if ever), but please do note that i won't be able to create every submission—i lead a busy life and tend to get a lot on my plate so i apologize in advance, but i will try my best anyway to post and write something ^^

refer below the border if you got anything in mind!

☕ genres/topics I do

Fluff

Romantic

Crack

Mystery

Rom-com

Angst (still getting the hang of it)

Found family

‼ genres/topics I don't do

Smut (not comfy for me to write 😭🙏🏻)

Pedoph!lia

Abuse

Mentions of r4pe

And basically any inhumane thing being romanticized

As for characters and fandoms, I'm mostly open for Marvel and DC! But i'm still an average fan of both so I do have some limitations when it comes to requesting certain characters, i want to make sure that they're accurate in my works as possible so below are the characters i listed that i can surely make something out of :)

Marvel

Peter Parker/Spiderman (Tom Holland)

Peter Parker/Spiderman (Andrew Garfield)

Bucky Barnes

Loki

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Tony Stark

Spiderwoman (Gwen Stacy)

Druig

Kate Bishop

Spiderpunk (Hobie Brown)

Spiderman 2099 (Miguel O'Hara)

Natasha Romanoff

Yelena Belova

DC

quick note that i normally write mostly for the (teen) titans !

Dick Grayson

Gar Logan

Rachel Roth

Jason Todd

Kory Anders (Koriand'r)

Dawn Granger

Tim Drake

Donna Troy

Connor Kent

As for the pairings, i usually try to keep it gender neutral as possible so all interested readers are able to enjoy the fic no matter what! But i will gladly attempt and do any pairings as for requests :D

And speaking of requests, I do have a small system to make it easier for me to access submissions—so if you have an idea in mind and want to send something in, kindly use the format below <3

📸 || (write here your plots, thoughts, or ideas!)

🫂 || (write here the pairings and genre!)

✍ || (format of your choice; oneshot, imagine, or a full fic!)

That's all for now! I look forward to any of your submissions, i'll do my best in giving out the best content i can possibly make in my free time—until then, this has been nyx 🌙

#🔓 nyx's inbox ! #peter parker x reader #bucky barnes x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #hobie brown x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #marvel

[tenpintsofsundrop]

The Girl Next Door

Hank Hall x Fem!Reader x Dawn Granger

Summary:

When you move in across the hall from Hank and Dawn, they become incredibly protective of you. When you ask Dawn for some advice to help your sex life along - she and Hank show you that everything you ever wanted has been right across the hall all along.

Hank Hall x Fem!Reader x Dawn Granger. Neighbours to Lovers. Smut.

Word Count: 5,600

Titans Masterlist | AO3 Link

Based on this request from @star-mum.

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List of detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: there is a mention of the reader being sexually assaulted (groped) by a random outside man - and Dawn and Hank kick his ass, mentions of canon level violence (not super detailed), the reader is more feminine - it’s mentioned that she wears make-up and participates in typical beauty rituals, age gap relationship (I imagine the reader to be 22/23, Dawn is 27/28, and Hank is 32/33) and it is mentioned in the fic that Hank feels slightly ‘guilty’ about the reader being so much younger than him and having sexual feelings for her - but he gets over those feelings of guilt when he realizes that the reader is showing enthusiastic consent/has a lot of lust for him and Dawn in return, sub/dom dynamics - the reader is submissive, Dawn is very dominant, and Hank is dominant over the reader but listens to Dawn/follows her rules (but not really in a submissive way??), the reader character uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina, the reader character is not a virgin (the reader character is very faux innocent), under-negotiated kink - all parties have enthusiastic consent during the situation, but it is not thoroughly discussed beforehand and no safewords are in place (though Dawn and Hank obviously use queues like any signs of physical discomfort and they would not outright ignore the word ‘no’).

Dawn and Hank are very protective over the reader (it could be edging on yandere, but I don’t know how you could categorize it), mentions of alcohol - partly background, and there is a mention of Dawn drinking wine before the sex happens but it’s definitely not enough to impair her ability to consent (there is no explicit mentions of the reader character drinking alcohol), mentions of porn/watching porn, Dawn teaches the reader character how to perform a blowjob using a banana, (though it is heavily implied that the reader is more experienced than she lets on and is just playing innocent), innocence kink/corruption kink (kind of?), the world ‘little’ is used to describe the reader or her clothing, but it is not meant to imply that the reader is thin/skinny - it is meant to say that her clothing is too small for her (revealing a lot of skin), or it’s simply an expression, the reader is referred to as ‘sweetheart’, ‘sweetie’, ‘brat’, ‘good girl’, ‘honey’, ‘doll’, ‘naughty girl’, ‘slut’, ‘whore’, hair-pulling (Hank and Dawn pulling the reader’s hair), Daddy kink (towards Hank), the reader gives Hank a blow-job, size kink - mentions of Hank’s cock being massive and how his general body/frame is very big (no mentions of the reader being skinny/dainty), slight sweat kink, spit kink, mentions of ball worship (as a fantasy - doesn’t actually take place during the fic), finger sucking, leg humping, orgasm restriction (put on the reader by Dawn), I believe that is everything. This is generally just filthy smutty fun lmao.

A/N: This was originally supposed to be much shorter, and the cut off for blurbs vs oneshots officially in my mind is 5k. So this is a full oneshot fic and not just a blurb lmao. Blame Star she causes me to get carried away. Often. (It makes really great fanfiction though.)

For reference, this takes place during the period of time when Dawn and Hank had parted from the other Titans (after Garth's death) and they were living in DC, before Dick and Rachel showed up there looking for help.

Also - the situation here is really similar to a scene in this fic and it's completely by coincidence (I guess these are just my bisexual thoughts lmao) but I love the difference in the context and the energy of both of these fics even though the actual situation playing out is every similar. I guess it just goes to show - you can write the same prompt/situation for fics a dozen times, and it will come out different every single time.

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When you first moved into the building, you never imagined yourself becoming so close with people like Dawn and Hank. 

In any other situation, you probably wouldn’t have been incredibly close with two people like them. They were both older than you, and didn’t really run in your social circles. An ex-college football star who had fallen a long way from his glory days, seemingly humbled a lot since then - who now picked up a lot of odd jobs, mostly of the handyman variety to fill his time. And a woman who could have easily been mistaken for a prissy primadonna on the outside, someone who was kind and down to earth, who filled her days teaching interpretive dance to combat grief at the local youth center. 

You were a young woman, unsure and still forming a life for yourself as you shaped out how your twenties, and likely the rest of your life, were going to be. You were surprised when a fantastic job opportunity at a tech firm in DC made itself available. Seeing as you had recently graduated with the exact degree that the company had been looking for, you seized the opportunity to move states just to chase after such a prestigious job. 

You had no idea how isolating it would be, being in a brand new city where you didn’t know anyone else, your family so far away. You had no sense of attachment, moving into a new home in a random apartment building just so you could start a real career for yourself. 

It was only because of the kindness of those two people (who were random strangers to you at the time) that you didn’t feel completely lost living in that big, new, scary city. 

Your friendship with them had started out because on the day you had moved in, Hank found you lugging your heavy boxes up the stairs when the elevator was out of service and - being the kind of guy he was - he couldn’t resist the urge to swoop in and help. 

When you first saw him, you were slightly intimidated by his size. The fact that he was towering over six feet tall and built like a brick house of muscle did set off some alarms when he first approached you. But when he chuckled and made a joke about a teddy bear that had fallen out of one of your boxes, saying how ‘the poor little guy’ had fallen onto the floor, you knew instantly that Hank and that bear weren’t that different. They were both soft and cuddly and full of fluff on the inside. 

It made you feel even safer when his girlfriend - a beautiful blonde woman came along - introducing herself to you with a gleaming smile. It was nice to know that someone with a calming presence like her would also be living across the hall from you. She helped to carry some of your boxes, even though you insisted that neither of them had to. All the while, Dawn nagged Hank, warning him that a previous ‘sports injury’ was going to flare up if he kept straining himself. 

He didn’t listen. And when he tried to lug one of your particularly hefty boxes full of books up the stairs, he popped a disc in his back and you felt so bad when he bent over groaning in pain. It made you feel incredibly guilty, even though Dawn insisted that it was his own fault. 

Dawn - who was surprisingly strong for her petite stature - helped you carry the rest of the boxes and even insisted on helping you unpack some of them while Hank sat with a bag of frozen peas on his back. The new friendship was truly cemented when you made them dinner the next day and brought it over to their place. You figured it was the least you could do after all the kindness they had shown you. 

