Imagine being Bruce’s daughter and a Homo magi. Trained by Zatara you end up meeting John Constantine.
Relationship: Family and Lover
Fandom: DC Comics
Character: Batboys and John Constantine
Bruce couldn’t have known that your mother was a homo magi, she didn’t leave a note on you that saying “Here’s your daughter Bruce. P.S. Watch for magical powers in the future.” When she left you on the Wayne manor steps, so imagine his and Alfred’s surprised when you were casting “fake” spells and real things were happening. Luckily he knew who to turn to, John Zatara, a well-known magic user and the only one he really trusted with his daughter. You stayed with Zatara and his daughter till your powers were under your control. Bruce would visit every week and had even brought your adoptive younger brother Dick. With your power under control, you believe you were ready to fight like you father and Zatara. Bruce did not, so most of your childhood was full of training from magical to combat. You were twenty when you met John Constantine, a cocky English man with a sharp tongue, anti-social attitude, and willingness to do whatever it took to get the job done. Constantine needed Zatara for some help but the older magi was called away on League business leaving you with the blonde trench coat wearing Brit.
“Maybe you could help me, love.” He spoke lighting a cigarette, the smell burnt you noise. Quickly you grab it from his lips throwing it on the ground and stomped it out.
“Want my help don’t smoke in front of me.” He glared at you and you glared back, he let out a sigh and set to work telling you what he needed help with.
Detroit Become Human: Simon Relationship Headcanons
Thank you to the anon who requested this, gotta love me some Simon!!!
First of all, the boy is loyal af
You will never have to worry about him cheating on you. Never ever ever.
Even so,that loyalty leaves him a little…vulnerable
He will need a little reassurance from you to know for definite that you are loyal to him
He is definitely a romantic
Your first date had to be the works- flowers, nice plate to eat or to spend time in (dependant on whether you’re human or android) and of course he’s paying
He is a total gentlemen the entire time
Once you get into your relationship, this boy is the absolute sweetest man ever
He is kind, warm and always lends an ear if you need to talk
Even so, any sort of physical contact will make him freeze, and it’s not just physical contact
You smile, Simon freezes
You hold his hand, Simon freezes
You kiss his cheek, Simon freezes
This poor boi gets flustered way too easily
Don’t get me started on when he tries to initiate affection
He has to have at least 30 minutes of a pep talk with himself before he can bring himself to hold your hand
While Simon is romantic, it does take him a while to actually say “I love you”
He’s very shy and, while his past is uncertain, it has caused him to be a bit restrained when it comes to matters like love
But when he does say it, it’s genuine and happy
He’s probably planned a big speech and all, but when it comes down to the moment he can’t remember a thing
So he’s just sat there, slightly awkward and stiff
And you get very worried and gently cup his cheek
“Simon? You okay?”
He turns to you slightly and you just melt from the amount of love in his eyes
He says it
“…I love you.”
It’s such a quiet and soft whisper, it’s barely audible, but you hear it
“Oh Simon, I love you too.”
You both lean in and oops you’re kissing
Ooops Simon.exe has ceased to function
Alright, let’s tackle a large topic
NIckNamEs
Sweetheart
Love
My love
My heart
Beautiful
Lovely
Angel
You name it, he has called you it at least once
But he’s not very open about it
It’s usually a quiet whisper in your ear as he gently hugs you from behind
Overall Simon is a quiet and soft boi in general
He loves reading with you
(He kinda bought glasses just so he could see your reaction to him in them…he now wears them regularly)
He loves hugging you
Very gently
Just wraps you up in a soft cocoon of love
Cheek kisses
Everyday
Nose kisses
Eskimo kisses
Proper lip kisses are saved for special moments
He is very gentle with you
(Please be gentle back)
He loves you dearly and, after settling into the relationship he will remind you of it daily
He lives for the soft quiet moments in which he can just hold you
He can forget about his rocky past
He can forget about the revolution
And its just you two
Please remind Simon that he is loved
He needs it
Even if he just says that he’s okay
He’s not
He’s one to shoulder peoples burdens without question
Sometimes you need to be his rock and his comfort
He loves you and you love him
All in all its a very soft and living relationship
Stiles
whimpered as I rasped into his ear. I never thought I’d get so much
satisfaction out of blindfolding my boyfriend, handcuffing him to a chair, and
reducing him to incoherent begging. But this was all his idea.
