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mara-xx217 · 2 years ago

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The Monsters' Favorite- Ch.31 Their Maiden (Special Episode: Starring the Knight and his Guards)

Wow... how long has it been since I wrapped up Monsters' Favorite? I couldn't resist making a little some thing for it after I fell in love with the Knight and his boys. (give thanks to @prettycutebunny for this lol)

Warnings: Gangbang, Oral, Creampies, Cuckolding

You heard the talk surrounding the newest arrivals to the Entity’s realms. An Italian nobleman and his traitorous knight. Scandalous! Vittorio made sure that everyone knew exactly how monstrous this knight and his guards were to the other survivors.

“They wrested control of my estate from my very hands!”

“They locked me in my own dungeon!”

“They tortured me for so long…”

Vittorio had a habit of picking at and rubbing his fingernails, as though he was reliving that singular moment over and over again. You could sympathize… but the overwhelming coolness you felt wouldn’t allow you to show it much at all.

Despite all the warnings (or, as you should know, because of said warnings) you found yourself wandering into that ruined little Italian village, a familiar whisper tickling your ear as a gentle tug at your waist led you along.

There was a smell of burned wood and scorched flesh- it was a smell that you hate that you’ve become accustomed to. Not unlike that charred chapel or Badham- You shuddered, footfalls faltering before you come to a stop.

You were being watched.

You were used to it by now. Always you were being watched, by someone or something. By HER. But this was someone new, you were sure of it. Not just by one pair of eyes, but by many. And they answered only to one.

The Knight was everything you imagined him to be. Tall, broad, dashing in his grime stained armour and surely something to behold underneath that hard exterior. You would get to know soon enough.

You were eager, willing to be his and his pack’s little maiden. Not a pure little thing, snow white and clean but marred and dirty. Used and nearly broken. But they didn’t mind. You weren’t unlike them. Servants to masters that are uncaring and harsh. You weren’t a mere object, but a woman to them. Warm and soft-

Never before had they pledged themselves to a maiden- fair and beautiful, they called you- regardless of her birth origin or her standing in society. They cared not for the tasks you performed, only that you gave yourself to them willingly and openly. And you did, then and there.

Rough leather and chilly metal left goosebumps in wake of the trails gauntleted hands made up the sides of your thighs. The smallest of the men, the Jailer, Alejandro, couldn’t help but to snicker the obvious-

“No undergarments?! She ain’t got no-! OOF-“ A sharp jab to his side silences his unneeded comments. It nearly makes you giggle- or perhaps you are just ticklish from such light touches.

When was the last time you laughed?

You didn’t mind getting on your knees. The ground was rough but the discomfort seemed to add to the moment. At least I’m your opinion. The Knight, Tarhos, was eager but his body language nor his voice gave anything away. His cock, however-

It twitched as your fingertips traveled down its length. Hmm… Your mouth was already watering and your core began to warm and ache. With little grace, you collect your saliva in your mouth and allow it to drip onto the head of his cock. He shivers slightly but gives no other indication he even acknowledged what you just did. You tucked a stray lock of your hair behind your ear and greedily swallowed half of his cock.

You didn’t mind the audience, for once. Two of them, the Assassin. Durkos, and the Carnifex, Sanders, were both quiet. Present, but quiet, simply watching you work your wonders in silent appreciation. Not judgement, appreciation. Tarhos was near silent, too, but he sighed and twitched every time you bobbed your head or sucked his member in a particularly harsh manner. But Alejandro? He was different from them all.

The Jailer was on the ground, level with you. First resting on his haunches he then sinks to his knees, facing you as you give his master head. He was talking to you- at least, maybe partly- or maybe he was just talking to himself. None of the words really hit you as you focused on your current task.

Bob your head up and down.

Suck harder, let go, swallow.

Trail your tongue down and wrap your lips around-

“Can I touch you?”

It left you a little surprised. Sure enough, it was the Jailer, Alejandro, that asked you such a thing. He rocked back and forth on his knees, body trembling as his breaths came out in short, excited bursts. You flutter your eyelashes, a bit touched that he even considered asking you- you!- such a thing, as though he didn’t know that you were a whore whose sole purpose was to be a toy for them to break as many times as they liked, whenever and however they liked. Still, he squirmed but didn’t make any other movements until you shyly nodded and whispered.