You felt so guilty because Hank had injured his back trying to help you and you wanted to do something to make up for it. But you had no idea that the injury had very little to do with the box of books, and a lot more to do with the fact that he had been kicked in the back by a drug dealer the night before. But that side of their life wasn’t something that Hank and Dawn were too eager to tell you about. 

On the outside, they saw you as something - someone, so young and sweet, naive and unaware of the dangers constantly surrounding you. Because of the work they did as Hawk and Dove, they saw all those ugly things in the world - gun runners, rapists, drug dealers. Things they needed to protect you from that they never wanted you to know about. You were pure and sweet, something they were eager to protect. 

It was probably why they grew so incredibly close to you so quickly - that sense of protectiveness. You were only twenty three, in this brand new city all by yourself, starting out a new job with predatory eyes everywhere, unsavory people eager to take advantage of you. And they were those sacred birds eyes above, those friendly people across the hall - the only people around who truly wanted the best for you. The only people who truly wanted to protect you. 

It was probably why you fell for both of them so easily. 

You could feel that protective blanket they put around you, even unconsciously, and you loved it. 

You fell for Dawn’s incredibly sweet nature. With her helping you and giving you tips on everything from home decoration to make-up and self care. She made you feel pretty, and doted on, and always complimented you and praised you just to see you smile. 

You fell for Hank’s subtle masculinity, and those vulnerable moments he shared with you. He made you feel safe and cared for without constantly asking to be thanked for it. 

You loved him being there for you to help out with small home repairs - being there to fix your sink or help you hang curtains at a moment’s notice and wanting nothing more as payment than a cold beer from the fridge or a slice of pizza. There were even times when he didn’t mind you squealing across the hall to come and kill a spider you saw in your apartment. You didn’t know it, but he liked the feeling of saving you, he liked the joy it brought to your face when he could quietly declare ‘there, all better’. 

And Dawn wasn’t much better. She liked to be your rescuer in other subtle ways. If you got a stain on your favorite blouse and she could return it to you in seemingly brand new condition, the way your face lit up put the sun to shame in her mind. She often knocked on your door with coffee in the morning, claiming that it was just easier because their coffee pot made more than enough for three. 

You came over in the evenings to watch TV with them because Dawn had gotten you into cheesy shows like the Bachelor. And she often tricked you into watching ‘just one more episode’ until it was into the late hours and you fell asleep on the couch. She would never tell you that it was motivated by the simple desire to enjoy your peaceful, sweet face as you slept before covering you up with a blanket and retiring off to bed. 

You would never tell her how much you enjoyed those nights either. 

Whenever you woke up there in the morning, you would profusely apologize. You would tell them both how sorry you were for falling asleep there and taking up too much space, for being a bother. But Dawn and Hank would never accept it. They loved having you over and truthfully - you always felt sleepy and peaceful in their presence because you felt so safe with them. 

This became particularly evident one night when you came home from a date bawling. You had big black streaks of mascara running down your face when you knocked on their door. It hadn’t even occurred to turn in the direction of your own apartment. The moment they saw you in such disarray, their hearts dropped with worry. Dawn began cooing sweet comfort as she took you into her arms; Hank clenched his fist so hard with feral rage toward whoever had made you upset that he nearly crushed the TV remote in his hand. 

You had made the mistake of finally accepting a nagging invitation from someone at work who had asked you out over and over again. You thought it would be harmless, and at the very least, it would get the guy off your back once he saw that the two of you had no real chemistry in practice. Once the date was over, you had let him kiss you. The horrid, entitled man had groped you. He had ignored your disgust and your attempts to push him off you. He even tried to further assault you - the only deterrent toward him had been a harsh slap you delivered that put him in shock long enough for you to walk away. 

You sobbed as you delivered the story. Hank and Dawn exchanged a cold look above your head as Dawn sat beside you on the couch, holding your hand and rubbing your back in a comforting way while Hank prepared you a calming cup of tea. It was a look that only said one thing: that guy was going to be paid a visit from Hawk and Dove. They stayed with you for the night - ate some ice cream with you, cuddled up with you on the couch watching shitty reality TV while Hank assured you that ‘you’d never have to see that asshole again’. (Of course, you had no idea what he was planning on doing to deliver you that assurance). 

The next night, while you were in your apartment, working on some project for work on your laptop, they went out and found the guy. Dawn had found him through your social media and yes, someone like him was way too cocky to turn off his geotags. Hank held him down and Dawn showed him your picture, making sure that he knew to stay away from you - that hurting you was the reason for his broken kneecaps. 

When you went to work on Monday, he had called in sick because he had some pretty grievous injuries. The working story was that he had been hit by a car. 

When you told this to Dawn and Hank, Dawn gave you a small grin and Hank grunted ‘shame’ in the most utterly sarcastic way. You thought their reaction was strange. It caused you to develop the utmost suspicion that they had something to do with it, but of course, you couldn’t prove it. And it only deepened your feelings for them in the most beautifully strange way. 

From that point on, they ensured that you always had them on call. They told you over and over again that if you ever needed a safe escort home, no matter what time, if you needed to feel safe at any time of day, no matter what, you could call either of them. (And on top of that, you didn’t know that Hawk and Dove checked in on you often if you were out on the town while they were out on patrol.) 

It wasn’t long before you realized that no one else would be right for you. No one else outside of those two amazing, heroic, protective, kind souls - would ever make you feel the same way they did. And you definitely had to do something about it. 

… 

Hank wasn’t surprised when he came home that day and you were in his kitchen. 

You practically lived at their place now, and he didn’t mind it. 

You were someone he had come to like a lot - even if he probably liked you a bit too much. You were sweet, kind, cute. You were incredibly gorgeous. He wasn’t exactly dealing well with the growing temptation he had surrounding you. Especially considering that he was pretty much a decade older than you and he sometimes felt like a creep when his eyes lingered too long on you. But he found that a lot of the time, he couldn’t help it if you bent over in front of him - wearing those tiny little pajama shorts or those short skirts. Sometimes you even forgot to wear bottoms under a long sleep shirt if he caught you as you were getting ready for bed. 

Dawn assured him that his attractions weren’t wrong, that it was only natural for him to want someone as perfect as you. Especially because she shared all of those attractions - she had eyes, after all. And if she had a passing thought that she might like women before meeting you, it was a deep confirmation inside of her after all the hours she had spent fantasizing about making you cum. 

Dawn was firm in her convictions about you - how you belonged right between her and Hank. She was just trying to get the more hesitant Hank on board. 

She knew that the age difference was the biggest thing that made him worry, but she told him over and over again that it’s not like you were some jailbait, naive little thing, as much as you sometimes acted like it. Dawn saw the way you looked at him, and she knew what kind of desires you likely held that they simply needed to help you unlock. 

But Hank often warred with the instinct to protect you from all corruption and harm versus the deep underlying hunger to have you beneath him, being the one to corrupt you himself. And if it wasn’t for that guilt, for his fucked up issues - Dawn believed that they would have invited you into bed by now. But Hank hadn’t grown completely comfortable with the idea yet and she wanted to take it slow. 

When Hank walked over to the kitchen counter and heaved the bags of groceries up onto the center of it, he realized what was truly peculiar about the scene as he looked at you and Dawn, sitting at the kitchen table. 

Dawn with a half-finished glass of wine? That was normal. You holding a half-peeled banana that appeared to be half-soggy and glossy with spit? A bit strange. 

The laptop sitting in the middle of the table’s surface, paused on a graphic frame of a woman with her overly plumped glossed lips around a man’s veiny hard cock? Not so normal. And it definitely informed the presence of the banana in this scene. 

If Hank wasn’t mistaken - it looked like Dawn had been teaching you how to give a blowjob using a banana. It was something that caused a harsh electric lust to shoot through Hank. Oddly enough, it only seemed like a natural extension of the nights she spent teaching you how to do your own manicures because it was cheaper and the way showed you how to get the most out of a tube of lipstick by sticking a q-tip into the bottom. It was oddly adorable to see the two of you bonding like this, and insanely hot at the same time. Like a fantasy out of a porno that Hank definitely had not been expecting to walk right into. 

The entire scene had blood flowing toward Hank’s cock, and he was glad that the dining table that the two of you were sitting at was on the other side of the kitchen island. It gave him something to conceal the slight hardness in his jeans that he was hoping he could mentally will down. He didn’t want to scare you or creep you out by having an obvious boner. 