When Stiles had so casually
suggested over pizza that we spice up our sex life, I was caught off guard—and
a little offended. Did he think I was too boring? Too… vanilla? Stiles was the
only one I’d ever been with and up until that conversation, I assumed he was
just as satisfied as I was with our usual routine. After fumbling apologies, he
explained that that was precisely the
problem. Routine. Predictability. Formula.
So that’s how he wound up
taking me to his closet and showing me the handcuffs he’d stolen from his dad
last summer and asked me to dominate him.
Things were awkward at
first to say the least, but I think I surprised both of us with how proficient
I was at… the kinky stuff.
Stiles
panted, “I’m all yours, only yours. Please, baby…”
Without
warning, I fisted his hair and sharply tugged his head back.
“What
was that, pet? Did we forget something?” I taunted. His Adam’s apple bobbed up
and down the elegance of his outstretched neck as he gulped.
“Ma’am,
sorry—I meant ma’am,” he stuttered.
“Good
boy,” I cooed, lining kisses up the column of his throat.
“Only
for you,” he breathed, gasping when I bit down on his bottom lip and gently
tugged.
“Oh,
you’re too sweet,” I praised. I tried not to revert back to my normal self, who
would typically swoon at Stiles’ compliments. I tried to remember that I needed
to stay in character. For Stiles. This was his fantasy and I was here to make his
dreams come true.
With
that in mind, I begrudgingly pulled away. His bottom lip jutted outwards in a
pout as he stomped his foot in retaliation.
“Look
at you, pet.” I slowly circled Stiles, the clicking of my heels communicating
my location. “Do you know how beautiful you are right now? With your hair all
in disarray, your mouth so red and open like that…”
I
came up behind Stiles and slowly ran my palms down his chest. My nails
scratched his nipples on my way down and he gasped. Stiles turned so that his
cheek nuzzled against my arm.
“Do
you really think I’m beautiful?”
I
smiled; he sounded so small and vulnerable beneath me, like he was clinging to
every word, every touch.
“Of course, pet,” I
replied softly. “You’re so fucking beautiful, I can’t stand it.”
Stepping in front of him,
I untied Stiles’ blindfold and pried it loose. I almost sighed in relief when
he finally blinked his eyes open and I encountered his warm, brown irises.
“Welcome back, pet. How’s
the view?”
“[y/n]…” Stiles gave me a
once over. I flushed red as he took in my outfit, his eyes going wide. I stood
in front of him only in a pair of matching black bra and panties. He helplessly
struggled against the cuffs, his shoulders spasming away from the chair.
“Please, let me touch
you,” Stiles pleaded. “I need to touch you.”
“Now, now, let’s not get
impatient,” I teased.
I took him in. He was
even more beautiful up close. This might be my new favorite Stiles, with his
cheeks dusted red, sweat matting his hair to his forehead, veins straining
against his neck because it’s all he can do to not to explode as my hands
trailed up his thighs.
Bracing myself on his
shoulders, I descended onto his lap. “Do you have any idea what you do to me,
Stiles? How hard it is to control myself around you? How wet you make me?”
“God, [y/n], you’re
driving me crazy…”
“Good. Then you finally
know how it feels.” I smirked. “But don’t worry, pet. I’m gonna take good care
of you.”
“Fuck, [y/n]—touch me,
please,” Stiles quietly pleaded. His words sparked fire inside me, heat rushed
directly to my core. I involuntarily arched my hips against his crotch,
grinding down on him. Stiles let out a throaty moan.
“Now, I know you can ask
nicer than that.”
“Please, I’ll be good,
I’ll be so good for you, ma’am. I’ll do anything you want. I can’t take it
anymore. Please,” Stiles begged. Sweat collected on his top lip as he spoke.
The prominent bulge in his pants confirmed his pleas.
“Hmm, now was that so
hard?” I rolled my hips once more against him, relishing in the way his
erection hardened against my panties.
“Fucking hell, yes—God
that feels so good. Just like that. Yes, anything. Please, I want to touch
you.”
