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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
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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.
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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.”
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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
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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
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Dating Rachel Roth headcanons (Fem! reader)
warnings:
•when you guys first started dating she was still learning her powers and kept her distance
•after a while she got closer and more comfortable
•she’s very touched starved and she always wants to cuddle
•she loves hugs and will melt in your arms when you hug her
•she’s also very open to PDA
•not like making out but hand holding and hugging she’ll do
•she literally won’t go to bed without you
•”baby come to bed with me”
•”Rach it’s only 7 im not tired”
•you end up just holding her until you both fall asleep
•when she has nightmares she feels bad about waking you up because of them
•you always tell her that you don’t mind being woken up but she still feels bad
•but after a while she doesn’t feel bad anymore
•your clothes are hers and hers are yours
•while doing laundry dick doesn’t know whose clothes are whose
•”hey Rach is this yours or y/n’s?”
•”doesn’t matter we’ll both end up wearing it anyway”
•you guys just stop using separate drawers for your clothes and now just put your clothes in the same drawer
•you guys also share a room
#rachel roth#lesbian#wlw love#wlw post#titans dc#koriandr#jason todd#garfield#dick grayson x reader#donna troy#dawn granger#hank hall#rachel roth x reader
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Rando Titan Headcanons |
Notes: Since it’s almost Christmas I wanted to write some festive little headcanons I can’t stop thinking about.
Picking Out the Tree and Decorating it:
you would insist on putting up the christmas tree the day after thanksgiving.
you’d beg them all to come with you.
you wanting to pick it out as a family.
rachel, gar, connor, and dawn would be done to sweet talking needed.
but in order to get the others to join it takes some convincing.
kory would love the idea. she’s never had a christmas on earth before.
once arriving to the christmas farm, you told everyone to split up and look for the best tree.
of course no one could agree on a tree so you where the deciding factor.
back at the headquarters, you made the gang lug the boxes of christmas decorations you’ve collected over the years out of your room.
you start your playlist and smile, humming to have yourself a merry little christmas.
gar and rachel beginning to dance. dick looks at a very suprised kory and the two join.
the room fills with laughter, as hank grabs you throwing you over his shoulder as he starts to sway to the music.
once the tree is decorated, the lights plugged in.
you step back. taking a good look at the masterpiece in front of you.
you let out a sigh of content and try to stop the tears that threat to escape.
you haven’t had a proper christmas in years and this seemed to make you more emotional then you thought
Ice Skating:
much to your surprise it wasn’t you who convinced everyone to got ice skating.
rachel had talked gar into it and he forced everyone else to tag along.
while everyone was skating you realized that hank wasn’t doing so good.
the giant himbo was a little clumsy and he couldn’t keep himself up straight.
which resulted in him needing help. which almost caused you to fall right with him he held on to you for support.
you would be thrown into a fit of laughter watching him.
Cooking Christmas Dinner:
I can only imagine what it would be like to cook christmas dinner.
you’d be busting your ass half with rachel, gar, dawn and connor.
hank and dick would be sitting at the table, watching as you guys work.
beer in hands.
hank would steal things off and on as you prepare it.
you’d swat is hand away every few minutes.
it would drive you insane but you would still laugh and have a smile on your face.
jason would come down stairs while your finishing up.
he’d make some snarky comment about how we aren’t a real family so why are we pretending.
when in reality he’s actually loving it.
seeing how happy everyone, is enough to convince him.
but of course he’s going to fuss about it the entire time.
@pinkchubbiebunnie
#dc titans#Titans#titans headcanons#dick greyson/nightwing#gar logan/beast boy#rachel roth/raven#kory anders/starfire#hank hall/hawk#donna troy/wonder girl#dawn granger/dove#jason todd/red hood#jason todd/robin#connor kent/super boy#titans x reader#x reader#christmas headcanons#jason todd#gar logan#dick greyson#connor kent
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........ so I'm back again with TWO WHOLE CHAPTERS of a fic!! Made sure to crank out two before I post about it so you know i won't abandon it like the other 2(3?)