At the sound of the bags slamming onto the counter, you whipped your head back to look at Hank. Your face instantly hardened with embarrassment, as though you had been caught. You reached out and slammed the lid of the laptop closed, clearly wishing that Hank hadn’t had a chance to see it. The wide eyes and slightly pouted lip you gave him were too adorable. It was like you were waiting for him to tell you it was okay or ready to run if he said that he was disgusted with you, eagerly seeking his approval. 

And of course, he wanted nothing more than to give you that approval. 

“I’m not gonna laugh, sweetheart.” He told you, suppressing a nervous chuckle. 

“It’s alright, honey.” Dawn told you with a giggle, taking another sip of her wine. “It’s not like he hasn’t seen porn before.” 

“It’s fine. I’ve seen a lot worse in my time.” He confirmed this with a nod. There were probably things in his search history that would make you gag. 

“You definitely got me curious, though,” He added with a chuckle, speaking about it as though he hadn’t figured it out already. 

You went uncharacteristically silent, clearly shy now that the idea of talking about sex was present in the room. Your mouth gaped open and closed like a fish struggling on dry land, and your eyes kept flickering back to Hank, clearly still looking for that approval. He felt his cock swelling with even more blood against his will. 

Dawn stepped in to explain when she saw you struggling. 

“Y/N asked me to help her out because she’s got a hot date tomorrow night.” She told Hank, turning completely in her seat to face him. “She said she doesn’t have a lot of experience pleasing a man.” 

Dawn gave Hank a very pointed look. In that kind of silent communication that only two vigilante partners could have, two people who always needed to have each other’s backs in the most important moments - he instantly understood what she meant. 

Neither of them wanted you to go out on another date. They had simply been hoping that you would give up after that last disaster with the entitled bastard. Realistically, they knew that Hawk and Dove couldn’t ‘keep an eye’ on you through all of your romantic ventures. So this was obviously Dawn’s new plan. Make things friendly - distract you. She wanted to show you that everything you ever needed or wanted was right across the hall. She wanted you to see that you didn’t need to go on a dozen dates with a dozen different grabby assholes when two of the kindest people you would ever meet were right in front of you. 

Hank could easily play along. 

“I don’t think you’re gonna learn much suckin’ on bananas, doll.” Hank told you with a snort. “You wanna test drive the real thing?” 

He tried his hardest to sound casual, as though he had no personal interest in you ‘testing out’ your skills on him. As though it wasn’t a perfect fantasy come to life before his very eyes. 

You let out a shuddering breath as his words churned through your mind. 

“You don’t - you don’t mean-?” You stuttered. 

Your eyes flickered from Dawn, to Hank, and then down his body toward where the counter was blocking him at the waist. As though you were willing yourself to see right through the object and suddenly had the ability to inspect what was in his pants - wondering if that part of him would be just as intimidating as the rest of his size. 

The way you bit your lip, slightly shy and obviously somewhat lustful, had Hank throbbing with full hardness. 

Dawn downed the rest of her wine before she answered. 

“Only if you want to.” She told you, shrugging casually herself, as though it were a simple conversation about what the three of you should have for dinner. She wanted to assure you that they would absolutely respect your consent. “I’m sure that practicing on a man like him will have you ready for whatever little guys come your way.” 

Hank tried not to let his ego swell with pride at the comment. 

… 

That was how you ended up in your current predicament - on your knees for them. 

You were kneeling in front of their living room couch, with a couple of Dawn’s precious decorative pillows helping to cushion your knees from the hardness of the floor. Because in her mind, a sweet girl like you shouldn’t have to hurt yourself while doing this. 

You had your hands spread out on the muscled thickness of Hank’s denim clad thighs, with his impressively monstrous cock - most definitely proportional to the rest of his massive frame - pulled out through the zipper. You had your jaw stretched wide, lovingly struggling to accommodate it while Dawn guided your pace with a hand in your hair. All the while, she gave you gentle, sweet encouragement in her harmonious voice. 

“Such a good girl for us.” Dawn said gently. “Make sure you keep your tongue flat. You’re doing so good, sweetie.” 

The praise sent hot jolts right between your thighs. 

You almost felt small in the presence of their looming figures, with Dawn’s careful eyes staring down at you and the sheer size of Hank’s muscled form. Especially because Hank’s shoulders were spread even wider than usual. His hoodie and shirt shed off because the entire situation was just too hot for him to comprehend, causing him to sweat already (a musk you couldn’t deny made him even more attractive to you). Both his arms stretched wide over the back of the couch as he gripped at the object with his large hands, making the wood of the frame weep with just how hard he was gripping it. He was heavily resisting the urge to reach down and grab your head and simply start skull fucking you. 

Dawn had given him strict instructions not to. It was one of the only reasons she was even letting this happen. She knew that Hank could get carried away sometimes and forget his own strength. It was something she was used to, and she had more than enough strength and skill that his roughness was never a manhandling of her - it was a heated competition. Dawn was afraid that (while you had voiced that you definitely weren’t a virgin) you were too fragile and inexperienced to handle all of Hank’s desires right out of the gate, lest he accidentally scare you away. So she had to censor him a bit to help you explore your own desires in a safe way. 

“You don’t have to take it all the way down, honey, I know he’s big.” Dawn chuckled. 

You moaned in acknowledgement of this. Hank let out a choked-off sound, both at the vibrations from your mouth at Dawn’s words. 

“But make sure you swallow - it’s like a suction, it makes it better for him,” She quickly added on. 

You followed the instructions, causing a sharp pulse through Hank’s whole body as he felt the suctioning of your mouth against his cock. It truly tested his self control as he deeper resisted the urge to grab you by the hair and fuck your mouth. 

It was something that left him struggling - his whole body rapt with pleasure, yet every muscle practically seized and shaking as he struggled to hold back. He was nearly insane, spread out against the couch as he held onto the plush frame for dear life. With Dawn contently sitting beside him, gently guiding your tender, warm mouth up and down on the hard thickness of his cock.

The feeling of your gorgeous mouth tore harsh rippling moans from his chest, bucking breaths from his nostrils that made him sound like a raging bull. It had him biting his lips in an effort not to urge you on or say terribly filthy things that he thought might scare you or cast a true light onto his perversions. He had swallowed down the words ‘perfect slut’ and ‘suck my balls’ several times now. 

Especially with the feeling of spit flowing from your mouth and down his shaft, dripping wet and warm over his balls. It only made him imagine what your sweet, soft tongue would feel like worshiping over his sack and sucking his balls into your mouth while he got to see his overwhelmingly large cock flat against your face, making your head look so tiny by comparison. 

The pace Dawn had set was practically killing him. Causing a slow burn in his gut, his orgasm coming on epically slow and teasing. He knew that if he didn’t cum soon, he was going to say something drastically filthy that he was going to regret. 

He certainly didn’t expect your filthy mouth to act up first. 

Dawn pulled you back, giving you a moment to get some air. This left Hank’s cock bobbing in midair as he throbbed with the need for release, a large string of spit dangling from the bright red head to your swollen lips as you sat back on your haunches, enjoying the cushioning Dawn had so graciously given you. She petted a sweet, gentle touch down the side of your face, and was about to ask if you needed a drink of water before you spoke up, shell-shocking both of their systems with your next words. 

“How am I doing, Daddy?” You asked, your throat absolutely raw from the fact that his cock had accidentally bumped against it. 

You sounded so fucked out and so utterly filthy as you looked up at them from down on your knees - your eyes slightly glassy with tears and a gloss of spit ready to drip down your chin. 

Dawn looked at Hank with her jaw dropped in shock, her cunt throbbing from your words, expectantly waiting for his reaction. 

Neither you nor Dawn were prepared when Hank let out a quiet ‘jesus’, and after a moment of recovering from the shock, he simply said: 

“C’mere, ya little brat,” 

And then he reached out, grabbed you by the back of the hair, and shoved you back toward his cock with intense force. 

You had finally broken his willpower. 

He began shoving you down onto his cock with force, fucking your face with a tight grip on your hair - essentially using your mouth like a fleshlight for his pleasure. He was only slightly canting his hips up off the couch to meet the touch of your swollen lips and your warm, velvety mouth, most of the effort put into moving you around him. It was something that had you moaning wildly around him, knowing that he was finally using you for his own pleasure instead of holding back. 

Though Dawn was wrought with pleasure at the sight, she couldn’t help but let out a scolding ‘Hank!’ as she reached out to grab his arm, attempting to stop him. Your lids had fallen shut in what seemed to be a haze of pleasure and your moaning was obvious, but she still held trepidation because he hadn’t explicitly asked you first. And because of the gags that emanated from your throat as the head of his large cock roughly jostled you - something that only served to turn Hank on more. 

