#dylan rhodes x reader imagine

[hermionegalathynius]

Found Family (4/?)

So I was pleasantly surprised by the amount of positive reactions this story is getting. I just want to say thank you to everyone who takes the time to like or reblog or comment my work because it means the world to me.

Fandom: Now You See Me

Pairing: Danny Atlas x Reader

Warnings: Some swearing — read at your own discretion.

Part 3

  “Hello New York!” Danny exclaimed, stepping forward and greeting the crowd. They screamed. 

  “Thank you so much! Hey, it’s great to be back! And have you met our newest Horsemen, the May sisters! Y/n and Lula!”

  The audience cheered louder and you and Lula waved, bright smiles on both your faces. Danny grinned back at you with a wink. 

  “Feels good right?”

  You nodded, “Yep.”

  “Pretty good,” Lula said, walking across the stage, “Pretty good.”

  Danny turned back to the audience and started to calm them, “Thank you, thank you.”

  The cheering quietened.

  “Um, okay. We want to talk to you about your privacy. What does your privacy mean to you?”

  “Because apparently to Owen Case, it means absolutely nothing,” Merritt continued.

  The audience looked around nervously. Your smile widened as you moved to stand next to Danny.

  “No actually, Merritt, it means less than absolutely nothing,” you said before addressing the audience, “You see, Owen’s mocked your privacy. He’s scorned it.”

  Danny nodded, running a discreet hand down your back and loosening the tension in your shoulders. You tried not to blush in front of an audience of people. 

  “Right,” he continued, “and we’re not just talking about the things that you already agreed to when you signed probably without reading the terms and conditions of Octas 1 through 7.”

  “So,” Lula began, “Before we start the show, we had Owen agree to a few terms of our own.”

  You grinned at her, proud of her for reaching this dream. She looked so comfortable up there, talking to the audience. You were glad to be able to do it with her, too.

  “So everything that he had once considered private…” Lula trailed off.

  Your heart dropped to your stomach as her mic cut out. One glance at Danny told you he understood and he quickly walked over to Lula.

  “Yeah, everything that he once considered private is now…” his mic cut off too.

  “Shit,” you whispered, not bothering to mind your language as you assumed yours had cut off too. 

  The screen behind you flashed and white noise filled the theatre. People screamed. 

  “Oh my,” a computer-generated voice echoed through the room, “As the Horsemen like to say, magic is about controlling perception.”

  You gazed up at the shifting face that appeared on the screen. Someone grabbed your arm gently and you turned to see Danny. 

 “Y/n!” He exclaimed, “Are you alright?”

  You swallowed, fear piercing through you, “I… yeah. Yeah I’m okay. What’s going on, Danny?”

  He shook his head, “I don’t know.”

  “You see them as the champions of the truth,” the voice continued, “but are they? Or is that just another one of their illusions?”

  “Shit shit shit,” Merritt was saying as he and Lula joined you and Danny in the middle of the stage, “Where’s Dylan?”

  “And Jack?” Lula added. 

  “So since they clearly love secrets, let’s reveal some of theirs.”

  “Danny, everyone, get off the stage,” Dylan’s voice crackled through the coms, “Jack, go with them. I’ll see you at the meet up point.”

  Danny’s hand moved down your arm and gripped yours. You squeezed his fingers in response.

  “Let’s go,” he said, pulling you off the stage behind him. 

  The four of you began running, the voice echoing behind you clear as day. 

  “Do you recall the death of Jack Wilder? What if I told you he’s not just alive, but he’s actually right here.”

  Jack’s alarmed face under his security cap was displayed on a screen you passed as you ran out of the backstage area.

  “Dammit,” you heard Danny mutter. His hand was still firmly clasped around yours. Normally you would be bothered by the tightness, but adrenalin was coursing through your veins and you were just that desperate not to lose track of him in this chaos. 

  “And do you know who else is here? The FBI. Let’s let them in, shall we? And now for the big reveal…”

  “Where’s the door to the roof?” Danny called to Jack as the younger man joined the group running to the meeting point. 

  “Take the next left then up the stairs,” Jack said. 

  “There’s a fifth Horseman, and he’s the biggest criminal of them all. FBI agent Dylan Rhodes.”

  The five of you punched through the door to the roof. 

  “How the hell could this happen? I thought Dylan had everything under control!” Merritt yelled.

  “Yeah. Apparently he didn’t,” Danny said, quietly frustrated in the way you knew he could get.

  Merritt whirled on the illusionist, and something in his expression told you Danny wouldn’t like what he was about to say. 

  “Maybe you’re the leak, Dan. Where’ve you been sneaking off to?” Merritt demanded. 

  Danny let go of your hand and advanced on the mentalist, “Don’t you dare for a second insinuate that I had anything to do with this!”

  “I’m not insinuating, that’s your-“ Merritt began to retort, but Jack cut in. 

  “Let’s get to the truck, come on!”

  You all ran to the black tube. Danny nudged you in front of him, and you jumped in. 

  Gritting your teeth against the roller-coster sensation in your gut, you crossed your arms over your chest and noted with some curiosity the pulsing sound coming from the gaps in the tube. 

  You could also hear Jack sliding ahead of you and Danny behind you. After a moment you also heard Merritt screaming further back. 

  Then, with a thud you tumbled into a laundry basket. 

  “Wha…” you breathed, getting a split second to gaze around at your surroundings before Danny slammed into you. 

  “Oof,” he said, “Sorry. You okay?”

  You winced, “Yeah. A little bruised, but I’ve had worse. You?”

  He nodded as Lula and Merritt tumbled into the basket next to you, “Yeah. What the hell is going on?”

  “Wasn’t there supposed to be a truck?” Merritt asked, clambering out of the basket. The rest of you followed his lead. Asian people in white aprons started yelling at you, shoving you through a crowded, steamy kitchen.

  “Wait,” Danny said in between being shoved by Chinese chefs, “did you mis-run the tube?”

  “No, I put it in the truck, I know I did!” Jack exclaimed, bumping into you while trying to dodge an oncoming tray. 

  “We’re really not in the truck right now,” you said, stumbling into Danny who reached back and grabbed your hand, the sensation becoming familiar to you.

  “Somebody must have moved the tube,” Merritt said, as you all moved through a set of doors into what looked like a restaurant, “Were we above a Chinese restaurant?”

  “I’m moving, relax!” Lula yelled at the man who was shoving her out of the kitchen. 

  “Okay, why are we here?” you demanded.

  “Why am I frickin’ starving?” Lula asked, staring at the Chinese food everywhere.

  “Yeah, I’m weirdly starving too,” Jack mused.

  At their words your own stomach growled, responding to the smell of noodles and stir fry surrounding you.

  Merritt moved towards the door, popping his head outside. 

  “Something’s very wrong,” you told Danny softly.

  He nodded, brows furrowed, “Yeah, I agree.”

  “At least,” Lula began as Merritt returned, “And I know this isn’t much consolation, but apparently we’re now surrounded by Chinese food. Right?”

  “Guys…” Merritt said and you all turned to look at him, “I think where we are right now, they don’t refer to it as ‘Chinese food’. It’s just called… food.”

  “Shit,” you muttered.

  “Wait, what are you saying?” Danny asked, “How is this possible?”