It's a Titans (2018) fic, jason todd x reader. what is it about? well you're a titan alongside the rest of them and the show is rewritten to include you (and gets rid of the horrible timeline where jason kills hank and they don't let him back cause let my man rest please!! red hood/s3 still happens it just has a happy ending.... eventually)
The first chapter is 5.7k words, which is a record for me so please check it out if you're into this stuff! promise I'll see it through to the end and not forget about it in two weeks cause I've dreamed of writing this for a year
#titans 2018#tv: titans#titans hbo#tv titans#jason todd#dick grayson#red hood#raven roth#garfield logan#gar logan#dawn granger#hank hall#koriand'r#kory anders#kori anders#donna troy#fan fiction#fanfiction#titans fanfiction#x reader#jason todd x reader
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character's i write for
welcome to my list of characters where i have many of them from many fandoms that i write for
requests: temporarily closed
main masterlist
yellowjackets (shauna shipman, jackie taylor, lottie matthews, taissa turner, van palmer, nat scatorccio, laura lee, callie sadecki)
dc titans (dick grayson, jason todd, kory anders, gar logan, donna troy, dawn granger, hank hall)
fear street (deena johnson, sam fraser, ziggy berman, cindy berman, kate schmidt, alice hart, simon kalivoda, tommy slater, young!nick goode)
teen wolf (scott mccall, stiles stilinski, isaac lahey, malia tate, kira yukimura, lydia martin, liam dunbar)
scream (sam carpenter, tara carpenter, chad meeks martin, mindy meeks martin, wes hicks, quinn bailey)
miscellaneous: maeve rojas (one of us is lying), leighton murray (the sex lives of college girls), kit walker (american horror story), miguel diaz (cobra kai), brooke davis (one tree hill), maeve wiley & ruby matthews (sex education), kate bishop (hawkeye), any of hailee steinfeld's characters tbh, jeremiah fisher (the summer i turned pretty), roronoa zoro (one piece live action)
another thing i'd like to add, i wouldn't mind writing poly ships x reader like dickkory, jackieshauna, stalia, sameena, lottienat, jaygar, etc. (or a poly ship with crossover characters like dick grayson & kate bishop for example)
i will write for fluff, angst, and maybe smut (there's only so much i am comfortable with though) if you ask nicely. and i only write for fem & gn readers
and as a reminder, you guys can request for the following fandoms for oneshots, headcanons, or just sending your fluffy or horny thoughts in my inbox (i don't judge)
#yellowjackets x reader#titans x reader#dc titans x reader#fear street x reader#teen wolf x reader#scream x reader#lottie matthews x reader#dick grayson x reader#natalie scatorccio x reader#jason todd x reader#isaac lahey x reader#sam carpenter x reader#jackie taylor x reader#tara carpenter x reader#stiles stilinski x reader#jaiden writes things
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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
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who i write for/major masterlist
aka, my latest hyperfixations (✨neurodivergency✨)
fandom, then character and/or actor
note: will also do rpf (real person fic), just very picky about celebrities whom i support
dc titans on hbo max
gar logan
kory anders/princess koriand'r
conner kent
dickkory
rachel roth
komand'r
komcon?? (queen komand'r and conner)
dick grayson
platonic!hank hall
dawn granger
donna troy
gossip girl (cw 2000s)
blair waldorf
serena van der woodsen
nate archibald
dan humphrey
dair (blair & dan, dan & blair)
carter baizen
note: will not write for chuck bass or ed westwick, i appreciate respect on this decision... moving on)
gossip girl (hbomax 2020s)
monet de haan
zoya lott
julien calloway
luna la
shan barnes
audrey hope
max wolfe
aki menzies
platonic! or frenemies!obie bergmann (love the actor, the character.... moving on)
boy meets world
eric matthews
shawn hunter
jack hunter
angela moore
shawn x angela (b/c that's who was supposed to be endgame)
minkus (maybe, not opposed to it)
platonic!feeny (for those who need some feeny advice, or just want something lighthearted to read)
vampire diaries universe (TVD, TO, Legacies)
when i say everybody from this show is available for requests, i mean EVERY-FRICKIN-BODY CAN GET IT
teen wolf
when i say everybody from this show is available for requests, i mean EVERY-FRICKIN-BODY CAN GET IT
first kill
calliope burns
juliette fairmont
calliette
theo burns
apollo burns
mama burns
mama fairmont
julie and the fat ones/phantoms
luke patterson
reggie peters
platonic!alex mercer (was that the fandom-agreed-upon last name??)
willex (alex x willie) --> possibly, want to remain respectful and i'm not a gay man so i don't know... i do love this couple though so i might
marvel cinematic universe
sam wilson, captain america
bucky barnes
peter parker (holland)
peter parker (garfield)
riri williams, ironheart
queen shuri, the black panther
namor (will add his other name once i learn how to properly spell it)
torres?? will look into this one, but he was pretty in tfatws so i'm adding him here for now
disney channel
lab rats (chase davenport)
any role played by luke benward
descendants movies (anyone... can get it)
liv and maddie (s4!parker rooney, maybe s3; reader will be aged down or parker is aged up)
disney plus
hsmtmts (anyone... can get it)
actors/notable rpf
this list is already so long, but pretty much anyone from the aforementioned shows will probably be written about so stay tuned! love you bye, drink some water
more to come when i can think of more!
#who i write for#dc titans#titans hbo max#the cw gossip girl#gossip girl#hbo max gossip girl#boy meets world#vampire diaries universe#tvd#the originals#the vampire diaries#legacies#the cw legacies#first kill#netflix first kill#julie and the phantoms#julie and the fat ones#netflix jatp#mcu#marvel cinematic universe#disney channel#disney plus#this is the gayest list i have ever written
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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝒟𝒞 𝑅𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜
♡ Be specific with your request, do not just put ‘blank x blank with blank’
♡ I will and can deny requests. As a writer who does this in her free time when she feels up to it, I can pick what I want to write. Also, I work and do other things outside of writing. Please do not constantly ask or pressure for work to be posted.
𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒:
Incest, Pedophilia, Glorification of any illness (including: Depression, Su*cide, Self-Harm, and/or Addiction), Virgin!Reader or Male!Readers. Nothing involving drugs aside from cigarettes.
I DO NOT DO CHARACTER X CHARACTER ALONE. I WILL DO CHARACTER X READER X CHARACTER
𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝐼 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝓇:
Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Rick Flag, Robert DuBois, Captain Boomerang, Slade Wilson, Clark Kent, Conner Kent, Gar Logan, Hank Hall, Adrian Chase, Christopher Smith, and John Stewart.
Barbara Gordon, Kate Kane, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Starfire, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Catwoman, Cleo Cazo, Diana Prince, Raven, Carol Ferris, Dawn Granger, Donna Troy, Blackfire, Renee Montoya, Helena Bertinelli, Dinah Lance, Emilia Harcourt, and Leota Adebayo.
REQUEST FORM
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Donna Troy Imagines
by Bonniebird
Arrowverse / Titans: Donna Troy; This book is for CW's Donna Troy
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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
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Contract.
You and Dick Grayson are old friends, and well of course you met him when he’s in danger again with a new companion.
Characters – Dick, Reader, Rachel, Hawk and Dawn.
Word Count – 1034.
A/N – I am so sorry for cheesy line.
‘Have you seen Y/N?’ Dawn asked, Dick shook his head.
‘No.’ He replied.
‘I don’t think after the way it was left, they’d want to see me again.’ Dick said, Dawn tilted her head slightly.
‘Well she’s coming tonight.’ Dawn told him.
‘What?’ He asked, his jaw slackened before the door was chapped then opened.
‘I brought some of that wine you li-‘ the sentence died on your lips as you saw him, you were about to say something else but you sighed.
‘Grayson.’ You greeted him.
‘Y/N.’ He slowly nodded at you, waiting for your reaction.
‘If Dawn would’ve told me you were coming I would’ve brought beer.’ You told him, he shook his head.
‘It’s not problem.’ He said, you raised an eyebrow before shut the door.
‘Dick?’ A voice asked, you turned and looked at the teenager.
‘Please don’t tell me you’ve kidnapped her.’ You commented, Dawn and Hank laughed as Dick looked ashamed.
‘Rachel, nice to meet you.’ She said, stretching her hand out, you accepted it and watched as she looked at you confused.
‘Stop trying to read my mind Rachel.’ You told her before she dropped your hand.
‘Why can’t it?’ She asked.
‘I’m a zombie.’ You said seriously, her jaw dropped slightly before you chuckled and walked into the kitchen.
‘She’s kidding.’ Grayson said, you raised an eyebrow at him.
‘I can read minds myself, so I’ve always got a shield up.’ You said, tapping the side of your head.
‘If you want to know who I am, just ask, or read his again.’ You informed her, pointing at Dick, she turned to him.
‘So why is he watching you?’ You asked her, she smiled slightly.
‘People want to kill me.’ She said, you pulled back slightly and glanced at Dick.
‘Rachel.’ Dick warned, she sighed.
‘Okay, people want to kidnap me but seem to be killing all the people that help me.’ She said, you loved your eyes and sighed whilst nodding.
‘Well don’t worry, he’s a tough one to kill.’ You told her opening your eyes as you motioned to Dick.
‘You hungry?’ You asked her, her face lit up.
‘Starving.’ She replied.
‘You have some guests.’ You said, Dawn and Hank looked at each other as you moved to Rachel.
‘We need to go.’ You informed her, she shook her head.
‘But they.’ Rachel started to say but you cut her off.
‘They know where to find us, but we need to get you to safety.’ You informed her before taking her hand, and guided her away from the others.
‘Now.’ You said, just as the door was opened, the pair of you snuck past the weird looking family.
‘Where’s Dawn?’ You asked Dick as he stepped into the safe house without anyone else.
‘Where is she?’ You asked again.
‘In the hospital, severe concussion and fractured bones.’ Dick said, you clenched your jaw before taking a deep breath.
‘Where are the people that did this?’ You asked him, he lowered his eyes again.
‘I don’t know.’ He said, you rolled your sleeves up and Dick reached out to you.
‘Y/N, don’t it will tire you out.’ Dick warned you, you narrowed your eyes at him before shaking your head.
‘I’m finding them.’ You said, he nodded and took a step back before you walked around the room before finding the right spot.
‘What is she doing?’ Rachel asked, you shout your eyes and moved your hands over each other.
‘Her powers are different from yours, she can feel people and finding everything out about them without having to be next to them like you.’ Dick explained, Rachel watched as red light flowed out your hands, spreading through the room until it pushed out past them.
The pair watched as you kept moving your hands, the red becoming darker and thicker before changing again, then you titled your head ever so slight and the corner of your lips curled up before you opened your eyes and turned to them. Rachel watched the red flicker in your eyes before you blinked and it was gone.
‘Got them.’
‘Room service.’ You called out as you knocked on the door.
‘We didn’t order anything?’ They called from inside the room, you looked at Dick who shrugged.
