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Pain and Warmth pt.2

🎶 The Midnight- America Online

🎶 The Midnight- Crystalline

🎶 The Midnight- Collateral

🎶 The Midnight- Fire in the Sky

Most definitely 18+

This is a continuation of Pain and Warmth pt.1

Dante Sparda x F reader

Was watching some episode reactions, and one person mentioned that Dante in canon hasn't lost his v-card yet? Well, maybe we can fix that 😏.

Hope yall enjoy this one! I'm trying to step up my game with dialog and scenes.

Sorry this was sooo late! Been dealing with some stuff (not anything serious). In fact I'm expecting some chicken hatching eggs any day now in the mail! Ordered some Crested cream legbars to add to my existing flock so I'll have my hands full for the next few months.

I doubt I'll post anything 18+ for a while, too. Don't worry, though. I'll definitely try to do more headcannons and fluffy stuff!

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You stood over your propane stove eye cooking for you and Dante. The building he was living in didn't have a working kitchen, so you'd brought over the propane stove temporarily. The decent sized pot bubbled as you sturred it one final time. You'd likely have leftovers, so it was a good thing he at least had a fridge.

You hoped he'd like it. After all, he mostly just ate pizza, and you wanted to give him something with more nutrition. Zucchini skillet was something you made every once in a while. Ground turkey, onions, tomato, zucchini, and greenbeans were the base ingredients along with Italian herbs, garlic powder, and a few pinches of chili powder. It was one of those dishes that just got better the next day.

Testing the zucchini for tenderness, you cut the gas and place the lid on the pot. You set two bowls on the counter with utensils, napkins, and salteen crackers.

Keys jingling catch your attention as you grab a bottle of water and beer out of the fridge. The door squeaks as it's opened, and Dante's familiar bootsteps greet your ears.

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Dante sighs as he walks back to his place. The cab driver he'd called could only take him so far. Luckily, it was only a few blocks.

His stomach grumbled. He'd have to call in a pizza. He wondered what you were doing right now. The temptation to call you was strong, but he also didn't want to bother you.

You'd taken some extra hours at work to make up for the days lost to your menstrual cycle. As he rounded the corner, he noticed the lights were on in his place. Maybe it was Enzo. The keys jingle as he unlocks the door, and immediately, the smell of something good cooking catches his nose.

He closed the door behind him and walked to the kitchen, where you stood watching a pot on the counter. "You cooked?."

Turning to him, you smile. "Yep, I figured you could use something a bit more nutritious than pizza." He comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and setting his chin on your shoulder. "What is it?"

"Zucchini skillet. Basically, ground turkey, vegetables, and herbs. Hopefully, you'll like it."

"Thank you, baby! I was actually thinking about calling you to go eat out with me, but this is perfect!" He pulls your hair aside and places a few kisses against your neck, holding a hand against your abdomen. You reach back to hold onto him, letting your nails rake over his scalp.

Suddenly, his stomach let's out an audible growl. With a hand over your mouth, you let out a laugh. Dante puts on a grumpy pout as you grab the two bowls, handing him one. "Let's get you fed before your stomach turns on you."

Ever the gentleman, he lets you get your portion first, and you both sit down on the couch. You take a bite, letting the flavor envelop you. As you chew, you glance at Dante as he puts an entire cracker loaded with the turkey and vegetables into his mouth. He chews for a moment, and his eyes widen looking between you and his bowl.

He finishes chewing and swallows it down in one go pointing to the food in his bowl. "This stuff is amazing, y/n!" You give him a bright smile. "Glad to hear it darlin'." He leans closer for a kiss which you happily give.

In total, you think Dante had four bowls full plus the crackers while you only had two. With the both of you stuffed like Thanksgiving turkeys, you took a much needed nap in eachothers arms.

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About two hours later, you sturr against him. As you nuzzle into his neck, breathing in his lingering aftershave and natural musk, he mumbles something to you. You hum back in question.

"Is your cycle over?"

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"No particular reason."

You straddle him, laying against him and relaxing like you're about to fall asleep again. Your face buried in his neck as he kept his arms resting on the back and arm of the couch. A content smile spreads over his face as he looks up at the ceiling. He feels like he could stay here like this forever and be completely happy.

When he feels your lips on his neck, a small blush tints his cheeks. Your lips featherlight brush against his skin, making him bubble with laughter. "Hey, that tickles! Quit it!"

You can't help but smile against him when you hear his laugh. It's genuine and bright. But while tickling him is fun, it's not what you're really in the mood for now.

You move to his throat and, in one swift motion, lick from between his collar bones to his chin. He lets out a choked gasp, hands flying to your hips in an instinctual reaction. Your hips swivel against him as you pull his head back by his white locks gently.

"Ba-baby? What-what're you... doing?" He stumbles on his words as you attack his neck. You drag one hand down his chest to his stomach and waistband, slipping your fingers under the hem of his shirt. Letting your fingers wander, you can feel the dips in his abs as the muscles quiver at your touch.

Rocking against him again, his grip on your hips tightened. When you lean back to look at him, his teal eyes are surprised, and his face is tinted pink. "Wh-what was that about?"

You give him a lopsided grin. "What do you think, big boy?" Caressing his jaw, you give him a peck on the lips then a longer kiss as his eyes flutter closed. He pushes a hand under your shirt, feeling along your spine with gentle fingers. As you roll your hips again, you brush against the front seam of his jeans, striking a bolt of pleasure through you. He feels the shiver down your spine.

"My turn, baby." You feel his hand on the back of your head, the other on your lower back as he kisses your neck. Your shaky breath brushes against his hair as you tilt your head back for him. His nose brushes your jaw as he places open mouth kisses against your pulse.

You feel his hand on your stomach and dipping down just under your waistband to your abdomen. He brings it back up as he nips your skin, slipping his fingers under your bra to lightly massage your breast. You moan at the sudden relief from your breast that you didn't realize was so sore.

You rock your hips again, and a small sound escapes his throat. He sucks a hicky into the junction of your neck and shoulder, and you pull at his white locks.

His hand in your hair moves back to your hip as he ruts up into you. You feel your core clenching as his hips move against yours. When he pulls away from your neck, you lock eyes. "Damn, if being sexy was a crime, you'd be guilty as charged." You let out a breathy chuckle. Of course, he had to pull a one-liner at a time like this.

"Hey, hold onto me, ok?" You nod wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he stood. He walked back to his bedroom and set you on the edge of his bed. You watch as he takes off his shirt and belt grinning down at you. "Like what you see, baby?"

Grinning back, you cross your legs, setting your chin in your palm. "Very much darlin'. But I think you'd look even better between my thighs."

"Good one! And I think I'll take you up on that since you're offering."

You stand and pull your shirt off, letting him pull off your bra for you. He can't help but hug you from behind again as he leaves sweet kisses along your shoulder. He takes both breasts in his hands, gently massaging them as you lay your head back on his shoulder. "Pretty girl. All for me."

You hook your fingers into his pocket, pulling his hips against your rear. "Hey! Alright, alright, I get it! Heh, just can't wait for me can you baby?"

He kneels and pulls your pants down, admiring your legs and rear. "Turn for me, baby." He brushes his thumbs over your stomach as he holds your sides. You feel his lips against the skin above your panties. His teal eyes stare up at you through white bangs.

His fingers hook into the waistband of your only covering. "May I?" A blush tints your cheeks as you feel yourself growing shy. "Yeah, go ahead." You swallow it down because you know he's safe. He's so sweet and respectful, and you don't want your shyness to stop him.

You allow him to look at you unimpeded. He swallows, eyes dilated, he thinks you're gorgeous. He looks back up at you, kissing your thigh. "Like an angel. My angel." Standing he pulls you in for another passionate kiss, tongues dancing as he lays you back on the bed.

You feel his clothed knee between your legs as he leans over you. His lips kiss across your cheek and down your neck, leaving a few more marks as he continues down. A startled sound leaps from your mouth as you feel his teeth on your breast next to your sternum. He bites down just enough to leave teeth marks in your skin.

He moves down your body, placing kisses, hickeys, and bites all over you. You can feel yourself leaking already with how aroused you are. He kneels on the floor, placing your legs over his shoulders. Lips kiss your inner thighs, and you can feel how hot your face is getting. You reach for the pillow and stuff it under your head so you can look at him without straining your neck.

You let out a breath when he touches your folds with his lightly calloused fingers. He spreads you open, kissing down your thighs and giving you a single fat lick over your flower. The entire time, his teal eyes are locked with yours.

He licks his lips, committing your taste to memory. It's salty but not overly so, and mucusy not like how it's portrayed in fiction. There's also a barely noticeable acidic tinge along with a feint taste of iron left from your cycle. He realizes he likes it a lot.