“Of course… In any way you wish.”

This must be something they all have an agreement on. You weren’t used to being shared willingly. It was… nice not being subjected to violence for once. Tarhos rested his gloved hand on your head, pushing your hair back as he nonverbally encouraged you to continue your previous actions. Boney fingers gently brushed against your shoulder before a palm slid across the back of your neck. An arm looped around your shoulder as a sharp face pressed itself into your warm neck, lukewarm breath tickling your skin as a mouth eagerly envelopes around your sensitive skin.

“Hrmm-”

In your peripheral vision, you see the other two- Durkos and Sander- simply watching from afar. One leans against a wall and the other stands with his arms crossed, not annoyed but simply observing. Waiting. Patiently… Between your legs, heat began to pulse in rhythm with the bobbing of your head.

You whimper as the suction of Alejandro’s mouth was broken with a loud, wet pop! His attention wandered up your neck and settled on the shell of your ear. One of his hands cupped your breast, massaging and fondling it as he pinched your already hardened nipple between two of his fingers. As a whine rises in the back of your throat, the Jailer chuckles.

“You’re so good… Where’dya learn?” His hand slipped under the neck of your dress. You hummed, removing Tarhos’s cock from your mouth.

“Hmm… practice.” He giggles, his entire body shakes, from his fingertips all the way to his feet.

“Hehe…” Alejandro moves his other hand behind your neck.

“I’d like to see what else you can do…” He purrs into your ear. A jolt of pleasure shoots down your spine and settles in your core. Oh fuck…

As much as you like fucking out in the open, it was a little cumberson on your body. And it’s hard to give a show when you can only be on your knees or standing… You whine a little, tugging on Tarhos’s cuirass, pulling away from the pressure he had steadily applied to the back of your head. He allows you to pull away with little resistance.

“Hmm… Do you think we could go inside? Perhaps… there? You point to a ruined building whose doors were all ripped off their hinges. He pauses but nods, grunting softly. Both he and the Jailer help you to your feet, the latter all but draping himself around you as you follow Tarhos, Durkos and Sander into the building.

Dark and dank… but the floor is smooth and there are stairs and other things that can be used as seating. You certainly couldn’t complain. You direct Tarhos to sit on the stairs and he does with hardly a sound as he sits down. His armour clanked and settled heavily as he came to rest. He sighs in relief. You can’t help but to worry your lip and wonder what other noises you can get him to make…

Maybe it was you that was to make all the noise. Sinking down onto the Knight’s dick, you felt yourself accommodate him perfectly. Just as you should. Nice and tight, a little uncomfortable, but he fit all the way to the hilt and then some.

There was something so undeniably hot about the first time you fuck someone new. How will they react? Will they be considerate and gentle? Will they take what they want and leave you still needing? Or maybe they will kill you somewhere in the middle and have all the fun without you really there… Tarhos leaned back and allowed you to set the pace. He didn’t touch you in the beginning, rather, he merely watched as you bounced on his cock. But you weren’t left alone.

No, to your surprise, fingers combed their way through your hair and craned your neck to the side. Your lips met the Jailer’s, too toothy and wet but you didn’t really mind. How could you when the gesture was so sweet? You moaned into his mouth, your pace faltering slightly as a hand slid down the small of your back.

It wasn’t Tarhos’s, who’s hands had found your hips, kneading them and pulling you forward ever so slightly. No, it was Alejandro’s, who slowly and steadily pressed you further and further down onto his master’s cock.

Ohh…

It’s been a while since you’ve had multiple partners at once. Never before had you had ones that were so patient or hands on. Not like this. It was thrilling. You liked being watched so it shouldn’t be a stretch to think that being assisted like this would turn you on as well. And it fucking did.

You felt a wave of pleasure crash over you as a tongue slipped into your mouth. He was now directing your pace and movements. You followed his guidance. Speed up, slow down. Deeper- no, shallower. All the way down and grind-

The Knight shuddered underneath you, his cock throbbing against your core as warmth flooded inside of you. You whimpered into the Jailer’s mouth, twitching as you cum, yourself.