‘Well I have a special delivery for you.’ You said, then the door was unlocked and the mother stepped into your view. You gave her a tight lipped smiled and she looked at you.
‘What is it?” She asked, politely but annoyed.
‘A knuckle sandwich.’ You commented before you swung your fist up and connected with her face, she stumbled back and you kicked the door open. Stepping in you allowed Dick to enter behind you before he shut the door.
You took in the father, son and daughter as they looked at the mother as she stood up and wiped her nose, the bloodstained the back of her pale hand. Once they knew she was okay they stood up and approached the pair of you.
‘Why are you after Rachel?’ You asked them, they scoffed and titled their heads almost at the same time.
‘Our boss wants her.’ The younger girl said, you looked at her.
‘Why?’ Dick asked, beside you.
‘Her father is come in back to town, he wants to reunite.’ The father said, you looked at him before you used your power, reading his mind was confusing, thoughts were calmly stored in areas and certain ones had been overplayed with something else but then you found it.
‘We need to go.’ You told Dick, he was shocked.
‘What about them?’ He asked.
‘They don’t have long.’ You explained, then the red blinking light at the side of their heads started. You watched as the mother swallowed and shared a look with the father, reaching out and taking their hands.
‘It’s time for a nap kids.’ She said, then suddenly their heads exploded.
‘What the hell was that?’ Dick asked as he looked at the shattered heads and blood covering the walls and ceiling.
‘The end of their contract.’ You told him, checking over you appearances a few droplets of blood had landed on you but nothing else.
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Sundrop's DC Titans Masterlist
Stop? (Baby, Don't Stop) - Sub!Gar Logan x Dom!Fem!Reader. Friends with Benefits. Smut/PWP. Gar is stressed out about everyone else's problems, so you get him to de-stress the only way you know how (by riding his dick). (1,800 words.)
Shared Trauma - Sub!Gar Logan x Dom!Fem!Reader. Friends to Lovers. Smut and Angst. Gar is upset after having to kill someone for the first time, and you help distract him from the pain. (3,600 words.)
Miss Nectarine - Donna Troy x Fem!Reader. Friends to Lovers. Smut. Stress has been eating at Donna since the old Titans came back 'home'. She finds the perfect way to relieve that stress when she accidentally walks in on you in a certain compromised situation. (2,600 words.)
The Girl Next Door - Hank Hall x Fem!Reader x Dawn Granger. Neighbours to Lovers. Smut. When you move in across the hall from Dawn and Hank, they immediately become protective of you. When you ask them for advice to help out in your sex life - things spin out of control in the best possible way. (5,600 words.)
Better Than Sleeping - Jason Todd x Fem!Reader. Friends with Benefits. Smut. Jason comes to bother you one night when you're tired from training. It quickly turns into a battle of wills between the two of you. Eventually, much to your annoyance - he wins. (5,300 words.)
Dreaming Of You (Mini Series - Complete) - Gar Logan x Fem!Mute!Powered!Reader. Best Friends to Lovers. Smut and (Slight) Angst. Having a direct window into someone’s mind is not as fun as everyone thinks it might be. You see and hear things that you might not want to. Or things you want to see very, very badly. But in your case, the problem was a delicate mixture of both. (31,300 words.) | Part One | Part Two | Series Masterlist |
Not A Good Time - Gar Logan x GN!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut. Seeing Gar fighting while on a mission makes you hot and bothered, and you can't wait to get him home. (2,000 words.)
Missing You - Gar Logan x Fem!Reader x Jason Todd. Accidental Voyeurism. Smut. Gar calls Jason when he's feeling lonely, and accidentally catches you and his best friend in a very compromising situation. But he can't bring himself to hang up the call. (2,800 words.)
Emergency Contact - Jason Todd x GN!Reader. Enemies/FWB to Lovers. Angst. Hurt and Comfort. (Slight Smut.) After Jason is kidnapped by Deathstroke, you help each other heal, even if he tries pushing you away at first. (10,400 words.)
Tongue Twister - Gar Logan x GN!Reader. Friends to FWB. Smut/PWP. In which you literally try to suck Gar's soul out through his dick. (And you might actually succeed.) (2,000 words.)
Your First Kiss With - Gar Logan | Dick Grayson | Jason Todd |
What would a first date with Gar Logan be like? (Headcanons)
How would Jason react to you accidentally sending him a nude?
Note: The rest of these link off to AO3, but I am hoping to have them edited and posted on Tumblr sometime soon.
Pretty Venom - Conner Luthor x Fem!Reader. Friends to Strangers to Lovers. Smut. When Mother Mayhem's magic messes with Conner's head, you find yourself confused, but intrigued - and then turned on. Conner takes advantage of that. (11,800 words.)
Glitter & Crimson - Gar Logan x Fem!Reader. Friends to ‘Lovers’. Smut. Conner is your ‘boyfriend’ - maybe. Either way, the two of you aren’t having sex, and you’re pent up. So when Gar offers you a golden opportunity to blow off steam, you don’t even consider how much it might be breaking his heart. (6,700 words.) (Prequel to the fic linked above.)