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You moan out his name when he starts practically devouring you, hands gripping his hair and the sheets under you. His inhumanly strong arms lock around your legs as your muscles involuntarily jolt, tightening your thighs on his head. You can feel his tongue inside you, cleaning your leaking arousal as your core twitches.

Heart racing and chest heaving you try your best to watch him. You let your voice free so he can hear just how much you're enjoying this. Moans and whimpers of his name float into his ears.

"So-so good, AH! Dante!"

You can feel the coil getting tighter as he laps at you and swirls his tongue around your pearl. Back arching, he pushes your hips back down with a growl. The vibration nearly pushing you over the edge.

"Mmh do... do that... again!"

It takes him a second to understand your meaning. Grinning against you, he lets out a downright feral growl. Your thighs tighten like a vice around his head as you explode in his mouth. He greedily drinks from you as your core clenches.

Your body clenches, back arching against the hand on your stomach as he moans and mumbles incoherently against you. He eats you through your high, leaving you twitching and sensitive. That was probably one of the strongest orgasms you've had in a long time. He sits back on his haunches, licking his lips clean as he watches you catch your breath.

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When you let out a sigh, he takes it as a sign that you're recovered enough. He wants to do that again.

This time, he lays on the bed with his head close to the headboard. "Cmon, sit up here for me, baby." He pats the space on either side of his head. As you follow his lead, you notice the glistening slick still on his chin.

Straddling his head, you feel his hands on your thighs. You slowly sit your weight down on him, feeling his lips against you again. He sucks your pearl into his mouth, making your hips jolt as you let out a loud moan.

He closes his eyes, concentrating on you, how you rock against his mouth. He moans into you, clearly enjoying having you like this as he places kisses against your twitching entrance. You can feel your legs starting to shake as you try not to crush him completely.

When he takes in your pearl again, swirling his tongue around it and humming against you, your legs give out. Your core clenches as your hips buck, body tensing in a silent scream. Your knuckles go white on the headboard as your release washes over you.

Dante cleans you once more, trying to get every last drop. Both of you heave in breaths as you try to slow your racing hearts. Legs shaking you slowly lift off of him. His teal eyes look up at yours as he gives you a cocky, satisfied grin. His face is glistening with your slick.

"Let me rest a bit, honey. I definitely don't have your enhanced stamina." He wipes his face with the back of his hand, licking it clean like a cat.

"No worries, baby. And if you're too tired to keep going, we can just go to sleep. I'm down for whatever." You grip his chin, pulling him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips.

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He can feel the aching strain in his jeans as he unbuttoned and unzipped them. That made it a bit better, but not by much. When you pulled away from his lips, you gave him a sweet peck on the nose. "Let's keep going darlin'."

He gives you a peck on the lips before standing to take off the rest of his clothes. When he pops free of his underwear, you bite your lip. He's big but not unmanageable for you. He pulls the sidetable drawer, taking a condom from inside and slipping it on.

"Is it a bad time to mention I'm still a virgin?"

Your eyes widen startled at his sudden admission. "I mean, kinda. You sure you wanna do this with me?"

"Y/n, I love you. There's no one else I'd rather do this with."

Cupping his cheek, you kiss him. The joy and love you have for him pouring out. He settles between your legs, gently rocking his hips as your slick lubricates him. He holds the back of your head, placing his forhead against yours as he slowly presses into you.

You both let out moans as his tip sinks into you. As you look at him, his eyes roll back in pleasure, and he shakily huffs through his lips. He can't help but want more as he pushes a bit farther.

*Holy hell, she's so tight! And so f***ing warm and soft!*

He grips the back of your neck and your hip as he hilts himself in you. You both have to take a moment to adjust to the sensation.

He seems to fill you just right as you wrap your legs around his waist. You feel his hips pull away from yours, his length dragging along your walls. When he plunges back in, starting up a rhythm, you feel your walls fluttering around him.

Your nails grip his shoulders as he picks up the pace, moans and mewls of his name floating into his ears. "Ah! Dante harder!" He grunts, snapping his hips with more force making the bed creak.

He pants in your ear, and you don't think you'll last very long. His hands moved to your back and rear, trying to pull you even closer. "Heh, I'm already so close, baby. Are you?"

You nod into his shoulder. "Squeezing me so tight... trying not to totally rail you right now." He feels your walls clench even tighter at that.

"Please, Dante... do it!"

"I'm not gonna tell you no." He changes your position, hooking his arms under your knees and folding you. "Last chance to back out, baby."

"Pl-please darlin'."

"Alright, whatever you want, baby." He passionately kisses you as he pushes his weight down on you. His hips start moving again, but this time much harder and faster. You let out wails of pleasure as he plunges into you even deeper than before.

"So good for me, baby!"

You wail as the pleasure courses through your body with each thrust. Just a little more, you can feel the coil threatening to snap. Your nails dig into his skin, drawing blood as you hold on for dear life.

"I love you, y/n!" He hilts inside you, snarling as your coil finally snaps. You feel the waves of pleasure run through your nerves as your body tenses. Heat spills inside you as he gives short firm thrusts through his release.

You both gulp in air for a few moments as you feel each other twitching in aftershocks. He drops your legs back to the mattress and collapses atop you, all sweaty and hot.

Sleep hits you like a truck as you attempt to play with his hair. "I... love you too... yawn Dante. "

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As he rests against your chest, he listens to your slowing heartbeat. He wouldn't care if he was here forever. In fact, he'd prefer it to always hunting demons. He was quick to follow your lead, drifting off to a peaceful sleep.

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Late-night summer in the sticks type vibes

Russell Dickerson- Blue Tacoma

Lainey Wilson- Watermelon moonshine

Lainey Wilson- heart like a truck

Kieth urban - Long hot summer

Jason Aldean- That's what tequila does

James Barker band- On the water

Luke Bryan- I don't want this night to end

Megan Moroney- Tennessee Orange

Ella Langley- weren't for the wind

Chris Stapleton- You should probably leave

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Me everytime a reader has glasses in the story: Legally blind reader!! Let's gooo!!!

Yeah, I have glasses too, but I'm near sighted. And I'm not too severe yet.

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Fr though I'm still working on it😭.

It's going SLOW yall!

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Hii!! I really enjoyed your reboot dante writing so far!!! Think you captured him perfectly :3

May i request sum headcanons for a reader that got summoned/reincarnated into their universe and basically pops out of thin air in dantes apartment shortly before shit hits the fan? Maybe they even got hybrid powers too, its a super fun idea to think about :D

If its not up your alley then just ignore this ask! Take care nd have a lovely day <3

I actually just posted some headcannons. If they aren't what you're looking for, just send me another ask!😁

Headcannons

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Dante x reader headcannons

18+ MDNI

Sorry ya'll, I'm still working on Pain and Warmth pt.2. I figured yall could use some headcannons in the meantime. Some wholesome and spicy.

Link to Pt.1

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Sweet

He can't ever say no to your puppy dog eyes when you ask him to buy you something just as long as he can afford it. But if you aren't wanting for much and you mention something you thought about getting off-hand, he'll definitely get it for you even if he has to save up for it.

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You definitely have competitions to see who can say the most one-liners before the other can't think of any more. You compliment each other for especially good ones.

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Dante, ever the romantic, has definitely picked you a bouquet of wildflowers at least once. Maybe you're allergic or maybe not, but either way, you think it's sweet of him.

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If he wants to do something for you (aside from cooking cause that didn't go well), you had better let him do it! He won't take no for an answer unless you give him good reason not to.

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If you're ever under the weather, he'll wait on you, hand and foot. He's never really been sick, so just seeing you out of commission with a cold or stomach bug, and he wants to make certain you'll survive it. He's basically immortal, so he doesn't want you going into any afterlife before your time.

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He loves your food. And even though he still eats a lot of pizza, if you plan on cooking, he won't even think of ordering any pizza. He also makes sure to ask you whether you plan on cooking or not.

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While most people see Dante as an ignorant playboy or jock you know just how nerdy he can be. He's pretty well read, and while he mostly flips through magazines, you've seen him with a few novels in hand around his place. He's even gone to the library with you on occasion. The first time you saw him with an actual book, he smiled. "People really shouldn't let someone's looks fool them."

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Spice

Dante definitely has a thing for short girls. He's 6'3". That's a whole inch taller than Ghost from COD. If you're any shorter than his chin, he'll definitely tease you about it. But it also means you get to use him as a ladder to reach stuff. He doesn't really complain, especially when your thighs are squeezing his head as you dust the top of the shelves.

