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Greetings, Student of UA
May I have the location of a Izuku Midoriya
I'll offer 1,000,000¥ if you give it
Nuh uh!!
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WARNING: This poll will contain spoilers of Batman and Batman related comics along with dark subject matter. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
#dc comics#batman#super villians#supervillain#dc joker#joker#batgirl#batfamily#batfam#nightwing#red hood#jason todd#tim drake#robin#red robin#barbara gordon#duke thomas#the signal#we are robin#comic books#dc characters#dc universe#spoiler alert#batman beyond#dick grayson#tramatized#trauma#comic book trauma
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My Hero Academia Time Travel Swap Fic
Post Canon Yagi and Top Hero Deku abruptly swap in place and time with Pre Canon young Izuku and All-Might (Even after the war and cleanup and government overthrow quieted down, quirks never really stopped getting unreasonably, inconveniently powerful).
Yagi Toshinori laughed, full bodied, uproarious, and far too hard; Izuku had a clean red square of cloth in hand even before weathered fingers could finish reaching for the cafe’s flimsier napkins. The cloth changed hands smoothly, alongside a well worn set of sheepish grins.
With only a brief pause for a searching look, the young man continued on with his story; Yagi smiled and wiped the blood away, letting the wide hand-motions and emphatic expressions wash over him. Try though they both did, it was rare enough that they could steal enough time for lunch together.
Already Yagi’s gaze caught on a young woman approaching nervously - he glanced away, no malice detected - perhaps an autograph seeker (though more likely someone seeking help, which could only mean the end to a pleasant lunch and another amusing anecdote of young Shoto’s unfortunate tendency to find himself facing the worst quirk match ups). Something drew his eyes back to the girl.
Old instincts or old paranoia? Izuku followed his eyes, but turned without much haste, clearly Danger Sense wasn’t activating so it was probably—
— A bright flash of light and a twisting sensation — ...probably fine. Well. He wasn’t coughing up blood, so that’s good. He’s staring at a vaguely familiar villain who looked just as surprised to see him. Maybe more so. Deku was nowhere in sight.
Yagi straightened, barely wobbling.
(‘I’m standing up, cafe’s gone—no I’m on a different street—differentcity—teleportation? mental trap? Vivid for a hallucination but depending on the quirk I might not notice errors...fellow with horns in front of me is clearly dangerous..but too confused to do anything for the next few seconds...My, he looks more out of sorts than I am...’)
“The fuck?” the unnamed villain breathed out, stopped in place (‘hm not frozen or paralyzed - just a non-quirked state of bewilderment’—better figure this out sooner rather than later’). The vaguely rhino-like figure was standing far too long in an exaggerated fighting stance; “You — I didn’t — what —”
(‘Didn’t I fight a rhino-themed villain who looked like him, hm, a few decades ago? Son getting revenge? But the plan went awry somehow — Great Lakes his outfit’s a pre-civil war throwback isn’t it — wait, what am *I* wearing — my clothes haven’t sagged this badly since—no, not just clothing this is—’)
“All Might?” the man asked, incredulous.
“You’re...asking if I’m All Might,” replied possibly the most recognizable old man on the planet, speaking slowly, eyes clocking ((too slow, far too slow)the slack jawed news crew behind an overturned car, the murmuring passersby slowly turning into an audience, in a careless way they hadn’t since before—’)
“I mean—he was—you are standing where he was standing, and wearing his costume,” the Rhino replied, defensively puffing out his chest ‘(The Rhino, that was his name—looks like he’s getting over the shock, shit’}.
“And you do sort of look like him, if he suddenly had all his blood and muscles pulled out of his body and his hair gel removed and — are you like his dad? Or did you get hit by a quirk or something?”
The tone was gradually growing arrogant; out of the corner of his eye, Yagi spotted a look in the Reporter’s eyes, a look he associate almost solely with reporters — fear slowly being edged out by unholy glee at a big, destructive, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The crowds’ whispering picked up. The Rhino straightened all the way into a proper loom, a sneer crumpling thick skin.
All Might smiled back.
The sneer flickered, clearly unnerved. Even Izuku, his dear boy, had to admit - his smile was a bit unnerving, if you weren’t used to it. Especially when he made a point to show the All Might Classic Full Mouth Of Teeth out of his unarguably (well, Izuku did argue that one, and so do quite a few others—) skull prominent face.
All Might raised a finger and ever so carefully stood tall, vertebrae cracking loudly in the sudden hush. At 7 foot,3 inches, he tended to rival all but the largest of mutation quirks, and the Rhino paused on the backfoot, uncertain. Yagi’s muscles already strained, ruefully missing his walking stick.
“Hold that thought, I’ll answer in just a moment”
Making a snap decision — ‘either this is in my head, in which case I need time to figure out the parameters to escape, or its not, and i need back-up quickly to not get flattened by a C-rank villian’
He turned, still smiling widely, to the reporter, who’s eyes went wide at the attention.
“Excuse me,” Yagi called out, voice echoing over the rubble of a battleground just barely broken-in.
“Hello over there—” He let the grin soften for the camera, (it has to be live, if this isn’t live wer’e all dead). It was still probably...a lot, for this time-period un-acclimated to more banged-up heroes, but a few fewer teeth were showing now at least.
“—I think I may have been hit by a quirk; would you mind telling me what year it is?”
#bnha fanfic#mha#my hero academia#All Might#yagi toshinori#my au#mha timeswap#nevertheless writing#All Might suddenly at a lunch table in clothing bursting at the seems: who is this small child across from me#what happened to the rhinocerous guy I was fighting a second ago#why do these villians care more about murdering this small child then they do about me what the heck#Izuku (aged 8): HOLY SHITAKE MUSHROOMS THAT'S ALL MIGHT AAAAAHHSHFDSHAh ALL MIGHT IS SAVING FROM A BUNCH OF BAD GUYS#THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE#WHY DO ALL THE VILLIANS KNOW KACCHAN'S MEAN NAME FOR ME#Deku (Japans 1 Hero (Age 26): RED ALERT WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WHY AM IN A CHILDRENS PLAYGROUND IN A TINY CHILD UNIFORM — WHAT THE ACTUAL F#—wait is that kacchan? wait is this MY Elementary School playground? Oh fu—
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Are any of you're f/os aware of the takeover?
《 unfortunately- no. The ones that do know have been kinda detained alongside me.
And the villains started sniping my OCs across the other blogs, so that's... interesting.
Honestly, though, it would be helpful if we could get a message through to balan or Jax or SOMEBODY. It would be great, but they're messing with the signal! 》
#{ pinky screeches; occ }#villian takeover#(( if yall could alert them that would be great ))#(( get me OUT OF HEREEEE ))#*rattling the bars of my cage*
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orange man man: don’t be gullible to believe the evil villains will let you win 2024 presidential race that easily. if they are willing to assassinate you at all cost, believe they will have something up thier sleeve and push your buttons on truth social like angry old man losing at a golf game. So what the F are you going do when that happens? lets test the smart in you for the USA people. The ultimate victory at the end of the chess game to win the Presidential election. Think of it as a maze, a gazillion shit load of evil army demoncrat, perhaps 2 faced republicans from all 50 states helping to take you down.
#presidential election#villians are on the move#stay alert#don't be suprised when they throw hard your way#be prepared#game of chess isnt over#demoncrats are going make thier plot twist#dont be suprised and shocked#dont be stupid to realize they have woke celebrity for amno
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RELATIVITY FALLS!
basically: gravity falls but the stan twins are kids and mabel and dipper are the adults in the plot of gravity falls
as well as that, I wanted to switch the villians. Bill is human and takes the place of gideon, and instead of obsessing over mabel he pursues ford (he's twelve as well lol. BILLFORD FOREVER!!!)
whereas gideon takes the place of bill, a chaos god (maybe i'll make him the shape of the star on his telepathy tent instead of a triangle, or I might tweak his human design a bit, idrk) who's obsessed with mabel.
people always put dipper in the place of ford (in the portal) bc he's a nerd, but to suit the switch of villans, mabel is getting sucked into the multiverse!
I like to think she got lulled into a false sense of security with gideon like in the show in the same way ford was with bill, but with fashion instead of science. (like when their still friends w lil gid and gideon brings her to get her nails n stuff done)
so in my au mabel is very into fashion the same way ford is into science, a prodigy with a insane talent for knitting, sowing, design, the whole shabang
while dipper is similar to the usual show, nerdy sci-fi obsessed wise guy but nothing too crazy
but together mabel and dipper solved mysteries in california together and someday dream of becoming "the mystery twins" and searching (in parallel to the stans) on a hot air balloon/ plane/ something sky related
but mabel gets offered a place in a big league fashion school, and they're going to come and see her project for the school fashion fair
dipper (like stan) is disgruntled by the dress interrupting their dreams and future together (parallel to dipper and mabel vs to the show. kind of) and puts his hands on the dress angrily without thinking, staining the dress with his sweaty palms (like how stan is in the show, and how ford described him in journal three: "an abnormally sweaty 12 year old....perhaps he takes after stanley")
when the fashion gurus or whatever show up to see mabels design, they see the prints and dimiss her, ruining her chance at getting into her dream school. seeing the sweaty hand marks, thinks immediately of her brother, confronts him, the same as the scene in a tale of two stans essentially
d: "i...mabel, maybe this isnt all bad...at least we can go...be the mystery twins?"
m: "how could you say that?! why would I want to do anything with the person who sabotaged my future!"
so where does mabel go to college? you (probably) guessed it...backupsmore!
she begins a degree...yadayada, smart people stuff, clever references to the original show, blah blah blah, goes to college with candy and grenda (they take the place of mcgucket)
annnnd now a scene I over thought way too much) all her life, mabel had been teased for her crooked teeth, her messy hair, her stickers and glitter everywhere...etc, and she grew fascinated with beauty in imperfection, the whole maximalism, out of the ordinary/norms of fashion (the ford deciding to study abnormalities bc of his six fingers scenece is so important to me for no reason)
she grew curious of a certain place where the impossible seemed possible...
gravity falls! (how surprising)
and what, my dear reader, was our main man dipper up to?
well, much like stan, he struck gold in sales. or...selling by yourself anyway, as he'd been trying to selling his scifi abnormality comics, board games, fact books/ something like that bro. he was smart-ish, giving lectures ab science-y stuff in different colleges, not happy at all and js about providing for himself. he misses mabel...alot.
over with mabel, she's experimenting with the weirdness of gravity falls, enjoying it all with her friend, gideon! (spoiler alert: he sucks)
but at the end of the day...what is she waiting for? she can't just...be good....she has to remembered! to be put down history as...one of the greatest designers of all time! heck...what is she even working for if not to be put down in history? what has she studied for? she has to round of her studies with a bang!
luckily gideon has a few ideas...
g: you see...what if...you built a portal to another dimension? has any designer ever done that before? sent their models and crew to another universe? think...how you'd go down...the most revolutionary name in fashion! you'd be leading fashion AND science!"