Free Use Day - Poly!OG!Titans x Fem!Reader. Established Poly (Sexual) Relationship. Smut/PWP. You are a sex toy for the original Titans, and you love it. (14,300 words.)
No Place Like Home - Gar Logan x Fem!Powered!Reader x Jason Todd. Friends to Lovers. Angst and Smut with a Happy Ending. Jason leaves the Titans broken and battered, and gets set on a dangerous path, and it’s up to you and Gar to bring him home. (90,300 words.) (Series - Complete.)
Steamy - Jason Todd x Fem!Reader. Rivals to Friends with Benefits. Smut/PWP. You and Jason compete in everything - including the difficult task of sharing a bathroom. Until one day, competing in petty things becomes a battle for dominance in other areas. (5,200 words.)
Precious Time Alone - Gar Logan x Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. When the Titans split up, you and Gar get your first true moments alone in weeks. You take advantage of it, even if it ends in a bit of a strange disaster. (9,000 words.)
Now You See Me - Gar Logan x Masc!Powered!Reader. Strangers to Lovers. Smut. As soon as you meet Gar, you’re smitten with him. You’re used to people looking right through you - literally. But for once, Gar is someone who truly sees you for who you are, and he likes you. Every part of you. (6,900 words.)
The Sweater Song - Gar Logan x Fem!Reader. Friends to Lovers. Emotional Angst and Smut (with a Happy Ending). Songfic. Gar decides to leave Caulder House, and it breaks your heart. But you give him a token of your affection so that he won’t forget you, and eventually he does return home to you. (7,200 words.)
Snow In Florida - Donna Troy x Fem!Powered!Reader. Childhood Friends to Lovers. Emotional Angst (Sexuality Crisis) and Smut (with a Happy Ending). You and Donna have been friends for as long as you can remember - but as you’re both maturing, your friendship shifts in a dangerous way. A birthday party, a nagging crush, a kiss - all of it leads you both down a beautiful and bitter path to your one true love. (30,300 words.) (Mini Series - Complete.)
Don’t Say It - Jason Todd x Fem!Powered!Reader. Friends to Lovers. Smut and Emotional Angst. After Jason is kidnapped by Deathstroke, the Titans don’t have any sympathy for him. When they pile onto the weight he’s already carrying, he can’t take it anymore - and you task yourself with picking up the pieces before it’s too late. (11,300 words.)
Yokai - Gar Logan x Masc!Japanese!Reader. Strangers to Lovers. Smut/PWP. Gar visits your family’s Japanese restaurant often - it makes him feel normal, talking with someone who doesn’t secretly wear a cape. Plus he loves the food, and… he thinks you’re super cute. (6,400 words.)
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DC Titans Blurb Requests - Closed
Requests Closed as of August 17th, 2023.
(I am keeping this request form up for reference.)
Hey everyone! I have decided that I will be accepting requests for Titans. (My main focus is the HBO Version of the Titans characters.) I want some ideas to work on in between working on reposts and working on new, longer fics, so I want to work on quick blurbs that will be a thousand words to two thousand words long each.
Typically in the past, I have reblogged prompt lists for this kind of thing, but I decided that I would come up with my own idea list/prompt list for this. You don’t have to use ideas from this list, feel free to send me your own ideas/original requests, and as long as they are fairly simplistic, I will use them for blurbs. If they are too simple/too vague, I might not use your idea, and if it's too complex, I might not be able to fit it in under one thousand words, so it won't get done in a timely manner. (Note: all requests are not guaranteed to get done, and get done based on my personal interest/how inspiring I find them.)
The Titans characters I write for: Gar, Jason, Conner (with Conner, I feel more comfortable writing smut about S4 Conner/Luthor!Conner, and I would write angst or fluff for early seasons Conner), Dick, Hank, Dawn, Donna, and Kory.
(More information below the cut - please read all of it before requesting.)
(There is also some discussion of kinks below the cut, but if it's the kind of thing you're not comfortable with, then my fics might not be for you - though I do put thorough warnings on all of my fics.)
I will accept requests for poly ships (character x reader x character). Please make sure you specify in the request if you want the reader to female, gender neutral, or male. I will write smut, angst, or fluff, but I mostly prefer writing smut or angst. When requesting smut, please make sure that you specify who is the dom and who is the sub (aka sub!reader and dom!canon character, or the reverse - I write for both).
I will write for a lot of dark topics and different kinks, and in general, the list of things that I won't write for is a lot shorter than the list of things I will write for, so if you're wondering if a request is within my personal squicks or not, just ask! For reference, my main no-nos are: virgin!reader or innocent!reader (I am okay with doing "faux" innocent reader), fics about miscarriages, and extreme choking kink. And that is about it.