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He loves making you squirm and writhe for him in bed. To him, it's all about you. He sometimes actually forgets that he can have pleasure as well, but you're good about reminding him.😏

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He's definitely one to mark you on purpose. Hickeys or bites on your neck, chest, and thighs are his preferred spots, but he has left some on your back and abdomen in the past.

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He prefers the missionary position because he can see your reactions easier, and he loves it when you wrap yourself around him. Nails digging into his back and teeth in his shoulder as you move your hips with his.

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One time, you stole his coat while he was taking a nap at his desk and put it on over a brand new pair of lingerie. You found red with black lace that matched his coat and immediately bought it. After letting him sleep a while longer, you woke him wrapping your arms around his neck from behind his chair. He almost immediately looked to the coat rack behind him and realized it wasn't there. "Is my coat in the wash?"

"No..." he spots the red sleeves on your arms as you run your hands over his chest. "Hey! Wha'cha wearing my coat for?" You stand, and he spins the chair to face you. It's wrapped around you, so he can't see what's underneath. Moving between his spread legs, you let it fall open. His jaw practically hit the floor at the sight of you. "Holy...Wow! You look gorgeous in my colors, baby!"

It's safe to say he enjoyed getting you out of that lingerie just as much.😏

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Pain and Warmth pt.1

🎶 The Midnight- Vampires

🎶 Deftones- Beauty School (slowed + reverb)

Dante Sparda x F reader

Warnings: mentions of blood, details of menstrual cycle, medication usage, L-word

Link to Dante x F reader Headcannons

16+

18+ if you squint

I finished the entire first season in 2 days, yall! I also get that it's not lore accurate in some aspects, but it's not really supposed to be. It's the director and wrighters interpretation. While I personally have never played the games, I did watch someone play a few years ago, along with watching the other anime adaptation (which I love dearly). Hopefully, I did this adaptation justice in this fic.

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As you walked to Dantes, place your cramps were getting serious. You'd have to take some ibuprofen when you got there. You huffed and puffed, trying to breathe through the pain as you finally made it to his doorstep.

You knock without much effort before just opening the door to let yourself in. You force out his name and hear his snoring stop with a snort.

As you pass the threshold into the room, he greets you. "Hey y/n! How's it going..." He trails off when he sees you. You're a bit unsteady on your feet, still panting with droopy eyes and your glasses slipping down your nose.

You cross the room to his side before he gets up, and you set your bag on the desk, pulling out your medicine bag. Taking an ibuprofen from the bottle, you pop it in your mouth and steal his soda from the desk to swallow it down. "Hey, that's my soda!"

"You give him a glare he's never seen on you before that shuts him up." He puts his hands up as he props his feet on the desk behind you again. You look at him analyzing something which he tilts his head at. "What is it?"

Suddenly, you're sitting in his lap, and he freezes as you lay against his chest. "What the hell are you doing!?"

"Ibuprofen won't work right away. Need warmth to stem the pain." Your shortened phrasing gives tell of the level of pain you're in. Suddenly, you grab his hand and slip it into the top of your pants, laying it over your abdomen. You sigh when the heat soakes into your skin.

He blushes, looking anywhere but at you. This is all so sudden! Are you in so much pain that you don't even care that it's HIM you're sitting on with HIS hand pressed against your bare skin!? He's freaking out internally. But suddenly, there's a scent in his nose. It's unmistakable yet tinged with something unfamiliar.

"You're bleeding... why are you bleeding!?"

You hiss and growl at him when he jostles you. Giving him an even more intense glare. "Stay still, Dante... or I swear I'll tear you to shreds."

"But why are you bleeding!?"

You sigh, not wanting to keep wasting energy on speaking. "I'm on my menstrual cycle."

"Ok, yeah, I forgot about that. But why do I smell so much?"

"I'm a heavy bleeder. It's normal for me."

"Shouldn't you get checked out for that, though? That doesn't seem normal to me."

"I'll schedule an appointment soon. Quit talking, I need sleep."

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By the time you've fallen asleep, Dante is bored out of his mind. He's already counted the cracks in the walls when there's a nock on the door. Enzo comes waltzing in.

"Hey Dante, I've got a..." Dante puts his finger to his lips with wide eyes frantically shushing him. Enzo spots you in his lap and gives Dante a knowing grin.

Dante mouths to him. "It's not like that, dude! She just jumped me!" He tries to free his other hand, but you grab hold of it, keeping it against your skin. A wave of pain hits you and you hiss. Opening your eyes, you look over at Enzo.

"Enzo my bag, please." He rounds the desk, handing you your bag, which you rummage through for another pill. "Soda." He holds it out for you, and you swallow the pill with another sip.

"Thank you, Enzo. Can you do me another favor, please?"

"Oh sure! What do ya need?"

"Call in a Subnautica Subs order for me. Italian bread with lettuce, spinach, provolone, ham, and mayo. You want anything, Dante?"

"Uh yeah, just get me the meat lover's sub."

"Dante can call you later about the job."

"How did you...?"

"Figured that's why you're here. That's usually why."

"Fair enough. See you two lovebirds later!"

You growl, but don't bother wasting your energy in retort. Dante yells after him. "I told you it's not like that!" The door clicks shut behind him.

You let out a groan, bringing his attention back to you. "I need to get up to use the restroom, but I don't wanna." He can hear the pout in your voice, and he lets a chuckle slip.

"You want me to carry you there?

"Please do." The slight bags under your eyes tell him just how drained you are as he frees his hand to scoop you up. You grab your bag on the way by.

He lets you down at the door, and you let out another uncomfortable sound, screwing your face up in a grimace.

"What is it?"

"The floodgates opened, so to speak."

He grimaced, too. "I'll wait out here for you."

"Ok, thanks, Dante."

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He pushes off the wall when you finally open the door. "Took a while. You ok?"

"Yeah, I had a lot of blood to clean up." As you walk past, the strong scent hits his nose along with your attempt to cover it with air freshener.

A nock on the door catches your attention. You're about to go answer it when Dante joggs past you. "Go sit down. I'll get it." You huff but a small smile cracks through your pained/irritated expression. The delivery guy hands him a bag from the restaurant. Dante hands him a few dollars and closes the door.

When he walks back into the room, he cracks a grin at you sitting in his chair. "Stealing my spot now, huh?"

"Hey, you just said to sit. You didn't specify where."

"Fair enoug.h. Here's yours." He sits against the desk beside you as he unwraps his sub, taking a bite. "Dat ibuwpofin wokin?"

You snort. "Yeah, I'm feeling a bit better now. And don't take such big bites you'll choke on it."

By the time he's finished with his, you're only halfway through yours. "Ya'know you're a real slow eater."

"Yes, I know. I prefer to savor the flavor than scarf it all down at once." You give him a pointed look. "You made a mess of yourself too." You stand boxing him in between you and the desk. "Hold still." You grip his jaw and, with your other hand, wipe the sauce from his mouth licking your thumb clean, and he glanced away.

Dante watches you put your wrapped up sub in the mini fridge. Totally not eyeing your rear before you turn back to him. He sits back in his chair, watching your fingers work circles into the skin of your lower back as your shirt rides up.

You move back over to him, and he thinks you're gonna sit across his lap like before. Instead, you straddle him. "Woah, woah, woah, what are you doing!?"

"Sittin' in your lap again."

"You-you shouldn't be straddling me!"

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you nuzzle into him. His muscles tense under you as he bites his lip, your body pressing into his. The heat from his lower stomach seeps into your abdomen.

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For a while, he just sits there holding his hands up awkwardly, not wanting to touch you without permission. Your voice muffled in his neck, startles him. "You can touch me, ya'know."

"Heh... I didn't want to assume." He gently lays his hands on your back.

As the time ticks by slowly, his hands start to rub circles into your back. When he adds more pressure, you practically melt into him. "A bit lower, please." He does as asked, remembering where you had massaged yourself earlier.

You let out a quiet gasp, gripping the back of his coat collar.

His hands freeze. "You ok?"

"I'm fine, keep going."

Pressing his fingers into your skin again, gently moving in circles. He sets his chin on your shoulder, letting his eyes close as he listens to your breathing.

The little pain left slowly seeps away as his fingers work across your muscles. You hold in any sounds that try to escape as you relax in his embrace.

This is probably the safest place in the world. The halfbreed demon hunter being one of the few things on earth capable of mass destruction should he choose it. And he's got you wrapped up in those demon killing arms with hands that can break bone being used to gently ease the pain in your back.

A wave of arousal washes over you. Those dang hormones surging through your body as you expel your uterine lining. You bite your lip as your mind races. What would it feel like to kiss him? Or have him kiss up your neck, leaving marks in his wake?