(tw: this is a trick on gideons part lol)
mabel enlists the help of candy and grenda, blablabla whatever...mcgucket/ford situation all over again, someone sees the nightmare realm, traumatised forever, yadayada, mabel goes insane bc gideon is "less than nice..." (can you tell I'm getting lazy lmao)
dipper is just ab scraping by, making money by doing lectures and the like, hopping state each time he loses a job with a new name so he can work for another prestigious college w out the track record and trying to publish his scifi silly novel thingy when he gets a post card through the door of his motel:
°•.GRAVITY FALLS.•°
please come, -mabel
dipper makes his way to gravity falls, where mabel is immediately suspicious of him, checking his eyes to see if he's possessed, barbed grappling hook ready to shoot and looking very much like a crazed scientist rather then a fashion designer, and perhaps that's what she's become, moulded under gideons hand
she interrogates him, similarly to how ford interrogated stan:
m: *grappling hook ready to shoot* "HEY! WHO ARE YOU? HAVE YOU COME TO STEAL MY EYES?-"
d: "weird way to say welcome in, mabel"
hurring him in, she checks his eyes, lalalalala...mabel promptly shows him the third journal, branded with a shooting star.
m: "it's.. I don't know enough about science...me and candy, grenda, we started, i've put my heart and soul into these, dipper, but he needs them, and he can't have them, never...if he does..."
d: "god, mabel, I always knew you were crazy, but this is a whole new level. I thought you came here for fashion?"
blabla, backstory explanation to eachother (im this 🤏 close to giving up) when mabel pops the big question
m: "remember our plans...the mystery twins, adventuring in the skies, on a plane?"
dipper is really excited, this is the moment, all this science stuff, it was preparation for-
m: "get on a plane, fly as FAR away from here as possible, to the ends of the earth, and hide the journal-"
d: "wait...that's IT? I finally see you for the first time in YEARS and the first thing you want me to do is get as far away from you as possible?"
m: "listen-"
d: "no, YOU LISTEN. im excited to see my sister after a decade and you want me out of your sight? im just about scraping by while you're living it up in your fancy house in the woods doing fashion-glam shit! you think you've got it bad? i've got a MULLET, mabel! im trying my best to survive while you're all cushy in the woods-"
m: "you don't know what I've been through!-"
d: "what YOU'VE been through? I've lost my job in SEVERAL different states, while you're selfishly hoarding your college money-"
m: "ME? SELFISH? how could you say that after costing me my DREAM SCHOOL?
a bit more squabbling, basically the scene in a tale of two stans. in this au dipper isn't born with his big dipper mark on his forehead, rather he gets it burned onto his forehead the way stan gets his tattoo, mabel pauses, "im so sorry dipper-" gets pushed, the portal starts turning on, dipper pushes her away.
d: "tch, "mystery twins." how could I be so stupid? here's a simple mystery; why did mabel's brother travel four hours to roadkill oregon for her? because he thought his sister CARED for him. wanted to see him, even. possibly because he missed her. but dont worry, it wont happen again. some sister you turned out to be."
he does the whole push into the portal, ahhh mabel come back, oh no what have i done thingy. he immediately tries to opperate it, fails, blablabla. when he realises shes gone and not coming back, he screams, for a minute, half an hour, an hour, he doesn't know, he just cant do anything else.
doesn't sleep. for a long time. he doesn't really move off the couch, actually. he eats so he doesn't faint. or sleep. he doesn't go anywhere so he doesn't have to fix himself up or wash, because he feels he doesn't deserve the luxury of self care or nice food or comfort or rest. but eventually the food runs out and he decides he can't die without bringing back his sister.
at the shop, it's the same scene as with stan, "oooh smart science-y fashion person, do u give tours?" he has no money so he has to, it's shit at first but improves over time and so the mystery shack is born.
as much as dipper always loved the supernatural, he decides that he doesn't want another run in with the portal/ paranormal accident so all the attractions are fake. dipper is just as stressed and unhappy as before, but the tight clockwork of his life keeps him together. make money with the shack, save mabel. that's all that's keeping him here.
until the stan twins show up!
#that was such a ramble lmao#i'll make one ab the young stans later#gravity falls#gravity falls au#billford#(kinda)#the book of bill#relativity falls#mabel pines#dipper pines#the stan twins
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Spiderpunk and tired sex has a nice ring to it does it not?
It does, I agree.
HOBIE BROWN TIRED SEX HC’s
Hobie’s eyes flutter open at the call of the morning sun.
He loves when he can spend full nights with you, because that means he can wakeup in the morning with you in his arms, completely naked, remnant of the previous night’s activities.
He’s still not fully awake, but hes alert enough to drag his hands up your body, caressing one of your nipples lightly.
He presses small kisses against the back of your neck, his dick twitching to life against your lower back.
“Good morning baby.” You mumbled, turning back at him to pull him into a kiss
Before you know it, your gripping the headboard and riding him like your life depends on it, tits bouncing in his face.
He’s fighting his exhaustion harder than hes faught any villian, struggling to keep his eyes open so he can see you work yourself to orgasm on top of him
One of his tired hands come up to squeeze your chest, nimble fingers circling your nipple
“I love waking up with you.” He groans, reaching down to rub your clit with his thumb.
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#hobie x reader#hobie brown#hobie brown smut#hobie brown x reader#spiderpunk smut#spiderpunk#spiderpunk x reader
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Hobie x Reader where one or the other gets hit by an aphrodisiac? Pretty please? A F*ck or Die sorta situation.
teehee, i might've gotten a little carried away 🤭
Word Count: 2.6k
Rating: Explicit, 18+ ONLY
Content: NSFW, smut, drugged? unprotected p in v, creampie, dirty talk, cunnilingus
Hobie felt hot, and despite the cool mist of Old York at night, he couldn’t help but burn up. He’d lost focus in a scuffle against a villian, deciding to call it a night after forgetting to pull his last punch. Something called him home, and he couldn’t seem to focus on anything after being hit with an attack of… pink smoke? It didn’t matter now, the canal he’d parked his home at was fast approaching.
It was just another night for you, reading alongside the waves that rocked you into a tranquil spirit, the water provided a good backdrop to the city's silence — a silence that would be broken by the sound of heavy boots hitting the deck, and a sense of urgency in Hobie’s step that would make you anxious if not for the absolute trust shared between you two. His urgency is confirmed by the swing of the door, snapping you out of your unwinding and set on alert. You look at his face in search of answers, but his pupils are blown wide, eyes frantically searching your face, your body. He looked starved.
Hobie’s hands itched for you, and he’d finally placed the feeling in his gut upon seeing your unraveled form, lust. Pure, and more intense than anything he’d felt in his life. His spidey sense was going crazy, an alertness and instinct thought to be figured out now replaced with a stronger more pleasant sensation — and he reveled in it. His long strides left no time wasted as he approached your shared bed and he suddenly felt too far away from his lover.
“Hobie-” you address him, fully intending to carry on, before you notice the way his breath hitches at the sound of his name. It sent a wave of overwhelming, unbearable arousal down his body, and he couldn’t ignore it any longer. His hand against your skin was searing, even through his suit, and it took everything in him not to tear every stitch of fabric between you two. He blinks and shakes his head, searching for some kind of clarity but to no aveil. He looks back up at you, and knows he’s not going to be able to resist this urge much longer. The feeling is overwhelming and embarrassing, he isn't sure how to handle it anymore.
“Baby what’s wrong?” You ask gently, tabbing your book and setting it down on the bed beside you. Hobie's eyes dart around the room nervously before settling on you. His cheeks are still warm, and he can't hide the desire in his eyes. He's never felt like this before, and it's eating him up. Your presence was always calming for him, but now he feels nervous in this unfamiliar state.
"I... I don't know," he mutters, his voice trembling slightly. "I don't feel right."
You search his eyes hastily, then scan his body for injury, but he’s not hurt — besides the usual scrapes and scars. After doing a once over him, you look at the clock.
“You’re home early.” You say looking back to meet his gaze.
"I know," Hobie answers quietly, looking away from you. His breath is still ragged and he's staring down at the floor. "Work was... weird today," he murmurs.
This wasn't like Hobie at all. He's usually confident and in command, but right now he looks and feels so vulnerable, rubbing his hands together nervously as he tries to collect his thoughts. You reach out to caress his face, only to have him flinch at your touch. Your eyebrows furrow harder.
“Hobie, what happened?”
He couldn’t bear the look on your face, shattered that he’d cower at your touch. Hobie stammers, trying to find the words to explain what he's feeling right now. He's never felt so out of control before.
"I don't know, I just feel this... the strongest urge." He looks up at you, face hot and eyes filled with desire. "I want you, but… I don't know. I don’t want to hurt you..." His cheeks are still warm and his breathing is still ragged. He wants to touch you, and god does he want to be touched. The desire was starting to physically hurt, what was once a dull ache morphing into a searing burn.
You can see the anguish in his face, “Hobie, you're not going to hurt me, let me help you. What happened out there, don't lie to me.”
You look down at his hands, he’s trembling to the point of shaking. You take his hands and place them on your hips, a silent gesture to show where you stand.
“Bee it’s ok, just tell me what you need.”
Hobie swallows hard and looks away from you. He's scared of what he might do if he lets himself give in to his desires. He doesn't seem like himself right now and he's clearly feeling confused, anxious even.
"I... I was attacked by some villain who uses aphrodisiacs... I don't even know how it happened, but I'm feelin off now..." he says, his voice trembling.
Hobie looks back up at you with pleading eyes. The touch of your skin causes his heart to race and his body to flare with desire. He tries to regain control of himself but he finds it hard to resist the pull of the aphrodisiac.
"I want... I need you..." he stammers, his voice trembling. His eyes are filled with both terror and desire as he leans down, feeling out of control and overwhelmed by the feelings flooding his body, but god do your lips look delicious.
He leans down to kiss you, and the desire in his kiss can’t be denied. Hobie's desperate and hungry, his lips pressing urgently against yours. The feeling of your soft lips on his has his heart pounding and his body trembling. He presses himself impossibly further against you, desperate to feel your touch.
Hobie wraps his arms around you tightly, his fingers digging into your hips. He wants to be as close to you as possible, never wanting this moment to end, so he grabs at your ass, earning a gasp from you. He uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, and hoists you up with the superhuman strength you often forget he possessed. You wrap your legs around his waist on instinct, scared but sure he won’t drop you, his strength further fueled by his desire. He pins you against the wall, holding you with one of his arms and holding your face with the other hand. His tongue danced playfully with yours, his lips hungry and desperate.