I leaned forward and
clamped my teeth down on the shell of his ear. Stiles buried his face into my
shoulder and groaned.
“Patience, pet. All in
good time,” I whispered. I pulled back momentarily, then closed my mouth over
his lips. He wasted no time as he shoved his tongue into my mouth, grazing over
my teeth. I responded immediately, unable to contain my moans at his urgency. I
grabbed the sides of his face and mushed our lips harder together.
While Stiles was
preoccupied with my mouth, I unbuckled his belt and snuck my hand into his
pants, rubbing him over his boxers. He bucked his hips into my palm, causing me
to gasp.
“Eager, are we?” I
playfully mocked.
“You have no idea.”
I grinned down at him.
“In a moment, I’m going to uncuff you. And when I do, you are not allowed to
touch me unless I tell you to. You are not allowed to come until I tell you to.
You are not allowed to do anything
unless I tell you to. If you obey, you will be rewarded. If you don’t, you will
be punished. Do we have an understanding, pet?”
Stiles bit his bottom lip
and gazed up at me.
“Y-yes.”
I lovingly stroked his
hair. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I smiled warmly at him.
“Perfect.”
I made a show of reaching
into my bra, pulling out a small metal key. As I stepped around to Stiles’
joined hands, I heard him exhale. I inserted the key into the lock and turned.
As soon as I heard the small click!, Stiles pulled his arms forward and above,
stretching and rowing. I merely stared at his back, captivated by the way his
muscles moved under his skin, ebbing and flowing with his movements.
Passively, I wondered if
Stiles would continue to comply as earnestly with my demands.
“Alright, remember what I
said,” I warned as I stepped around. I used his shoulders as leverage and leaned
down low in front of him. “You’ll do exactly as I say, right?”
Stiles nodded this time
as he blatantly stared at my cleavage, smirking as he rubbed his wrist. I
couldn’t help but blush, feeling some of my authority slip away. He continued
to silently watch me, his knees spread open in a wide stance.
I shot up and crossed my
arms over my chest, suddenly insecure. I cocked my head to the side.
“What the hell are you
staring at?”
“Sorry, you’re just so
goddamn beautiful.” Stiles leaned forward, his hand reaching forward as he
brushed his fingertips against my mid thigh.
I swiftly slapped the
back of his hand, the resounding smack! reverberating through the room. I smirked
at Stiles’s shocked expression and cupped his cheek, forcing him to look up.
“Stiles?” I said sweetly.
“Yeah?”
“What did I say about
touching me?”
“Said not to,” he
mumbled.
“Good. Try something like
that again, and I’ll make you regret ever suggesting this. Now, take off your
clothes.”
Stiles faltered slightly,
then recovered almost immediately as he stood up and cooperated. He maintained eye
contact the whole time as he kicked off his shoes and socks. He pulled his belt
loose and shoved his pants down, standing completely naked before me with his
arms crossed over his chest, mirroring my stance.
He quirked an eyebrow, like
he was challenging me to make my next move. I kept my head high, refusing to
cower away.
“Right,” I began confidently.” “Go lay down.”
I motioned dismissively
towards the bed.
He nodded and obeyed. I
trailed behind him, not too subtly checking out his ass. I stopped at the foot
of the bed, pausing to admire the sight before me. Stiles had chosen to lay
down completely flat with his legs crossed and his hands joined together behind
his head. He had that same smirk adorning his expression, that familiar air of
arrogance he knew would turn me on.
I stood at the foot of
the bed, staring down at him.
“We had a little bit of a
slip up, but you’ve been good aside from that. I think you deserve a reward
now, don’t you?” I tapped my chin, pretending to consider something.
“Yes, m…“ Stiles trailed
off as I began to crawl over him. When I continued past his waist, his breath
hitched. “Fuck. Fuck.”
Biting my lip, I stifled
a string of nervous laughter as I came up to straddle his head, one knee on
either side of his face. I reached down to stroke his hair and looked directly
into the pair of amber eyes that peeked out from between my thighs.
“Can we try something
new, pet?”
Stiles nodded fervently.
I shivered as his warm,
frantic breaths fanned over my wet core.
“I—“ I was cut off by my
own giggle as I pondered the absurdity of my next statement. “I was wondering
if I could ride your face.”