What if you kissed his neck right now? Would he be ok with it, or would he hate you for it?

Maybe you could just start slow? Just nuzzle under his chin.

You do just that, taking off your glasses and placing them on the desk behind you. You hook your nose under his jaw, closing your eyes as your breath tickles his neck.

His breath hitches in his throat at the feeling of your breath on his skin. You pull back just enough for him to see your eyes. They're lidded and glazed over with a familiar look. He turns bright red swallowing hard.

You trail your hands down to his chest, giving him a peck on the cheek. "Getting bashful on me darlin'?" He gives you a nervous grin. Leaning back down, you place a gentle kiss on his neck.

You feel his hands slip down to your hips, and his thumbs press into the sides of your abdomen, making you wince. "Easy big boy, I'm still sore." Suddenly, he moves a hand to your face, making you look at him. In a flash, his lips are on yours. You're stunned for a moment before your eyes slip closed, and you grip the hair at the back of his head.

Your heart races in your chest. You can't believe this is actually happening! The seconds go by before he pulls away, both of you panting for breath. He gives you a calculating look before his lips press into your neck, one hand on the back of your head and the other pushing beneath your shirt. You feel the fabric of his gloves scratch against you.

A small sound escapes your throat as his mouth moves across your skin. Tilting your head back for him, you pull his white locks. He sucks on your pulse, likely to leave a mark. Your back arching into him as a moan bubbles up from your throat. His hands move to your thighs, and he picks you up, making you yelp.

"Wh-what are you doing, Dante?"

"Taking you to bed so you can rest some more. Don't worry. We can have a bit more fun before we hit the hay."

This time, you blush. "But I'm still bleeding."

"We aren't gonna do that. Not that I wouldn't be down for it either way..."

You blush like a tomato. Normally, guys gag at the thought of messing around when a woman's on her period. Then again, Dante's used to blood so it wouldn't bother him as much.

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He closes the door behind you with his boot and lays you down gently on the bed with your head on the pillow. "Just relax and let me do all the work." You give him a nod. "Good girl." He pulls off his gloves with his teeth and slips the grey Henley over his head.

As he settles in, pushing his face into your neck, you run your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp. A pleasured groan rumbles in his throat. You feel his tongue slide across your throat, making you gasp.

His hand gently caresses over your stomach, leaving a tingling sensation in his wake. You feel his hand slip under your wasteband and around to your lower back. His fingertips press into your muscles, gently moving in circles to ease their tension. You let out a pleasured sigh, arching your back a bit.

He shifts his weight so his other hand can slip behind your upper back beneath your shirt. You feel your bra pop open, releasing tension in your back and shoulders. You let a content purr escape your lips.

"I bet that feels better, doesn't it?" His voice a low rumble in your ear makes a shiver run up your spine. He can feel the muscles twitch under his fingertips. "Good, that's all I want right, now baby." He presses featherlight kisses all across your neck and lips before moving to your stomach.

More light kisses press into your skin as you relax and enjoy his touch. His teal eyes lock with yours as he pulls down your waistband just to the top of your pubic hair. With his thumbs, he gently presses into your abdomen. "Tell me where it's most tender." He moves his thumbs inward towards the center of your abdomen.

When they graze over your ovaries and uterus, you feel a twinge of pain. "Right there, huh? Alright, I'll be gentle. Tell me if it hurts." He presses in and moves in circles only to stop when you tet out a hiss in pain. "Too much?" You mumble to him. "Ok, I won't do that again. You're just way too sore there, baby."

You sit up and move to the side of the bed. "What are you doing?"

"Taking these pants off. The waistband is putting pressure on my abdomen. I also gotta take off this bra."

"Thought you were leaving for a second."

"Not after that massage you gave me."

He pouts with a hand over his heart. "Is that all I am to you!?"

Shucking off your pants, you scoot closer to him. With a hand on his jaw, you place your forehead against his. When you lock eyes with him, you smile. "I love you, Dante." His eyes widen, mouth agape.

"You-you love me?"

"Yes, honey, I love you."

He lets out a breathy chuckle of disbelief as he processes the revelation. His cocky facade cracking as overwhelming emotions burst forth. Tears glint in his eyes as he gives you the happiest smile you've ever seen on him, holding your face in his hands.

"I-I love you too! You're the best thing that's ever happened to me!" Tears of your own drip down your cheeks as you pepper his face with kisses. You lock lips again in a kiss full of emotion and genuine love for each other.

When you pull away to breathe, he hugs you tight, and you slip your arms around him in turn. He lets go sliding one hand down your arm to hold yours while the other wipes away his tears. You both sniffle, and you can't help the yawn that overtakes you.

"Getting sleepy again?" You nod and turn your attention back to the bra you need to remove. Dante watches as you pull it from your shirt like a magic trick. "You gotta show me how you do that trick with your bra sometime."

You roll your eyes. Always so romantic. A chuckle tumbles from your mouth. He grins and lays down on the bed. "Here lay down on me, I'll massage you some more."

"I don't want to leak on you, though. Or the sheets."

"In my line of work, I get blood on stuff all the time. Trust me, it's not that big a deal if it does happen. Im practically an expert at cleaning bloodtains at this point." His reassurance soothes your worries, and you straddle him again, laying against him with your hands on his bare chest and your ear over his heart.

You notice right away that it's beating a bit fast, he's nervous. His hands land on your back, and he pulls up your shirt to reach your skin. The firm circle motion of his fingers, making your muscles relax against him. Sleep begins to weigh your eyelids down as the soothing and strong beating of his heart lulls you to sleep.

Within minutes, your breathing slows, and you're completely relaxed against him. He pulls the blanket over the both of you as he begins to feel sleepy himself. "I'm the luckiest man on Earth to have a woman like you."

With his arms wrapped protectively around you, his eyes slip closed, and for the first time in a while, he has a great night's sleep.

[randofics]

Thank you @wetsockwizard and everyone who got me to 500 reblogs!

Being able to reach where the bots can't

The men on base couldn't pull something out of Optimus's engine block. It was deep inside, wedged in the cables and framework. Without thinking, you offered to try removing it. They stepped aside, and you slipped underneath Optimus's bumper. The men watched incredulously as your body disappeared inside the engine space. You wriggled between the frame and the giant engine with a small light clenched in your teeth.

Your body pressed into the warm metal around you as you searched. When you spotted the offending piece of debris. You ever so gently twisted and coaxed it out of where it had been wedged. You felt him shake around you when it popped free. Dropping it to the concrete below with a clang, you wriggled your way out. Your clothes and hands had stripes of smudged grease and other remnants of vehicle fluids all over.

You popped your back after you slid out from under him and patted his hood. "Good to go, Optimus."

He'd never admit it, but having you pressed against the inside of his engine space felt... well, it made him feel things, to say the least. He thanked you, of course. It was the gentlemanly thing to do, but the thoughts running through his processor would've made him blush if he were able to.

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Crosshairs could feel that something was off as he moved. Almost like when humans get a stitch or muscle cramp. You noticed him moving to try and free whatever may be stuck or out of place. "Hey, Cross you, alright?" He looked up as he was feeling under his chest panels. "Something feels off, but I can't tell what or where it is."

"Can you transform? Maybe I can find it." He did as asked, transforming. "Where can you feel it in this form?"

"My engine space as far as I can tell." He pops his hood, and with a small flashlight, you look over parts of his engine block that are visible but can't see anything out of place. You lean over the side, looking between the frame and block. Something blue catches your eye, and you bend over, slipping your hand into the small gap. You feel Something wet and remove your arm to look at your fingers. Drops of blue enerjon color your skin and you hiss. "Looks like something cut one of your cables. Not all the way through, but you are leaking some enerjon. I can help stop the bleeding with some electrical tape if you want?"

"Please do. It can take a while for cables to seal on their own." You grabbed the electrical tape and practically climbed into his engine to reach the cable deep inside. Your chest and face were pressed into his engine so you could reach. As gently as you could, you wrapped up the leaking cable. Pushing up into a sitting position on your knees, you breathed a sigh of relief. "Just come get me when it feels like it's sealed up."

You closed his hood and walked back to do whatever you'd been doing beforehand. He watched your hips sway as you left. The feeling of your hands on his cables and block lingered long after you left, and he couldn't help the shiver that ran down his back strut.

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Bumblebee could've sworn he felt something in his undercarriage as he was driving with you to run an errand. When he ran over a bump, it stuck him like a thorn. He spoke his concerns over the radio, and you offered to take a look when you got back to base.