You can feel his arousal growing, and your own desire is building as his touch drives you wild. With you in his arms, he moves you to the bed, his lips never leaving yours as he lowers you down to the mattress. He pulls away and looks at you lovingly, his eyes sparkling with love and lust. Hobie knows he isn't himself right now. He's being driven by a primitive desire and he's been waiting for this moment for so long.
Feeling your body against his, he uses his free hand to explore every inch of your body, wanting to devour you whole. “Hobie— baby- you’re wearing too much.” He’d ripped his mask off upon entering, but he still has his suit on, layers upon layers getting in the way.
"I don't care. I want you now. I can't think straight." Hobie murmurs, his body trembling with desire. Hobie rips your night shirt off, exposing your bare chest. He can't get enough of you, and he's desperate to feel your body against his. He runs his fingers along your skin, his touch sending shivers down your spine. His touch is gentle and caring, but his body is tense with desire.
“You don’t have to hold back, I just want you to feel better baby..” You say trailing off as you finally get his top off. Hobie throws his shirt to the side and sinks to his knees in front of you, his eyes hungrily taking you in. He takes one of your hands in his and brushes his lips against your knuckles, slowly and seductively.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers, kissing your hand, his breath warm against your skin as his fingers softly trace along the lines of your hips. Hobie grins devilishly, his breaths are coming faster and heavier, and he's slowly moving his touch further down your body.
"You taste so good," he whispers seductively, planting soft kisses along your stomach, leaving tiny bites along your bare skin. He begins to kiss down your thighs, inching his way closer to your most sensitive area. His hot breath against you is only separated by the thin fabric of your panties, something you’re sure won’t last long.
His warm tongue trails along the fabric, and before the gasp can leave your lips, he’s ripped the fabric off, shreds fall to the floor as he licks a long strip from your entrance to your clit, placing a wet kiss to emphasize his hunger.
He presses his tongue flat against your core and properly tastes you and a desperate groan rumbles in his chest, reverberating on your core as he fervently licks at your entrance, occasionally sucking on your clit. One hand continues to grip the sheets but your other hand moves to his hair, tugging at it trying to pull him even closer into you. Your thighs shook, muscles tensing when the tip of his tongue pushed past your entrance to fuck you, his nose brushing against your clit.
“You taste divine,” his voice was muffled and breathy from between your legs. “I can’t get enough of you doll.”
The lewd sounds as he fucked you with his tongue and lapped at you like a man starved should’ve embarrassed you, but you were too far gone to care about anything but reaching your climax. Soon, your walls fluttered around his tongue, back arching as the tension in your stomach snapped, sending a tidal wave of pleasure across your body. You shivered in his arms and he groaned at your release, lapping up everything you had to offer him until the shaking in your muscles subsided.
He moved his face from your cunt, giving a couple final kisses on your inner thighs before speaking huskily, “How bout’ I blow your back out right here, yeah? Imma fuck you straight through this bed…” He hissed in your ear as he closed the gap between the two of you, pulling himself from his pants.
He groans, grasping the base and holding in a frustrated sigh. Using his knees, he spreads your legs wide and drops his hips, the tip of his cock dragging through your wetness.
“Please,” you beg, your own hips lifting, chasing him, trying to notch his cock at your entrance. He teases you a moment longer, waits for the angle to be just right, and then he pushes into you. Your fingers flex against the bedsheets, mouth dropping open with a moan as his hips press into yours. Your legs twitch, quickly wrapping around his thigh. “Hobie, fuck, oh my gods-”
He laces your fingers together and pushes into you slowly, studying your face for your reaction. You let out a small gasp, struggling to keep your eyes locked with his as he begins to thrust in and out of you. He pins your hand above your hand, keeping intertwined with yours while he picks up the pace, driving his length deeper into you. He throws your legs over his shoulders and drives deeper and deeper, hitting that perfect angle inside you. You look up at him as he continues fucking you, chest slick with sweat and eyes crazed with each slam of his hips.
“Tell– Tell me how good it feels, baby,” he stutters out.
“It’s so good, Bee. So big.”
“God, you're so wet." He groans plows into you, desperate to fill you up "Yur makin’ me crazy.." His words are intoxicating and his voice is sensual as he inhales sharply, staring down at the way your union makes a cream ring.
The aphrodisiac is driving Hobie wild, every touch sends a bolt of pleasure, but every second that passes without release physically hurts. His skin is hot and sensitive, his breath ragged and his body trembling. He can't think straight, his thoughts a jumbled mess of fantasies, desires and emotions, all for you.
You pushed Hobie away, a movement he wasn’t anticipating, and he groans at the pain, the itch only you can scratch returning. You already missed the feeling of fullness, but you wanted more. You flip to sit on your knees, back turned to Hobie as you fall to your forearms, ass up face down, and on perfect display for the man now standing at full attention behind you.
The curve of your ass as you arched your back has him drooling, and his patience runs out, nails digging into your hips and meeting you halfway, burying himself with no time wasted. You writhed beneath his touch, his body heat was abnormally high, and with the mixing of yours, the room resembled a sauna.
Hobie’s big, there’s no doubt about that, but something about taking him from the back makes him feel impossibly bigger. He kisses your cervix with no effort and there's so much happening, so much of Hobie filling you up and flooding your senses. You swallowed your moans as you tried to focus on staying up on your knees before he pressed a kiss just under your kitchen. You feel his hands before he yanks your hair back, forcing you to look into his eyes.
“Are you holding back?” he teases. You whimper pathetically as he lets go of your hair . “Don’t,” he ordered. Your thighs were quivering on either side of his body, stilling only for a moment when he gripped them tightly, his fingertips digging in harshly. His pace picked up and you couldn’t stop your body from letting out a cry in response.
You were sure that you were dripping onto the sheets but Hobie couldn’t seem to care. He reached between you two to feel where you were stretched open around him, rubbing your clit to match the pace of his thrusts. His cock twitched inside you as his rhythm stuttered.
“Please,” you hiccupped as his pace became sloppy. He was so close, you could tell by the way he started spewing nonsense and thrusting with no inhibition. He grips the headboard for leverage, and you hear the cracking of wood as he drills into you, your mouth dropping open at the feeling, but no noise escaping.
“Hobie,” you sobbed, your hips attempting to meet his movements as you finally tip over the edge, and he drove home once more before spilling inside you.
A ragged breath was ripped from him as he fell forward, his hand slapping against the wall of the boat. You writhed against him, your body wracked with so much overwhelming pleasure you found it hard to breathe. Everything ached.
“Fuck, doll,” he whispers looking between your bodies, whimpering as he pulls out. He’s never felt this exhausted, body collapsing next to you as the heat in his stomach subsided. Who knew he just had to fuck it out of his system?
He hadn’t noticed his eyes had drifted shut until he heard a giggle at his side, and he fell in love a little harder. He turned his head to look at you snickering at him, “Whatchu laughin’ at doll?”
God he sounded tired.
You turn on your side and place a kiss on his sweaty forehead, evidence of the work he put in. A goofy grin makes its way to your face. “You feelin better now baby?”
#hobie brown x reader#atsv hobie#hobie brown#across the spiderverse#spider punk#hobie brown smut#reqs open
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Do you the batfam will try to ask the other batfam members and then would ask Bart and Kon if they know what happened to Tim, only to realize that none of them knew anything.
So they go around asking the police for any documents, the goons that worked for joker, the other villians and even the civilians. None of them say anything but hint that they also knew and that they were the last group of people to know. Eventually they head back to the manor to be greeted with Tim, Bruce, and Babs.
The last ask I answered was similar so I’ll just answer what’s different about this.
Now, I’m not saying that the Gotham PD isn’t corrupt. Lord please douse me with salt if I say that because it most definitely is. But you don’t have to have a purely good heart to be horrified about what happened to the third robin.
It’s a horror story for the police. The only time they ever do talk about it is when a corrupt cop is ousted. “Do you not remember JJ?” they say. “Do you not remember how bloody the warehouse was? How much robin cried? How he had to do our job for us and shot the joker himself?” It’s a way to bring shame, because there’s nothing else they can do. The damage is already done.
Jim Gordon silences anyone who brings it up. Gets uncharacteristically quiet before yelling at them to get out.
It’s something the people of Gotham put close to their chests. As I said before, it’s pretty easy for them to deduce that Robin/RR hasn’t said anything. Gotham isn’t the nicest city, but her people are understanding.
They remember those few weeks, or months, whatever, where Batman searched relentlessly. He went back to his old ways, before the third Robin came. Not pulling his punches. It makes them realize how much the third robin did for them. How he changed the Batman. It’s the least they can do.
It’s something Joker goons talk about on a regular basis. Whether they’re also crazy lunatics, or if they’re people down on their luck, with no other way to get income. It’s something to chat about while working. A memory. They see RR flying across buildings and either smile in remembrance, or hold back their vomit. There’s no in between.
It’s something Gotham villains never talk about. It doesn’t matter if you’re as delusional as Scarecrow, as greedy as The Penguin, or as double-sided as Catwoman. It was a dark time regardless. Even if you’re part of the criminally insane, there’s a certain chill that can only be given by a child being tortured for weeks on end. Hearing screams somewhere. Somewhere no one can find.
It’s a dark time for Gotham, regardless of who you are.
So when the bats, randomly, after years of never knowing anything, start asking just about anyone and everyone in Gotham about JJ, about Red Robin, they know the jig is up. Joker’s goons, just brag about it. But everyone else keeps their mouths shut. They just ask where Batman is and if he knows they’re asking about it.
After a while, word travels back to Commissioner Gordon, who everyone knows is one of RR’s closest confidants. And the more tech-savvy people alert Oracle, who debuted as a sort of JJ cleanser before taking a break and then coming in full time after the first batgirl left(pls everyone knows, Babs).
Basically, Gotham tattletales to RR’s buddies.
When everyone comes back go Wayne Manor and is met with RR, Babs, and Bruce, Tim doesn’t do anything but give Bruce a side-eye. Is it that hard to keep a secret from your kids, B?
Oh and then everyone is even more pissed because Bruce never said a word. Hope this was a fun read lol.
#tim drake#joker#joker junior#batman the animated series#jim gordon#gotham#batman#robin#red robin#scarecrow#cat woman#penguin
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hi! could you write a hobie x gn!reader where reader is his civilian s/o and he's taking care of then after they got caught up in some fight he was having with a villian?
CARETAKER
— Hobie Brown ★
PAIRING: HOBIE BROWN X GN!READER
A/N: this is the cutest thing ever because I stand by that hobie would be a great caretaker ☹️🫶
Hobie watched as you fell to the concrete ground with a yell. You weren’t supposed to be here and you weren’t supposed to get hurt. Hobie told you to stay inside but you were too stubborn to listen to him.