Without even replying,
Stiles set into action. He didn’t even close his eyes as he pulled me all the
way down and placed a kiss right on my panty-clad sex.
“Stiles!” I yelped. I
gripped his headboard to keep from crushing him as my knees gave out.
He cheekily winked at my
reaction before shoving my underwear aside and leaning forward to run his
tongue over the entire expanse of my bare slit. He clasped my thighs, squeezing
the soft flesh. In turn, they clamped tighter around his head as my back concaved
inward, unable to handle his sudden lapping against my sensitivity.
“Does that feel good,
baby? Do you like it when I do that?” Stiles urged.
“Yeah that-ah! That,
that’s good. Like that,” I stuttered out, too enraptured to correct his use of
pet name.
“I want to make you feel
good. I’m gonna make this so good for you, baby. You’re gonna come so hard.”
“God, Stiles…” I moaned
as Stiles continued to mutter some of the filthiest things he’s ever said. He
punctuated his promises by sucking furiously on my overly-stimulated bundle of
nerves.
“Fuck!” I cried out when
he suddenly grazed his teeth around my clit. As if that wasn’t enough, he
proceeded to tug on it and rapidly flicked his tongue against it, effectively
turning my legs into jelly.
I nearly keeled over when
Stiles slipped in two fingers without warning. I gripped to the headboard for
dear life as Stiles edged me towards climax.
“Shit, Stiles. I can’t,
I’m gonna, I’m—“ My brain shut down as my orgasm took over. I reached down and
tugged on Stiles’s hair, burying his face deeper inside me. As my mind turned
to mush, I rode out my orgasm on his face, just like I said I would.
I’d never felt dirtier or
sexier as Stiles lapped up my dripping slit, his hands grasping my ass so
tight.
My
vision felt slightly foggy to match the state of my thoughts. I squeaked when
Stiles started kissing the quivering flesh of my inner thigh, breaking me out
of my post-orgasm haze. I was still giddy as fuck as I collapsed on the bed
beside Stiles.
“Woah…
fuck. Are you okay, Stiles? Did I hurt you?”
“No,
of course not! I’m fine, I’m fine but—how did I do? Was that good? Did I do a
good job?” Stiles rambled. Looking over, Stiles was gazing at me starry-eyed,
his cheeks flushed and wet, mouth swollen and pink. I nearly came again at the
satisfaction of knowing that I did
that to him. Because he’d asked me
to.
“You
did amazing, pet,” I panted. “What about me? With the whole… domination… thing.”
“Baby,
that was the hottest thing I have ever experienced. You were fucking fantastic.
We’re doing this again,” Stiles stated matter-of-factly.
I felt heat spread across my chest and up my neck. I
leaned over and kissed him roughly and I could smell myself on his face and
taste myself on his tongue and the paradox of it all was a bit overwhelming,
that he could do so many dirty things to me and still be so innocent and he
made me feel so free but I knew I was tethered, so wholeheartedly anchored to
this boy.
I pulled
back and pecked his nose, which he crinkled in response. I giggled at his
expression. “God, stop being so cute all the time.”
Stiles smiled shyly and
ducked his head.
“You first.”
I
snorted and extended my arm towards him.
“C’mere.”
Stiles snuggled into my embrace, nuzzling his face cozily into my
chest. I ran my fingers through his scalp, mumbled sweet nothings into his
hair. “I’m actually going to love you forever. You know that, right?”
Stiles
looked up and frowned at me before leaning forward and placing a kiss right
under my chin.
“I
mean, I’m going to, so you might as
well,” he sarcastically replied. Old Stiles was back.
I
kissed his forehead in response. Stiles started to feel heavier on my form.
“Wait, no! Don’t fall
asleep! I still have to, you know…”
“Whaaat,” Stiles whined.
“I have to return the
favor.”
Stiles’s looked at me so
witheringly unamused, he could’ve put Derek’s resting bitch face to shame.
“I love you, [y/n], but
you’re fucked out. And so am I. Go to sleep.”
He resumed his position
snoozing on my chest. I nearly protested, but decided I really was too tired,
and opted instead to continue stroking his hair. We slept for hours.
The next morning, I sucked
him awake, and we both agreed that I’d effectively returned the favor.