Smut Prompts/Ideas:
the canon character is a virgin (ex: virgin!Jason)
caught masturbating
accidentally sending nudes
"can you teach me how to do (blank)?” (ex: “can you teach me how to give someone an orgasm?” “can you teach me how to perform oral?”)
dirty talking/teasing while on a mission
training/wrestling/sparring that turns into sex
them seeing you in a slutty outfit when you go undercover for a mission (or you see them in a slutty outfit for a mission)
late night semi-public sex (kitchen, living room, etc.) where they shove a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet and make sure others don’t hear your moans
using sex as a way to destress after a difficult mission
stuck and fucked/situational bondage/predicament bondage
overstimulation
breeding kink
dumbification kink/objification
Daddy kink or Mommy kink (their reaction to being called Daddy or Mommy for the first time)
(I could add more kinks to this and there are a lot more kinks that I enjoy writing about, but these are just the ones I thought about when making this list)
Angst Prompts/Ideas:
they break up with you to keep you away from danger
they react to you breaking up with them
how they react when you are killed by a villain
one of you has been brainwashed/drugged and hurts the other or completely forgets the other
they save you from a near-death experience (or you save them)
they confide in you during a stressful time
them finding out you are alive after thinking you died
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 you’ll never love them back, etc.)
(I didn’t put any fluff prompts because a lot of the time I am bad at writing pure fluff - I write fluff in combination with other genres. So if you have any good ideas for pure fluff send them to me and I might write them.) (Again, you don't have to use prompts from these lists, I just think they are good examples of things that will fit the 1k-2k mark.)
#sundrop speaks#dc titans#titans#titans fanfiction#dc titans fanfiction#dc titans x you#dc titans x reader#dc comics fanfiction#dc comics x reader#gar logan x reader#jason todd x reader#dick grayson x reader#hank hall x reader#starfire x reader#conner kent x reader#dawn granger x reader#donna troy x reader
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I started posting my first fanfiction last month and wanted to share. Any feedback and love is appreciated <3
Synopsis: Just a former Titan trying desperately to forget the past. Unfortunately for her, Bruce and Dick love to drag her back into their messes.
#dick grayson x reader#dc titans x reader#titans x reader#dick grayson#jason todd#rachel roth#garfield logan#hank hall#dawn granger
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Don't Do That || Donna Troy
Pairing: Donna Troy x Vigilante!Fem!Reader
Summary: After a terrible scout, Y/N goes home close to death and Donna gets to witness her sneaking inside her apartment.
Words: 2.7k
Warning: little angst, but also a fluff end!!
A/N: man i'm still upset about s2's ending so here i am resorting to writing,,, Donna Troy my BELOVED ♡
[Masterlist]
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New York City isn't as magical as how movies and shows portray it to be. Streets are always occupied, people you pass by are always in the rush and won't hesitate to talk shit when you bump into them, trash everywhere you go and crime always happening on every corner. But no matter how dirty the city was, figuratively and literally, Y/N loved the city that never sleeps. She grew up in the area and had too many memorable moments. Practically glued to it no matter what. Her love was reflected through her way of justice. No, she had no law degree to defend the wrongfully accused or taunted in court, but she had the strength to protect the streets by running around in black with a blue mask to cover most of her face. Her activities were widely known by the city and most of them underestimate her capabilities. Y/N didn't have any crazy abilities other than combat and gymnastics skills to speak volumes for her. A few years in a gymnastics team and mixed martial arts molded them into who she was today.
People she has encountered are usually robbers or kidnappers, occasionally would be a mob or a serial killers. Some crooks she faced were experienced, were able to scar her good or even make her reach the point of draining her energy.
This was one of them, except it was worse than before. She has faced a group of people before, though the brute force they performed truly caught her off guard. There were too many cuts and probably three broken bones, but the vigilante was too focused on running her way back to her apartment. The cold breeze of the night made its way deeper into her body through the scars and it became harder to keep her up on her feet, yet Y/N told herself that she needed to keep going, she has to. When she finally recognized the rooftop that had some comfy hanging lights she was passing by she felt relieved about it. She was close. As she arrived at her usual entrance inside her apartment, she climbed in the window by her bedroom as stealth as she could but she failed to keep it up due to her injuries. A small thud was heard when her butt landed on the floor and silently she screamed at the dart of pain. Slowly Y/N picked herself up from her somewhat comfortable surface and held onto the ledge of her window for support. To her stage of lightheadedness, this was new to her. She felt too exhausted and couldn't care less if she was on the brink of dying because of the bleeding. As long as she gets to have her last moments by her bedroom window, it was ten times better than a filthy alley.
Her state barely caught the sound of the bedroom door creaking open and the vigilante's mind could not register who could have barged into her apartment at this hour to confront the noises. Her eyes moved to where the person stood by and slowly her vision focused on their figure that seem to display a glowing rope that was held by their hands while their stance was ready to throw her out of the room. She couldn't tell if her head was starting to make her hallucinate things or not, but she recognized that it was either Wonder Woman or Wonder Girl. God knows what the fuck her mind was farting out at that point.
"Who are you?" It was her girlfriend. Donna's voice was stern and rather demanding towards what she thought was an intruder.
