Rafe takes flower nymph!readers virginity… in a flower bed.
Pjo x obx au masterlist
Ever since Rafe met you that one night while training, his visits became more and more frequent, you welcomed the man and watched his training each time, and he watched you grow your flowers.
He was much more kind than some of the other Ares campers. To you he was, at least. He didn’t know why, but he felt the need to be close to you, to be with you all the time. He felt the need to be gentle and slow with you, he didn’t want to go fast, as if you were a delicate little flower yourself.
So, he’s patient as he sits on the rock, while you talk about something while working on your latest addition to the garden.
“I like it over here, really, I do. But sometimes, I question if I’m missing stuff out there. In the real world. Outside of camp.” You rambled on while you watered the plants, your voice so quiet it was hard for Rafe to even hear. But he nodded along to each word anyways, your voice like a soothing lullaby to him.
“Yeah. I know what you mean.” He replied, his voice equally as quiet as to not interrupt you or the animals around you.
You look back at the man with a small smile, standing up, and wiping the dirt from your hands. You sat on the rock next to him, both of you staring at each other before his hand slowly snaked towards your thigh.
He looked at you for any reaction, any signs of hesitance. There wasn’t any. Your smile remains on your face, and you put your hand on top of his, before scooting closer, so that both of your guys legs and shoulders touched. His other hand went to your face, cupping it, he stared into your beautiful eyes.
“Can I… kiss you?” He asked you softly, your nod being all he needed to lean in and capture your lips in his, mouths moving together, his other hand went to your face as well, your hands were wrapped around his neck.
The kiss turned into more, you both found yourselves on the ground of one of your flower beds. You laying on the soft grass and pink flowers while he stared down at you.
“Are you sure you wanna do this?” He asked you.
You nodded, hesitating before telling him. “I do. But, Rafe…”
“Yeah?”
“I- I’m a virgin.” You admitted quietly, casting your eyes downwards and trying to avoid his eyes, scared of what he might say.
He processed the words before a smile made its way onto his face. He was going to be your first.
“That’s okay.” He replied. “I’ll be gentle, promise.” He held his pinky out, you looked back at the man on top of you, and your smile was back on your face when you interlocked your pinky with his.
He leaned down again, giving you a quick kiss before he raked his eyes down your body. He grabbed the end of your dress, on his knees to pull it above your body slowly. He sighed heavily when the fabric was off, he truly did not know how he was gonna last when you were this perfect.
“Jesus.” He murmured out, you furrowing an eyebrow at his reaction, confused as to if he meant it in a good or bad way.
“You’re perfect.” He told you, looking back into your eyes, your cheeks heating up at his compliment. His hands went to the back of your bra, unclasping it with one hand, then looking down.
He took his shirt off, then his pants, until nothing was on his body. You still had your white panties- a little bow on the front that made him chuckle when he looked at them.
“I don’t know if-“ you suddenly spoke when you eyed his length, your mouth agape. “How am I supposed to…”
“I’ll be slow. Like a…” he looked around, seeing a little small snail nearby on one of the plants. “Snail. Like a snail. If you wanna stop-“
“I don’t!” You quickly interrupted, he chuckled at your eagerness. “Please… keep going.” You whispered the last part.
“Yes ma’am.” He said, pulling your panties to the side, lowly groaning at the sight. It took every ounce of strength in his body to not destroy you right now. But he was a gentleman… or something like that.
His fingers gathered your slick, you moaning at the new feeling, throwing your head back against the flowers. “H-holy…”
“We’re just gettin’ started, dove.” He told you, eyes looking up at you as he slid a finger into your warm walls, sucking him in like a vice.
“O-oh!” You cried out.
He groaned again. “Goddamn you’re gonna kill me one day.” He told you quietly, moving his finger in and out slowly.
After he made you cum and stretched you out with his fingers, he lined his cock up with your entrance, looking into your eyes as he slowly pushed in. Your hands were wrapped around him, your nails leaving crescent marks as you dug into the skin of his back.
You gasped, feeling full of him. It was like all your thoughts disappeared as he sunk into you, your mind consumed by the thought of him.
It was that night that Rafe knew he would never let go of you, he would hold on forever if he had to.