Later, you had him drive up onto a pair of car ramps. With his undercarriage exposed, you slid underneath him to search for anything that could be problematic. Nothing in his front half stuck out to you, so you slid further back, and almost at his rear axel, you spotted something shiny and out of place. It was lodged in the crack around his gas tank. "Bee, I found it! I'll try to pull it free, but you can't move, ok?" A beep and wirr was all you got in response, so you took it as an ok.

Lightly, you touch the underside of his tank, and he shakes at the contact. Your other hand grips the edge of the metal object and gives it a light tug. It shifts a bit but doesn't pop free. With more force, you tug and wiggle the piece, and it pops free. Bee jumps an inch but stays on the ramps, and you slide out from under him. A deep male voice from an old show speaks over his radio. "Thank you, love, you're a life saver!"

You give him a pat on the hood and examine the metal in your hand. "Looks like a piece of tin roofing. Good thing it didn't cut any cables or your tires."

The feeling of your hands on his undercarriage stayed for a while after you left. He wondered what it would be like to have you wash him by hand rather than going through the wash station at the base.

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Ratchet lost an important piece of the machine he was working on in a crack just small enough that his didgets couldn't slip through. He would've had Arcee help him, but she was still out on patrol. He looked over to you, sleeping on the couch. You were the only human on base at the moment, and he really needed that piece. Reluctantly, he walked over to the raised platform and called your name a few times.

You stirred and turned over to sleepily look at him. "Mmh, I'm up. What is it?" You stretch and yawn while still laying down. "I apologize for waking you, but I need your assistance with something." Standing you rub your eyes to clear them. He takes you in his servos and places you on the floor before the gap in the wall. Looking up at him questioningly, he finally tells you what's going on.

With him shining a light into the gap, you slip through all the way till your wide hips stop you from going further. The piece is thankfully within reach, and you just have to angle yourself to grab it. Your rear stuck out in full view, and he tried looking away, but his gaze kept slipping back to you as you reached for the object.

When you stood up holding the object in hand, he picked you up and placed you on the platform again. He thanked you but couldn't look you in the eye. You smiled up at him, none the wiser of the thoughts running through his processor.

[randofics]

Today was my birthday!

I'm a year older than I was!😆

[randofics]

If I was in Transformers (headcannons)

(Transformers Bayverse & Prime)

I'm sorry, but I'd be terrified, ok! I already have anxiety, and I'm in pretty bad shape, ain't no way I could outrun a decepticon. Also, I'm too soft, just gonna say it here. I fear failure, and I'm uptight.

I'd definitely helicopter mom Miko. Like she gets into so much trouble for no reason other than spite or being overly curious.

I'd probably be besties with Jack's mom cause I prefer older company. I was always one to become friends with my teachers.

I'd also probably be good friends with Jack and Raf.

I'd probably get along quite well with Rachet as I'm quiet and keep to myself unless an interesting topic comes up in conversation. It'd be nice to just hang with him and not even say anything, just minding our business.

Arcee would be cool to hang with, too. I'm sure she'd be grateful to have another girl in the group.

I think I'd be awkward around Optimus until I got to know him and his mannerisms better. I'd probably be stuck calling him sir or Mr.Prime because I have a habit of calling my piers/teachers by respectful titles.

I'd also probably do that for some of the Bayverse team. (Crosshairs might not get that treatment depending on how respectful he is towards me). Respect for me is give and take. I won't give respect if you aren't respectful from the get-go.

I'm definitely a stickler for rules, but if a rule is stupid, I won't follow it.

JAZZ TONE DOWN THE CURSING!!!

IRONHIDE! USE PROPER GUN SAFETY!!!

CROSSHAIRS! QUIT BEING A JERK!!!

Optimus you're lovely sir!

Rachet, you're also lovely!

Bumblebee, I love you, darlin, but please quit cussing so bad.

Animals slip into the base? I got you! (I just pick them up and take them back outside all the while spewing animal facts).

I definitely introduce the bots to stuff and wright down their thoughts on things.

Family first! If any of my close family is so much as whispered by the enemy, I'm out. I'm not putting them at risk for anyone actively at war.

The soldiers and staff on base call me the chicken lady because I rave about my birds all the time. I also sell fresh eggs and vegetables/herbs on base to the chef and others that ask me. Friends get a discount.

People often mistake my resting face for an upset or angry one. So the first few times the bots catch me with it, they're worried that the stress of my involvement with them is making me upset. "Nah, I'm fine it's just my resting face. I get that a lot."

Op- "You're very well versed in many topics randofics. I'm quite impressed." Me- "I could give lectures on some of the stuff I've learned over the years!" (Op's inner data clerk is very intrigued)

[randofics]

✨Prompt List✨

Hello my darling readers! I’ve decided to do a prompt list/writing challenge for myself with your help! Choose any of these 50 prompts (or leave one of your own), mix and match, and comment or leave an ask in my ask box! It can be any of these listed characters below. I will write NSFW 18+, but it depends on the content requested. I tend to write Fem!reader, but I can always substitute! Please don’t be afraid to reach out with your requests!

Disclaimer: I literally compiled this from many different Pinterest lists that I liked so most of them are from other lists that I went “ohhh that’s nice, I like that” and added to this one. Credit to those out there on the internet and their genius ideas.

💕Characters💕

The walking Dead

- Daryl Dixon

Teen Wolf

- Scott McCall

- Liam Dunbar

- Theo Raeken

- Stiles Stilinski

Marvel

- Bucky Barnes

- Loki Laufeyson

- Thor Odinson

- Steve Rogers

- Peter Parker (Tom or Andrew)

Vampire Diaries

- Elijah Mikaelson

- Damon Salvatore

- Kai Parker

Supernatural

- Dean Winchester

- Sam Winchester

- Castiel

👀 Tropes👀

Dads best friend

Enemies to lovers

Hurt/comfort

One bed

Fake dating

Bodyguard

Grumpy/sunshine

Secret dating

In love with the enemy

Forced proximity

Near death/injured

Soulmates

Age gap

Second chance

Love triangle

Stalker

Serial killer

Blackmail

One night stand

Marriage pact

Pen pals

🫶🏻Prompts 🫶🏻

“You think I’m going to leave you here?”

“You don’t deserve this… me.”

“You look pretty like this.”

“That’s my fucking Wife!”

“You really don’t know how much I love you?”

“ I like her. Like, really like her. But… she scares me a little.”

“Who made you the leader?”

“Im not pissed, this is just my face.”

“This thing we’ve got going on, it’s so much more than it ever used to be.”

“Why am I always your second option?”

“Get away! You’re hurting them!”

“Why wouldn’t I save you?”

“Stop biting that fucking lip!”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Do you ever mean the things you say?”

“What are we?” “I… I’m not sure.”

“I’ll feel so much better if you let me walk you home.”

“It is my duty to take care of you, so stop forcing me away.”

“Why can’t you see what’s right in front of you?”

“Shh. Stop fussing, I’m braiding your hair.”

“Don’t be silly. I want to stay up with you.”

“Your bedhead is really cute.”

“Stop acting like you’re in love with me. I might actually start believing it.”

“You feel it too, don’t you?”

“Your parents/friends hate me. You do know that right?”

“My Ex won’t leave me alone, okay? I’m in desperate need of a diversion.”

“You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”

“I just want to be yours.”

“Nothing will take me from you.”

“When you love something, you protect it.”

“Can’t you go just five minutes without messing something up?”

“Dance with me?”

“Don’t… Don’t leave. Please.”

“I don’t know you anymore.”

“Can you keep holding my hand?”

“I think you’d look cuter with me.”

“I see the way you look at them.”

“I can be good, just give me another chance.”

“Do I make you nervous?”

“Me? As in…me?”

“You chose her.”

“How is it fair that when you protect people, you’re the hero, but when I protect people, I’m the monster?"

“I paid the price no one else was willing to pay.”

“Of all the people I had to be stuck in an elevator with, it had to be you.”

“Why is there a magic portal in the bathroom?”

“I dare you to kiss them.”

“Oh, you’re still alive?”

“I love you.” “That’s a bad life decision.”

“Please be quiet. I can’t even hear myself losing the will to live.”

“Interrupt my reading one more time, and this book will become a lethal weapon.”

[randofics]

🎉Happy new year🎉

[randofics]

Thank you to everyone who got me to 10000 likes!

[randofics]

Just passed Pilots Knob northwest of Winston Salem. I'm going to Granny's for Thanksgiving!

Got about 4-5 hours of the drive left.