  A high pitched giggle directed all of your attention to the man with a perm sitting at the table nearest you, facing away with a menu held up in front of his face. 

  “I believe in your particular parlance, the word is ‘magic’.”

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[theaawalker]

Fandoms I'll Write For

Marvel (not Iron Man, Starlord, Loki, Thor, Doctor Strange, or Hawkeye, Drax, Victor Creed, Antman, Adam Warlocke, AG's Spiderman, or Cyclops)

DCEU (not Peacemaker, Killer Croc, JL's Joker, RP's Batman, or anyone from Gotham except Jerome/Jeremiah Valeska)

Scream Queens (not Chad Radwell or Pete Martinez)

American Horror Story (only Murder House, 1984, Freakshow, and Cult)

Hunger Games (not Gale, Maymitch, President Snow, or Cato)

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My Little Pony

Once Upon A Time (not Hook, David, Rumple, Neal, Peter Pan, or Zelena)

Pacific Rim (not the sequel)

Twilight (not Seth, Edward, Carlyle, or Jasper)

Stranger Things (not Will Byers, Billy Hargrove, or Jim Hopper)

IT (2017, 2019, and tv series) (not Henry Bowers or Pennywise)

Jurassic Park/World (not Owen Grady or Ian Malcolm)

Jumanji (1997 & 2017)

Zathura (not the dad or robot)

Stand By Me (not Ace Merrill)

Girl, Interrupted (not Jared Leto's character)

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Teen Wolf (the film & series)

Equestria Girls

Teen Wolf (not Peter, Jackson, Theo, or Derek)

The Office (not Jim, Ryan, or Dwight)

Now You See Me (not Dylan Rhodes or Merritt McKinney)

Descendants (not Chad, Harry, Ben, Jay, or Carlos)

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Percy Jackson films (not Luke Castellan)

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TMNT (live action ver. only)

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Ender's Game

Wednesday (not Xavier, Tyler, or the Dean)

Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse (not Mentor Peter Parker)

Unbreakable (not Hedwig or Dennis)

Big Hero 6

The Black Mirror

Dynasty (not Culhane, Adam, or Blake)

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory

Spy Kids

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Clue, Knives Out, & Glass Onion

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I’m willing to write imagines for underage characters so long as there's no romance (examples: hang out with the Losers Club at the barrens; go shopping with Eleven and Max; play baseball with Finney and Bruce). I’m allowed to deny any request and the longest I should take ever to write one is about 2 weeks. I’ll write smut, fluff, angst, poly relationships, LGBTQ+, etc. Generally most of my x readers are female unless stated otherwise.

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[faithiegirl01]

Faithie’s Fic Finding Corner:

Ok y’all I need your help…

Back when I was younger and still reading on Wattpad I came across this Fic where Stuart twombly and the reader were together. The reader was on her period and just cuddling with him on the couch. She gets annoyed with everything that’s going on so she sticks her headphones in her ears and starts to paint on her paint app. She then hears Nick says something about calling Stuart Stewie and he says “Stuart, never Stewie,” and Nick is all confused and says “but she called you it. Why can she and I can’t?” And Stuart response was “because she came up with it,”. Then Stuart gets up along with the reader like he just knows that she’s in pain and takes her home.

Anyway when I found that one I absolutely adored it. When I first found it I think it was titled “never Stewie,” idk though it’s been a really long time since I’ve read it. But recently I got an idea when thinking about that fic and I’d really like to read it again for some inspiration on the fic I plan to write.

But… sadly I can’t find it anywhere anymore. So could you all possibly help me out and let me know if you know where to find it or if it’s still up? Or like if it’s gone?

It would mean the world to me if someone could either find it or the author, because I absolutely loved that one back when I first started writing my own work.

[jb3islife]

Here Comes the Plane (Merritt McKinney)

Request: Hurt/Comfort imagine about Merritt.

“Imagine…”: Merritt comforting you after Henley leaves the Horsemen.

 You could feel yourself slowly drawing away from your fellow male Horsemen. No matter how hard they tried, you did not want to come out of your bedroom and into the apartment that you shared with Merritt, the fatherly figure you have wanted since you were five.

 You could feel the knot in your stomach building larger and larger. It had only been a bit more than 24 hours since Henley walked away from the family that the five of you had created over the past year and a half. It was not the fact that Henley left that upset you so much. It was that she left without a real explanation, or a real good-bye.

 “I’m tired of waiting,” she had told the four of you. “If The Eye believed in us and our abilities, they would have come for us by now. I’m sorry, but I’m leaving the Horsemen.”

 With that, she turned, her hair wrapping around her like a red curtain at the closing of an act, and walked out the door, literally right out of your life. No hug. No kiss on the cheek like she usually gave you in a “be safe” manner. Just… gone.

 As you sat on your bed, legs tightly pulled against your chest, forehead on your knees, you cried. The tears slid slowly down your cheeks, meeting at the base of your chin, and dripping onto your thighs. The loud, shaky, unbreathable cries had stopped after the first twelve hours that Henley was gone. Good thing, too, because you were sure your lungs were about to burst.

 You heard the rasp of a knock on your door but did not feel the need to budge. The door was locked, the boys knew that. This was just another one of their attempts to coax you out.

 “(Y/N),” called the soft voice of the mentalist from the other side of the wood. “Please. Just unlock the door and we can talk.”

 “Go away,” you stated, closing your eyes tightly in hopes of escaping the world.

 The sound of mumbled whispers and metal clicking against metal brought you back to reality too quickly. What were they doing? Jack would not dare to pick the lock.

 “Sorry,” Jack droned out as the door slowly creaked open.

 In the doorway stood the three Horsemen who stood by you, no matter how hard you tried to keep them away. Jack slowly stood from his crouched position while Merritt held a plate of fresh cookies for you. Even Danny, the pain in the ass he was, held a glass of water and ibuprofen. You touched your forehead, now realizing that you had a pounding headache.

 “You need to eat,” Jack reminded you as he came and sat on the bed, rubbing his hand up and down your back.

 Merritt brought the cookies over to you, setting them gently on the bed in front of you. He sat down carefully, taking one in his hand. “Open up the hanger. Here comes the plane,” he smiled, pretending to fly the cookie. You laughed, obeying him, and taking a bite out of the cookie. Your stomach grumbled for more.

 Danny held out the water and pills for you. You smiled at him as you chewed the rest of the cookie. “Thank you,” you said. Taking the items he held, you swallowed them quickly.

 “I’ve gotten used to your headache problems,” Danny smirked. “When you don’t eat, they’re the absolute worst to listen to you complain about.”

 You chuckled lightly, nodding at the illusionist. You thanked the boys for their effort to help you. They smiled lightly, telling you that it is not helping when it is family. You leaned your head onto Merritt’s shoulder, feeling tired but not ready to drift off into sleep.

 “Can we talk?” you asked Merritt, attempting to look up at him from your position.

 He smiled, telling the others he would be out later. “Go ahead,” he said to you.

 “I miss her so much, Merritt,” you cried, the tears building in your eyes again.

 “Hey, I don’t want you to cry,” Merritt told you, pulling you away from his shoulder so you could see his face. “You will not cry, got it?”

 You nodded your head, wiping away any tears that may be there. You sniffled as Merritt said, “I know it hurts, but you can’t let yourself keep crying.”