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I've been replaying Hades recently and Zagreus is just *chef's kiss*
Imagine Zagreus actually makes it to Dionysus's realm and hits it off with Nymph!Reader? 👀 (I feel like Dionysus would be the best/worst wingman ever lol. "Hey, sweet Nymph, my man Zagreus here thinks you're pretty great! You guys should talk. Just give me a shout if you need more drinks, or a room, or a third--")
Yes!!! Zagreua is just the best boy!! 💕
Masterlist 12
You are surprised that the Underworld’s royal heir is at such a scene but you don’t mind
He is quite easy on the eyes and keeps looking over in your direction, shooting you flirty looks
Dionysus is in his domain admiring you both and wants to set this plan into motion
“Zagreus, be a dear and go talk to them. I would hate to let such a party be a waste.”
“My beloved, loyal nymph, I know you better than any and you are not as shy as you play to be. Show the godling a good time.”
Wine loosens your lips, inhibitions and you and Zag look around each other
The rosy cheeks and shy looks darting back and forth just make him too irresistible
He tries to be the gentleman the Underworld raised him as but when you finally manage a kiss, he’d rather forget all formalities
anakins been on a planet for awhile for a mission. on a day off he’s just taking a walk down a forest. he remembers reading tales about these forests when he was a young boy. then he spots a nymph woman. and the whole thing about nymphs is that they have no men in their species right? so anakin is calm and tried not to startle her, but the nymph comes over and starts touching him cause she’s never seen a man or the male anatomy before. this slowly leads to them making out for sure. anakin takes her back to the small cabin he’s staying at, and keeps her with them and makes love to her 🩷
This is such a beautiful, gorgeous idea I simply cannot leave it and not scream over it. I had to elaborate so much more about it, I am screaming. I skipped the cabin part because yes, mwah.
Obi-Wan constantly told him to not get close to the river because the locals said it was unexplored and unknown territory. But Anakin never listens. The deep dense forest is alluring, and he wants to know what's inside; growing up surrounded by sand, the lush views amaze Anakin, and he finds himself exploring deeper and deeper between the trees, reaching a nearby stream that leads to a tall, majestic waterfall.
He sees you from afar, and his eyes widen. He has never seen a nymph, only listened to local tales and other stories crossing the Galaxy... but seeing one up close is mesmerizing. He takes cautious steps, he doesn't want to startle you, but he can't control his curiosity. With a racing heart, every meter he erases between you and him gives him a tingly sensation. His eyes admire the flowers resting around your head, your gracious figure as you touch the water with your fingertips and the sheer dress that leaves little to imagination.
Stepping over a branch that breaks under his weight, your eyes snap up and squint, wondering from where the noise came from. You stand up, taking a few steps back, causing Anakin to sprint forward and approach you. His abrupt movements scare you, and his heart leaps inside his chest when he sees the fear in your eyes.
"Wait!" He exclaims, stepping inside the low stream, standing across you. His deep voice catches your ear, making your hands twitch. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
You stop, looking over your shoulder as a flower falls from your hair, landing on the water. Anakin takes cautious steps, picking it up and handing it to you before the water drags it away. He recognizes it as a lotus. A beat goes by, two figures only surrounded by the nature and the crude curiosity flowing between you; two creatures that had never interacted before. You tilt your head, watching his outstretched hand and doubting. How can you know it is safe? The other nymphs had warned you about these creatures... humans, they call them. Men.
"Who are you?" You ask, and Anakin could only compare your voice to the sweet sound of the cascade and wildlife surrounding him. It's pure and it holds a raw, mystic air.
He takes another step closer, smiling softly when you don't run away. "Anakin," He replies, lifting his arm higher, offering you the pink lotus. "Anakin Skywalker."
Hesitant, you approach. At arms length, you reach for the flower and a shiver runs down his spine when your fingertips brush against his palm. Tangling it in your hair once again, you stay still. He is different. He is... unique. His strong, chiseled figures are different from your soft ones. Anakin can tell you are curious. He stays still as you join him in the small river, circling around him and admiring him. You watch his heavy clothing, layer after layer of cotton and leather, and you see the lightsaber hanging from his belt.