You saw him take a beating and rushed out to help him which only led to you getting hurt. Hobie finished off his fight with the villain and quickly alerted police to capture the criminal before he rushed over to you. “Y/n?,” he shook you slightly, “Please tell me you’re alright.” After a moment of unbearable silence you coughed and nodded your head. Hobie let out a breath of relief and picked you up before swinging to your apartment. He climbed through the window with you still in his arms. It was moments like this he was grateful for his strength.
He led you both to the bathroom before putting you back in the ground. “Here, sit,” he said tapping the sink countertop. You climbed on it with a wince and watched as Hobie quickly got the first aid supplies.
He looked like a nervous wreck.
You put your head against the wall and listened to Hobie’s almost inaudible mutters from the other room about how ‘he told you to stay put’ and that ‘you’re too stubborn.’ Which you thought was slightly hypocritical coming from him but you didn’t say anything.
You could only imagine how scared he probably was. And you knew how he always wanted to keep you as far away from his job as possible. He came back in the bathroom with the Medkit supplies and wasted no time in getting to work. He got disinfectant on a rag and lifted up your shirt. “It may sting,” he warned softly.
He watched you nod and he began to slowly wipe at the blood that was on your gash. Luckily it wasn’t too deep. You observed how his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and you listened to his low humming that took over the comfortable silence.
“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, “I just wanted to help you.” He looked up at you for a moment and shook his head as he wiped more of the blood off. “I know. T’s alright I was just worried about you is all.” You winced when he put a little too much pressure and he apologized.
You smiled to yourself at how loving and caring Hobie could be when he wanted to be. “You’re a cute nurse.” He gave you a playful scoff, “Always gotta tease me huh?” You giggled and watched how his somewhat stoic expression turned to a soft one with a gentle smile on his lips.
Hobie grabbed a large bandage and carefully put it on you. “There you go,” he patted your back, “All done.” He gave you a featherlight kiss to the bandage and then kissed your lips. You pulled away and hugged him. “Thank you, Hobs.”
“Of course, love. Just take it easy, yeah? Get some rest.” “Ohh giving me orders now, doc?” He shook his head as he rolled his eyes and gently lifted you up off of the counter making sure not to hurt you.
#dizzy writes?! 😵💫#hobie brown#hobie brown x reader#hobie brown x you#spiderman atsv#across the spiderverse#definitely not proofread#spiderpunk#spiderpunk x reader#spiderpunk x you#spiderpunk atsv
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Donquixote Doflamingo X Female Reader NSFW "Daydreams of Dressrosa"
Anon-I noticed you have a request box. I just wanted to say your writing is 🤌🏻 *chefs kiss*. I wanted to request something angsty and maybe even smutty with Doflamingo. I’ll let you decided if it end fluffy or not. I knows he is problematic and controversial as hell (I can fix him) But if you don’t write for him I completely understand! Thank you and have a amazing day my beloved heartfelt!
AN-So I totally took this and ran with it lmao. I just recently finished the Dressrosa Arc and I find Doflamingo to be a interesting character. This was a welcomed challenge for me. I've never written for a villian before and It's been a hot take since I've written smut. With that being said it's also the dirtiest thing I've ever written. I ran laps around my house just writing this. But thank you for reading my work and I hope you enjoy this my beloved anon :)
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Side note- As always this story is plus sized reader friendly!
Word Count- 7.5k
*Any thing in italics is readers thoughts or a flashback. *
!Trigger warning! The relationship between Reader and Doflamingo is extremely toxic with emotionally abusive undertones, please never let anyone treat you like this.
~NSFW Warnings/Content~ Dom Doffy/Sub reader, PWP, Pre established situationship, A tiny speck of pet play, Doffy misuses his devil fruit powers (Spoiler alert he makes a clone.) Humiliation, Name calling (Slut, whore etc) , Reader is slapped once, Spanking, Degradation, Oral Sex (Fem giving and receiving) Fingering, Implied squirting and use of reward system. I tried to stay true to Doflamingo's character, but he may be OOC in some parts!
From the moment you woke up to a quiet and peaceful palace, you immediately knew something was up. You asked one of the guards where everyone was and much to your surprise Doflamingo and the top executives have gone out to a meeting. And according to him, they won’t be back until dark. It’s very rare for all of them to be gone at the same time, but you're thankful. It’s been a long time since you've had any alone time, so you were going to make every moment count.
You’re currently in the courtyard pool floating around on the huge blow up flamingo Doffy bought a while back. No one ever uses it considering most of the family have devil fruit abilities and aren’t willing to risk falling into the water. So you’ve laid claim to the giant pink float. You’ve even given it the nickname “Mini Master.”
“Now let’s get down to the real fun.” You smirk before pulling out a book from your favorite romance series called “Daydreams of Dressrosa: a collection of love stories from the kingdom of passion”. You read them in secrecy. The only other person who knows is Baby 5, her being the one who sneaks them to you. You knew if Doffy found out about them, he’d probably be pissed, saying something to the extent of “What can a book offer you that I can’t?” And the answer to that was simple. Romance and love. The two things he would never be able to offer you. It’s sad, but nonetheless true.
You open the book and turn to where you left off on story #17 titled “Carnivals and Carnations”. The couple in the story are going to a carnival as a first date. The story was super cheesy, but you're living for it. You squeal when the guy puts his jacket around the girl's shoulders because she is cold. It’s funny how something so simple causes your heart to swoon. But your favorite part so far was him winning her a stuffed bear from one of the game stalls. You can’t help but think of Doffy doing something like that for you, no doubt you’d walk away with every stuffed animal and trinket you wanted. But how Doffy would win them is the part you find funny. He’d probably use his devil fruit ability to ‘Win’ (Cheat) or he’d scare the person running the stall until they gave up everything. It brought a bittersweet smile to your face. The poor hopeless romantic in you still hasn’t accepted her fate. Once you got stringed in with Doflamingo, any chance of you experiencing sweet and innocent love was thrown to the wind.
You can’t help but be jealous of the girl in the story. When you were a teenager you dreamed about finding a man who would love you and treat you like a princess. Now here you are as an adult and plaything to a criminal. You knew he was bad, you knew he had done horrible things. But something about him lured you in. Tears trickle down your face and onto the pages below. You yearn for the impossible from him. But it’s Doffy, and he will do whatever he wants, when he wants and without even thinking about anyone else. You know this better than anyone.
~Flashback~
“Doffy, can I ask you a question?” You pulled your sore and sweaty body from the bed. Doflamingo was in the middle of putting his shirt back on,but stopped when he heard your hoarse voice call out.
“Well would you look at that.” Doffy seemed to be amused, smirking at your trembling form. “My little girl didn’t pass out after all. I was almost certain you would, considering how hard I was on you.” You were on the brink of passing out from his rough treatment, but you clung to consciousness. “For that I’ll answer your question. Go on.”
“Well I guess it may be more of a favor, but.” Your mind and heart raced even more than it did earlier. All because of what you're about to ask him. “Do you want to shower with me and maybe we can cuddle together for a while after? I know you're busy and I won’t take up much of your time, just a few minutes I promise!” You watched Doffy’s smirk disappear, replaced by one of his more disapproving looks, causing your heart to drop.
“You want me to shower with you and stick around for “cuddles”?” You muster the strength to nod at the man. His lips curled into a wicked smile before he laughed in your face. “What a joke. Do you think I have time for something so stupid? Never ask for something like that again. Got it?” You couldn’t stop the tears that flowed down your face at his cruel words. His large hand reached out and grabbed your face, giving you no choice but to look at him. “Speak girl.”
“Yes. I- I’m sorry Doffy.” Your cringe at how your words struggled to come out through the small sobs. Times like that reminded you how cruel Doflamingo was. Your heart shattered into a million pieces.
“Good.” He released your face and without another word, walked out of the room as if nothing happened. To him it probably was nothing. Your body fell against the bed as a few remaining tears slid down your face. Your hands snaked around one of the spare pillows on the bed, in search of the comfort you so desperately needed that night.
~Flashback end~
It had been weeks since that night and not once has Doffy come to your room for a “session”. The more you think about it, the more uneasy you become. It’s unlike him to go that long without sex. Maybe he’s getting bored with you or maybe he’s getting it from someone else. Both of those thoughts stung. At the end of the day, you're just another woman at his disposal.
You look into the sky and see the colors changing with the sunset. You didn’t have much time left before the family would return. A small sigh leaves your lips as you open your book again. Now where was I? The couple were now riding on a ferris wheel. The man wrapped an arm around the girl's shoulders, causing her to scooch closer to him. The ferris wheel came to a halt, leaving them at the very top. They admired all the lights and the way the sun was barely peeking over the horizon. Their eyes locked onto each other. You can’t help but giggle knowing what’s about to happen. The man gently cupped her cheek as he slowly moved his lips towards her. Her eyes closed as his lips barely ghosted over hers. A small tug on the float causes you to close your book. Before you had a chance to investigate the cause, the float was pulled out from under you. Your body tumbles into the cold water alongside your book.
“Fufufu~.” You hear Doffy’s muffled laugh as you swim back up to the surface. You cough up a little water you inhaled as Doffy continued to laugh. Judging from the way his fingers were bent, he was the one who knocked the float over. “Did the mouse have fun while the cat was away?” Your eyes roll at his snarky comment. You want to splash water on the cocky warlord, but you also want to live long enough to finish your book. Wait, the book! You frantically swim around the pool until you notice it sitting at the bottom of the pool. You take a deep breath in before diving to get it. You emerge once again holding the soaked book.
“Well the “mouse” was having a fine day, until you destroyed its book.” You hold the book up and watch as the pool water drips from the pages. “And I was getting to the good part too.” You mumble the last part.
“Good part?” A wild smirk forms on Doffy’s face. With a flick of his left index finger the book was snatched from your hands and right into his. “What page was this “good part on”?” You watch as he skims through the book.
“112.” You swim over the edge of the pool and watch him read the page. For a man like Doflamingo, the scene will be underwhelming and quite boring. For a moment you think he was getting interested in the words, but it was short lived. With a wet smack he closes the book and tosses it to the ground. You frown knowing the book will be unreadable by time the water sets in and blurs the words. I guess I’ll never know how it ends….
“So that’s your definition of a good part?” You gave the man who was now towering over you a small nod. “When did my little slut become so vanilla?” Heat rises to your cheeks despite the cold temperature of the water around you.
“I just thought it was cute. That’s all.” You let your body sink into the water in an attempt to avoid his gaze but your body stills.