 “I know,” you told him, playing with your fingers. “I just don’t get why- how- she could just leave us like that. I thought we had become a family.”

 Merritt sighed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to lay back on your bed. “I don’t know, baby girl,” he whispered as he smoothed your hair. “I could never leave the Horsemen, especially you.”

 You looked up at him, his eyes filled with concern for you. “You mean that?”

 “Of course,” he smiled, kissing the top of your head. “You’ve become the daughter I always wished I would have. I wouldn’t trade our time together for anything in the world.”

 You smiled, snuggling into his hold. Even if Henley was gone for good, at least you had the boys, especially Merritt. “I always wanted a dad,” you told Merritt. “I’m glad you came into my life, Merritt McKinney.”

 You heard a small sniffle and knew Merritt was becoming emotional. Under all that “too sentimental for me” facade, he was a big teddy bear.

 “Do you think you can start eating actual food?” Merritt asked after a moment, coming back into his fatherly role and grabbing the cookie out of your hand right before it could reach your lips. He bit into it, a whimper sounding from your throat. He smirked at you. “No more cookies until you eat something healthy.”

 You giggled, hitting him lightly in the stomach. He faked a groan, pulling the two of you up and out to the kitchen where Jack and Danny were working on making your favorite food.

[unabashedlyawhore]

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 started: June 26th 2021 

last updated: November 11th 2021

total works: 3  (just starting) 

stuff you should know

ALL WORK IS 18+

I'm  just starting to write stuff so it might not be great but I just wanna share some smutty ideas 💜!!!

I don’t mind doing specific reader characteristics (like x Black reader, x Plus size reader, etc...) but my unrequested works will not mention any of the reader characteristics, just to be inclusive for all! 

I write  one shot smuts, blurbs, imagines, and just random stuff 

I don't really like writing *only* fluff stuff, I can write fluff but just know it will probably include some smut ;)

I accept requests/ am currently accepting requests 

I tend to write only for the characters/people I have listed on my page (but I don't mind writing for anyone else!)

Algee Smith 

Chris Evans

Dylan O’brien 

Druig (eternals)

Damon Salvatore 

Eggsy Unwin 

Fitz (scandal) 

Kai Parker 

Matthew Gray Gubler 

Michael b Jordan 

Nick Amaro ( law and order SVU) 

Peter Parker 

Rio (good girls) 

Spencer Reid 

Steve Rogers 

Stiles Stilinski 

Timothee Chalamet 

Tom Hiddleston 

Tom Holland 

Tony Stark 

Trevante Rhodes 

[novaiya]

Simple Twist of Fate - Arthur x Reader (NSFW)

Summary: In a saloon in Rhodes, you see a man with virility and vigor so strong it attracts you like a moth to the flame. You watch as he downs a shot of whiskey and licks his lips, not letting even a drop go to waste. You're gathering your courage, ready to approach him and see where it takes you. Will the fate allow the two of you to meet?

Words: 2,422

Tags: Smut, Oral (male and female receiving), F!Reader

A/N: I was brushing my teeth, and Bob Dylan’s Simple Twist of Fate came to my mind. The song made me think of a possible “missed connection” type of scenario between Arthur and you. Bittersweet. Blame it on a simple twist of fate. Link to AO3

Rhodes was the type of town to crash in, get drunk, wake up the next morning and never think of again. With just one saloon, that also operated as a bathhouse and a hotel, there wasn’t much to do except for gambling and drinking, the latter of which you were engaging in at the moment. You were leaning on the bar stock and picking on the label of your beer bottle when you saw, out of the corner of your eyes, a man join you at the other end of the bar.

“Can I get whiskey, please?” you heard him say.

The rough, yet warm sound of his voice called out to you, and you turned your head to get a look at him. With his broad shoulders, chiseled jawline and a full head of dark blonde hair, he stood out like a sore thumb among the rest of the patrons of the saloon. He was attractive, plain and simple, something that couldn’t be said about the other men in this town, with their receding hairlines or their red complexions from all the years of drinking or working out in the sun. You watched as he straightened out when the barman handed him his drink. The shot glass looked comically small in his comparatively giant hand. Your eyes never left him as you watched him bring the glass to his lips and drink the whole shot in one ago, his Adam’s apple going up and down as he swallowed the drink.

As if he could feel you staring at him, he turned his head towards you and gave you a polite smile. You smiled back before quickly turning your head back towards the beer bottle in your hand, once again digging your nails into the sticker that you have almost peeled.

 He was even more handsome when you got a straight look at him. His smile seemed inviting, and you wondered if you should approach him. It’s not every day that you see men as attractive as he was and what’s the worst that could happen? If he turns you down, you could just take your beer to your room, sleep till the next morning, and leave the town the next day, along with the thoughts of the attractive stranger

The decision, however, was made for you when the object of your thoughts came to stand next to you.

“Hey there,” he said, leaning against the bar.

“Hi,” you said, instantly abandoning the beer bottle in your hand and turning your attention to the man.

He introduced himself, saying his name, and you did the same back.

“Can I get you a drink?” he said, looking at the empty beer bottle next to you.

 You accepted and he called the bartender, asking for two shots of whiskey. The two of you fell into a comfortable conversation that only two people who didn’t know each other and didn’t plan on could. You asked him what he was doing here, and he said he was just passing through. By the guns on his hip and the scars across his face and hands, you could tell he was lying, but you didn’t pry. You too had secrets that you weren’t planning on sharing with strangers, even as beautiful and captivating as him.

The conversation flowed as easily as the whiskey, and you didn’t realize how much time had passed until you looked around yourself, noticing that the saloon was completely empty, save for a few drunks sleeping at the tables and a couple of working girls chatting among themselves. A slight panic shot through you. Has your time with the mystical cowboy come to an end? You weren’t ready to bid him farewell just yet, so with a boldness that you rarely showed, turned around and said, “The night is still young. I got a room upstairs, we can continue our conversation there.” Your pronunciation of the word ‘conversation’ made the man smirk and with a southern drawl that you came to love after just a few hours of conversation, he said, “I can’t see why not.”

 The walk to your room was silent, and you were afraid that in it your wild heartbeat could be heard, getting quicker and quicker with each step that brought you closer to your destination.

You barely had the time to close the door before he pushed you against it. His mouth was on yours in an instant, his hands on your hips and in your hair. Your hands reached towards his shirt on their own, haphazardly undoing the buttons and pushing off his suspenders. He helped you rid himself of his shirt, pushing it off and dropping it on the ground. Breaking the kiss, you had a chance, for a brief moment, to look him over. Your imagination did not do him justice, you thought, as your eyes roamed over his broad shoulders, muscular arms, and toned chest covered in light, short hair. You couldn’t believe all of that was hidden underneath a flimsy cotton shirt.

He noticed you looking and smirked. He reached out with his hand, running it down your check before placing his thumb on your lips. You parted them without thinking, letting him push his thumb inside and sucked on it. He could feel his face grow hot as you ran your tongue over his thumb, keeping your eyes on him. With his free hand he went toward the fly of his pants, popping open the button and pulling out his cock. He started stroking it slowly, keeping his eyes on you as you sucked on his thumb.