"A Jedi?"
"You know who I am?"
You shake your head, brushing a strand of hair away from your forehead. "I don't, but I've heard tales about your... kind. With those bright sticks."
Anakin chuckles, and you wonder if it's a sound of joy or pain. Humans can be so volatile. "It's not a bright stick, it's a lightsaber. It's heat."
"Oh..." You mumble. You have seen humans before, but never one this close. His interactions are weird, or so you think. Face to face, you mimic a gesture you have seen travelers done before. Offering your hand, Anakin smiles. Humans are so strange! Always keeping their distance and talking behind each others' backs. You speak your name, and he nods... Your name sounds straight out from a fairy tale and it's something he'll never forget. "How do you humans say?... Oh! Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too," Anakin's eyes narrow as he chuckles, shaking your hand with his flesh one. "You are... beautiful."
You giggle. Humans always think those different than them are worth of a praise. "You are weird," He laughs, and you frown at his laugh again. Letting go of his hand, you touch his face, startling him. "What's this?" Your thumb traces his scar, leaning closer to inspect it further. "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't," He replies, melting at your touch. "It's a battle scar, you know?" You don't but you nod.
Anakin follows you to the edge of the stream, sitting over a large rock and watching your every move. From all the orders he had disobeyed from Obi-Wan... this one has to be the best. He lets you touch him, he feels the need to satiate your doubts, and there's a comforting feeling under the touch of your hand over his face, his hair and his hands. Leaning closer, you nuzzle against his neck. He even smells different. It is a strong, masculine musk. Like curated leather and sandalwood. He smells like a thousand untold battles and... danger.
"You are pretty too— in your own way," Your index finger traces the curve of his lips, and his throat goes dry. "I have never touched a human before."
His words fail him, the proximity engulfs him and he inches closer. "Yeah?" He is breathless, thoughts spinning and world shaking. Tentatively, he places a hand on your waist, guiding you closer. His body presses against yours, merging your curves and his broad figure. "Can I kiss you?"
"Why?"
"I don't know," Anakin confesses, breathing out. His lips touch yours and you can only compare it to the touch of a butterfly on your skin. "I just really want to kiss you."
The kiss was new, and you weren't sure what to do at first so Anakin guided you. His chapped lips were like soft rose petals, merging with your own. It didn't took long for the kiss to escalate, growing heated and heavier. His hands roamed your figure, tracing every curve and melting the silk fabric of your dress. A man's touch was foreign but welcomed, a strange sensation flowing through your veins. This touch was firm yet surprisingly gentle... but demanding. You have heard countless stories of mankind's greed, and little did you know you were about to experience it first-hand.
Lifting your dress, he brushes your thighs, igniting a new sensation. A soft gasp escapes your lips, wondering if all humans are so handsy. Anakin is struggling to stop himself, thumbs circling your inner thighs to spread them further. There's lust dripping from his body and you can sense it. Lust is a dangerous emotion, even the strongest man had fallen because of it.
Being touched by a man is different from being touched by a woman. Anakin was impatient and eager, tracing your folds with his index and middle finger. He circles your clit, eliciting a quiet moan. Is he so rushed? You don't know. Laying down on the large rock, you arch your back, enjoying his attention. Anakin is rapt in your body and sounds, cock straining against his robes.
"You are perfect," He sighs, kneeling at the edge to nestle his face between your thighs. He buries his face in your heavenly core, closing his eyes and breathing in. There is something earthly and ethereal in your scent, like fresh rain and clear water, mixed with a floral perfume that makes his soul boil. His hot breath makes you giggle as his tongue teases your soaked pussy. "You are... like a goddess."
Your hands trace your sides, touching your chest as this insatiable human ravishes you, licking and lapping at your wetness. His manly groans spur waves of desire, warm tongue sliding in and out. His blue irises fixate on you, admiring how you contort and succumb to the s sensuality hat threatens to make him lose his control.
Anakin sucks your swollen clit, groaning at the responsive mewls and sighs. Maybe it is all a dream, maybe he is laying under the waterfall after he fell and is bleeding out from hitting a rock... and if that's true, then he would die happily with this vision. His hands grip your thighs harder digging the supple flesh. Your moans grow in intensity as he sucks harder, drowned in your essence.