“Trying to run away are we? Do I need to put you in your place Y/N?” You feel his strings loop underneath your arms. His left and right index fingers lift up causing your body to come out of the water in one motion. A shocked gasp leaves your lips as you fly out of the pool water and into the cold evening air. You sometimes forget that no matter how big you are, Doffy can and will treat you like a rag doll. You land rather ungracefully in front of the Blonde. Goosebumps rise onto your wet skin, but you're unsure if it’s from the cold air on your wet body or from the aura radiating off the man above you.
You peer into Doffy’s sunglasses and see your shivering body looking back. Your arms cross in front of your body in a sad attempt to warm up. You expect to see a sadistic smirk on his face, but you're met with an expression you’ve never seen on him. It makes you a little anxious not knowing what he’s thinking about or feeling. It dawns on you that he knows you read romance novels now, meaning he was most likely not very happy with you at the moment.
“I’m sorry If I upset you, Doffy. I promise I won’t read books like that anymore.” You try to diffuse the situation but it’s too late. His hand raises into the air. A sense of fear washes over you, causing your body to tremble even more. You feel a rush of wind in front of your face causing your eyes to slam shut. You tensed up preparing for the impact.. But it never came, instead the smell of his expensive cologne invades your nostrils as warmth engulfs your body. You let your eyes flutter open to see that he placed his pink feather jacket around your frame. It takes a while for your brain to process it. The cold, unloving and emotionally unavailable Donquixote Doflamingo did something…. nice?
“Thank you young master.” He never lets anyone wear his jacket, NEVER. You wrap the jacket around your body more to enjoy its warmth.
“I was getting annoyed watching you shake like a pathetic little leaf.” He retorted with a scowl. “Now. Why don't I show you what a 'good part’ is supposed to be like.” He points a finger at your neck, causing a string to connect to your flesh like a leash. He gives the string a firm tug, sending you to the ground on your knees in front of him. “Spread.” His commanding voice sends excitement through your veins.
“Yes sir.” You move your knees apart as far as you can. The course ground below dug into your knees, but you didn’t care. As bad as you hate to admit to yourself, you’ve missed this and you’ve missed him.
“Good, now look at me.” You crane your head back in order to look up at him. Your body feels like it is shrinking as the10 ft tall man looms over you. Your mind goes blank when you feel the pointed tip of his shoe moving up and down your swimsuit covered pussy. “I’m going to cut you a deal so listen up.” His shoe puts extra pressure on your clit, causing a moan to escape your lips. “If you can be a good girl and do everything I say without question, I will give you a reward.” His foot retracts much to your dismay. But the mention of a reward entices you.
“I will, I promise sir!” And just like that, you submit yourself to him.
“You will or else.” Doffy began to walk away leaving you to crawl behind him. You're thankful the steps he took were a lot smaller than normal, otherwise you’d have a hard time keeping up. It dawned on you how embarrassing the situation was. Here you are crawling around on all fours with Doffy’s jacket on. I probably look like a poodle.
You got lucky and didn’t run into any family members while Doffy paraded you around like the loyal lap dog you are. A couple of guards saw you, but they didn’t dare to say a word knowing Doflamingo would kill them on the spot. The door to your room was finally on site, but he walked past it. Your bedroom is the only place he agreed to do the deed in. It gave him the freedom to come and go as he pleased. You know better than to question him, but you're still curious as to where he’s taking you.
“You’ll find out soon enough.” Doffy answers as if he read your mind. Much to your surprise you find yourself in front of the door to his room. In the time you’ve been with him, not once have you seen the inside of his bedroom. “Stand up.” The string on your neck beckons you to your feet. You wince as you stand up, knees throbbing due to all the crawling you’ve done.
Doffy slings the door open and leads you in. The door clicks shut and the sound of the lock being turned echoes in the bedroom. His room was so big it made yours look like a mere closet. Your eyes land on the double king bed in the middle of the room. As you look at it, the only word that comes to mind is sin. A blood red canopy surrounded the dark oak frame. The mattress itself was covered with a plush black duvet and luxury pillows. It was most definitely fit for a fallen angel like Doflamingo.
The string around your neck comes loose, leaving a ring of irritated skin in its absence. Doflamingo walks over to a red armchair that sat adjacent from his bed. He sat down and spread his long legs, giving you a perfect view of the hardening erection in his pants. With a devilish smile on his face, he beckons you over with a motion of his finger. Your body tingles with nervousness as you get closer and closer to him. You were only a few feet away from him when his hand came into the air, letting you know to stop. The same hand pointed a finger in the air and swirled in a circle. You nod and turn around to face the bed. A rush of air sends shivers down your body as the pink feather jacket was taken from your body, leaving you in your damp swimsuit. You turn your head and watch as the jacket drapes around the armchair Doffy sat in.
“Did I give you permission to turn around Y/N?” You whip your head back around to face the bed, causing Doffy to chuckle at your speed.
“No sir, I’m sorry.” You hope your action didn’t piss him off enough to take your reward.
“I didn’t give you permission to speak either little whore.” Your body trembles at his condescending tone. “You're very lucky I’m in a good mood, otherwise you could have kissed that reward goodbye.” A wave of relief washes over you knowing it was still on the table. “Now strip and do not turn around for any reason.”
Your hands come up to the straps of your bathing suit. Slowly you pull them down your arms until your breasts popped out of the top. Your wet nipples harden immediately when they hit the cool air. Your hands come to your back to untie the knot, you struggle for a moment before it comes loose. With a wet ‘plop’ the garment hits the floor. You could feel your heart racing in your chest. You wanted this, you needed this. You take a shaky breath in and slide your hands down your curves until you reach the band of your swim bottoms. You curl your fingers around the fabric and bring it down until they fall around your ankles. You step out of the bottoms and kick them next to your top. You're now completely exposed to the heavenly demon.
“Good girl.” Your body heats up at his praise. “Now bend over the bed.” You take a few steps forward and let your upper body fall onto the bed. You scooch back a little and spread your legs apart. “Spread yourself more.” You know exactly what he’s wanting you to do, and you're going to deliver. You slide your hands down your body until they reach the globes of your ass. Your fingers pull them apart, exposing your wet pussy even more. You wiggle your hips from side to side, showing him how needy you are for him.
“What a dirty little girl, what will I ever do with you?” Your body tenses up when you feel something attach to your clit. A string? “Now I’m sure you're wondering why we came here instead of your room.” A moan leaves your throat when you feel the string moving your clit in small circles. You were so sensitive from being celibate for weeks, it took no time for your orgasm to start building. You hear Doflamingo let out an amused hum. “I can tell by the way your legs are shaking you're about to cum.” You have to hold back a scream as the string picks up the pace even more.
You dig your nails into the flesh of your ass in an attempt to ground yourself, but you are too far gone. Your hips start desperately swirling with the strings movement. Fuck it feel so good. But right before you could get your release the string retacts. Your head falls flat on the bed as tears of frustration form in your eyes due to the loss of your high.
“Can’t have that now, can we?” You don’t have to see Doffy’s face to know he’s wearing a shit eating grin. You should have known better than to think he’d let you cum this early. You hear him get up from the armchair. His loud footsteps reverberate in the room. You feel the bed dip as he hoovers above you. “Now as I was saying, the reason I brought you here is quite simple. Your bed is a little bit too small.” You feel his hot breath next to your right ear as he speaks. You wonder what changed? The size of your bed has never stopped him before. You tense up when you feel the bed dip on the other side of your body. Is there someone else here? “Too small for the both of us that is.” Your heart stops when you hear Doffy’s voice fill your left ear. It made no sense, how can he be on both sides of you at once? You try to lift yourself up, but a large hand keeps your face shoved into the mattress.
“Do you understand what’s happening now?” His voice fills your right ear again. You feel one of his hands wrap around your hair, pulling it back to leave your neck exposed. “I’ll give you a little hint.” Now it was back in your left ear. You feel hot breath on both sides of your neck before tongues lick up the sides in perfect unison. Rough hands grab your sides and with one quick motion your body was turned so your back was now on the mattress.
Your eyes nearly pop out of your skull when you see what’s above you. Your eyes land on not one, but two very shirtless Donquixote Doflamingo’s. They both wore the same lust filled expression.
“Two Doffy’s? How?” You mutter out in shock. Your nerves are on edge, one Doffy was enough to fuck you into a week long coma. But two of them? That would surely send you to an early grave. As Lao G would say “You’re a goner with a capital G!”
“While you were busy getting off on my string, I made a clone of myself.” The Doflamingo on your right spoke, meaning he must be the real one. “It talks like me, it can even use strings like me, but most importantly” Doffy pulls you up from the bed until your face is inches from his. “ It can fuck like me.” His tongue licks a wet stripe up your face. “But a slut like you should be able to handle us, right?.” You hesitate for a second, but nod your head in agreement.
“Now let’s have a little fun.” Doffy’s clone spoke up, licking its lips.
“Sounds good. Hold the little slut up for me.” The clone nods and moves on the bed until it is behind you. Its strong arms hook under your thighs and brings you up until your back rests on its abs.
“It's almost pathetic how wet you are.” The real Doffy stole your breath by rubbing his fingers up and down your exposed slit. Your head slams back on the clone's hard chest when Doffy shoves two fingers deep into your cunt. The long digits rubbed along the top of your walls, paying attention to your sweet spots.
“Of course I’m wet. Don’t you remember making me fall into the pool sir?” You smile at Doffy innocently, but your bratty tone was anything but that.
“Is that it?” The dark tone in Doffy’s voice made you regret it instantly. And then you see the vein in his forehead pop out, you know you're in for it now.
“What a dumb whore you are.” The clone spoke before biting the side of your neck harshly, causing you to cry out in pain. “You are so fucked.”
“Tell me you foolish girl, does this taste like pool water to you?” Doffy pulls his fingers from your dripping hole and shoves them in your mouth. You could taste your arousal as he shoves his fingers even further down your throat.
“Aren’t you going to answer him?” The clone taunted before licking the bite wound it left. “I guess it’s hard to, considering your mouth is so full huh?” Your vision blurs with tears as you gag around Doffy’s fingers.
“I’m going to take my fingers out. I suggest you apologize and beg for my forgiveness.” The fingers slowly begin to slide out. “Afterall, you want that reward, don’t you?” His fingers leave with a trail of your saliva. Coughs erupt from your throat as you catch your breath. Your mind has been so clouded over you forgot about the promised reward.
“I am very sorry sir. Please forgive me!” Your voice rasps out.
“That's all you got? What a lackluster performance.” Doffy grabs your cheeks and smooshes them together. “I’ll give you one last chance. Use it well, my patience with you is running very thin at the moment.” His hand releases your cheeks.
“Sir, please forgive me for being such a dumb brat. I’ll be a good and obedient cocksleeve the rest of the night for the both of you! So please use me until I deserve your forgiveness.” Tears are flowing down your face as you desperately beg him. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just please don’t take my reward from me..” You're unsure why you want the reward so desperately when you don’t even know what it is.