[randofics]

Oddly specific relationship dynamics

Tony stark type + redneck type

Bruce wayne type + shy/nerdy type

Shy/nerdy type + dangerous brooding type

Tomboy + shy/nerdy type

Ambivert (except when topic of interest comes up) + Brooding (secretly loves hearing them rant)

Personal Bodyguard + sweet/bimbo type

Loner/introvert type + golden retriever/geek type

Villian ( Dr. Doofenshmirtz or Megamind) type + Lois lane journalist type (the villian constantly uses them as bait)

Grumpy type + brash/flirty type (bonus if grumpy is significantly taller)

Anti-hero type (touchstarved & protective of SO) + shy librarian type (doesn't know about secret identity and is split between loving SO or anti-hero)

AI (self-aware) + AI technician or "master" (Joker Moreau mixed with Commander Shepherd from Mass Effect)

Deer in the headlights alien type + "predatory" human

Cold emotionless mercenary type + innocent civilian type (runs into merc before they set up to kill)

Gruff military type + shy/studious type (absolutely loves ranting about their pets & their favorite breeds)

Sly/catty type (fancy cloths & luxury cars) + Messy country type (bootcut jeans & muddy tires) (bonus if they try eachothers styles)

Guard dog type + strong/stoic type (guard dog feels they need to protect stoic after stoic saved them even though stoic can clearly protect them self)

Guard dog type + nerdy/geek type (bonus if guard dog flirts with nerdy or vice versa)

Protective exotics owner (has public zoo or aviary) + Diligent staff (deeply respects owners' pride and high care standards for their animals)

[randofics]

If Nicolas Hoult wants a Batman role, why not just do Batman Beyond. I've always thought he'd be perfect for the role! Just red this article, btw.

The studio that did the Spiderman into the spiderverse movies had pitched an animated Batman Beyond movie, but Nicolas Holt would be perfect in a live action!.

[randofics]

Loosely based on (Batman- Future state)

🎶 Alice In Chains - Nutshell (slowed+reverb)

🎶 Yeah Yeah Yeah's - Heads Will Roll (A-Track remix) (slowed+reverb)

🎶 David Guetta ft. Flo Rida & Niki Minaj - Where them Girls at (slowed+reverb)

🎶 Justin Bieber ft. Niki Minaj - Beauty and The Beat (slowed+reverb)

🎶 Three Days Grace - Last To Know (slowed+reverb)

🎶 Chase Atlantic - Right Here

Disclaimer UNDER CONSTRUCTION!!!

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Bruce stretched as he got off his couch. Joints popping and creaking as he moved. The small apartment was mostly dark aside from the sunlight peaking in through the blackout curtains.

He turned on the coffee machine before going to change clothes. Slipping out of his wife beater and pulling on a plain black tee with his charcoal grey jeans.

He turns on the TV to watch the news as he drinks his coffee.

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You rub your eyes. Still tired from your late night at work as you go out back to feed your chickens. Most of the small yard is taken up by the large dog kennel. The small four bird coop takes up the space next to the steps. Your girls happily chatter as you toss them salad scraps and four handfuls of pellets.

Checking the nestbox for eggs, you pluck a single blue one from the nest. "Thank you, girls!" Their tails waggle in contentment as they continue eating. Stepping back inside, you place the egg in the basket on your kitchen counter.

With your girls handled for the day, you get ready to go grocery shopping. Before you step out the door, you grab your purse and keys along with your grocery list. You walk down the steps glancing over the list and not really paying attention to your surroundings when you run into something. Your foot lands at an awkward angle, making you fall backwards.

As you brace for impact, you feel hands on you catching you. "You alright, ma'am?" A man's gravely voice greets your ears, and you open your eyes. It's your next-door neighbor who you've only seen a handful of times since he moved in. You hadn't even really seen his face yet.

He's a whole lot better looking than you thought he'd be. Your heart beats faster in your chest as you look him in the eyes. "Ma'am?"

A bright blush washes over your face as you snap back to reality. "I'm SO sorry, sir. I-I wasn't paying attention. And-and I was looking at my grocery list and-."

"Hey, it's fine. I know it was an accident." He helps steady you on your feet, crouching down to pick up your notepad.

"Thank you, sir."

"Please, call me Bruce."

"Tha-thank you, Bruce." You nervously hold the notepad in front of your face, only leaving your eyes visible. You can't seem to keep eye contact with him either. Your mind goes into a flurry.

He's so tall and well built. He's intimidating!

"You said you were going to the grocery store. I'm heading that way if you want to walk with me?"

"Su-sure."

He starts walking, and you trail behind. The both of you staying silent. After a minute, he stops looking back at you. "You don't have to stay behind me." He holds out his arm, both hands in his jacket pockets.

With another bright blush on your face, you gingerly grip his arm, letting him lead you.

The streets surrounding the grocery store were always bustling with foot traffic. It was always safer in the crowds than all alone for you. Still, there was always a threat of muggings and cat-callers.

Even though you were hanging on Bruce's arm, a couple of men whistled after you, throwing vulgar language your way. You didn't notice with your head hanging low that each time Bruce would glare their way, they would either snap their mouth shut or grumble to themselves in distain.

Walking across the street with the crowd, you finally made it to the grocery store. "Thank you, Bruce."

"My pleasure, miss...?"

"OH! I'm so sorry! I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Y/n y/l/n, but you can call me y/n."

"Alright y/n, my errand won't be long. Would you like to walk back with me?"

"Sure, I shouldn't be too long either."

You wave to him as he continues down the sidewalk. Walking inside, you start shopping. Going through your list one aisle at a time till you get to the bottom. Black oil sunflower seeds, mealworms, and raw pumpkin seeds all for your girls.

The mealworms and pumpkin seeds come in small packages, but the sunflower seeds are in a five pound bag that's harder to carry. The girl at the register double bags it with the other two, so it's a bit easier to lift, but with Bruce waiting on you, maybe he would offer to carry it?

Walking out through the automatic doors, you glance around, trying to spot him. He's leaning against a light post with a hardware store bag in hand.

He spots you looking a bit surprised at the bags you're carrying. Five bags in one hand and a single in the other. "You need any help carrying that?"

"Here you can take this bag. The rest is relatively lightweight."

He gets a glance of the label. "You feed birds?"

"Yeah, I have a feeder next to my front landing."

He nods, moving over to the crosswalk with you. The two of you move with the crowd going back down the same way you came.

When you reach the apartments, he leaves the bag next to you on your landing, going back to his own apartment as you bring your groceries inside. You lock the door behind you, taking the bags into the kitchen and putting everything in its place.

Glancing out the back door at your girls who've decided to take a group dustbath, you let out a sigh. Thankfully, you didn't have work tonight, so you could stay home and relax.

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Bruce shucked off his jacket, tossing it onto the couch arm before going into his kitchen and pulling out the leftovers from last night. He re-heated them and once again turned the TV to the news.

He'd be heading out again once it got dark, but for now, food, then his gadgets.

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The hours passed, and the streetlights came on. You went back outside to lock up your birds and once again check for eggs. You took the three fresh eggs inside with you after petting your girls on their perch, and an idea popped into your head.

You took an old egg carton that you'd gotten from a neighbor and put in the freshest eggs from the basket. Taking a sticky note, you wrote a short message to Bruce. You'd give it to him tomorrow.

Taking a shower before bed, you let your mind wander. Usually, you only thought about your birds, work, or mostly TV shows and books you enjoyed, but you found yourself going over your walk with Bruce.

He was quiet, much like yourself, and seemed like a good guy. Those were rare in Gotham, at least from your experience. You wondered why you hardly ever saw him. Maybe he was a recluse or worked late nights like you sometimes did.

Then your mind wandered to not so wholesome places. He was well built from what you could tell, and he had a strong arm. He was much taller than you as well, which was kinda intimidating but also very attractive. Imagining him carrying you with your legs around his waist and him pushing you against the wall or standing with his arm on the doorframe grinning at you.

You blushed as you thought about him kissing your neck as you sat on the kitchen counter. Shaking your head, you finished your shower and got into your pajamas for bed.

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Bruce was having a difficult time concentrating as he was on a stakeout. He just couldn't get you off his mind. He'd seen you on occasion leaving your apartment but had never bothered to say hello.

He'd thought your stuttering was adorable. You seemed intimidated by him, but he could tell that you showed some intrigue towards him as well. When he'd caught you, he thought your blushing face was absolutely gorgeous. Those beautiful bright eyes and your chapped lips from the cold.

Movement below caught his attention as his target pulled up to the curb. Pushing his wandering thoughts aside, he focused on his mission.

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In the late morning, you got started with your day. Feeding your birds, then cooking an egg sandwich for yourself before settling in to watch your favorite show. Before you knew it, it was lunchtime.