He had heard his name many times, screamed in battle, in briefings, being cursed and dammed... but listening to you say it, prey of the uncanny desire is surreal. Anakin's cock throbs, restless to be inside you. He knows you had never had a man claim you— and he wants to be the first one.
With your thighs closing around his head, you climax with a gorgeous moan, getting lost in the nature around you, mixing with the lullaby of the forest and engraving this memory with water and blood in his heart. Anakin's cheeks are red from pressure and need, but he doesn't stop, decided to continue teaching you the arts of pleasure, a different form of profession corrupted by humans.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, the leather glistening with a combination of your slick and his saliva. You are glowing, calling him like a mermaid, almost begging for him to finish the job he started.
"Is that how men pleasure their women?" You ask breathlessly, lifting your eyes, watching the butterflies and birds fly through the dense foliage. Being so connected with nature had never felt so good.
"Mostly," He chuckles, climbing back onto the rock and hovering over you. "But there's more... so much more."
Tags/warnings: suggestive garden scene, nudity, talk of mythological creatures. A bit of Castlevania lore lmao. YEARNING (he wants u so bad it's crazy.)
The lush flowers and blossoming trees that grew in the valley with the castle seemed to mimic the likes of you. It is as if the land, even as far as this was from your home, seems to recognize you as their liege. The mute colored moss hung from the trees and swayed with the wind, his touch was gentle and caring, yet he was yearning and reaching for something that was finally possible. Love
After a few more painfully successful tests you had allowed Alucard to conduct on you to rule out all other possibilities about what you were exactly, it was finally confirmed. You were a nymph, not a fae, not a lele, and not a pixie or a fairy. But it was rather unclear what genus and class you were. You and Alucard talked about it a bit more and read over the specifications of what class you could be, and you tried to narrow it down to water, forest, anything that would make the most sense, but you didn't fall into one singular category. You talked about your experience in living with the nature around you to Alucard, even bringing up when you used to live in your old town, hoping he could help you piece it together and figure out your typing. You both derived that you manifested as a nymph from birth, and so it wasn't genetic. In the end, you both just decided that you were a mix, a hodgepodge of different types all stirred into one. The trees built you your house, caught you when you fell, and gave you shade on a hot summer's day. The beautiful gemstones and geodes were simply found wherever you went, and so were the precious metals and shiny objects. The water played with you like a little kid, tossing you around aimlessly in the air and splashing you with childlike spirit. The wind whispered and talked with you like how you would with your old townsfolk, sharing small stories and laughing when you told them back; it was never loud, but it was there nevertheless. The animals played with you and disregarded your frantic movements even when you splashed them while running through the riverbanks, the mothers’ young snuggling up to you when you'd fall asleep in the fluffy brush. You weren't a type of nymph; you were simply just a nymph.
You sat in front of Alucard in the same spot you were in when you both first stared studying the books. He gently closed the book after arriving back returning from all of the testing materials to their rightful places in their glass cases. He gestured for you to follow him, taking the book with him as he led you through the caverns of the castle. “I think you do have the healing powers, maybe just not on command,” he says with a small smile as he gestures down to your various markings where he had used spells of fire and small quantities of salt to test the book's accuracy and slim down your chances of being anything else, also burning himself a bit with the salt in the process. Your marks were already beginning to heal, which made you happy, but put you deep in thought, *When was the last time you were ever truly injured?* and you just couldn't remember. You and Alucard reach the end of what seemed like a never-ending hallway, revealing two big doors like the ones you'd entered through when you first arrived at the castle. Alucard waved his hand and the doors opened on command, slowly opening to reveal the most beautiful meadow you'd ever seen in your life. Your eyes widen as if to make an effort to capture more of the beauty all at once, the moss hangs from the blooming willow trees and exotic coloured flowers line the ground in mixed patches. There was a small trail that wasn't exactly worn but it was clear someone had walked through here a few times.