“That’s more like it. But I still think you need to learn your lesson.” Doffy's hand reared back before smacking you across the face. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to make it sting. “Now are you ready to be a good girl?”
“Yes sir.” You feel a few more tears fall down your face. Doffy’s hand reaches back out. You prepare yourself for another smack, but instead he wipes the tears away with his hand.
“Good.” You watch Doflamingo unzip his pants, freeing his hard cock. “Drop her.” The clone releases you so you fall, landing all fours. You feel the bed move underneath you as Doffy leans his body against the headboard. “Come over here and put that stupid mouth of yours to good use.”
You waste no time crawling in between his legs. You stick your ass up in the air and start licking him up and down. His cock twitches under your tongue as you lick the sensitive spot under his tip. You hear him grunt meaning he wants more. You give one last lick before wrapping your lips around him. His huge size stretches your mouth until it's borderline unbearable. One of his large hands thread through your hair before he slams into you. You do your best not to gag around him as he sets a rough pace.
“Her pussy is so wet, like it's crying for our attention.” The clone lands a harsh smack on your ass, causing you to yelp around Doffy’s dick. “See.” You feel its fingers run up and down your pussy before bringing its hand to show Doflamingo your glistening arousal. You feel a hard twitch in your mouth as Doffy grunts. He’s getting close.
“I’m going to cum and I expect you to swallow every last drop.” With a few more rough thrusts he fills your mouth full of his thick cum. You swallow every bit of it and stick your tongue out to prove it.
“Where are your manners?” The clone grabs your hair and yanks your head back. “What do you say when your master gives you his cum?” The clone releases your hair so you can look back at Doffy.
“Thank you master.” You smile at him through lidded eyes. He let out a satisfied hum in response. Although you're not able to see his eyes thanks to his sunglasses, you're certain they would have a glint of satisfaction in them.
“Get her prepared for me. She’s going to need it.” The clone got to work right away by flipping you onto your back. It hooked your legs over its shoulders before licking a long stripe up your slit.
“A-AH~” Your hips arch off the bed as the clone starts to eat you out. Its tongue would swirl around your clit before diving deep into your cunt. You could feel pressure building in your lower abdomen already. “ F-fuck it feels so… good~ Your tongue is the best!” You feel the Clone smirk against you.
“The best huh? So even better than the real one?” The clone gives your clit a harsh suck before looking up at you. “I’m flattered.” It landed a playful smack on your thigh before continuing its assault on your swollen clit. You throw your head back and notice the furious look Doflamingo was giving his clone.
“Doffy wait I didn’t mean it like tha-” You cut yourself off as a wanton moan escapes your lips. The clone's tongue started stroking that spot deep within you that had your toes curling. “Right there please~ I’m gonna cum~”
“I’ve had enough of this.” You feel Doffy’s body move from behind you. You whine when the Clones tongue leaves you right as you are about to peak. You bring your head up to see Doflamingo had joined his clone in between your legs. They were both gripping one of your thighs while giving each other a dangerous glare. Was he getting jealous…. of his own clone?
“Well I haven’t, so back off.” The clone had no plans of backing down as it gripped your thigh tighter.
“Do you actually believe you're better than me? Have you forgotten that you're a damn clone?” Doffy clenches his teeth and grabs the clone around the neck. “I can make you go away with a snap of my fingers.” You hold in a laugh as you watch the two bickering.
“Well how about we settle this?” You watch as the clone pulls Doffy’s hand off. “Let’s see who can make her cum first.” An evil grin etches itself on Doflamingo’s face at his Clones proposal.
“Fine by me.” Doffy agrees as they both turn to look at you. You felt like conquerors' haki was being used on you the way your body froze to the bed.
They both start leaving kisses and bite marks down your legs. Slowly but surely they inched closer to the place you wanted them the most. Finally you feel their hot breath ghosting over your sensitive flesh.
“Doffy.” You call out to the man himself, gaining his attention. “Please make me cum, only you can~” He smirks at you before his expert tongue starts lapping at your folds. It's very rare that Doffy eats you out, but when he does you're always left speechless. You wish you could thank the clone for pressing his buttons.
“Don’t forget about me.” You feel the clone's tongue join Doffy’s. The two tongues fight for dominance as they lick every inch of your needy pussy. Your body vibrates from the sheer ecstasy you're experiencing.
One of Doffy’s hands snakes up your body to wrap firmly around your neck. You had no trouble figuring out which tongue was the real Doffy’s. Everytime he flicks your clit, he squeezes your neck as if to remind you who your pussy belongs to.
“I’m gonna cum~” Your hand grabs onto Doffy’s blonde hair as your body twitches.
"Your not needed anymore." Doflamingo pulls the clone away you before shoving two fingers deep into you. Your legs begin to shake as he syncs the pace of his fingers and tongue together. The perfect harmony of pleasure was driving you even closer to the edge.
“That’s not fair.” The clone attempts to reclaim his spot between your legs, but was quickly shut down.
“Have we ever been known to be fair?” With a snap of Doffy's fingers, the sound of string unwinding mixes with your moans. The clone had a scowl on its face before it disappeared. His fingers pick up the pace causing you to grip his hair tighter. “Be a good little girl and cum for me.”
“Fuck~” Your body quivers as your overdue orgasm crashes over you. Doffy’s tongue detaches from your clit, but his fingers begin to rock up and down harder. You try to fight the urge to let go, knowing what would happen if you do. “Stop Doffy, I’m going to make a mess!” Your warning came too late as your second orgasm washes over you, causing clear liquid to gush out of you.
“I win. Now to claim my prize.” Doffy places his fingers in his mouth and sucks your juices off them. It's hard to lose when you get rid of your competition. “Get on your hands and knees, now.”
You miraculously get yourself into the position he wants. Your hands shake trying to hold your worn out body up. Stay focused Y/N, don’t pass out. You hear the familiar sound of a condom being opened as the bed dips. One of his hands ghost up your back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its path. The same hand wraps tightly around your hair as he bottoms out in one motion. He stays pressed up against your cervix for a few minutes, letting your walls stretch and relax around him. You move up and down his length, letting him know your ready.
The pace he sets is rapid and ruthless. His cock effortlessly hits all of your sweet spots with every thrust. The blinding pleasure was starting to build up all over again. Your hands shook violently on the bed, you know they are going to give out any moment now.
“Are you struggling?” Doflamingo deep voice whispers in your ear. “Want your master to help you?” You weakly nod your head. Doffy’s free arm hooked under you, bringing you off the bed until your back was flush against his chest. He bottoms out again and continues his relentless thrusts. The new position gave him full control over your body, leaving you completely at his mercy.
The hand that was in your hair moved down until it stopped at one of your neglected nipples. He rolls the bud between his thumb and index finger before pinching it hard. You cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. He then moves to the other nipple and gives it the same treatment.
“It feels so good.~” Your hand goes down to play with your clit but Doffy stops you.
“Not so fast little girl.” He switches the position to where he is laying on the bed with you on top. “You're being so selfish, making me do all of the work.” His thumb starts circling your clit causing you grind down on him. “As a matter of fact you’ve not only selfish. You’ve been disobedient, bratty and you even went as far to say that stupids clone tongue was better than mine. You don’t deserve that reward, not even in the slightest.” His cold tone causes you to halt your movements. Something about it struck a chord deep within you.
“I’m sorry Doffy.” It hurt knowing he was so disappointed in you. You feel your mood declining. All the dopamine and adrenaline that coursed through your body had finally run out, leaving you emotionally vulnerable.
“I’m not finished talking yet, so stop crying and listen.” You were unaware of your tears until he mentioned it. You watch as his hand comes up to his sunglasses. He inhales a deep breath and pulls the glasses off. You bring your hands up to cover your eyes. No one has ever seen his eyes, not even Trebol has. “Look at me Y/N.” Slowly, you drop your hands. Your eyes connect with his. His right eye was ruby red, while his left eye was white and foggy.
“Doffy.....Your eyes are beautiful. But why? Why did you show me?” You look at him in awe.
“I can’t even answer that myself.” He sighs and runs a hand through his blonde locks. “It doesn't matter anyways. You still want that reward?”
“Yes, I do.” You were starting to think him showing you his eyes was the reward.
“Make me cum and it’s yours.” He crosses his arms behind his back. Out of everything you and him have done tonight, this was by far the most intimate.
You slowly start going up and down his length. Every fiber in your body was screaming at you to stop, but the desire to please the man below you was louder. The lewd sounds of your body's connecting fill the room once more. You pick up the pace as you chase your high. Doffy’s hands reach out and grab onto your plush hips. His grip was getting tighter and tighter, causing your hips to roll and grind on him.
“Fuck.” Doffy curses. One of his hands leaves your hip and moves to wrap around your neck. “Tell me, who does this pussy belong to?”
“My master.” You cry out as the grip around your neck tightness.
“And who is your fucking master.” He brings your head down so your eyes meet his.
“You!” Tears of pleasure rolled down your face. “Donquixote Doflamingo!” You cling onto consciousness as you meet your final orgasm. Doffy follows you as he slams against your cervix. You stay still until his cock softens inside you. Slowly you lift yourself off him. Your body collapses on top of him the moment he is fully out of you. You know he is not a fan of skin to skin contact after sex, but you were too weak to hold yourself up.
“Doffy.” You muster enough energy to lift your head. “Did I do a good job? Are you going to give me the reward?” Your vision was starting to go in and out.
“Yes, I suppose you did.” A weak smile forms on your lips at his words.
“Good.” Your head falls back down on his chest. ”That makes me so happy.” Your eyes close and despite your efforts no to, you black completely out.
~While you were knocked out~
“How amusing.” Doflamingo snickers at your worn out body splayed on his. “You put all that effort in for a silly reward, just to pass out before you're able to indulge in it.” He lifts your body off of his and lays you gently on the bed. He puts his sunglasses back on and calls a maid in.
“How can I help you young master?” The maid was blushing ear to ear seeing the state you and him were in.
“Go get something for Y/N to sleep in from her room and change the sheets. I do apologize, it’s my fault they got a little wet.” The maid's cheeks got even darker at his declaration. Doflamingo picks your limp body from the bed and makes his way over to the bathroom. “And if you tell anyone about this, I will cut your head off and send it to your family. You may go now.”
“Yes young master.” Her voice wavers with fear. With a bow she leaves the room.
Doffy turns his shower on, letting steam fill the room. He sat you down on the shower bench so he could clean himself. After giving his body a good scrub down, he picks your body up and places you under the warm water. He leans your body against his and begins to massage shampoo into your hair. After rinsing the suds out of your hair, he poured shower gel into a washcloth and started to lather it into your skin.