There’s so much- Fuck! R-Right there…!

You lift yourself off his dick. Slowly. You don’t know whether or not you should hold his cum inside of you or try to push it out for his men to see. Curious fingers press into your throbbing cunt. You shudder and clench around them. They are slender and cool, bumping against you as it feels around for-

There-

Your insides were coated in cum. A wet squelch punctuated every movement, no matter how small or subtle. Alejandro seemed to rather enjoy what he was feeling, so he broke free from your chasing lips and excitedly asked.

“My turn?!”

You could only nod, face flushed and legs weak, but it was more than enough for him. You squeaked as you were pulled off of the Knight’s lap. Before you could regain your footing, you were pushed against the wall. Using your arms you brace yourself, standing a little awkwardly with your ass sticking out and your chest against the stone wall. You shiver as the Jailer looms over you from behind.

“Hmm… just like that…” He purrs in your ear. A shiver causes you to choke on your breath as one of his hands smooths up your dress and against your bare torso. Ahh-

He was much, much different than his commander. Alejandro’s cock wasn’t nearly as big as his, but fuck he didn’t give you any room for control or to even breathe! The pace was so fast it fucking hurt but you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it.

Drool ran down your shoulder and onto your collarbone. The man currently fucking your brains out whined about how fucking good you felt. How tight you were, how wet- how sloppy you were… And you were. Fuck… you were slick with cum and even more cum when he suddenly finishes inside of you.

You were left unable to stand and nearly sinking to your knees. Alejandro kindly held you upright before you could. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he hoisted you back up to your feet and pulled you back towards the stairs. You fell onto his lap, his cock still out and standing proud. He nuzzled into your neck as he groped your chest.

“Are you okay, little swan?” He cooed as you shifted and wiggled against the stiff warmth that fit itself snuggly into the cleft of your ass.

“Hrmm… Mmhmm…” A soreness was blooming inside of you but it was luckily overwhelmed by the heat that was still present in your core. You raised your hips and blindly reached underneath you to grasp hold of the Jailer’s still hard member.

“Ohh?” A pleasant surprise. You had more than enough stamina and drive to keep up with all four of them, you were certain of it. If not… well, you would make due regardless.

You need to get a feel for them. What they want, what makes them tick… You are a means to an end for them. They can fuck you, kill you, love you or hate you but it doesn’t really matter. In the end, you are whatever they want you to be, whether it be a whore turning tricks, a thing to corrupt and maim, or even an unfortunate maiden in need of rescuing. Whatever they wanted you would provide, one way or another.

Whether it’s one after another or all at once, whether they want to hurt you, make you scream, make you cry and wail, whether they want to be soft or gentle, you are there for their amusement alone. Though… it is nice when they are neither cruel nor brutal with you.

You were exhausted yet somehow still feeling that slow, aching throb inside of you. Somehow, you didn’t realize you had shifted onto yet another man’s lap. Not the Knight’s, not the Jailer’s, not the Carnifex’s, that’s for sure… The Assassin, Durkos, had sat you on his thighs with your back against his chest. But he wasn’t fucking you, no, he didn’t even have his dick out.

It was a little embarrassing… Having no underwear on, your legs were parted on either side of his lap so you were more or less completely exposed. Your face was already heated but you found your temples throbbing when his rough hand smoothed its way up one of your thighs.

Sweat and other bodily fluids caused your skin to feel sticky and clammy. It was disgusting but it also felt kinda good… You were dirty and spent yet you were still being treated as though you were made of porcelain. Like you were still something pretty and to be admired… Fingers crept up towards the valley of your thighs and you couldn’t muster the strength to do much else other than whimper softly under your breath.

Your thighs tensed and jumped as your swollen clit was grazed by drifting fingertips. Shit… you’re so sensitive-

The Assassin didn’t make any sharp or rough movements as his fingers dipped into your throbbing entrance. They slipped inside with ease, both from the ample lubricant coating your walls and from how stretched you were from the poundings you received earlier. The gentle ministrations were soothing in comparison to your precious rough treatment. Rough… but not cruel, you thought.