“Oh Alucard this is beautiful,” you say in a whispering voice before you take off and begin to laugh and run through the tall brush and beautiful flowers. Alucard simply smiles and watches you frolic through the plant life as he descends the steps, taking down his hair in the process. He walks along the not-so-worn path down to a large willow tree where he sat underneath, cracking open the book to the pages he was viewing at before, the chapter about Nymphs. You hear the wind, your old friend, interrupt your dilly-dallying and whisper unintelligible words to you in the direction of Alucard under the big willow tree. You stop running around and carefully approach him, walking over to him and taking a see on your knees and look at him curiously. You’d hate to admit it but you had snooped in the vampire chapter, learning a few things about them before looking for your own species. “Why aren’t you burning up? I thought that was a vampire thing,” you ask curiously. He chuckled a bit before letting out a small sigh, looking up at you to meet your gaze. “I’m a half vampire, my mother was human, my father was a vampire,” he said a bit sadly. “Well, I thought vampires were immortal? Where’s your father?” You ask without thinking much of it. “I had to kill him,” he says bluntly. “Oh,” you say back, not knowing how to react. “When he lost my mother to the church for being accused of witchcraft, he tried to kill every human in her name to avenge her, so I had to put a stop to him,” he says as if it was just another regular conversation. That hit home, you were accused of whichcraft too, what if you hadn’t escaped, what if you were killed too? Suddenly things became seemingly more beautiful now, not that you hadn’t found beauty in it all in the first place, but you were talking about your life. Here you sat, shamelessly naked in-front of a beautiful man who had brought you to his house to provide you with insight on what you even were. You sat before a once broken man, healed by his own hands, he didn’t have the company of the trees or the water, he just lived in his big castle all alone with the walls covered in the very reason why he was alone. His beauty became more apparent to you, this was a strong man, healed by sheer willpower, yet still incredibly lonely, he was someone who yearned for someone to accompany him, and rightly so.
“Join me in my castle, *Name*,” he blurted out. His cheeks tingled with a pink glow as he set the book down and perked up, slowly crawling on his hands towards you. It wasn’t predatory, nor was it lustful or malicious. This was a man whose intentions were full of pure, insatiable yearning and need—a need for company. “What?” you exclaimed in confusion. Stay with him in his castle? Stay with this beautiful, strong, kind, gentle man in his equally beautiful home full of all the literature and trinkets you could’ve ever hoped for, with endless corridors and rooms for you to explore? You weren’t making this as unappealing as you thought you were.
He gently raised himself onto his knees and slid a careful hand behind your neck and on the side of your waist, he gently lowered you down, and you complied, as if you were in a trance. Your body lay gently against the dirt clearing under the willow tree as he stood hovering over you. “*Name*, I could give you the world, I’ll take you anywhere, get you anything you desire, whatever you need I’ll provide,” he whispers out in a wanting tone. “All I’d want from you is your company,” he says as he gazed down from above you, admiring your naked body lying under his. “I’ll accommodate your every need, all I ask is that you don’t leave me. You then begin to laugh, not a loud one, just a slow, small chuckle looking up at him as the amber sunlight beamed over your body, casting a gold glow on you and lighting your eyes up. “I’ll stay with you Alucard, but under no conditions will you under for my company. I won’t accompany you simply because you promise me these things. I am not something to be bought, I’ll be with you because I know this is what’s right,” you say as you correct him, informing him that he will follow no narratives or any self-made promises just to ‘appease you’.
He seemed to let out a breath he was holding, relief flooding his body as he seemed to slump over onto you. As if he was holding onto the ledge of loneliness and he finally knew that a safety net awaited him with open arms at the bottom, you. His eyes closed and his lips crashed into yours, immediately sparking a flame in your chest. Your heartbeat sped up and you became more of a mess by the second. This wasn’t a kiss for pleasure, this was a deal-sealing kiss, Alucard's final assuring factor for him to confirm this was real. You became impossibly hot to the touch as your brain began to short-circuit. The dirt clearing became enamoured with flowers and grass, seemingly growing out from underneath you. The flowers that grew were nothing like the ones in the field. They had odd patterns and bright vivid colours, and the grass was as green as it could be. What was this vampire doing to you?