The carton of eggs caught your eye, so you decided to wait till after lunch to give it to him. As you were eating again, one of your friends called.

"Hey girl! I know you're supposed to be off work today, so I thought maybe you'd want to go to the club with us tonight? Please? It won't be as fun without you!"

You sigh. "Ok, fine. I'll go as long as yall don't make me drink a bunch like last time. That means NO club games! You hear me, Jennifer?"

You can hear her in the background, making a disappointed sound. "Hear ya loud and clear!"

"Alright, I'll take a taxi to your apartment. What time?" You can hear them discussing amongst themselves.

"We'll text you what we decide, ok?"

"Ok, see ya'll in a little bit!"

The call drops, and you finish your food.

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Bruce is passed out once again on his couch when a nock at the door wakes him. He expected a door to door salesman or a confused delivery driver, but when he opened the door grogily rubbing his eyes, his gaze fell down to you standing on his stoop.

Nervously and with fleeting eye contact, you hold out a carton of eggs.

"What's this for?"

"As a-a, thank you for yesterday. Plus, I have four hens who all produce almost daily, so I have a surplus of eggs that I don't know what to do with and-"

"Thank you, y/n. I am running low on eggs. Meant to get some yesterday, but it slipped my mind"

"Ok, good. I thought you might not have needed any, but I wanted to at least check. I-I'm going out with my friends tonight and was wondering if-if you don't mind...could you lock up my birds for me?"

"Yeah, I suppose so. What time?"

"I'll probably leave before seven, and I usually lock them up around nine."

"Hmm, yeah, I can do that."

"Ok, thanks, you're a life-saver! I probably just woke you up, didn't I? I only just now noticed, sorry!" He's standing in the doorway in a white wife beater with grey sweats.

"Don't worry about it. I needed to get up anyway. Get some lunch..." He trails off.

"Okaaay, well I'll leave you to it then! Seriously, thanks!" He nods, taking the eggs inside and closing the door as you're walking away.

Back in your apartment, you flop onto the couch. At the same time, you get a text from your friends in the group text. "We decided to leave around eight so you can come around seven."

"Ok, I was thinking the same thing. Do any of you girls need eggs?"

"Yeah, if you don't mind bringing a dozen."

"Sure! I'll see yall later!"

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You call a taxi after getting ready for the club. Your striped maxi dress didn't keep you very warm, so you had a hoodie on over it. The ride to your friends apartment was short and uneventful. Last time, the driver had talked your ear off.

One of your friends greeted you at the door. She was much more the fashonista type. Dressed to the nines, all dolled up to get lucky.

"Hey, I'm gonna leave these eggs on the kitchen counter!"

Your friend in the living room piped up. "Ok, thanks!"

You set them down and walked into the living room where they had gathered on the couch. "We're leaving in about an hour, right?"

"Yes. And we haven't forgotten our promise either so don't worry. Oh, Amanda, can you hand me that makeup bag?" She tosses it over, and Jessica catches it. "Let me touch up your makeup y/n."

You scoot over letting her work her magic.

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His target didn't have the information he was looking for, but he did know who might. He just needed to bug him.

To do that, he needed to get up close. Luckily, most nights, he was at a local club, so he just had to get in and back out. Should be easy enough since he's done it so many times.

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You and the girls call a taxi and load up talking excitedly amongst yourselves.

"So what's your plan for tonight, y/n? You pause to think for a moment.

"I guess mostly hanging out with ya'll and keeping an eye on ya. Cause I know at least one of you is getting hammered. I'm not about to let you go off with a stranger either."

"Oh, c'mon y/n you should relax! Maybe take a guy home or something."

"That's not gonna happen if I'm drunk. As a matter of fact, if I've had any drinks at all."

"We know you get paranoid about things like this, but we really want you to have fun with us."

"I'll try my best, but I make no promises!"

"Hey, if it makes you feel any better, we won't have too many drinks. We can stay sober enough to pay attention. Right girls?"

"Yeah!"

You let out a sigh. "Ok, fine, I'll try for yall." They let out excited cheers, hyping each other and you up.

The taxi pulls up outside the club, and you can already hear the loud music from outside. There's a short line up the ramp to the main entrance. The bouncer checks each person's ID before letting them inside.

"Hello, ladies, are you having a good night?" He checks each ID as he speaks with you.

"Yes, sir! We're just gonna get tipsy and have some fun."

"Alright, you ladies, be careful about your drinks. Don't leave them unattended, and if you do, dump it."

"Understood, sir. we'll do that!"

He unhooked the felt rope letting you inside. Walking down the ramp inside, you're immediately immersed in the crowd. The lights flashing different colors with the music.

You push through to the bar in the middle of the building. One of the bartenders comes over to ask you what you'd like. As your friends order, you look out at the crowd. The bar area is elevated a couple of feet, so you get a good view over everyone's heads.

Jennifer hands you your drink. It's just a simple strawberry daqery that tastes like strawberry flavored hand sanitizer. You figure you could have a second one later, but that was your limit tonight.

Still looking out at the crowd, you swear you spot someone familiar but brush it off. You don't doubt people you've met might be here. It's a pretty popular club. You're suddenly dragged from the bar by Jessica as the others head towards an empty booth. When you sit down, you're once again talking amongst yourselves. The music makes it more difficult, though.

Glancing over at the bar, you spot a guy who looks like he'd fit in a mafia movie. Three bodyguards surround him, pushing patrons aside as he goes to order a drink. At the same time, you spot that same familiar face. Bruce comes up beside the men ordering his drink. Strangely, he's wearing glasses. Maybe he normally wore contacts?

His drink comes first. The simple glass of whiskey on ice, sparkling in the lights. As he turns around, he trips, splashing the mafia guys suit. Quickly, he apologizes and grabs some napkins, dabbing the alcohol soaked fabric. The man swats his hands away, and the body guards shove him back.

He once again apologizes and hands one of the men the rest of the napkins before walking away.

"What was that all about?" Trinity yells over the crowd.

"I'm not sure. Um, I'm gonna go to the restroom."

"We'll stay here! Keep an eye on your drink for you!"

Nodding, you stand heading toward the stairs, which also happen to be right next to Bruce. You try to blend in with the other people going down as you pass him, but you feel like he spots you. He's not looking at you when you glance in his direction from the crowd. Still leaning against the pillar.

Pushing through the crowd, you make your way to the bathrooms. The entry to the hallway marked with a neon restroom sign. A single security guard stands next to the entryway, making sure everyone is safe and that the hall doesn't crowd.

Inside the ladies' room, some girls are talking and touching up their makeup while another is hacking in one of the stalls from too much alcohol. You pick a stall and go sit on the toilet to do your business.

"Sharkisha, we told you not to drink that! You already had too much!"

"Sorry!"

"Listen, as soon as you're done puking out, your guts were heading home!"

You shook your head. There was no way you'd ever get that drunk. You preferred to have control of yourself and enough cognitive function to tell right from wrong.

Flushing the toilet, you go to the open sink and wash your hands. Worriedly, you look at the sickly girl in the reflection behind you. She's having a hard time holding her hair up as she wretches again. You sigh and pull the hair tie from your hair, walking over to her.

"Hey honey, you look like you're having some trouble."

"You don't know the half of it, lady."

"Let me pull your hair up for you."

"Thanks."

You gently comb her hair back with your hands and bunch it together into a ponytail, slipping the tie off your wrist into her hair and looping it over once more so it's somewhat tight.

"Is that ok?"

"Yeah, you're a life-saver."

You rub her back in soothing circles for a moment.

"Hey, be careful on your way home, alright. Don't skimp on that taxi ride. I don't want to hear about you on the news."

Weakly, she gives you a nod. And you walk out the door.

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Bruce watches the men as they move to the VIP lounge. His bug recording every word the man says. He'll eventually find the bug on his suit jacket, but by that time, he should have all the information he needs.

Motion out the corner of his eye catches his attention, and he glances over to the people walking down the stairs. His eyes widen slightly in surprise at seeing you. Your hair pulled up like normal, but you're wearing a tight fit short dress with stripes. Your platform heels make you a couple inches taller and excentuate your bare legs.

He shakes his head, focusing back on his mission. You did say you were going to the club tonight with your friends. He thinks he can see them at one of the booths.

His eyes follow you through the crowd as you make your way to the restrooms.

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Making your way out the entry back into the crowd, you're stopped by a man who's clearly drunk. He lightly grips your arm and pulls you aside to the wall. You feel his hands on you as you attempt to push him away. Grubby hands squeeze your rear, and you push them off.