“What?” Hank snapped at her, not stopping his movements even as Dawn dug her nails into his wrist. “She likes it.” 

You moaned even louder in agreement, and Dawn frowned. 

“Let her tell me that herself.” Dawn ordered firmly. 

‘Let me fucking cum.’ Hank wanted to argue. 

But he easily understood his girlfriend’s hesitation - so he pulled you off his cock with a noisy, wet pop. You looked more fucked out than ever, your eyes now ripe with tears, a thick layer of spit gathered on your chin and ready to drip down your neck, your expression absolutely hazy with pleasure. 

“I like it.” You sniffled, a pleasured whine evident in your tone. “I love it. I want you to use me. Both of you.” 

That was the moment it truly struck Dawn. There was no guy - there was no date. 

When you had come nervously fluttering across the hall, fidgeting with the strings of your hoodie and shyly looking at the ground when you told her you were worried about what might happen if your date wanted to go to ‘second base’ - you had been lying. It had all been a ploy to get right where you were. On your knees in front of them. 

She had a sneaking suspicion that this wasn’t even your first blowjob. You had been taking someone the size of Hank far too well for it to be your first. 

Dawn grinned at you. 

“Naughty girl,” She sighed. 

She reached out and ran her thumb through that pool of spit on your chin, then shoved the digit inside your mouth, forcefully pushing down on your tongue until you gagged again. It was something that made Hank moan beside her. 

“You lied to us.” Dawn tutted her tongue, shaking her head disapprovingly. “You wanted this all along, didn’t you?” 

You nodded furiously while sucking on her thumb, and moaned in affirmation. 

“Get up.” Dawn demanded sharply. 

You looked between the two of them, and then Hank let out a sigh, hesitantly letting go of his grip on your hair. He knew that it was useless to argue with Dawn. 

She took her hand away from your lips, and then repeated herself. 

“Go on, stand up.” She told you, an air of pure dominance coming off her that you couldn’t help but bow to. (Well in this case, stand for.) 

You rose up on shaking legs, and waited for whatever instruction she would give you next. You wanted to show that you were compliant, that you would be good for them. 

“Take off your pants.” Dawn told you. 

You eagerly rushed to comply, ripping down the zipper of your jeans to get them off your hips and kicking them off your ankles. When you moved to rip off the waistband of your panties, Dawn stopped you. 

“Leave those.” She said, her voice just as commanding and firm. 

You felt both sets of their eyes now fixated on the spot between your legs as you stood there in your underwear, socks, and a thin tee shirt. The panties weren’t anything special, because honestly, you hadn’t been expecting this to lead to sex. Just a plain cotton white pair that stuck to your cunt in a very telling way. The fabric absolutely seeped with a wetness that you had been trying to ignore as you heavily enjoyed the feeling of Hank’s heavy cock on your tongue. Now, as the cool air of the room brushed against that wetness, you found yourself unconsciously clenching your thighs, trying to seek some kind of relief against your throbbing pussy. 

“See,” Hank said, motioning toward you - toward your visibly wet panties. “The little brat obviously likes it.” 

The nickname coming from him made your cunt clench so hard that it was almost painful. You let out a whimper from deep within your chest and Hank held back laughter. Dawn smirked. 

Dawn nodded in acknowledgement of what Hank had said - quite obviously, you did enjoy being choked on his cock and you likely enjoyed being bossed around too. It was the discovery of something beautiful. 

Then, she moved a foot across the floor, kicking away the cushions she had set down for you. 

“Lying whores don’t get cushions.” She said in response to your confused look. “Back down on your knees,”  

You eagerly rushed back into your position between Hank’s thighs. You really didn’t mind the hardness of the floor against your knees or the way the area rug scuffed your skin. It would only be a good reminder for later that all of this had been more than a dream. 

Dawn harshly dug her nails into the back of your scalp. You were expecting her to shove you toward Hank’s cock once again, but instead, she crooked your neck back in a rather painful way, drawing your attention toward her face. And then, she scooted forward slightly on the couch, and draped her thigh over the thickness of Hank’s calf, bracketing her leg with his and shoving her leg right between yours. You let out a pathetic moan as you felt the stiffness of her lower leg shoved right up against the tenderness of your neglected cunt. 

“The only way you’re gonna get off tonight is against my leg.” She explained to you, her voice still velvety sweet, yet deadly authoritative. “Understood?” 

You nodded vigorously, and she tugged harshly on your hair. 

“Use your words, pretty girl.” She scolded you. 

“I understand.” You whimpered. 

You began canting your hips toward her, rubbing your pussy against the firmness of her leg. The feeling sent pleasurable sparks through your gut, and you couldn’t help the loud moan that you let out - something that easily made Dawn smile. 

“Feelin’ mean today, aren’t ya?” Hank snorted, obviously believing this to be a harsh punishment. 

“You’re lucky that I’m letting her cum at all.” Dawn commented.

It became immediately obvious to you which one of them was the more lenient one. (You would be taking advantage of that in the future.) 

Dawn then shoved your head back toward Hank’s throbbing cock. You eagerly opened your mouth, capturing the bulbous head between your lips and letting her shove you down until you gagged on him. 

“Now make Daddy cum.” She told you. 

“Jesus christ.” Hank swore. “You better not start with that shit too,” He told Dawn offhandedly. Obviously he hated how much he loved Dawn calling him that name. 

She leaned over to him and pressed her lips right up against his ear. 

“Don’t even pretend you hate it.”

#sundrop writes #dawn granger x reader #hank hall x reader #hank hall x reader x dawn granger #dc titans fanfiction #titans fanfiction #titans #dc titans x you #dc titans #dc titans x reader #dc fanfiction #titans x reader

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

DC Titans Requests - CLOSED

Requests CLOSED as of December 27th, 2023. 

(Requests are now closed, and I am keeping this form up for reference in case I can use it in the future.)

Hello! So, I have decided that I’m going to open requests for Titans again. For reference, my main focus is on the versions of the characters from the HBO show - so if you send in a request for Dick Grayson or Jason Todd, that will be the characterization that I base my writing around. I am opening requests, because (as I mentioned in another post) Tumblr stole all of my old requests from my other blog, and that is one of the reasons that I moved blogs. I like having requests to work on to complete shorter fics in between working on longer fics and editing re-posts. I will usually work on requests with the goal of the fic being one thousand words or two thousand words long, so I do prefer requests that are more simplistic. 

In the past, I have reblogged prompt lists for requests, but the past few times I have opened requests, I have used my own prompt list, and I find that it works better. Below is the prompt list I have made - you don’t have to use ideas off this list, but the ideas off the prompt list are perfectly suited for a fic that is shorter and easily completed. You can definitely send me a request based on your own idea, just make sure it’s not too detailed - otherwise it’s not likely to get completed in a timely manner. (Also keep in mind, all requests are not guaranteed to get done. I don’t complete requests in order, I just do whichever ones speak to me. And in a batch of twenty requests, I am only likely to complete two or three. I don’t rush to complete all requests because it’s not creatively fulfilling.) 

Please read all the information in this post before sending in a request. Also please keep in mind, the prompt list below does make references to kinks and sexual situations, pregnancy, and death. All of my fics will have thorough warnings on them if you’re not comfortable with any of these topics. 

Titans characters I write for: Gar Logan, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Hank Hall, Dawn Granger, Donna Troy, Kory Anders, Barbara Gordon, and Conner (with Conner, I feel more comfortable writing smut and sexual situations with S4 Conner/Luthor!Conner, and I would write angst or fluff with any version of him). 

Also aside from short blurbs/short fics, I would also love get some requests for MLTs - Most Likely To, where you pose a situation and I say which characters would most likely do it/be into it - this can be anything from certain kinks or sexual situations to something cozy and fluffy like a coffee date. Just use your imagination. I am also taking requests for ‘how would they react to’ - where you ask how the characters would react to something - again, could be a sexual situation or something fluffy. And if I am writing these, it will mostly likely be with two or three characters at a time, and you can pick which characters if you want to.

Requests can be sent to this blog or my writing blog @sundrop-writes - I don’t accept requests in DMs because it’s very hard to keep them organized and come back to them that way. Also, finished fics will be posted on my writing blog.

I will accept requests for poly ships. (Character x reader x character.) I am a huge fan of requests like this - I have a long history of writing for Jason x Reader x Gar (aka JayGar x Reader), but for Titans, I would write pretty much any combination of poly relationship because I love all the characters so much.

In your request, please specify if the reader character is female, male, or gender neutral. When I write gender neutral fics, I do not describe the reader’s genitals or gender presentation in any way, so I don’t write ‘GN AFAB reader’ fics. If you want the reader to be described as having a vagina, that would be a fem reader in my fics. 