Noticing what he was doing, you took his hand in yours and pushed his thumb out of your mouth. He groaned, but his tone quickly changed when you went down on your knees, your face inches away from his cock. You pushed his hand away, replacing it with your own and started stroking him. You couldn’t believe what you were doing, especially with a man you knew only for a couple of hours, but something about him made you unable to think about anything except the pleasure he was going to bring you.

He moaned your name at the feeling of your hand on him, one of his own holding onto the door in front of him, the other in your hair. You started leaving open mouth kisses all over his dick, lubricating him with your spit before finally taking the head of his cock in your mouth, gently sucking on it.

“Damn,” he muttered under his breath, “knew you’d be good with that mouth as soon as I saw you wrap them pretty lips on that beer bottle.”

The sound of his voice, twisted with desire, moaning because of what you were doing was like nothing else you’ve ever heard, and you went to work, taking him deeper, wanting, no, needing to hear him again.

He started to move his hips, pushing more of his length in your mouth. He was big, bigger than anyone you had before, and you were having a hard time fitting all of him in your mouth, though you still tried.

Suddenly, after a few moments, he pulled back, a string of salvia connecting your lips and his cock for a brief second.

You pouted at the sudden loss, already missing the weight of his cock on your tongue. He must’ve sensed your disappointment and said, “Sorry darlin’, don’t want the night to end too quickly.” He extended his hand, helping you up to your feet before crashing his lips against yours once again, not minding the taste of himself on your lips. He turned you around and started pushing you towards the bed. The mattress gave out a soft squeak as the two of you fell on it.

“Let me return the favor,” he said, licking his lips and eyeing you like a predator.

He paved his way to your center with feather light touches, kissing and nipping on your exposed skin as soon he pushed your blouse off. You helped him pull down your pants, and they, together with your soaked drawers, went flying to the floor.

“Look at you,” he said as soon as he saw how soaked you were. “All from sucking cock?”

You bit your lip, slightly embarrassed, and turned your head to the side, hiding from his intense gaze. He smirked to himself, amused by your sudden shyness.

He ran a finger through your folds, collecting your wetness, before slowly, agonizingly so, pushing in. Long and thick, his finger alone was already too much for your needy body, yet you wanted more. You gyrated your hips, trying to get him to move or add another finger.

He bit his lip as he watched you squirm under him, the sight of your body, needy and burning making him wet his lip. He added a second finger, not moving his eyes from your face, watching for every sigh that escaped your lips, for every flutter of lashes. He picked up the pace, pushing his thick fingers in and out of your wet entrance, reveling in the way you twisted and turned under him, moaning his name.

Your lids were half closed as you took in the pleasures he was giving you. Each push of his fingers was driving you closer and closer to your desired destination. You were panting and sighing until you felt the warm envelope of his lips on your clit. Your murmur turned into a long moan, spurring the man to alternate between sucking on your clit and flicking it with his tongue. It only took a few more moments until your hold gave out, and you let the waves of orgasm wash over you like a tidal wave of the ocean, consuming you until all you could focus on was the man between your legs.

The sight of you overcome by such passion made the man want nothing more than to feel it too, and once your orgasm subsided, he crawled up your body, seeking your mouth once again. The kiss was passionate, rough and messy, your mouths devouring each other as if each was the much needed drink of water in the hot  deserted desert. He took himself in his hand, and pushed into your sensitive, overstimulated heat. You winced at first, not used to his girth, but soon enough the slight pain gave away to ways of pleasure, and you circled your legs around his waist, motioning him to let go and find his own pleasures through your body.

His pace, calculated and deliberate, was slowly making you mad. The pull and push of his cock hit all the right places within you, and you wondered how you were going to be satisfied with anyone else after this.

After a while, his pace picked up, and you could feel that he was nearing his own release. His hand found your clit, and as he circled it, he said, “Let go for me, one more time.” His lips were on your neck, kissing down your throat, and after a few seconds all you saw was white as you came with a shout of his name.

You clawed at his back, feeling the need to hold on to something or else you would float away on the pleasures you were feeling.  The feeling of your walls spasming around him did it for him and not a moment later he-

“Miss, miss,” the bartender waved his hand in front of your face, pulling you out of your daydream.

You shook your head, as if the reverie you engaged yourself in was a cloud you could shake off, and said, “Yes, I’m sorry?”

The bartender said, “Another beer?” and looked at the empty bottle in your hand.

“Ah,” you said and instantly went for the money in your pocket and said, “Yes, please.” The man took your change and your empty beer bottle, and came back with a new one not a minute later. You thanked him and instantly went for the beer, downing almost half of it right away, trying to calm the blazing heat inside of you. You tried to, nonchalantly, see if the man of your dreams was still there. You turned your head, looking as if you were fixing your hair, and noticed that yes, he was still here, still nursing a shot of whiskey in front of him.

You felt your face flush as you stole a glance over him; tall, handsome, strong. From his dark blonde locks to muscular ass, everything about him radiated vigor. For a moment, you felt bad for making the unsuspicious man a part of your sexual fantasy, but how could you not when just by standing there he was making you drench your drawers?

You decided, that there was no use standing around and blushing like a schoolgirl, and was about to approach the man (this time, for real), when the doors of the saloon opened and in went a man that just like the one near you, didn’t look like he belonged in this town. For a moment, he stood near the entrance and looked around the bar, as if searching for somebody, only for his gaze to settle on the blonde man at the bar.

“There you are, Arthur,” he said as he clapped his hand on the blonde man’s shoulder (Arthur, right?) “Come on, let’s get going, Bill is waiting outside.”

Without awaiting Arthur’s answer, the man with a dark black mustache went back out. Arthur didn’t follow the man right away, instead settling on finishing the drink in front of him. He placed the glass near his lips, and in one go, downed the rest of it. You watched in awe as he licked his lips, collecting a drop or two of whiskey that escaped the glass. He straightened out, and as he turned around to leave, gave you a polite smile and a nod. The act caught you by surprise, but you quickly collected yourself and shot him an equally friendly smile, nodding your head in return, trying to hide the blush that overtook your natural skin color. The whole act lasted no more than five seconds, but you found yourself replaying it in your head countless times as you leaned against the bar stock, fumbling with the beer bottle in your hand.

“Arthur,” you said under your breath, pronouncing each syllable with intention and care. You could now adjust your fantasy to include his name, you thought.

[imaginesandoneshotsandothershit]

Imagine, you and Dylan meeting through The Eye and you helping him get back at Thaddeus

[imaginethisimaginethat]

Teach me, Sensei | Daniel Atlas x Reader

Warnings: Arrogance, Sex Suggestion, and Flirting

Words: 1,386

Request: Can you please do a Daniel Atlas imagine where you are Jack’s younger sister and also a magician. He's in a hurry cause he promised you he would attend your show so he brings Dylan, Daniel, Jack, Merritt, and Lula. Dylan sees potential in her and has Daniel help train her and get her ready. by @alltimelow12354 !! 

A/N: I haven’t wrote Daniel Atlas in a good few months so I’m very sorry if it fails in anyway and his character is OOC lmao. However, I do love Daniel and try and do is character justice. I’m slowly getting through the requests now so keep your eyes peeled if you ever did request anything from me :) 

There may be some mistakes in this such as tense, I’m sorry it’s super late here but I wanted to be productive! 