This guy reaks of alcohol as he gets in your face, attempting to kiss you. Using your foot, you push into his abdomen leveraging against the wall. With one hard push of your leg, you shove him back into some people dancing.

They push him back up into a standing position, yelling at him to watch where he's going. He looks angry, and as he's coming back at you with his arm up to take a swing, you hold your arms up to shield yourself, squeezing your eyes shut.

But nothing happens. You crack your eyes open to see another man with his arm on the wall next to your head, his body looming over you as he looks back presumably at your assailant.

When he turns to look at you, your eyes meet his.

"B-Bruce?"

"You alright?"

"Now that you're here... yes." You jump up, wrapping your arms around his neck. You feel one hand on your upper back as he holds you a bit tighter.

After a few seconds, you reluctantly let go.

"Let's get you back to your friends."

"They're up at the bar."

You hold onto his arm as he pushes through the crowd. He escorts you up the stairs but stops.

"I can't stay. I've gotta get back home. But maybe I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Ok. OH, did you lock up my birds?"

"Yeah, and I left the key where you had it."

You suck in a calming breath, trying to steady your nerves. That was one worry off your back, though, so you were grateful.

Stepping up to him, you grip his jacket lapel pulling him down to your level and giving him a peck on the cheek.

"Thank you, Bruce."

He looks a bit stunned for a second but stands straight again, clearing his throat.

"Again, it's not a problem, y/n."

You nod and wave to him as you jog over to the booth.

He jogs down the stairs back into the crowd, heading for the exit.

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As you sit down, you're bombarded with questions from your friends.

"Wasn't that the guy who tripped a little while ago?"

"Who is he!?"

"Are you dating him?"

"What happened?"

You take a long sip of your drink waiting for them to stop.

"He IS the guy who tripped earlier. He's my next-door neighbor. I'm not dating him! And he just saved me from some creep at the restroom entrance."

They exchange a look.

"You're into him aren't you?"

"How are you not trying to date him!?"

"Girl, he's a total catch!"

"You should've kissed him properly!"

"Ok, I don't even know him that well yet! I only really met him just two days ago!"

"Ok, just get to know him better then! Ask him out or something!"

"You make it sound SO easy!" Sarcasm drips from your voice as you give them a deadpan look.

"Hey, we wouldn't suggest it if we didn't think you could!"

You sigh in exasperation. "...maybe."

They giggle excitedly as you wipe your face with your hand.

"That creepy guy really soured my mood. I might just go home."

"That's totally fine. We can all leave cause if you're not having fun, then we aren't either!"

"Yeah, what's so fun about this if you're not with us!?"

"Yall don't have to do that. I've only had one drink, so I can get home just fine."

"No, we insist! Let's just go back to the apartment and watch a movie or something."

"I can't stay too late though cause I need to be home for my birds. And work too."

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The next day, you sleep in a little later than normal. Getting up after lunch, you go out to open the coop door. Your girls make irritated growls as they come out, clearly angry that you were late.

You toss them their feed, scratch, and mealworms, watching as they greedily gobble it up. Checking the nestbox, you find four from yesterday along with one that's still warm to the touch. You gather them in your shirt, taking them inside to put with the others.

The day seems to go by in a flash, and before you know it, it's time for work.

Pulling into the staff parking, one of your coworkers gives you a wave. She's leaving from her shift, getting into her car to head home for the rest of the afternoon.

You're glad you only have a five hour shift this time. You should be home in time to close up your birds.

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Bruce sits at his desk, working on his gadgets. His costume laid out on his bed. The sun set two hours ago, and it won't be long before he heads out on patrol.

A sound outside catches his attention, and he straightens up in his seat, closing his eyes as he tries to figure out what it is.

He hears it again this time a bit louder. It sounds like someone screaming. Quickly, he slips his shoes on and runs out the door, jumping down his stairs to the sidewalk below.

He pauses to hear the sound again. When he hears it, he zeros in on the location down the street. Looking around, he sprints, following the screams for help.

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You sigh as you walk down the sidewalk. You had to park quite far from your apartment because all the close spots were taken.

A couple of guys catch your attention as they come out from an alley ahead. One kicks over a garbage can spilling the trash across the street. You can hear them laughing and can barely make out their conversation, which, for the most part, sounds like foul language.

One of them spots you tapping another on the shoulder and pointing your way. They cross the street ahead of you, and you hold your head down, trying not to look at them. They wait for you to come closer before surrounding you.

You try to pass them, but they laugh and step in your way, holding their arms out to keep you there.

"Please let me through. My animals are waiting for me."

"Psh likely story."

"We just wanna have some fun with you girly."

Sucking in a breath, you let out a blood curdling scream.

They curse, pushing and pulling you into another alley. You let out another scream this time for help. Praying that Bruce is still at his apartment and can somehow hear you.

One attempts to cover your mouth as they search your pockets. You kick and scratch at them, trying to at least wound one of them. Maybe give one a black eye.

When the hand slips down to your chin, you take the chance to bite it. Your teeth sliced into the skin before you yank your head backward, hitting him in the face. Spitting blood from your mouth, the man yowls in pain, letting you go to tend his injuries.

You manage to scream again before another pushes you into the wall. You suddenly feel a hard impact with your cheek as his fist hits your face. Then, one of the others knees you in the stomach, making you crumple to the ground.

Coughing, you let out another more feeble scream. One of the men takes your purse and starts to go through it as you're pulled up by your hair.

"No one's coming to save you b***h."

With one last yell for help, you feel your fight leaving you. The tears start to flow as you're stood up and held to the wall. One of them pulls a switchblade from his pocket, and just before it connects with your skin, a familiar voice catches your ear.

"GET AWAY FROM HER YOU SONS OF B***HES!"

Bruce's voice is vicious as he yells out those words. You feel a bit of relief when you spot him sprinting towards you.

His fist connects with one guy's jaw as the others pull their knives. The guy he hit stumbles back behind the others as he regroups.

You notice Bruce isn't armed in any way. He gets into a fighting stance. With that serious look on his face, you feel like he might know what he's doing. Slowly, the men surround him, and now your confidence wavers. There's no way he can take them all on at once.

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The first lashes out at him, swinging his knife wildly. He clearly has no experience in knife combat. Bruce sidesteps and grabs the guy by the arm, flipping him over his shoulder to the ground. He hits a pressure point, making him drop the knife just as another comes at him.

Ducking, he kicks the knife away, and using his strong legs to leap forward, he grabs the second guy around his waist, smashing him into the opposite wall. He manages to slice through his sleeve and into his shoulder a centimeter as he leaps backward.

The other two attempt to charge him at once. One slice is taken by his forearm as he blocks his face. The other manages to catch his side, but it's only a glancing wound.

He swings around and kicks one of them in the head, the tip of the blade catching on his jeans and twisting the guys hand. The one he'd smashed into the wall comes back for more cutting across his chest.

He grabs the third by the arm, twisting it and making him drop his knife. Then he headbutts the fourth in the chin, teeth flying from his mouth.

With three down for the count, he only has one left. The third guy gets back on his feet and with a last surge of energy charges at him. Bruce dodges him and holds his leg out, tripping the guy. He lands on his face in a heap, knocking himself out cold.

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You let out a shaky breath, taking in the unconscious figures on the ground around Bruce. He looks from them to you, worry forming on his face.

"How bad are you hurt?" You look at him a bit surprised since he has the more grievous wounds. All you have is some bruising.

"I'm more worried about you! They managed to get you a couple of times."

"Nothing I can't handle, I assure you."

"You need to have those wounds cleaned! There's no telling what they've used their knives for!"

He walks up to you as you shake, tilting your head to look at him, he looks into your eyes.

"Your eyes are dilated, and you're coming down from your adrenaline. I suggest we get you home."

"Changing the subject, really?"

"I can stitch myself up. I'm more concerned about you than anything else right now."

"You need stitches."

Suddenly, you're lifted bridal style, and he gives you a glare, letting you know that you'll be doing exactly as he says. You'd probably be a blushing mess if you weren't suddenly so sleepy and a little nauseous.

You fight to keep your eyes open as he carries you down the street. The warmth of his body seeping into your skin makes you even more drousy as your head falls to his shoulder, your eyes finally closing.

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His wounds stung with each step as his muscles tensed under his skin. They pulled and tore just a bit farther open, and more blood dripped out onto his clothes and the concrete.

He walked up to his apartment door, knowing it was still unlocked, and opened it. Closing it behind him with his foot, he laid you down on his couch, propping up your feet to promote better circulation to your heart and brain.

You were in shock, so he had to monitor you till you woke. In the meantime, he needed to stitch himself up. He slipped off his shirt hissing as the drying blood stuck the fabric to his wounds.