Also typically, I don’t describe the reader character as having specific traits. I like my reader character to be as broad as possible to appeal to as many people as possible. I don’t write a character that has a specific race, height, hair color, etc. but one exception I have to this rule is that I love writing fat/plus sized readers in my fics. I love spreading love for fat bodies, especially through fics - I love making people feel good about their fatness through the gaze of a fictional character. So definitely feel free to send in requests for a plus sized reader character, as it’s one of my favorite things to write. 

For reference, I will also write about a reader character with autism or chronic illness (someone with chronic pain or a fainting disorder, or someone who uses a cane or a wheelchair), because these are groups that I am a part of and I know that they are not portrayed in fiction often enough. If you have any questions about these aspects, please let me know. 

I will write smut, angst, or fluff, but I mostly prefer writing smut or angst. When requesting smut, please specify if you want the characters to be dominant or submissive. In your request, write ‘sub!reader’ or ‘dom!reader’, something to denote the dynamics to let me know what you want it to be. I am a big fan of writing submissive men, so I won’t shy away from things like that - but I will write any dynamic as long as it’s properly communicated to me. 

I will write for a lot of dark topics and different kinks. In general, the list of things that I won’t write is a lot shorter than the list of things that I will. So if you’re wondering if I’m okay with a request or not, just ask. 

For reference, my big ‘nos’ are: virgin!reader fics, or fics where the reader is sexually inexperienced or portrayed as innocent. I am okay with doing a ‘faux’ innocent reader (someone who is only pretending to be innocent), and I am also okay with writing about a canon character being a virgin and having their first sexual experience with the reader. (That’s something I love writing about, actually.) I am okay with writing about sexual coercion, sexual blackmail, or dubcon. (Or even noncon or cnc, under certain circumstances.) 

Also, I don’t write fics about miscarriages, safeword use, or extreme choking kink. And while I don’t write about miscarriage, I am okay with writing about pregnancy - it’s something I enjoy writing about, actually. I also enjoy writing parenting fics and family fics with children. (I especially love writing fics where a poly throuple has kids, if that's something anyone wants to request.)

Smut Prompts/Ideas

The canon character is a virgin (ex: virgin!Jason) 

“Just the tip.” 

Stuck and Fucked/Situational Bondage 

The characters are locked in a room together (and forced to face their sexual tension) (bonus points: they hate each other)

Arguing that leads to fucking

Hate Fucking

Sex Pollen (or any sex inducing chemical) (used on one or both of the characters) (this is one of my ult favs as a DC fanfiction trope)

There Was Only One Bed 

Caught Masturbating (one of my personal favs) 

Late Night Semi-Public Sex (bathroom sex, kitchen counter sex, etc.) where they have to shove their hand over your mouth to keep you quiet 

Dirty Talk/Teasing While On A Mission 

Training/wrestling/sparring together that turns into sex on the mats

Them seeing you in a slutty outfit to go undercover for a mission

Using sex as a way to destress after a difficult mission

Overstimulation

Breeding Kink (or Faux Breeding Kink with a strap-on)

Accidentally Sending Nudes

Phone Sex/Sexting

Underwear Stealing

Perv!Canon Character

Dumbification Kink/Objectification Kink 

Daddy Kink or Mommy Kink (or their reaction to being called Daddy or Mommy for the first time) (or - epic bonus: them accidentally calling you Daddy or Mommy during a sexual encounter) 

Them masturbating to the thought of you 

Accidental Voyeurism (this one is great with a third party) 

(There is plenty more kinks or sexual situations I will write, this is just all that I thought to add to the list for now) 

Angst Prompts/Ideas

(I would love to get some of these as requests - I love writing angst but people don’t request it as often. I can also write hurt/comfort by writing one of these with a happy ending if that’s preferable!) 

They break up with you to keep you away from danger 

Attending to their injuries after a fight (or them attending to your injuries after a fight) 

You are attacked (verbally or physically) and they step in to save you 

Their reaction to you being killed/your death (bonus angst: you died before they got to confess their feelings to you) 

They hold you in their arms as you die but they can’t save you 

How they react when you are killed by a villain (bonus angst: you were targeted by that villain because of their vigilante deeds) 

One of you has been brainwashed and completely forgets the other (or you have been brainwashed to hurt the other person) 

They save you from a near-death experience (or you save them) 

They find out that you are alive after thinking you had died (bonus angst: it's their first time seeing you after thinking you had been dead for years)

Being reunited after years, but you didn’t part on good terms 

“Who did this to you?” 

Unrequited Love (they see you with someone else, they think that you’ll never love them back. etc.) 

Fluff Ideas/Prompts 

They confess their love for you 

Your first kiss together 

They react to finding out you’re pregnant 

You adopt a pet together (or find a random animal on the street and keep it) 

(this list is a lot shorter because typically I don’t write pure fluff lmao) 

Also again, you don’t have to use these prompts, I just think these are good examples of ideas that will fit within the 1k-2k mark for shorter fics.

#sundrop speaks #requests #dc titans #jason todd x reader #gar logan x reader #dick grayson x reader #donna troy x reader #dc titans fanfiction #titans fanfiction #conner kent x reader

[iammyownsaviour]

Multiamory March already ended and I’m a little late for this but I decided to post today a masterlist of all the polyamorous fanfics I’ve posted through march. I hope you guys appreciate my work!

IAMMYOWNSAVIOUR MASTERLIST

STAR WARS

a life worth living | Poe Dameron/Finn/Rey | 100 wc

Finn and Poe go with Rey to Tatooine.

what a tragedy our love is, but it's such a beautiful tragedy | Padmé Amidala/Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker | 370 wc

He didn't know how or why, but somehow Obi-Wan always ended up finding them. It was like a Force connecting his life to the lives of Anakin and Padmé.

the two of you are all I need | Poe Dameron/Finn/Rey | 100 wc

Prompt: Poe's grown up used to four-person marriages. Rey and Finn know nothing about moiety and don't really get why being a triad makes Poe twitchy sometimes. Fanfic’s Tumblr Post

A Handmaiden’s Touch to Heaven | Padmé Amidala/Cordé/Dormé/Sabé | 100 wc 

Padmé favorite nights are the ones she spends with her handmaidens all together in the same bed. Fanfic’s Tumblr Post

Becoming a Handmaiden | Padmé Amidala/Sabé/Fem!Anakin Skywalker | 100 wc

The royal makeup is designed only for the Queen and Handmaidens of Naboo, but Padmé considered Anakin just as much a handmaiden as her others. Fanfic’s Tumblr Post

HARRY POTTER

just take the medicine, ron! | Hermione Granger/Harry Potter/Ron Weasley | 100 wc 

Harry and Hermione take care of a sick Ron.

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON (2022)

the most irresponsible dog owners | Aemond “One-Eye” Targaryen/Rhaena Targaryen (Daughter of Daemon)/Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra) | 169 wc

Since she was a little girl, Rhaena always wanted a dog. That's why she was so supportive when Aemond and Luke decided to adopt Vhagar and Arrax, she just didn't expect they'd be the most irresponsible dog owners.

WEDNESDAY (2022)

our very own addams | Xavier Thorpe/Wednesday Addams/Bianca Barclay | 153 wc

"You don't know Wednesday's family, B. They take these games way too seriously." She laughs at Xavier like he's overreacting. "I'm not joking, they're crazy. If someone doesn't die today then it's not really an Addams sunday of games."

EMILY IN PARIS (2020)

mon coeur | Camille/Emily Cooper/Gabriel | 155 wc

"I think there's no easy way to tell you, but you literally just said my horn."

CHILLING ADVENTURES OF SABRINA (2018)

the only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you | Caliban/Sabrina Spellman/Prudence Night | 143 wc

There's some advantages on dating the Rulers of Hell. Prudence could go there anytime she wanted, and if Sabrina Morningstar asked she would never leave.

ATYPICAL (2017)

the goods and bads of sharing the same girlfriend | Evan Chapin/Casey Gardner/Izzie Taylor, Evan Chapin & Izzie Taylor | 294 wc

Evan and Izzie have a talk in the middle of the night about their relationship with Casey.

FROM DUSK TILL DAWN: THE SERIES 

being a gecko is not that bad | Kate Fuller/Richard Gecko/Seth Gecko | 200 wc

Kate never imagined one day she would end up doing bad things with bad boys. But she did once thought she'd pretty much like doing really bad things with Richie and Seth Gecko.