“You're missing out young lady. I’m even using my expensive soap on you~” No response. Doffy rolls his eyes and continues to rinse your body off. He turns the shower off after he deems you squeaky clean. He sat you back down on the bench so he could dry himself off. He threw on a pair of silky pink boxers and then got to work drying you off.
He picks you up and takes you back into the bedroom. The maid had laid your clothes out on the freshly made bed. Doffy grabs the night gown and places it over your body. He never in a million years would have thought about pampering a woman like this. But yet here he is.
“I normally only take these off of a woman, but I guess I’ll make an exception just this once.” He grabs your panties and rolls them up your legs. He admires the small pink flamingo that decorates them. “I’ll have to buy you more of these.”
He pulls the duvet down and places you under it. After turning the lamp off he joined you in the bed.
“Baby 5……” You mumble in your unconscious state. “If you go out, get me the latest copy of “Daydreams of Dressrosa”. And don’t let Doffy find out.”
“I’m not Baby 5 and I already know you read those silly books you insufferable woman.” Doffy whispers in your ear and as he expected you don’t respond.
Doflamingo has never been one to fall asleep easily, normally he reads a book or ponders his next heinous act. But tonight he finds himself watching your sleeping form. The moonlight that peeks through the curtains casts an ethereal glow on your face. “Do you want to shower with me and maybe we can cuddle together for a while after?” He recalls your request from that night. You have technically already showered together, even though you weren't awake for any of it. Which was of course your (Doffy’s) fault. Now it was time to fulfill the last part of your request. His arm hooks around your midsection and pulls you so your head rests on his chest.
His arm wraps around your back keeping you snug against him. He’d never openly admit it to you, but he was enjoying this. From the way you snuggled closer to him, to the way your body molds perfectly with his. Like you were made for him. Because you were made for him. He has never been one to keep the same woman around for long. He viewed women how children viewed toys. They are fun for a little while, until something more fun comes along. But not you. You're different from the others who threw themselves at him. He of course finds you very attractive, but there was something else that allured him more.
You are truly like his loyal lap dog. No matter how much he neglects you and no matter how many times he metaphorically “kicks you”, the moment he sticks his hand out you come running to him with that dopey smile plastered on your face. You're so hopelessly devoted to him and he loves it. You can’t live without him, he knows that. But a small part of him feels the same way towards you.
“I think I’ll keep you around. For now at least.”
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Your body stirs awake when you feel something tickling your ear. You search for the cause only to hear light snores coming from above you. Slowly you raise yourself from the bed to see the source of the snores was coming from none other than Doflamingo. You bite down on your lip in order not to laugh. It was so funny to watch a man so powerful and scary snoring. He was still human after all. One particularly loud snore causes a giggle to escape your lips. You slam a hand over your mouth and pray he didn’t hear.
“Mind telling me what’s so funny?” It was too late, the beast was already lifting up from the bed.
“It’s nothing Doffy, you were just snoring.” You press your hands against his chest urging him to lay back down. “I’m sure I’ve overstayed my welcome, I apologize. Sleep well young master.” You scooch yourself off the bed only to be pulled back by a strong arm. He brought you back down to his tone chest and wrapped his arm back around you, caging you to his side. Butterflies erupt in your stomach from the gesture. You lips form into a wide smile as you enjoy the warmth he provided.
“I don’t snore. And you're fine right where you are. This is your reward after all.” You feel his hand draw soothing shapes into your back. I must be dreaming.
“If that’s the case, I really like my reward. Thank you.” Your eyes travel up to meet his. You were on cloud 9 and the huge smile on your face proved that. He rolls his eyes at you before slamming your head back down. “Can I request one more thing?” You muffle out into his pecs.
“Well, aren't you a greedy girl? What is this request of yours?” You feel your heartbeat pick up. You hope this doesn't go south like last time.
“Will you please kiss me? I’m grateful for everything you’ve given me and I-.” Your cutoff when his lips connect with your. It catches you off guard, but you slowly melt into it. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire as he slips his tongue into your mouth. Thankfully he pulls away before it gets too heated, you doubt your worn out body could go another round.
“Satisfied?” You meekly nod before laying back down on him. “Good, now go back to sleep.”
“One more thing.” You hear him groan out in response. “Now that I’ve seen your eyes, are you going to kill me?” The room fell silent before he started laughing.
“Perhaps.” You don’t know what worse, the fact he’s laughing about it or not knowing if that perhaps was a joke or not. “Now go back to sleep or I may actually off you.” That time you could sense he was kidding. He was kidding right?
“Yes sir.” And with that you fell back asleep in his protective hold.
~The morning after~
You woke up alone in Doflamingo’s ginormous bed. You rub the sleep out of your eyes and roll off of the plush mattress. Judging from the amount of sunshine that filled the room, it was very late in the morning. You stretch your arms over your head and let out a satisfied hum.
Your eyes scan the room and stop on a large tray of sweets sitting on a table. After last night activities, you've worked up a appetite. You walk up to investigate the confections and notice a couple books stacked neatly beside it. You jump up and down when you realize the books are the latest volumes of “Daydreams of Dressrosa”. And they were all signed copies! There was even a copy of the book that was destroyed in the pool yesterday.
“What page was I on again?” You open the book and skim through the pages until you find a pink feather marking page 112.
Unknown to you, a certain warlord watched you with a rare, but rather pleasant smile on his face.
~End~
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[Things have been realitivly calm in the city. Sure, the forest burnt down, but things have calmed. Sure, there's still petty crimes, but nothing news worthy.]
[That is, until alerts started going off. And the air got thicker. Alerts to stay inside, a villian is on the streets. Thicker air full of chemicals and spores.]
[The maker of it all, Mother Spore walks along street roads, dragging a hand along every building. Mushrooms pop up where they step in mere seconds. Where their hand glides soon becomes grown upon too.]
[They aren't going to stop any time soon.]
- @ask-mother-spore
+Always quick to arrive on scene, Hot Guy stalks above from the rooftops, grappling hook in one hand, half-drunk coffee in the other. He knew something had been up the night he left Mother Spore, but they weren't the only person he had to deal with.+
+Hot Guy leaps over an alley, a gap that would normally be too big to jump, with ease. He lands silently and keeps his pace, before he decides to intervene. He hooks his grapple on the edge of the building he's on and drops down, landing lightly in front of the perpetrator.+
..Mother Spore.. Hey, what's with the spread? You know I told you I'd fight for the people, right? If it came down to you spreading spores into people's living areas?
+He keeps his tone light, a bit showy as he spreads his arms. He brings his hand with the coffee in and takes a sip before clearing his throat.+
What's gotten into you, my friend? We're still friends, right?
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Hero X Villain Birthday Edition
Villain let out a deep sigh as the walked into their lair. That day had been rough. Their little scheme that they'd been planning ended up turning into a big scheme due to some unknown information that had made itself known during the mission.
Let's just say chaos ensued.
Villain should've just gone home and crashed into their bed but no; they somehow convinced themself that they still had enough energy to complete the work they were supposed to complete earlier if the mission didn't take as long as it did. Now, they were feeling it.
The squeak of the chair could be heard as villain sat heavily in their desk chair with a huff. Only after a few seconds did it catch their eye. A wrapped box with a pretty orange bow on top that contrasted beautifully with the purple gift wrapping. Villain's favorite colour. A letter sat beside it reading,
"𝑻𝒐 𝑽𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏"
Villain stood to admire the amazing work on the wrapping. Everytime they wrapped something, or tried to, it came out looking like they did it with no fingers. A cellphone once got mistaken for a hockey stick.
How? Don't ask them.
A box of this size shouldn't alerted them the second they walked into the room. Another testament as to why they need to call it a day and just go home.
Villain decided to open the letter addressed to them first. Written in the same same neat cursive as the address was a note that read:
"𝑴𝒚 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑽𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏,
𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔.
𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆.
𝑨𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒑'𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆.
𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒕 𝒂 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖.
𝑺𝒆𝒆, 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰'𝒎 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒅𝒐𝒎, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍."
Villain could even hear the sigh the hero let out when writing that.
"𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒆𝒘𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓'𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖... 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒂𝒚.
𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔.
𝑿𝑶𝑿𝑶
𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚, 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐~"
There were a million things Villain should be thinking of right now. Like how Hero got into their lair or how they just insulted everything about it, or how Hero even knew it was Villain's birthday, but instead, all Villain could think about was,
"Generous?" Villian snorted. "Yeah, right."
Villain opened the box to see the golden ring with its holy engravings. The amethyst jewl shing bright in the light. Villain's favorite colour, but Hero knew that. It's the same ring Villain's team wanted to get for Villain's birthday, but due to unfortunate circumstances, couldn't. To say they were bummed would he an understatement, but Villain ensured them that it was the though that counted and instead went out to dinner with them.
They put the ring on and watched it glimmer in the light.
Maybe being Hero's wasn't so bad.
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It's my Birthday🎂🎁🎈🎉🥳🎊
So decided to write a birthday themed prompt today!!!
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Rings of Power S2|E4 reactions
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Artanis alert!!
Them bickering shouldn't matter this much to me ಥ _ ಥ
The LOTR Jogging Routine™
Hi personification of our hopes & dreams for Celeborn in S2 :3
boy did you break some hearts!
The absolute beauty of Robert Aramayo in curls ❤️🔥
Angy Elrond is a VERY sexy Elrond ngl
Sauron hearing his Engagement Ring being called a "Trinket"
So that's the infamous goat!
TOM BOMBADIL has freaking arrived!!!
may the dude bros die mad 🙏🏽
fuck that must hurt!
awwwwwww....
Hobbit Love!
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Nobody knows how to count ¬‿¬
Fucking GANDALF!!
GRAND-ELF FUCKFUCKFUCK FUCK FUCK
Clean Girl Esthetic Middle Earth edition
Manwë unable to do anything about the Varda slander:
They need stronger soaps in Rhûn, that man is still dirty af
Avengers Assemble
etc etc
Elrond saving Galadriel's ass like
Internal plumbing in MiddleEarth?! I need to edit my fics now
That was brutal Arondir!
They weren't kidding about the mud in those interviews I see (• _ •)
nor about the creatures | ◉ ͟ʖ ◉ |
He is so ready to be a dad goddammit!!
This Hobbit origin story is legit the best part of this show
I literally feel nothing about this loss
Beardless Halbrand!?!!
preposterous
Isildur building his anti Casting out habit, one day at a time!
Thranduil's elves always being ✨Perfection ✨ is exactly what Tolkien would have wanted!
I'm crying & so are you! 😭
Ent wife my beloved 💚
That heartbreak would have been my villian origin story too!
Elrond having no chill this season is one sad coming of age story ˙◠˙
Cue the name changes from
Adar to Maglor ❤️🔥
like Southlands to Mordor in S1
S2|E1 S2|E2 S2|E3
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BALLISTER VILLIAN AU????