His movements were precise yet unpracticed. Durkos was exploring you while also trying to make you feel good. How sweet… You shifted in his lap and closed your eyes, sighing as the coil inside of you slowly began to tighten with each dip of his fingers.

In and out.

Rub in circles.

Dip back in.

Press to the roof…

“Ahh…”

It was a quiet one, not intense but still pleasant. The remaining cum inside of you was pushed out, tricking down between the cleft of your ass and likely down onto the Assassin’s lap. The pulses of pleasure swiftly turned hot and you found that, when you clenched your muscles, it was unbelievably sore and downright painful. A part of you was ready for it to continue. It usually does… Yet…

It didn’t. You said you were done and they said they were done, too. Huh… That’s… nice. You didn’t need help going to the threshold of the realm but they all accompanied and carried you, anyway. You got to return to the survivor’s camp, not only in one piece but genuinely satisfied and eager for the next time that you would encounter them.

Whether it be in a trial or in off time, the Knight and his Guards might be the first killers that you visit on your own volition. They really know how to show a lady a good time… though they certainly could learn a thing or two from you, you think…

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @slutwithadegree, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine

#dead by daylight #dbd #dbd the knight #dbd the knight x reader #dbd the knight's guards #tarhos kovács x reader #tarhos kovács #the monsters' favorite #return of an oldie

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bet-on-me-13 · 1 month ago

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Bruce Wayne was never Batman.

So! The night that Bruce Wayne's parents got shot, he developed an Unbreakable Resolve. He needed to get rid of the Crime that had taken his Parents away from him, no matter what.

But that night, he also developed a deep-seated fear of Death. He was face to face with his own Demise and instead of dying himself he saw his Parents die instead. He was Terrified of ending up like them.

But he still needed to stop Crime. He couldn't just let criminals go unpunished, and while he was still using his wealth to try and prevent it before it began, he knew there needed to be something to stop crime After it had been committed. And the Cops were useless on that Front.

He eventually found a solution while looking through his Parents Family Heirlooms.

Ancient Books dating back to the founding of Gotham and even before then, telling of a Creature from another world who his Ancestors had helped in the Past. A Being of Fear and Shadow, who owed a debt to the Wayne Family. He needed that Being. A Monster of Shadows and Fear was exactly the answer to scaring criminals away from committing crimes and punishing those who did.

But he needed to find the Being from another world first.

So he left home, traveling across the Globe training with the best Magicians and Demonologists in the world in search of the Monster who owed his Family a Debt. His travels took him far, from the streets of LA where he met a man named Zatara, to the Snowy Mountains of Nanda Parbat where he learned of the Lazarus Pits and the Demon's that came out of them.

While studying the Lazarus Pits, he was trained by the organization who guarded them. They despised Weakness, and while their leader was in awe of his Intelect he was less impressed by his body's conditioning. If he was to study the Lazarus Pits, he would first have to earn the Right in Combat.

He eventually managed to pass their Tests and eventually left them, having handed over a Copy of his research as the price for being allowed to Study the Pits.

Years later, he finally returned to Gotham, fully equipped to Summon the Being that owed him a Debt.

Bruce drew up the Summoning Circle as perfectly as he possibly could, he had one shot at it.

A drop of his blood and a splash of Lazarus Water later, and the Circle began to glow an ominous Green. Slowing, a shifting shadow began to emerge from the Circle, at first only a mass of writhing darkness before their form Solidified.

The Books he had found on the Spirit said that it would take the form of the Summoners Greatest Fear, which just so happened to be Bats for Bruce. The Form that the Spirit chose reflected that, with large Dark Wings falling over their form as if they were a Cape, and horns looking like the Ears of a Bat. From the Darkness, two glowing eyes appeared.

"Spirit, hear me. My name if Bruce Wayne, and I am calling in the Debt owed to my Family centuries ago. My City is plagued with crime and malice, rotting from its Core. My efforts to prevent Crime from the side of the Light have been in vain, Crime persists despite my efforts. In order for my vision to be fulfilled, the Criminals of this City must have their hearts pierced by Fear. Fear of Retribution. Fear of Consequences. Fear of Vengeance."

Thoughout bis Speech, the Shadowed Figure stayed silent.