#multiamorymarch2023 #multiamory march 2023 #multiamory march #fanfic masterlist #fanfiction masterlist #polyamorous fanfic #polyamorous fanfiction #archive of our own #ao3 #star wars #harry potter #house of the dragon #fire and blood #wednesday #wednesday 2022 #mine: fanfics #my stuff #*masterlist #star wars prequels #star wars sequels

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Donna Troy Imagines

by Bonniebird

Arrowverse / Titans: Donna Troy; This book is for CW's Donna Troy . All of my Imagines, prompts, oneshots and moodboard for Donna Troy requested via my Tumblr account; @bonniebird Fics in this book are Donna x Reader, Donna x Fem!Reader or Donna x Male!Reader

Words: 682, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Titans (TV 2018)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Donna Troy, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Barbara Gordon, Slade Wilson, Koriand'r (DCU), Robin (DCU), Garfield Logan, Garth (DCU), Teen Titans (DCU), Bruce Wayne, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Jason Todd, Dawn Granger, Hank Hall, Raven, Rachel Roth

Relationships: Donna Troy/Reader

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/41232990

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

[bluethepineapple]

1 - pansmione

001 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

when I started shipping it if I did:

There is this fic called Dawn by Wynnebat that someone in reddit recommended to me a while back. I enjoyed it so much that I looked for more fics and pretty much just ended up wading into the treasure trove XD.

my thoughts:

I really enjoy them as an enemies to lover ship! Many of the fics there have amazing plot, and I simply can't resist a magnificent slowburn. It's dramione but gay, and I enjoy snarky, feminine Pansy with such a massive personality so much more than quiet and stoic Dramione!Draco. Pansy in fics is just so fun to read!

What makes me happy about them:

Enjoyable explorations of bigotry, forgiveness, and growth! I also enjoy the sheer gayness of the ship XD

What makes me sad about them:

Not much actually! This is a very fanon ship to me, so I just pick the things I like!

things done in fanfic that annoys me:

I really wish more people would lean into Pansy's privilege and bigotry! The treatment of those aspects of her character are markedly better than say most Dramione fics, but I can't help but wish for more.

I would really love to one day find a fic where Pansy does not have an abusive background. It always leaves me with a sense that Pansy was only bigoted because her parents "forced" her to be - and that she, unlike them, held an inherent goodness that only had to be given space to shine through. I think I would enjoy so much more a story that treated bigotry as something she greatly benefited from and learned from people she loves deeply. I would love a deconstruction of what that means as she grows out of these.

things I look for in fanfic:

Great plots, especially case fics! Great Hermione characterization, and well done bigotry unlearning arcs for Pansy! I love a great slowburn between them too where all these feelings are just slowly bubbling.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: 

For Pansy, a pairing with Draco sounds interesting. I love exploring the idea of a post-war relationship where the Pansy who tried to give Harry up to save herself meets with the Draco who spent so long housing Lord Voldemort. They could be a really interesting study along the theme of self-preservation.

For Hermione, I think it's quite obvious that I'm a multishipper XD. I will take any ship really for as long as it explores Hermione in an interesting manner. My personal favorite ships though are with Harry, Fleur, Viktor, and (much more recent) Ginny! I love exploring various aspects of Hermione's character with all these people!

My happily ever after for them:

I love the idea of Hermione Granger as Minister for Magic with Pansy as her first lady, and the two of them taking the world by the storm. I enjoy imagining the two of them making their rounds in Ministry galas and politicking together, and then coming home together to enjoy an intimate and relaxing night with each other.

who is the big spoon/little spoon:

Big spoon is Pansy!

what is their favorite non-sexual activity:

I love the idea of them enjoying long, luxurious bubble baths especially after a hard day's work.

#pansimione #pansy parkinson #hermione granger #ask games #these ask games make it very clear that i am no romantic lmao #sorry folks

[ellayuki]

01092022 - Harry Potter

closing of a chapter (means opening of a new one)

~

"Somehow, Granger, this is exactly where I thought you might be, even on your very last day of school," Hermione hears as she closes the last of her borrowed tomes. 

The library had been so quiet until now, everybody in school getting ready to go home, and Hermione just… She’s had everything packed since last night, and her pyjamas and the leftovers for daily use since dawn, so there was nothing left for her to do but wait. So to the school library she went, one last time. "Good morning to you, too, Malfoy," she greets without looking up from the cover of the book. "Is it time to leave for the train yet? I’m afraid I’ve lost track of time."

Malfoy snorts. "No. You're about to miss breakfast, though," he says, sitting down opposite her. "McGonagall's gonna throw a fit if her favourite little bookworm won't be there to listen to whatever speech she has prepared, you know. I'll bet you anything, it's going to be even more boring than the ones Dumbledore used to make."

Hermione rolls her eyes, but she's not annoyed. She and Malfoy haven't really annoyed each other in well over a year now. Probably well over two, if she honestly thinks about it. "Don't be a tosser on your last day of school, you git." She smiles, though, when she looks up to meet his eyes. 

Malfoy is smiling, too. It's… not as weird or as off putting as it used to be. "Wouldn't be me, now, would it?"

"I guess."

They sit there, in something like content silence, and Hermione thinks of all the times she’s wanted to ring his ears throughout the years they've known each other, all the times he was nothing but a spoiled little brat who thought too highly of himself and too little of others, all the times he called her vicious names and made her cry.

And she thinks, too, of the times, though few and far between, when he surprised her, even when he meant to be an arse. 

And now, here they are, at the end of a chapter of their lives, ready to start a new one. And they are friends, of a sort, to everyone's (even their own) surprise . 

Hermione closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and for a heartbeat, imagines this moment - her and Malfoy, sitting in the school library together, smiling at each other in the gentle morning sunlight - captured in glass, forever.

Then she exhales, and opens her eyes, and when she looks at him, Malfoy looks like he might be feeling exactly as she feels. 

"Let's go to breakfast," she says, standing up and gathering the books into a tidy little stack. 

Malfoy sits still, for a second or two longer, just looking at her, and then he nods. Stands up. "Yes. Let's."

#harry potter #hermione granger #draco malfoy #dramione #draco x hermione #by moi #fic #my fic #2022 fic #hpfic

[i-aint-here-man]

I'm halfway through Johns' first JSA run. Some issue were better, other were worse. Nonetheless, imo one of the most interesting plot thread happened to be centered around Doctor Fate, although it didn't seem so visible till its nexus point in JSA #48.

In this series the mantle of Doctor Fate has been assumed by Hector Hall. Yes, Hector Hall, son of Carter Hall aka Hawkman. Some readers might know him from Gaiman's Sandman, where he appeared as a ghost.

In this run, Hector technically first appeared in JSA #2 as a nameless, reincarnated infant destined to become the next Dr Fate. The actual reveal happened in JSA #4, when Hector (magically grown up) assumed his role and defeated Mordru - a Lord of Chaos, trapping him in Fate's Amulet.

JSA #4

In #14th, Hector sought help in fighting Extant. Kent Nelson's ghost advised him to turn to Mordru. The Lord of Chaos told Hector, that "Hourman is the key!" and that "Dove is the key!", simultaneously hinting that he knew Lyta Hall's whereabouts.

JSA #13

Who the hell is she? Well, Lyta was Hector's wife; as well as a superhero - Fury; she's also mostly known from Gaiman's Sandman

Several issues later, in #19, Hector decides to visit his "new mother" in order to wake her from coma only to discover she was actually Lyta Hall - Hector's late wife.

Doctor Fate, clearly and justifiably agitated, tries to come up with anything that could help his beloved.

JSA #19

Later on, in JSA: All Stars #3 Hector conversates with Nabu in a bar. There, Hector witnesses his own fate, which is to kill Kendra Summers - the reincarnated Hawkgirl. Hector refuses to let it happen. Nabu tries to reason with the guy, but he has already sweared to prevent the destiny itself.

JSA: All Stars #3

In the meantime, in JSA #24 a reunion happens between father and son

JSA #24

Flash forward, in #32, "Nabu" advises Hector to head to Gemworld as if the cure for Lyta lies there. Keep in mind this scene, it's gonna come back.

JSA #41

So, Hector, fully determined, travels to Gemworld in #41st, where he meets those two enigmatic fellas - Flaw and Cutter. The latter explains why Mordru wanted Fate's amulet so badly and how he had come to be. In #43th, the three of them visit Lord Wrynn's place of death. Wrynn had tried to acquire Mordru's power, eventually becoming overpowered with it. Despite that, his remains still hold a great deal of mana, so Hector takes his skull.