You had only talked with your mom and dad about the birds and the bees here and there, and they mostly brushed off your curious questions and said they'd teach you when you were older. Even with what little you knew, you knew that a strong man feverishly making out with a naked woman on the ground was at least going to lead to something. You meekly raise your hand to meet Alucard’s shoulder, tapping him between feverish moans and intense kisses. He rose from your face, a bit out of breath, and his face was tinted brighter than before, his brows peeking up in confusion. *Had he been too hasty? God, he was an idiot; what was he thinking-* You speak up nervously. “If you wish to take me, all that I ask is that you please be gentle,” you say as you turn your head to the side, avoiding his gaze. Alucard's face ignites in hues of deep reds and pinks. “Take you?! Darling, what do you take me for?” he says with a disbelieving tone. He then props you up, pulling you into his lap as he rests his back against the tree. “I may be a vampire, love, but I'm still a gentleman,” he says in a cocky tone as he smiles up at you. “Plus, I don't think we're quite there yet,” he says in a flustered voice. You sink forward into his shoulder to hide your embarrassed look and to shield yourself from his teasing gaze.
You haven't felt these emotions in a long long time…
Actually obsessed with your Satyr!König :((( He needs a pretty nymph that just freezes when she sees him, ‘cause! Look at him!! He’s tall, handsome, got a good layer of fat on his muscles AND a big dick with breeder balls!! Her friends and sisters all scatter but she doesn’t because he’s a catch!! And he wants to mate?!! Count her in! Reader ends up happy while the other nymphs watch with jealousy as she gets dicked down to her heart’s content 😌
CW: 18+ cockwarming, breeding kink, pure filth, horny, selfish König
Sorry but Satyr!König is just awful, thinking he's entitled to a pretty, soft nymph like you :( This big hairy beast thinks it's only natural that a nasty faun wants to grope a poor, sensitive, shy little nymph, only thinks satyrs and nymphs are a perfect match! It's disgusting!
You don't know what came over you, walking over to him and dismissing the other nymphs' shocked, hissed warnings. You were just mesmerized by that thing between his legs, wanting to try if it would fit inside you, but you almost faint when the gross faun stops what he's doing and shoots all his attention towards you. The cock pulses in his hand just from the sight of you, and you feel like collapsing as you weakly go and straddle this beast. Legs spread on both sides of a hairy stomach, the monstrous cock is jumping, eager to get inside you.
Satyr!König has no trouble with taking you right here in this glade while the other nymphs watch and whisper in horror and in awe. All your friends you just frolicked with are staring in shock as this beast bullies his cock into you, inch by throbbing inch. You're helpless and sobbing by the time he groans, long and hard, and bottoms out…
Gives you no mercy as he starts to pound into you, tries to paw and squish your tits with large clawed hands, has a vile smile across his face when he finally gets to fuck a cute, silly nymph. Solely thinks with his dick as he ruts you with a frenzy, almost bucking you off of his hips.
You have to take support from the sweaty, hairy chest as he uses you like you're just a warm, wet hole for him to finally spurt his seed into: and of course you're a much better option than the cold, wet ground! He's not holding back now that he finally got a sweet nymph to sit on his cock...!
He's possessed, growling and grunting like an animal in heat as he stares at your bouncing breasts, right there in front of his face as you try to desperately hold on with both hands, unable to cover your soft, jiggling tits from a hungry lustful gaze. Groans when you try to caress the fat horns on his head, whining he's about to cum, and you get so angry at him, you only just got started! :(
He goes still without warning, balls pressed fat against your bum, thick shaft shooting rude spurts inside you as he roars and shudders beneath you. There's nowhere to escape, he keeps you in place with two strong hands, making sure you won't try to wriggle away. You should've known that he's horrible; he's a satyr after all, and satyr men are blessed with long orgasms and thick, ample seed. You will be in so much trouble now, this one is such a big specimen, too...
When you complain that he was too rough and only thought of himself, he laughs darkly and promises to give you a wash and lap you with his tongue. He will make you scream, nice and pretty for him! Pats your butt like you're just a dumb little creature for him to use as he pleases.