"That is why I have called you here. I want you to stalk these streets, punish the criminals of this City and strike fear into their hearts from the shadows, so that they know to stay in the light. I don't want you to Kill them, never kill them. Let them live with that fear in their Hearts until their final days."

After he finished his speech, the Figure finally spoke.

"Your Quest is an Honorable one. You seek the betterment of your people's, and are unafraid to resort to drastic measures to achieve that goal. It reminds me of my Liege's resolve." It Spoke, it's voice low and rumbling. "Very Well. From this day forth, I shall protect your City from the Darkness in its own Heart. I shall be your Dark Knight."

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Had this idea out of nowhere and needed to write it down. In this AU, Bruce still wants to protect his City from crime, but is understandably traumatized from seeing the Deaths of his Parents. He has a deep-seated fear of Dying, so he chooses to forgo fighting crime himself.

Instead, he finds out about a Spirit that his Ancestors helped long ago, and decides that the most logical next step out be to Summon a Demon to protect his City. Instead of training his Body for a decade to become Batman, he trains his Mind and Studies as much about Magic and Demon's as Possible.

He still knows how to fight because he trained with the League. He approached them with an offer to study the Lazarus Pits and give them his findings, and they accepted. But Ra's didn't want a weakling on his Base so he also required Bruce to train his body. He saw his potential for combat, and was so disappointed that Bruce had chosen a different path. He could have been Great!

Bruce still has a thing with Talia that produces Damian, he is still a point of interest from Ra's since he is insanely smart and has huge potential, and he knows how to fight pretty well. Albeit not as well as in Canon.

Bruce becomes the Benefactor/Guy in the Chair for Fright Knight (who is the one he summoned if you couldn't tell), who looks like a "Bat Man" because of Bruce's fear of Bats. Fright Knight agreed to this because 1.) He had a debt to pay, 2.) Bruce reminded him of Danny, and 3.) He respected Bruce's ballsyness to Summon a demon and command it to protect people.

Bruce still adopts his Kids, but there are some changes.

Dick is adamant about fighting Crime, and eventually Bruce is forced to let him go on patrol with Fright Knight, who has started going by Batman. Thankfully Frighty managed to give him some blessings so he had minor powers and would be safer.

Jason is mostly the same, and he is so excited that Robin actually IS Magical. When he dies, Fright Knight, who had gotten attached to their Family, goes into the Zone to search for him. He is unsuccessful unfortunately.

Tim is kind of funny. He figured out that Dick was Robin, and Jason was the 2nd Robi , but assumed that Bruce was Batman. When he approached Bruce about becoming Robin so he would stop going down his violent Cycle, Bruce Redirected him to talk to Fright Knight, who was not taking his failure to find Jason well.

Damien grew up knowing that his Father was a Genius, and the Master of the Batman, which gave him a bit of an Ego. At first he thought of Fright Knight as a Servant, and tried to command him like he did with Alfred. Frighty corrected him quickly enough.

Any more ideas for this AU? I have so many, but I think I need to stop for now.

#Dpxdc #Dp x dc #Dcxdp #Dc x dp #Danny Phantom #Dc #Dcu #Fright Knight is Batman #Bruce Wayne is not Batman #8 yr old Bruce Wayne saw that his family had a Demon/Monster/God of Fear on a Debt and decided that it was a great idea to use it #Bruce is basically Fright Knight's Sugar Daddy #Since Fright Knight usually stays in the Cave and occasionally the Manor when it's not Nighttime #Bruce buys him things for no apparent reason #Bruce basically adopted Fright Knight into the Family #As a Brother not a Son #Just thinking of the shenanigans this could lead to #Steph gets up from a nap and opens her door only to see a Wave of Pure Shadows pour down the Hall being chased by a pissed off Alfred #“I don't care if you don't need to Eat! You are going to join us for Family Dinner and you will like it!”#Cass likes to hide in Frighty's shadows #He let's her #She's the favorite niece #I wonder how his interactions with the Justice League would go?#How would that even work actually?#Would Bruce just put on a costume and pretend to be him?#Or would they JLA have to deal with an Eldritch God of Fear sitting 2 seats down every time they want to have a Meeting

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