Thank you for the request sweetheart <3

This was your first ever magic show and there were no words describe just how nervous you were. You’d be performing in front of your brother and a few other people. The other few people didn’t bother you as much as performing magic in front of your brother, Jack Wilder, who was one of the famous four horseman. You knew that Jack would never judge you or your magic but it was still a big deal to you. All of your life your mom and dad would compare you to Jack and they would say things like, ‘You should be a lot like Jack’. 

This wasn’t you compensating for what your parents said all those years ago because yourself and Jack had always been into magic and what it involves. It was just by ‘pure Jack luck’ that he ended up being a famous magician. 

You looked up at the clock and sighed, “He should’ve been here by now. Where is he?” There was nothing that you could do as you heard your stage manager yell from the other end of the corridor that your show was about to start. Great, you had told Jack way in advance that this was happening and he wouldn’t even show up to see his little sister perform. 

You walked up onto the tiny stage and looked around at the audience who looked, quite frankly, disinterested. That was until you spotted your brother but he wasn’t alone, he was with the other horseman and Dylan? Why were they all here? You tried not to think about all of them watching you, so you got on with your show. 

You started of light with a few card tricks that Jack had shown you over the years. Every time you got the audience to react shocked, you got a pleased look from your brother in the audience. Everyone in the room looked pleased with you, everyone but Atlas. It didn’t surprise you that Atlas didn’t like the routine you were doing. He was Daniel Atlas, he didn’t have to be there. 

A few more tricks went by and you decided to take a risk. You were about to attempt a trick on stage that could go wrong because this was the first time you’d ever done something like this before. 

“Ladies and Gentleman, for my last trick, I thought I’d try something new.” You smile at the audience confidentially and Jack looks scared as if he knows that this wont end well. 

You spot a lady in the front row and smile, sitting down on the end of the stage, “You. Come up to the stage for me please.” The lady obliges, which you are extremely thankful for. 

“Look into my eyes and think of your pin number to your bank account.” You took a quick glance at all the horseman and Dylan and they were all leaning forward on their seats. They knew this ‘trick’ and it could go terribly wrong or go amazingly. 

“Excuse me? My pin number?” The lady replies back. She crosses her arms and that results in you swallowing nervously but you can’t show her that your nervous. Like your brother always said, ‘Confidence is key to success.’ 

“You have real talent.” 

You were caught off guard by Dylan as you were packing your things away from the show. The ‘trick’ went amazingly well and you successfully gained money from the lady’s bank account. You knew it was a bad thing to do but you had to show the horseman you had potential to be like them. 

You turned around to Dylan and smiled, placing your hair behind your ear, “Thank you, Mr Rhodes. My brother has told me lots about you.” 

“Dylan, please. And good things I hope.” He smiles back and starts to help you packing things away, which you strongly disagreed upon but he insisted. 

After a while, Dylan spoke again, “How would you like to be taught by one of the horseman?” 

You were taken back by this question, “M-Mr erm Dylan I’m not cut out for being taught by one of the horseman. As much as I would love too I don’t think Jack would appreciate it. He hardly appreciated my ‘trick’ on stage today. He doesn’t want me to be like him.” 

“Jack would be fine with it, I’m sure.” Jack said with a slight smile as he came out from behind the curtain, “Sure, I don’t want you turning out to be like me but that doesn’t mean you can’t live your dream just as much as me.” 

Your smile exceeded new levels of happiness, “Really? Thank you so much Jack!” You hugged Jack tightly and then stepped back, looking between Jack and Dylan.

You had confusion written all over your face, “But who’s going to teach me?”

“J. Daniel Atlas. Nice to meet you.” 

You could not believe that you were being taught by ‘J. Daniel Atlas. Nice to meet you,’ he clearly wanted to teach me when he sat at my magic show looking unimpressed. 

“Y/N Wilder. Nice to meet you.” 

“So, Y/N Wilder. What do you want to learn?” You were sat opposite each other in his apartment, he was playing with a deck of cards in his hands. 

“Well, you’re the teacher so teach me, sensei!” You smirked and pulled out your pack of cards from within your bag. 

“Do you want to control the weather?” Atlas spoke in a confident tone. 

“Control the weather, but that’s impossible.” 

Atlas laughed at this statement and sighed, “And you call yourself magician.” 

You stood up in defence, “Hey look, I might not be the best magician in the world but I sure as hell am one. If you don’t want to teach me, I’ll sure as hell find someone who will.” 

He smirked and walked over to the window, “Come here.” 

In defeat you walked over to the window and looked outside, “What?” 

“You see the rain? I can control it. I can make it go up rather than down.” He opened up the doors to his balcony and with a click of his fingers, he was controlling the weather. You may have been a magician but you had never seen this done before. 

“I’m sure you whack that trick out at every eleven year old’s party.” You smirked and he did in response, “Go on then, magic man, show me how to do it.” 

“A magician never reveals his secrets, surely you’d know that, being a real magician and all?” He turned his back and that’s when you grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back round. 

“I don’t know what your problem is but you need to stop. I have only known you for ten minutes and in those ten minutes you’ve done nothing but mock me. All the stories I hear about you being arrogant and rude, I can believe but being a ‘heartthrob’ is not one of them.” 

Atlas didn’t speak, instead he pushed you back into his apartment and pushed you against the wall, “You wanna know why your here with me? And not with Lula, Jack or Merritt?” 

Your heart was pounding as he was mere inches away from you. You could smell him, which you didn’t know if that was weird or not but nevertheless, he smelled good. You looked into his eyes and sighed, “Why am I here with you and not them, Atlas? Go on, amuse me.” 

“Because I told Dylan that I wanted to work with you. At your magic show I thought you were amazing. As soon as Dylan asked everyone who wanted to teach you, I wanted too.” 

You scoffed, “As if J. Daniel Atlas would want to teach me.” 

“I do. In a manner of ways.” 

You blushed and licked your lips, “Then teach me, sensei.” 

[hermionegalathynius]

Found Family (2/?)

Hey, so I genuinely expected zero reaction to the first part (because the nysm fandom has cooled down a lot since the second movie came out) but it was great to see people reacting to it! (Even if it was just 2 likes 😅)

Anyway, here’s the next part! To those few of you reading, enjoy 😉.

Fandom: Now You See Me

Pairing: Daniel Atlas x Reader

Warnings: nothing, just you sharing a pizza with Danny.

Part 1 Part 3

The six of you spent the next hour going over the plans and working out the minor details. You and Lula were to make your debut with the Horsemen on the stage at the launch in three weeks’ time. With less than a month to prepare, you were to work with the other three Horsemen on a set for the performance. 

  Having been a duo for your whole magic career, Dylan suggested you and Lula split up for this first performance and do your acts with Atlas and Merritt respectively. It made sense, considering you were an escape artist, just like Atlas’s last partner had been. Henley. 

  When he heard what your specialised area of magic was, Atlas looked at you with an unreadable expression. It was a little unsettling and you got the impression you had let him down in some way. 

  “Okay, let’s wrap it up for today,” Dylan said, rolling up the blueprints. 

  With a sigh you realised you and Lula still had to catch the subway home. 

  “Yeah, we have to go now, Lula, if we’re going to get home before midnight,” you said, pulling your leather jacket on. 