A small smile formed from Y/N's bruised lips and before she could make a sound from her mouth to respond, her body collapsed back to the ground and finally lost the grip of her consciousness. The Amazonian has rather frozen from her spot after the loud thud and the tension around her was still heavy. Donna only had one thought on how her night was going to end and it was not like this. She then moved closer to where Y/N's body lied and kept her defenses up in case the person was acting. She had heard of the masked person who beats the shit out of criminals, but only to the point, that they'd knockout. She always wondered about them but never thought of encountering them sneaking inside apartments, specifically Y/N's. Donna had told herself that she was done with hero stuff after the Titans disbanded yet what was happening at that very moment is causing conflict within herself. The raven-haired's curiosity ate her mind when she felt tempted to remove the blue mask that hid the vigilante's identity. Deep down she hoped this poor fella wasn't her girlfriend but a second voice in the back denies otherwise. When Donna peaked on the mask to reveal their face, a small gasp escape her lips.
"Y/N?"
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Before the injured woman could even bear to open her eyes, a numerous set of agonizing pain welcomed her back to her consciousness. She felt like a bulldozer ran over her trice. As her eyes flutter, her bedroom ceiling was the first thing she saw and light from her window made its way to her face. It was morning... The brightness of the sunlight pop a headache out in the blue and it caused her to groan. The surface she was lying on felt softer than she had recalled.
She fell on the floor, didn't she? Since when did she get to move her own body to her bed when she went out?
Y/N then remembered what happened on her patrol last night and a curse accompanied her sigh. There was a last-minute change of plans for the group that she was looking out for weeks and being ambushed by a bunch of brute men was not on her mind, being mauled down was another. Y/N went to touch the area of her cuts, which was at the bottom of her left collarbone and felt a thin cloth covering the said scar. She figured the person who found her did this or maybe Anna who's a nurse that lives a few streets nearby and happens to pass by her place. Usually, she only calls the nurse when she's wounded, but there were times she'd be visiting to look out for her. Before she could even dare to try sitting up a voice interrupted her action,
"I wouldn't even try moving so much if I were you." Y/N sighed when she realized whose voice had spoken.
When she faced where her voice came from, the young woman had many emotions painted over her face when she had the view of her, the confusion being evident in her eyes. She had figured a long time ago that she had to come out clean to Donna, one way or another and this was one of the many scenarios she had imagined herself to be in. It was a matter of time for her to admit it now because it was getting harder to keep her second life hidden from her. The raven-haired woman had made known before that she preferred when secrets are admitted wholeheartedly no matter what the circumstance they may be, either they were in a fight, caught in a lie, or trying to get an answer out of her when Y/N's keeping things to herself. Donna respected her privacy too much. But even if that was the case, she hasn't told her the truth about her past as well. Their current case was different.
Both of them met at one of Donna's galleries and she was quite intrigued with Y/N's presence as a whole. Her knowledge of photography had created a connection. Since she was an independent photographer and had been interested in the certain gallery that had been mentioned to her by an acquaintance, she just had to check the place out. Her style contrasted with Donna's, but after all, they had different lines of work. For the majority of that night, both of them enjoyed each other's company and decided to converse outside of their occupations. This meant casual coffee dates in the morning or inviting each other for a meal in their places. A few weeks later, Y/N finally had the guts to ask her out for a date and Donna was rather relieved that she decided to do so after how long they've started talking.
"Hey, Donna." Y/N casually greeted her as she ignored her warning and continued to sit up, resting her back by the headboard.
"We're just going to ignore that fact that I walked into you bleeding in your bedroom wearing this mask?"
"Just like that, huh?" The Amazonian wasn't dumb about what she was trying to address, but all she wanted was to dodge the questions. Her injuries were also distracting her from entertaining the woman's question,
"Like what exactly?" Her question boiled Donna's frustration towards her.
"I don't want to push you into talking but please know that I'm just scared to death of losing you, Y/N." She winced a little when she referred to her first name.
All she received was silence from the injured woman when she tossed the blue bloody fabric by her legs. It was the type of silence that could break both of their guards down. Y/N had no telepathic abilities, but she knew Donna was losing her patience with her. It was holding on to a thread. She had every right to be angry with her. Being a vigilante wasn't any small secret you could keep from anyone, let alone always having the possibility to lose your life. There have been many articles about her business on any platform, some being too concerning but weren't inhumane. Donna couldn't get a hold of herself from this new information and it's been hours since she realized her lover was the masked vigilante who keeps New York as safe as she could, but this reminded her of Garth and how things have ended with him. All those times where she noticed Y/N having bruises or cuts accompanied with white lies weren't helping. Like that time when she showed up late to dinner and a spot on her right cheek was darker than usual.
Everything was making sense.
"Did you patch me?"
"Don't do that. Don't act as if nothing happened and start pushing me away again, please." Donna pleaded. She felt restless at this moment and being left in the dark was the last thing she wanted to be treated.
"And yes I did some of it." She answered her question before she saw Y/N take a deep breath from this.