In the following issue, hopeful Fate uses that skull, only to find out that...Lyta was actually reincarnated Dawn Granger [aka Dove]

She reveals a big retcon surrounding her partner and a former super hero - Hawk. So, this guy went mad and killed some JSA members as Extant, 'cause he was being manipulated by someone. That someone was *taratamtataaam* Mordru

As he hears that name, Hector leaves in rush. He reappers before District Court, where JSA handles the mess with Cobra's accolytes. But something feels off - Doctor Fate anatgonizes other members. While taking off the helmet, he reveals the concealed visage, not Hector's - but Mordru's!

Oh, right; Cutter actually is some child-looking guy called...Child? Anyway, he was helping Mordru this whole time.

In #47 we find out that Mordru swapped places with Hector; while the first one was up and running around, the other one remained trapped in Fate's Amulet. Hector meets other people who wore Fate's helmet: Kent Nelson, Inza Nelson, Jared Stevens, Christopher Freeman and even Eric & Linda Strauss. To everybody's surprise [mine too] they are just Hall's imagination. Nabu reveals that back in the #32th issue it wasn't him talking to Hector, but Mordru [and so the devil came to collect].

That's when the crucial moment happens; Hector is told to get his shit together, to let go, to relinquish his mission of bringing Lyta back. And although it's not easy [it never is], he's not left alone - Nabu supports him.

JSA #48

Hector contacts Dove and tells her to find Arion, whose body was possesed by Mordru. Mission accomplished, soul has been found, the bad guy's got distracted, so now Hector can finally beat the stars out of that lord-of-mud.

JSA #50

So how does he do that? Well, Fate humiliates his foe by showing the future, proving that Mordru is destined to eternally fail.

He later imprisons Mordru into the Rock of Eternity and rejoins the rest of JSA. And everyone lived happily ever after [or rather - for now everyone lived happily ever after]

JSA #51

And so, despite Mordru being a forgettable antagonist (who shares some similarities, both physically and characteristically with Vandal Savage); damn, that whole JSA run having ups and downs, it managed to create a story about a man, who after constantly fighting fate, learns to move on...to let her go

And so, perhaps we could derive two very different meanings from Passengers' most popular song. Maybe

you only love her

when you let her go

doesn't only mean your realisation of how much you loved someone when you miss them

A person interprates and shows love in various ways, whether it's by giving gifts or saying "I love u"; but sometimes...

sometimes the greatest act of love one can show to the other is to let them go, let them live their life...

...

Ehhh, and then the "Black Reign" arc happened, which left me so upset; as it ruined nearly everything from issue #48

Hey, *uhhhh* so actually Nabu inserted the souls of the previous Fates inside the amulet, *uhhh* but that's "okay", since now Hector can resurect Lyta *"yeaaaay"*

Hawkman #25

I'm just...I'm fuckin' disappointed in the end; that's all

La-Li-Lu-Le-Lo

#justice society of america #doctor fate #geoff johns #david goyer #let her go

[jasminewalkerauthor]

Deep dives into folklore: Witches

Throughout human history, the concept of the witch has undergone a remarkable evolution, transitioning from an amalgamation of superstitions and fears to a multifaceted archetype in folklore and literature. The image of the witch has been shaped by societal norms, religious beliefs, and cultural anxieties. Today in deep dives into folklore we delve into the transformation of the witch archetype, tracing its journey from the ancient world to modern times, and highlighting how literature has both reflected and influenced this evolution.

The origins of the witch can be traced back to the ancient civilizations of Egypt, Mesopotamia, and Greece. In these early societies, women who demonstrated knowledge of herbs, healing, and other natural practices were often revered as wise women. However, as societal structures became more organized and patriarchal, a shift occurred in the perception of these women. Their perceived powers began to evoke suspicion, leading to the conflation of their practices with darker magic. This marked the beginning of the dichotomy between the benevolent wise woman and the malevolent witch.

The medieval period witnessed a significant shift in the perception of witches. With the rise of Christianity, the Church labeled the practice of witchcraft as heretical and in league with the Devil. Widespread paranoia and fear led to the infamous witch trials, resulting in the persecution and execution of countless innocent individuals, primarily women. The witch became a symbol of malevolent sorcery, casting curses and consorting with demons. This period of intense persecution further solidified the archetype of the witch as a sinister and dangerous figure in popular imagination.

As the Renaissance and Enlightenment eras dawned, intellectual inquiry and rational thought led to a gradual shift in attitudes towards witches. Scholars like Johannes Weyer and Reginald Scot challenged the prevailing notion of witches as demonic agents. Weyer argued that many accused witches were suffering from mental illnesses and should be treated with compassion rather than subjected to harsh punishment. Similarly, Scot's work "The Discoverie of Witchcraft" aimed to dispel superstitious beliefs and promote skepticism. These efforts marked a turning point in the perception of witches, portraying them as victims of societal fears and ignorance rather than as agents of evil.

Literature played a pivotal role in shaping the evolving witch archetype. In Shakespeare's "Macbeth," the Three Witches epitomize the supernatural and prophetic aspects of witchcraft. Their ambiguous nature blurs the lines between prophecy and manipulation, emphasizing the psychological power of the witch. Nathaniel Hawthorne's "Young Goodman Brown" explores the theme of moral ambiguity through its depiction of a meeting with a coven of witches in the forest. These literary works reflect the evolving perceptions of witches as multi-dimensional characters, embodying both power and vulnerability.

In the 20th and 21st centuries, there has been a resurgence of interest in witches, driven by feminist movements and a desire to reclaim female power. Modern literature, such as Marion Zimmer Bradley's "The Mists of Avalon," portrays witches as symbols of female empowerment and wisdom. Characters like Hermione Granger in J.K. Rowling's "Harry Potter" series challenge traditional witch stereotypes, presenting witches as intelligent, strong, and capable individuals. Additionally, the "Witchcraft and Wicca" movement has sought to restore the positive connotations of witchcraft as a nature-centric, spiritual practice.

The evolution of the witch archetype in folklore and literature reflects the changing attitudes and beliefs of society over time. From ancient reverence to medieval persecution, from Enlightenment skepticism to modern empowerment, the witch has transformed into a complex and multifaceted figure. Literature has played a crucial role in shaping and reshaping the image of the witch, giving rise to characters that challenge stereotypes and resonate with contemporary social and cultural values. As society continues to evolve, so too will the portrayal and significance of the witch in our collective imagination.

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[noxtms]

dear claire ; we are pleased to inform you that your application for HERMIONE GRANGER has been accepted to 𝐧𝐨𝐱 ! taylor russell is now taken. you have twenty four hours to submit your account, or else your role will be reopened !

⧼   taylor russell, cis woman, she/her   /   a pearl by mitski + and this is what they don’t tell you, about surviving: that it hurts. that it defines you, now and forever. you, a child: there’s something carmine gleaming on pearly whites, and you’re not quite sure that it’s yours. wand arm raised high, defensive, violent   /   girlhood as a weapon, something to be used to inflict deadly harm.  “she’s the brightest witch of her age.”  what hagrid leaves off is that you’re every bit as lethal as you are luminescent. funny about that.  you, grieving: skin shredded into strips on your ankle, festering. you leave it be. the dust that collects on family portraits, the one where you smile toothy and wide, a little too perfect, a little too unencumbered. you leave it to settle, to build.  (  there is a bedroom door left ajar, and sometimes you lay flat on your back, watch the particles filter through the afternoon sunlight that doesn’t warm your skin. when was the last time you felt warm, lit from within?  )  you, starting over: early mornings, dawn a soft flush across the hollowed tops of cheekbones. half - drunk cups of coffee, russet rings overlapped on the counter, forever left in a rush. this is what they fail to tell you, when you collect the tattered scraps of a ghost of a girl you think you once knew: that the mirror is a kaleidoscope, jagged congeries, the faintest glimpse of recognition at buck teeth and wild hair, at bloodied gashes on the high, sharp shape of your cheekbone, at the saltwater that glimmers at the corner of your eyes when the unthinkable is made manifest. what they never tell you:  that you will not love every vision that dares to dance at the edge of the mirror, but that you’ll send silent prayer to each and every one of them  /  thank you for fighting, for letting go, for breaking and rebuilding more times than you can imagine, thank you for surviving. there’s something mystifying, something magical about finding this kind of uneasy peace.  ⧽   ━━   hey, isn’t that HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the TWENTY SEVEN year old muggleborn WITCH is a GRYFFINDOR alumnus who has gone on to be a SENIOR OFFICER AT THE DEPARTMENT FOR THE REGULATION AND CONTROL OF MAGICAL CREATURES. i’ve heard they can be quite ADROIT & INDEFATIGABLE, but i don’t know… they came off very SCATHING & WASPISH in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?   [   claire, twenty4, aest, she/they   ]

#hp rp #harry potter rp #appless rp #fandom rp #canon rp #oc rp #mumu rp #established rp #accepted.