  “Actually, ladies,” Dylan added, making you pause your search for your keys, “It might be easier if you both lived a little closer so we can all stick together. I have an extra room in this apartment for one of you and Danny has another in his.”

  “Oh, I call crashing here!” Lula said, flopping onto the couch and giving you what she probably thought was an inconspicuous wink, “I looked around earlier, this place is nuts.”

  “I guess that leaves Y/n with me,” Atlas said, catching your eye. 

  You gave him a small smile, “Thanks.”

  “Jack, you don’t live too far from here, do you?” Lula was asking. 

  “And that is my cue to leave,” you said quickly, grabbing your phone and making your way to the stairs. 

  “Yeah, me too,” Atlas said, following after you.

  Once outside, you suddenly realised you were going to be spending a lot of time alone with Atlas if you were living with him. It was a jarring thought. You also realised — as he climbed onto his motorbike — that you had taken the subway here. 

  “Um, any chance Dylan has another one of those lying around here somewhere?” you asked, stuffing your hands in your jacket pockets. 

  His quirked his brows, an amused smile playing around his mouth, “Nope. You’re riding with me. Here.”

  He extended an extra helmet to you and you took it, quickly placing it on your head and hopping on behind Atlas. 

  “Hold on,” he said.

  Settling your resolve, you held onto his waist.

  Unfortunately, you had never ridden as a passenger before, so the minute he pulled away, you panicked and wrapped your arms around him for dear life. 

  “Jesus, I wish I was driving,” you muttered, making him chuckle. 

  Luckily the drive took only ten minutes, and before you knew it you were stopping in a garage underneath an apartment building. 

  “I’ll ask Dylan to uh… acquire another bike for you,” Atlas said as you climbed off and began unbuckling the helmet. 

  “Acquire…?” You asked, frowning slightly at his strange word choice.

  “Uh, yeah, because he doesn’t buy them.”

  Your eyes widened, staring down at the bike you were just on. 

  “Don’t worry,” he added, “Only from big multinational companies who’s profits are barely affected.”

  “Well, okay then,” you said, feeling a little surreal. 

  You followed Atlas to the stairs and the two of you climbed them to the third floor. 

  The apartment was actually quite nice. There was a couch and a television on one side and a good sized kitchen on the other with a corridor branching off in the middle. You guessed that that was where the bathroom and bedrooms were. You suddenly realised you didn’t have your night clothes with you. Or any of your stuff for that matter. 

  “Um, I don’t have any clothes or toiletries,” you said softly, feeling a little awkward standing there as Atlas moved about the apartment.

  “Actually, you do,” he said, opening the fridge, “Dylan moved all your stuff here. It’s in your room. First door on the right, by the way.”

  You were shocked. Not because Dylan had somehow managed to move all your stuff here, but because of your lack of shock that he had. Barely twenty-four hours into being a Horseman and you were already getting accustomed to the abnormality. 

  “Oh, okay. Thanks,” you said, walking down the hall and opening the door he’d instructed. 

  Sure enough, a suitcase full of clothes sat on the bed, and two boxes full of books lay on the floor. There was a large window with the curtains drawn and an empty bookshelf against the wall. 

  All in all, it was probably the best room you’d ever had. 

  Changing into your tracksuit pants and a spaghetti strap top, you walked back into the main space.

  “Did I hear the doorbell?” You asked, padding into the kitchen where Atlas was typing away on his laptop, his eyes focused intently on the screen.

  “Uh, yes. I ordered pizza. Got a Hawaiian and a ham and mushroom. I’ll eat either, so take your pick,” he replied, jerking his head at the coffee table where there were indeed two pizza boxes. Your stomach growled in response to the idea of food. 

  With a grateful smile, you gathered your confidence and said, “You know, since we’re gonna be living together, we should take this brief period of respite to get to know each other.”

  His hands froze on the keyboard and he slowly retracted them from the laptop, turning in his chair to face you, “Alright, what do you want to know?”

  You shook your head and leaned against the armrest furthest from him, gesturing for him to sit down opposite you, “Come on, Atlas. Don’t leave me hanging.”

  He sighed, but it seemed less frustrated and more playful. You grinned as he got up only to plop down next to you. Leaning forward, you grabbed a pizza.

  “I’ll eat half of this one, and you eat half of the other, then we’ll swap? Deal?”

  He nodded, grabbing the other box.

  You grabbed a slice of ham and mushroom and hummed happily at the familiar flavour. 

  “Okay, I’m just going to get this out of the way quickly so we can clear the air,” you said eventually, tucking your legs underneath your body and avoiding his gaze, “I’m sorry my sister broke into your apartment. I know you and the others aren’t exactly overjoyed to have new teammates, but I promise we’re not just run-of-the-mill, amateur-“

  “Oh no,” Atlas interjected, a slice of Hawaiian balanced precariously in one hand, “believe me, you I don’t have a problem with. You seem sensible and probably a necessary addition to the group considering the maturity level you already witnessed today. Plus, you’re an escape artist and our old one left a while back.”

  Your expression softened, “Yeah, Henley, right? You guys were together?”

  He nodded, “Uh, yeah, but that’s irrelevant. My point is, you I don’t mind. Your sister on the other hand…”

  You laughed softly, glad to see the tension seep from the room, “Lula… she’s my older sister, but I’m the one who looks after her. She’s always been unpredictable and a little erratic, but once you get to know her you’ll see there isn’t a more loyal friend you could have. She’s the reason I got into magic, actually.”

  Atlas quirked his brow, tilting his head in silent query. 

  “When we were kids, Lula was obsessed with Lionel Shrike,” you began, aware of his eyes fixated on your face, “She would read every book on magic she could find just to see if there was any information about his tricks in there. She idolised him. I was 7 and she was 9, and while she was gushing over his card in the tree trick, I was frightened by his failed safe. I knew one day Lula was likely to out herself in a similar situation, and unless I learnt how to break her out of anything, I would lose her.”

  “That’s a lot of responsibility for a seven-year-old to take on,” Atlas murmured. 

  You shrugged, fiddling with your charm bracelet, “As I said, she’s the oldest, but I protect her. I always have. Anyway, from then on I began teaching myself magic tricks. While Lula taught me card work and illusions, I took it upon myself to learn the art of escaping. Trucker’s hitch, Bowline, Clove Hitch, you name it, I learnt how to escape from it.”

  “So you became an escape artist to save your sister if she ever tried something stupid,” Atlas summed up and you nodded, “But you do like magic right?”

  “Oh of course! Somewhere down the line I obviously realised I had found a passion in magic, but that didn’t divert my attention from my main goal,” you said. 

  “Is that why you decided to join the Horsemen?” 

  You gave him a bemused smile, “This is a lot of questions from someone who seemed content to sit in awkward silence ten minutes ago.”

  He huffed a laugh, “Yeah, well I’ve been known to be uh, standoffish. At least, that’s what others tell me.”

  “I get it,” you mused, “I’m the kind of person who enjoys her own company more than other people’s.”

  “It’s just easier, right?” He agreed, “You can’t control social situations. It’s like jumping straight in the deep end every time you enter a conversation.”

  “Merritt was wrong, you definitely don’t have control issues,” you stated, sarcasm dripping off your tone.