"Yes, I am the 'masked vigilante'. I've been going for a year or two. I've tried to keep a low profile about it for the longest time. It became... a challenge when you came in. You always could easily tell if there was something wrong with me so I had to learn how to keep things because... I didn't want you to be hurt or be used against me if things go south." Y/N confessed, slightly feeling more relaxed now that she has said it out loud.
Donna deserved the truth.
Her fear was valid and it would be dumb to ignore her point. Y/N cares too much about her that she didn't want to mess things up between them big time so she finally throws her guard away,
"I was going to tell you, Donna. At first, I thought that you'd move on from the common scars and bruises but I was wrong, and here we are." Y/N finished.
"I'm used to getting hurt every night. Sometimes not so much other times I can still walk back and sew myself, but last night wasn't in my mind. This mob that I was checking for weeks saw me coming and decided to attack me last minute. There were thirteen guys, armed with knives and had experienced better than what I usually encounter. I was able to knock them down, but I was too busted so I had to run as fast as I could back here."
Both of them went quiet again but it wasn't as uncomfortable as it was earlier. Donna imagined how her girlfriend described her night and felt too bad that she could've been there to help her, yet she was busy looking out for another group to bust with her work. She feels proud of the heroism she had in her, but that fear still lingered within her.
She couldn't expect her to respond so well to the truth. This was a lot to take in and Y/N being half-dead at the moment was not adding well. Donna felt bad for not telling her about her past sooner and maybe she could've helped her about last night. But even if the woman knew who she was there were many possibilities on how things would go. She shook her head before deciding to stand up from where she sat and carefully sat next to the love of her life by her bed, offering a glass of water to the woman knowing that she might have been thirsty. Y/N accepted it with a little pain following her movement but not that it bothered the hell out of her. She observes as Donna stares at her lap for a bit to collect her scattered thoughts before she decided to say them,
"I... haven't been quite honest with you too." Donna started while looking her in the eye.
"I was part of the Titans five years ago. Things got sour after we lost our friends on a mission and I decided to leave that life behind as well. Remember Dick, Dawn, and Hank? They weren't just ordinary friends of mine. They were a part of it as well and also my family."
"And if you were wondering, I'm Wonder Girl." She added with a nervous chuckle.
Her eyes widened from Donna's confession and couldn't help but leave her mouth slightly agape. Y/N recalled what her vision caught the minute before she passed out and realized what she saw was real. She... as Wonder Girl... raised by Wonder Woman herself and probably met the rest of the Justice League... And are also close friends with the Titans. Now that both of them know each other's second life, they didn't know where to begin with. Y/N's glistened at the memory of the woman's confrontation last night. This reaction had caused Donna's eyebrows to furrow at her as she wait for what she had to say. She couldn't tell what she was reacting to, but doing so wasn't helping her physical state.
"So I guess I wasn't hallucinating when I saw you last night," Y/N noted.
"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry!" The raven-haired apologizes.
"Titans huh?" All the Amazonian could offer was a sheepish smile from her girlfriend's reaction.
"When I thought my girl couldn't get cooler than she already is." From how flustered Y/N had made her, Donna unconsciously slapped her arm lightly and covered her mouth after realizing what she had done.
"I'm already half-dead and this is what I get?" Y/N joked and this made her cling her arm around hers gently, resting her head by her shoulder to hide her embarrassment.
Y/N felt content at the scene of it. She had always loved to see Donna change the color of her skin to cherry tomato when she says something to make her feel the love she had for her. It was always a rare sight to see her be vulnerable. Most of the time Y/N only gets to encounter them when they are on their own and some occasions when she catches Donna off guard about something, usually when she catches her staring. She loved this side of her. Donna Troy was always confident about herself, but catching her embarrassed was something she loved more.
"You know..." Y/N settled down when she heard her begin,
"I don't mind giving a hand when you need an extra," Donna told her. This made the vigilante smile at her offer.
"Maybe when you're only in dire need of assistance." Donna continued as had her signature smile directed at her. A smile with unimaginable worth.
"I thought you were out of that?"
"Oh well as long as I get to hang out with you more and maybe show a few moves, won't be too bad to start small again." The Amazonian's eyes were painted with excitement.
"Sounds like a cool date idea," Y/N smirked.
"But first let's get your body to heal..."
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#donna troy#donna troy x reader#dick grayson#hank hall#dawn granger#titans#teen titans#wonder girl#wonder girl x reader
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winter requests part 2 *cries*
okay so before i have a break down... this is a part 2 of this post because tumblr said “fuck you” and got rid of half of the tags for it (is there a limit i wasn’t aware of??) soo... yeah... sorry. check that other post to see the like...rules or whatever idk
#legends x reader#sara lance x reader#nate heywood x reader#ray palmer x reader#nora darhk x reader#zari tomaz x reader#young justice x reader#artemis crock x reader#kaldur'ahm x reader#dick grayson x reader#wally west x reader#conner kent x reader#m'gann m'orzz x reader#titans x reader#donna troy x reader#kory anders x reader#dawn granger x reader#hank hall x reader#gar logan x reader#rachel roth x reader#great am i missing anyone?#am i done?#who cares i don't wanna keep doing this lol
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