[randomestroleplays]

𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔭𝔢𝔯 ⊱⋆⊰ 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥’𝔰 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔤𝔶

FANDOM: titans (can be played as multifandom / crossover or in other batman timelines)

OPEN TO: platonic and romantic relationships with original or canon characters

CONTENT WARNINGS: canon typical violence, drinking, past torture

Elle Harper could almost remember what it had been like to be happy.  She remembered her big brother, and her dad, and feeling like nothing bad could ever happen.  But then her dad died.  Elle never knew what happened to Roy, but she hoped that his life had been better than hers.  At only five years old, Elle found herself taken off the streets by Deathstroke himself.  Turned into a weapon, a gun with no name, never getting to talk to anyone but Slade, Elle spent the next seven years knowing nothing but her next target, her next shot, her next pain.  And then something happened, something changed.  It was supposed to be a normal mission, until the Justice League showed up.  Slade escaped, but Elle got left behind, got taken to safety by the League.  With no idea what to do with her, it was J'onn J'onzz, the Martian Manhunter, who offered to take her in.

But Elle wasn’t an easy child to raise.  She was angry, distrustful, a loaded gun with no aim.  Her temper was volatile, unpredictable, and dangerous.  She needed a purpose, she needed to make sense of everything that she’d been through, and there was only one place where she could do that.  J’onn knew that Robin was starting a group for teen vigilantes and heroes, for kids who needed a family just as much as they needed to train.  So Elle Harper moved to California, to Titans Tower, with no idea what to expect.

But no matter what she might have imagined, nothing could have prepared her for meeting Oliver Queen’s sidekick, Speedy.  Roy Harper.  Her brother.

(X)

FACECLAIM: florence pugh

AGE: 26

SHIPS: dick grayson

FRIENDS: roy harper, donna troy, dawn granger, hank hall, garth, wally west

AFFILIATIONS / ALLIES: the titans, the justice league

ENEMIES: deathstroke

ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral

ENNEAGRAM TYPE: type 8 — the challenger

SOUL TYPE: the warrior

MBTI: intj-t — the advocate 

HOGWARTS HOUSE: gryffindor

ELEMENT: fire

TROPE: action survivor

THEME SONG: smells like teen spirit, malia j

QUOTE: but hell is not where we’re going; hell is where we’ve been

#rp intro #titans rp #dc rp #dc roleplay #oc roleplay #roleplay muses #roleplay blog #rp blog #𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔰 #◇◆…◆◇ elle harper #𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔬? 𝔟𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔬 #⋘ ─ ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ─ ⋙ dc #𝔲𝔰 𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔨𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔰 𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔱𝔬𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 #⋘ ─ ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ─ ⋙ titans #𝔦𝔣 𝔴𝔢’𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔲𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔡𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱? #⋘ ─ ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ─ ⋙ intro #𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔰𝔱 #⋘ ─ ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ─ ⋙ graphics

[pogueswrld]

Hi Haddie!

I would like to request fem!reader with asthma dating Dawn Granger (Titans), please?

Thank you!

first time writing for dawn, pls tell me how this was and I'm so sorry for how late it is!! I've lost inspo for quite some time

*•.¸♡ lover of mine ♡¸.•*

pairing: dawn granger x fem!plus sized!reader

warnings: not much tbh just an asthma attack and dawn being an angel

Today seemed fine as it is, the weather was perfect for a day out, the streets weren't as busy as they'd usually be, and y/n and Dawn found peace in that.

They've decided, instead of going out to the city, they'd have a picnic breakfast then spend the rest of the day at home. It seemed fitting enough.

They packed enough food and drinks to feed three houses, but they didn't mind. Whatever they didn't eat, they can always send it to the Titans downtown. Dawn knows how fast Gar can inhale his food.

By the time they made it back home, it was around noon and the couple decided to split today's chores; Dawn would clean their shared apartment while y/n would prepare lunch that they've planned to have with Dick and Hank.

It wasn't anything formal, but y/n decided to start early to make a mini feast for the boys, heaven knows they all eat like pigs.

She had barely started when y/n realized she was missing a few ingredients, so with a groan at the realization that she will have to go to city, she grabbed her bag and kissed her lover goodbye.

Dawn and y/n have been together for about a year now, y/n remembers when they first met; she was just another girl in San Francisco. Just another girl who was at the wrong place in the wrong time.

There was a robbery nearby her former workplace and y/n was the one locking up. That's when she heard the gunshots and saw the vigilantes running about in a hallway not too far from her. Filled with panic, she tried to run the other way but was cut off by more robbers. They held her with a gun to her head as they threatened the Titans to kill her if they don't let them leave, and in the midst of her chaos y/n found Dawn's eyes and somehow that was comforting enough.

Everything that happened after that was a rush, the Titans did take down the criminals, and y/n was safely placed on the roof of a nearby building by Dove. y/n didn't see her again until months later, and that too was a coincidence.

She had gone to wash her clothes and found the vigilante littered with brushes and gashes in a dark hallway beside her, she took it upon herself to help her. y/n highly doubted Dawn wanted to go to a hospital and risk announcing her identity.

y/n likes to say that the rest was history, that they were brought together by fate or whatever it was controlling their lives.

She's thankful, of course. She's thankful for all the nights they get to spend together; watching a movie or chatting about their futures, or even exploring one another with the intimacy of the sun and the moon. She's thankful for all the days they get to spend together where they'd dance or sing, or go on dates that end in feverish kisses and flushed faces.

The city may have not been as busy as usual, but the stores were. y/n didn't have a car, and she didn't remember to grab Dawn's keys on her way out, so she was stuck walking all the way to the nearest store —which was a few blocks away— get everything she needed and stand in line then rush back home.

Maybe she shouldn't have rushed as fast as she did, because halfway into her run her heart started speeding against the wind, and there was a low whistle sound with each breath of air she heaves. Still, she pressed on.

By the time her apartment complex came to view, y/n was having trouble breathing, she slowed down to a walk and paused every few minutes to catch her breath but the tightness in her chest prevented her from calming down. Panic set in as she realized she's having some sort of attack, and a wave of nausea passed through her when she couldn't find her inhaler in her bag.

Cursing her luck, y/n continued her walk. She was aware of her wheezing breath and her trembling body, her eyes glazed over and she squinted as she made it to the door.

She sat on the steps, deciding to calm down before climbing them because they alone needed her inhaler.

She must've made some sort of a disturbing noise because she didn't notice Dawn rushing down the stairs to get to her. "Hey, hey, you're okay. You're okay." Dawn whispered as she kneeled in front of the girl, her braid disappearing behind her shoulder. "Breathe with me, okay? Can you do that baby?"

With a fogged mind and a choked throat, y/n nodded as best as she could. She tried her best to copy Dawn's breatjing pattern; take a deep breath, lock it in for five seconds, let it go in a deep exhale. She repeated until her heart calmed down and her grip onto her girlfriends forearms wasn't a tight one.

She was exhausted, a drowsy feeling washing over her that made her want to crawl under cold sheets and never resurface. y/n frowned, knowing her day has been ruined, and buried her face in Dawn's chest to hide her teary eyes.

Dawn knew that she was upset, she saw it in her eyes, so she wrapped her arms around her head and let her rest for a minute. Then she was kissing her hairline and slowly pulling her face upwards to press more kisses across her face, from her forehead to her eyes and cheeks and lips.

"I'm sorry," y/n whispered, causing Dawn to shush her. "It's fine baby, you're okay. Are you feeling better?" y/n only hummed and leaned into Dawn's hand, craving her comforting touch.

"I forgot my inhaler." y/n mumbled and Dawn chuckled, pushing some loose strand behind her ear. "Yeah I figured, I saw you limping coming in." y/n groaned in embarrassment and covered her face with her hands, Dawn only chuckled at her and pulled her by her wrists to see her flushed face. "Do you still wanna make lunch or should I order a take out?"

It was y/n turn to chuckle, "I think a take out would do, I don't think they'll notice the difference."

#dawn granger #titans dc #dc titans #dick grayson #batfam #garfield logan #hawk and dove #Dove #hawk #jason todd #red hood #nightwing #beast boy #raven dc #dawn granger fic #dawn granger imagine #dawn granger x reader #dawn granger x oc #plus size #plus sized reader