  He nodded, “Yep, I stepped right into that one.”

  You laughed softly, chewing and swallowing another bite of pizza, “Jokes aside though, I do get it. We might have more in common than we thought, Atlas.”

  “You can call me Danny,” he said, “Atlas sounds far too much like Dylan or Merritt. If we’re going to he living together we might as well be on a first name basis.”

  “Good point… Danny. In that case just call me Y/n.”

  “It’s nice to officially meet you, Y/n,” he said, a small, genuine smile spreading across his face. 

  “Likewise, Danny,” you replied, grinning. Then, reaching for the deck of playing cards lying on the far side of the coffee table, you shuffled around with them before spreading them out upside down and instructing, “Alright, pick a card, any card.”

[hermionegalathynius]

J Daniel Atlas Masterlist

One Shots

None Yet

Series

Found Family: Lula’s sister!Reader, just your journey with the Horsemen through the events of the second movie.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

[theaawalker]

Quick query do you have a list of who and what you write for?

Fandoms I'll Write For

Marvel (not Iron Man, Starlord, Loki, Thor, Doctor Strange, or Hawkeye, Drax, Victor Creed, Antman, Adam Warlocke, AG's Spiderman, or Cyclops)

DCEU (not Peacemaker, Killer Croc, JL's Joker, RP's Batman, or anyone from Gotham except Jerome/Jeremiah Valeska)

Scream Queens (not Chad Radwell or Pete Martinez)

American Horror Story (only Murder House, 1984, Freakshow, and Cult)

Hunger Games (not Gale, Maymitch, President Snow, or Cato)

The Maze Runner (not Ava Paige, Jorge, or Janson)

My Little Pony

Once Upon A Time (not Hook, David, Rumple, Neal, Peter Pan, or Zelena)

Pacific Rim (not the sequel)

Twilight (not Seth, Edward, Carlyle, or Jasper)

Stranger Things (not Will Byers, Billy Hargrove, or Jim Hopper)

IT (2017, 2019, and tv series) (not Henry Bowers or Pennywise)

Jurassic Park/World (not Owen Grady or Ian Malcolm)

Jumanji (1997 & 2017)

Zathura (not the dad or robot)

Stand By Me (not Ace Merrill)

Girl, Interrupted (not Jared Leto's character)

The Black Phone (not the Grabber or Mr. Blake)

Teen Wolf (the film & series)

Equestria Girls

Teen Wolf (not Peter, Jackson, Theo, or Derek)

The Office (not Jim, Ryan, or Dwight)

Now You See Me (not Dylan Rhodes or Merritt McKinney)

Descendants (not Chad, Harry, Ben, Jay, or Carlos)

Sky High (not Zach or Speed)

Percy Jackson films (not Luke Castellan)

The Umbrella Academy (not Five)

TMNT (live action ver. only)

Dance Moms (not the final season)

Ender's Game

Wednesday (not Xavier, Tyler, or the Dean)

Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse (not Mentor Peter Parker)

Unbreakable (not Hedwig or Dennis)

Big Hero 6

The Black Mirror

Dynasty (not Culhane, Adam, or Blake)

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory

Spy Kids

Sharkboy & Lavagirl

Clue, Knives Out, & Glass Onion

Back to the Future (not Biff), Breakfast Club (not Bender), Sandlot, Stand By Me (not Ace Merrill), Mighty Ducks, The Outsiders (not Dally, Two-Bit, Randy, Bob, Steve, or Darry)

I’m willing to write imagines for underage characters so long as there's no romance (examples: hang out with the Losers Club at the barrens; go shopping with Eleven and Max; play baseball with Finney and Bruce). I’m allowed to deny any request and the longest I should take ever to write one is about 2 weeks. I’ll write smut, fluff, angst, poly relationships, LGBTQ+, etc. Generally most of my x readers are female unless stated otherwise.

What I won’t write-

I won’t write anything to do with rape, bestiality, necrophilia, incest, romance with anyone younger than 18, gun play, anything about poo(sexually), anything about urine(squirting is fine considering it’s not technically urine), age gaps. See guidelines for more details.

Thanks for reading❤️

-A.A. Walker

[jb3islife]

Love is Like a Playing Card (J. Daniel Atlas) Chapter II

“Sutton? Sutton?”

Sutton heard the voices, as fuzzy as they sounded. Her vision was still spinning. She felt herself moving, standing on her feet. Her legs lifted with a weight she never felt before.

“Sutton, honey! Please!” Henley’s voice choked out. 

“No.” Sutton felt the words leave her throat, not sure if they actually made it past her lips.

Sutton felt the cool sensation of the doorknob in her hand. She felt her wrist bones crunch as she turned it, every involuntary movement suddenly aware to her. She heard the crash of a door behind her, her body turning to lock the door. Her body slid into a sitting position on the floor, the soft feeling of the mattress hit her back. Arms wrapping around her legs, she felt her body suddenly fall to the side.

“Maybe it will all go away,” Sutton whispered to herself, her eyes closing, “and Henley won’t leave me.”

~~

“I can’t leave her alone,” Jack stated, getting up to follow Sutton after the door crashed shut.

“No, Jack,” Henley told him. “Let her sleep through this.”

“Excuse me?” Danny yelled, annoyance and anger laced in his voice. “You’re going to leave without actually speaking to Sutton? Your cousin? The one person in this room who loves all of us unconditionally?”

Henley huffed, wiping at her tears. “Maybe it’s for the best, Danny.” She stood, moving toward the door. 

“Like hell it is!” Merritt exclaimed, standing in her path. “I told you I respected your decision, Henley, on one condition- give Sutton the closure she deserves. If you walk out this door without doing that, I promise you, that girl is never going to speak to you again.”

Henley turned around, tears in her eyes once more. She looked at Danny, his hands in a ball in front of him, his jaw clenching and unclenching. Despite her better judgement, Henley sat beside him. 

“I’m sorry,” she told Danny, her voice small. When Danny didn’t look at her, Henley placed her hands on his. “Danny, I have my reasons. I’m not doing this to hurt Sutton.”

Danny swallowed, shaking his head. “What reason could be great enough that you would leave Sutton, Henley?”

Henley glanced at Merritt and Jack. They nodded, signaling her to tell Danny the truth. Henley huffed. “I want more, Danny. There is more to life than magic and secret societies. I want to find someone who loves me the way that you love Sutton.”

Danny looked at her, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “I-I’m not even sure what that is supposed to mean.”

Henley chuckled lightly, smiling to herself, amused by Danny’s inability to see how great his affection for Sutton is. “Danny, how can I find someone who loves me if I’m in hiding? You and Sutton have known each other from the start of this crazy journey. What am I supposed to do? Tell the guy, “Oh, by the way, I robbed a bank,” on the first date?”

“You know,” Merritt interjected, “that’s really like a fifth date thing. Even better, I already know your history!” He opened his arms for a hug. Jack laughed.

“Anyway,” Henley said, rolling her eyes, “it’s just not possible. After watching you and Sutton these past two years, I have really fallen in love with the idea of having someone to love me, maybe even a family.”