Satyrs can't be trusted at all, he won't even let you off of his cock, clearly just wants to warm himself inside a cute, grumpy nymph :(
Tries the place where you are joined with his fingers, and rumbles with content when he feels how snug you are around him, the seed safe where it belongs and not leaking out if he keeps his cock stuffed inside you like this :((
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🌊🌙✨Titans (2018) x Night/Water Nymph!Reader Poly Fic✨🌙🌊
❖ About the Story
This is a slow-burn, polyamorous x reader story set in the world and timeline of DC's (2018) season 1.
You the reader play as a Nigh/Water Nymph!Reader, woven into the cannon timeline of the TV show. While you are "Reader," certain detail will be set in place of the sake of the story consistency and mythic authenticity. 🌑💧
⚠️ ❖ Tags & Warnings
❥ Polyamorous Relationship (Reader x Titans)
❥ Slow Burn (very slow burn, friends → lovers)
❥ Emotional Hurt/Comfort
❥ Depression / Trauma Themes
❥ Violence & Blood (Titans canon level)
❥ Dead Dove Elements (read at your own risk)
❥ Heavy Angst → Healing → Comfort
❥ Reader-insert but with set traits (nymph body type, eye-color changes, water/night powers)
❥ Swearing, Dark Humor, and Titans’ gritty tone
✧ Pairings
🌑 Dick Grayson (Robin/Nightwing)
🔥 Kory Anders (Starfire)
🕸 Rachel Roth (Raven)
🐾 Gar Logan (Beast Boy)
🃏 Jason Todd (Robin)
⚔ Donna Troy (Wonder Girl)
Poly dynamic (all x Reader)
✧ Format
✦ I plan on writing 12 Chapters (2k–2.1k words each)
✦ Style: 2nd person (you), close POV with set traits
✦ Timeline: Stays close to Titans (2018) canon events (Trigon, Deathstroke, Jason’s arc, Donna’s return, etc.)
✧ Disclaimers
❖ All rights for DC Titans (2018) belong to their creators, producers, and rightful owners.
❖ This work is a fanfiction: characters, canon events, and references are not mine.
❖ The concept of the Night/Water Nymph Reader is original integration into the DC universe for creative and entertainment purposes only.
❖ This story is purely fictional and intended for entertainment.
❖ Navigation & Chapters ❖
(Chapters will be updated as posted)
✧ Symbols Legend ✧
🌑 → Darkness / Depression Arc
🌊 → Water / Reader’s powers in focus
🌙 → Romance / Poly bond moments
🔥 → Intense Conflict / Major Fight
💔 → Hurt / Emotional Collapse
🤍 → Comfort / Healing
💀 → Mentions of Assault / Rape /
🕊 → Dead Doves Do Not Eat
🫦 → Sexual Themes / Sex
🩸 → Violence
✦ Plot - [link]
✦ Chapter 1: The Drowned Girl – [link]🌑🩸💔
✦ Chapter 2: Ripples in the Dark – [link]🌑💀💔
✦ Chapter 3: Moonlit Stranger – [link]🤍🌙(low warning)
✦ Chapter 4: Training Currents – [link]🌑
✦ Chapter 5: Storms and Shadows – [link]🌊
✦ Chapter 6: Suffocating Tide – [link]🌊
✦ Chapter 7: Cracks and Currents – [link]🌊
✦ Chapter 8: Shattered Glass – [link]🌊
✦ Chapter 9: Found Family, Found Love – [link]🌙
✦ Chapter 10: Breaking Point – [link]🌙
✦ Chapter 11: Shared Tides – [link]🌙
✦ Chapter 12: Moonlit Home – [link]🌙
Giving the people what they want! Werewolf!Loris x Nymph!Reader is currently in the works. Don't worry though, I do plan on writing the other ones too. Also, wow big shocker, it's probably gonna be more than 10k LMAO
Here's a snippet:
"Have you ever been with a lycan before?" He asked before taking a swig of his drink.
"No, but I did lose my virginity in doggystyle."
He turned his head, immediately spitting out his drink. You panicked, grabbing him some napkins to help clean up.
"I'm so sorry! That was bad timing!" You nervously chuckled, holding his face as you dabbed his mouth dry.
"No kidding." He grumbled as he collected himself.
The two of you stared at each other for a moment. Processing.
"I'm guessing that doesn't count, huh?" You giggled.