“But, we are a family,” Danny stated, not even registering what he was saying

Henley put her hand on her heart, tears threatening to fall once more. “You will always be my family.” She looked at Jack, Merritt, and Dylan. “You’re all my crazy, messed up, criminal family.” They all chuckled. “And maybe,” she looked back at Danny, placing her hands around his once more, “maybe someday, we will be a family in that official-type of way.”

Danny looked over at her, a smirk crawling across his lips. “Yeah, maybe someday.”

~~

“Sutton? Sutton?” 

Sutton threw her hands over her ears. She was hearing the voices again. A hand touched her shoulder, forcing Sutton’s eyes open.

“Hey, beautiful,” Danny smiled down at her. “How are you feeling?” he asked, sitting down on the floor beside her.

Sutton rubbed her eyes and let out a heavy sigh. “It wasn’t a dream, was it?” she asked, sitting up beside Danny. 

“No, baby,” Danny stated, moving the hair out of Sutton’s face. He kissed her forehead. “I’m sorry.” Danny took Sutton’s hand, rubbing the back of it with his thumb. “You need to hear Henley out.”

Sutton lifted her eyes to Danny’s. “Did she tell you?”

Danny nodded. “She has her reasons, Sut. Just listen.”

Sutton sighed, leaning her head into the crook of Danny’s neck. “But are they good reasons?”

Danny gave a slight chuckle, running a hand up and down Sutton’s spine. “Better than I would have thought.”

Sutton leaned back, studying Dann’s expression. Deciding he was being sincere, she pecked his lips. Danny helped Sutton up off the closet floor, wrapping her tightly in a hug.

“Whatever it is,” Sutton spoke, “it won’t change us. Right?”

Danny was caught off guard by her question. Sucking in a breath, he said, “Never.”

[jb3islife]

Masterlist

Love is Only an Illusion (J. Daniel Atlas) Masterlist

Love is Like a Playing Card (J. Daniel Atlas) Masterlist

Imagines (Requests Information)

Daniel Atlas

I Didn’t Have the Balls

Sure As Hell Try (smut)

Merritt McKinney

Here Comes the Plane

Frustration, Smutnation (smut)

Dylan Rhodes

100% The Father

Dominance Turns Me On (smut)

Jack Wilder

Tails Mine, Heads Yours

Horsemen

A Magic Trick Gone Wrong

[jb3islife]

Tails Mine, Heads Yours (Jack Wilder)

“Imagine…”: Meeting Jack while playing “tails left, heads right”.

 You walked aimlessly through the streets of New York. Your destination was not very specific as you were playing the “tails left, heads right” game with yourself. After turning a corner, you flipped the coin. Left you turned. You flipped again. Right this time. After a few more flips, you were walking through Central Park.

 “One last flip,” you muttered to yourself as your eyes darted between the Nature Observatory and Shakespeare Garden. You flung the quarter high in the air, watching it with anticipation as it flipped over itself again and again.

 Just when the quarter began its descend downward, a hand flung out above your face, grabbing the shiny object out of the air.

 “Hey!” you yelled, your head snapping into its proper position. Your eyes locked on a pair of dark chocolate brown eyes. The man standing in front of you had a boyish face, and an even more boyish grin plastered across is, showing you a set of perfect white teeth.

 “You play that game, too?” the man asked, the Adam’s apple in his throat bobbing as he rolled the coin between his fingers expertly.

 “Tails left, heads right?” you questioned, the smirk on his face making your own lips for a side smile.

 He nodded. “I prefer tails right, heads left but same concept,” he chuckled, meeting your eyes. He held out his hand. “I’m Jack.”

 You studied him for a moment, taking in the all black outfit he wore, complete with a black leather jacket. You wondered how someone could wear such an outfit in the unusually warm New York weather. Snapping yourself out of your study, you extended your hand. “(Y/N).”

 His fingers latched around your hand, slightly pulling you closer to him. You felt the hard material of the quarter in his palm, taking it with you as you extracted your hand from his group.

 Jack smiled at you lightly. “Is that your lucky quarter or something?” he joked, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand and shoving the other into a back pocket.

 You bit your bottom lip as you tried to hide your smile. “It is now,” you spoke, the words rolling off your tongue with more confidence than you ever remembered speaking.

 You bit the inside of your cheek nervously as Jack looked at you with a twinkle in his eye. “I love a girl who isn’t afraid to speak her mind,” he laughed.

 Jack’s laugh made you laugh, the action relaxing your body. “So, which did you get?” you asked him, holding up your quarter.

 Jack shrugged, his hands extending in a “Who knows?” motion. “I didn’t get a chance to toss it. I saw you and just had to stop your choice, just in case you were extremely religious about finishing your game.”

 Again, you laughed. You could not remember the last time you felt your chest heave so much with laughter. “I can’t decide if I want to slap you for being such a flirt or let you drag me along with you on your journey.”

 Now, Jack laughed at your joke. “I’m hoping it’s neither and you let me take you somewhere.”

 “Like a date?” you blurted, possibly too quickly.

 “If you want to call it that,” he blushed, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck.

 You looked down at your feet as one absentmindedly drew invisible circles in the grass, the green blades bouncing back up with each passing. The quarter rolled between your fingers, your mind thinking about how long you should wait to give him an answer.

 You looked back up at Jack whose own head was tilted downward as he played with a quarter of his own. He was biting his own lip, his nerves showing.

 “I’ll make you a deal,” you said, Jack’s head shooting up to look at you. His eyes widened in anticipation for what you may say. “Tails yes, heads no.”

 Jack smirked. “How about tails my apartment for takeout of your choice, and heads your apartment for takeout of your choice?”

 You smiled, this game become your favorite already. “My choice of food either way? I’m game!” you exclaimed, your quarter soaring into the air just as a light breeze blew across your face.

 This time, Jack let you catch it. You flipped it onto the back of your hand, showing it to Jack.

 “So, what would you like for your first meal at the House of Jack?” Jack smiled, rubbing his hands together.

 You smiled at him, grateful to not be going to your tornado-torn apartment. “I love pizza,” you told him.

 “Wow, you already know the key to my heart,” he winked, taking your hand in his as the two of you begun walking.

 “Oh, I know the way to more than just a man’s heart,” you winked back, but quickly threw a hand over your mouth and mentally cursing yourself for saying something so utterly stupid.

 Even so, Jack laughed. “Not that I don’t want to, but I’m hoping to keep you around much, much longer than one night.”

 Your heart fluttered in your chest. It was as though it had grown wings like a butterfly, flapping those wings furiously to escape and land in Jack’s rough hands.

 “What?” Jack asked you. “Did I say something weirder than you?”

 You shook your head, a blush creeping up from the base of your neck. “No, of course not! Your weirdness doesn’t beat mine.”

 “Stick around. You’ll see some pretty weird things!” Jack said, kicking a rock off to the side of the grass when you reached the pavement.

 You giggled, enjoying the feeling of another’s company. It had been months since you held a conversation with someone for longer than five minutes, and you planned on savoring every second. “So, Jack.”

 “So, (Y/N),” he echoed, flashing a grin at you.

 “Tell me something you love.”

 He took a quick glance at you, scratching the back of his head. “Magic,” he threw out.

 You gasped, coming to a quick halt. “Me too!”

 “Oh, this is going to be the beginning to something great!” Jack smiled, wrapping his arms around you in a strong hug that you never wanted to leave.