I’ve thought about this for awhile now and I finally did it and I love it. I’ve also kinda thought of some lore and here’s what I have so far.
————————————————————————————————————————--Some Lore: Ballister was adopted by Queen Valerin when he was young and became the prince of the kingdom.
During his coronation to become king, he was framed for murdering his mother and his appointed knight, Ambrosius, cut off his arm in an instinct without any thought.
He managed to escape the city walls without anyone noticing thankfully, but where would he go? He knew nothing about the outside world, if anything it was just as dangerous as staying in the kingdom with a harsh title, if not more dangerous.
While running into the forest, he was found by a skilled archer who was also a shapeshifter. They met when Ballister stopped by a tree to catch his breath and an arrow had been fired into his left eye. After realizing what she had done, the archer curiously dragged the unconscious yet still breathing body to her hideout.
After he woke up, she interrogated him. He told her that he was recently framed for murder and was running for his life. He also told her that he was the soon-to-be king.
She realized that he could be quite useful in her plan of revenge on the kingdom, since she too had been outcasted.
She said she would let him stay and use her resources if he helped her in a plan of revenge. After all, he would need her bandages and food if he wanted to survive out here, and he didn’t want to make an enemy he knew he couldn’t defeat. So he cautiously agreed.
After getting Ballister patched up, the archer introduced herself as Nimona.
Months pass by and they have turned to a life of crime. Atleast 3 times a week they visit the kingdom to steal resources such as food, drinks, extra scrap for patching or building, valuables, info about who the real murderer of the queen is, and weaponry.
One day when out looking for extra spray paint cans for Nimona’s vandalizing gig, the fallen prince had over heard the Squire talking to himself. “I should’ve told the prince that his sword was switched by the Director. None of this would’ve happened if I was successful.”
In an instant, Ballister was enraged. The Director did it. She was to blame for his mother’s death. “Nimona, new plan. And this time, our objective is the Director.”
Later that night Ballister found his sword covered in the Director’s blood. He had done it. She was gone. And he can finally rest. Right..?
And within a few minutes, his ex-appointed knight Ambrosius had busted into the office when alerted with the Director’s cry. He couldn’t believe his eyes.
“Well if it isn’t the golden boy?”
After the Director’s death, Ballister had taken back his crown and title as king. He may have enlarged his murderous title, but he didn’t care. Not this time. Consumed by his anger and grief, Ballister became the evil king in every fairytale. The kingdom was in his bondage, there was no escape. No one to stop him.
Ambrosius fled before he was captured by the new king’s servants and before the wall was sealed off. He was alone now, and even worse, his best friend, the man he loved, was his enemy. Alone in the woods, he wondered what he should do next. If he could do anything at all.. ————————————————————————————————————————————————————
I will post more about this au bc I am honestly in love with it so far. I may also write a fic about this au too I’m sure about that yet, but if I do stay tuned! <3
#nimona#ballister#ballister boldheart#ballister fanart#ambrosius#ambrosius goldenloin#nimona movie#ballister villian au#villian au#nimona villian au
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Human Too - Izuku M.
Ever heard the saying, never feed a stray cat?
Villain! Izuku x Reader
Rating: violence, mentions of blood and injury
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With a sigh, you dismissed the amber alert on your phone, dropping it onto your bed. Once again the infamous villain Deku had escaped the pro-heros, apparently he had blown up a diner in the area. It was like watching a game of cat and mouse, the pros seemed to never be able to capture Deku.
With a small groan you get up from your covers, walking around to ensure that all the windows are locked shut. It was a normal routine since you didn’t live in the best neighborhood. You check the front door lock before deadbolting it, and heading back to your bedroom to lock your balcony.
The apartment was quiet, it was a peaceful night in comparison to the ones filled with gunshots and police sirens. So the unexpected thump on your balcony makes you yelp, almost jumping out of your skin.
You could tell from the silhouette through the curtains that a body had landed on your balcony. “Fuck” the person curses, groaning as they strained themselves to sit up. Immediately you rush to help them, not recognizing them at first.
“Hey are you okay?” You opened the screen door, kneeling beside the male. He's dressed quite nicely, in a nice black tux that went well with his dark green curls.
“Oh my god-” you suddenly recognize his features. This was Deku, Japan’s most dangerous hero, lying here on your balcony. You look back at the inside of your room, your phone is on top of your bed, should you call the police?
You look back at the villain, his arm is injured and his clothes were all battered up. You can’t just leave him like this. “Come inside, I’ll dress your wounds” he flinches as you put your hand on his shoulder. Your stomach bubbles with regret.
“What are you-” he pulls back, his stare like icy daggers. You take a step back, watching him struggle to stand up, using your railing as support.
He looked pitiful, struggling like that. “Just shut up and let me help you” You say, biting the inside of your mouth for speaking without thinking, it was a bad habit of yours. He stares at you with an unreadable face, worsening the fear beginning to creep up your spine. Slowly you were able to drag the villain inside and sit him on the carpeted floor, which he was getting blood on.
“You do know who I am right?” He asks while watching you. His eyes dart to every single move you make.
Your room was dark, only light coming from the moon shining in through your balcony. You reply, “yes I do.” Once you have him sat in the middle of your room, you enter your bathroom to go find some supplies.
“Then why are you helping me?”
“Villian or not, you're still human,” You yell out from your bathroom, looking for your first aid kit.
The male stays quiet, holding his arm while he waits for you. You finally find that damned medkit and rush back into the room. ‘“I’m immune to poison by the way” He still doesn’t trust you, watching you take out antibiotics.
You pause for a moment, antibiotics in hand, and meet his gaze. His words echo in your mind, reminding you of the dangerous person you're dealing with. But something compels you to proceed, to offer aid despite the risks.
"I'm not trying to poison you," you say firmly, your voice laced with sincerity. “Just let me clean your wounds,” you raise a brow, holding a cloth in your hand as you wait for him to present his arm to you. His eyes bore into yours as you both just stare at each other.
The boy huffs before removing his hand from his wound and showing it to you. “This might sting a bit” You warn.
“Please” he says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
You press the warm towel to his wound and he hisses in pain and you snicker under your breath quietly. You focus on cleaning his wound, ignoring the gaze that stares into your forehead .Deku studies you, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. It's a gamble, trusting a villain, but your gut tells you there's more to his story.
As you clean his wound, a strange tension lingers in the air. The silence is broken only by the soft sound of water and the occasional sound of pain escaping from Deku's lips.
“What...happened?” You decide to speak first, moving the cloth slowly to check if the bleedings stopped.
“Why not just turn the news on and see for yourself?” His hot breath fans on your face as he speaks, though his voice is cold.
“The news always over-dramatises everything, I wanna know your story” You laugh a little, removing the blood-spoked towel completely, grabbing rubbing alcohol.
“I was just minding my business when the lovely number one hero stopped by,” He explains, clenching his jaw from the liquid being poured over his wound.
“He exploded that diner huh?” You finish for him, well aware of the hero’s anger issues and tendency to blow things up.
“I never did get to finish that milkshake” He mutters.
"You know," you search your first aid for a wrapping band-aid, mindlessly speaking. "The world sees you as this villain, this untouchable figure. But I can't help but wonder if there's more to you than meets the eye."
Deku's gaze flickers, his brows furrowing slightly. "What do you mean?"
You start to wrap his wound with a bandage, his gaze stirring up the fear you were fighting. The weight of his presence and his reputation as a dangerous villain hangs over you, reminding you of the risks you're taking. He smirks, as if reading your mind.
“I’m not gonna hurt you pretty girl,” you notice that his eyes have softened quite a bit, By now he’s realized that you're not a threat. “I can tell you're scared of me, don’t be, I like that sassy side in you.”
His free hand comes up and rubs your cheek, a flirtatious grin on his face. You feel your cheeks heat up a bit but you stop yourself, wanting to purge the thoughts from your head. You tighten the bandage wrap making him retract his hand, he groans. “Ouch.”
“I prefer you not try to seduce me” You get back to wrapping. He grins, a chuckle coming from his chapped lips.
“Atta girl,” He praises, making you grin as well.
You let out a small laugh at his playful remark, relieved that the tension in the room has eased a bit. Despite the dangerous circumstances, you find yourself strangely drawn to Deku's charisma and his ability to lighten the mood.
Once you finish wrapping his wound, you sit back and admire your handiwork. “Done, you should probably get some stitches though.” Deku flexes his arm experimentally, testing the tightness of the bandage.
"You're pretty good at this," he comments..
"Well, I've had my fair share of accidents and injuries," you reply with a hint of self-deprecating humor. "It comes with living in a neighborhood like this."
Deku laughs, starting to stand up. “I think I like you,” he grabs a cigarette from his front pocket, placing it in his mouth before lighting it. “Sorry about your carpet, I’ll pay to fix it”
“Is that just your excuse to see me again?” You crossed your arms, arching a brow at him.
“Oh trust me doll, we will be seeing each other again.”
Before you could reply, he bends down, cold lips pressed up against your cheek before his breath fanned on your ear. “But there is no guarantee we’ll both be...fully clothed~”
And just like that, he disappeared.
As Deku's words hang in the air, surprise and anticipation courses through you. The brief contact of his lips on your cheek lingers, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. His departure is sudden and mysterious, leaving you standing there, stunned and slightly breathless.
A mix of emotions swirl within you—confusion, intrigue, and a hint of excitement. You find yourself replaying the encounter in your mind, contemplating the enigmatic villain and the unexpected connection that has formed between you.
Days pass, and thoughts of Deku continue to occupy your mind. You find yourself drawn to the balcony where he had landed, as if hoping to catch a glimpse of him again. But there is no sign of him, and you wonder if it was all just a surreal dream.
One evening, you were bringing in groceries late.
“Damn these bags are heavy.”
You walked up the steps to your apartment, many bags of heavy groceries in your hand. Placing them down on the ground outside your door, you searched your purse for the keys.
Finally getting your hands on them, you pull them out to unlock the door, but it’s already cracked open. You tilt your head, “did I leave the door open?”
You furrow your eyebrows as you push the door to open further, the light glistening from the moon shined inside the doorway of your apartment. You patted the wall in search of the light switch and the lights flickered on with a click, but...something was wrong. Your entire apartment was stripped clean, nothing inside at all. The furniture, gone. Carpets, stripped, even the drywall were removed.
Concern took over your features as you took off your wet raincoat and ventured further inside the apartment, the front door still ajar. Everything was gone, your closet stripped clean
Someone had broken in…
You run a hand through your hair, biting your lip slightly. What should you do? Call the police?
“Well, lookie here boys. I found our little princess.” The unknown voice sends chills down your spine, as a very big man enters the room. More footsteps could be heard as even more walked in as well.
“Let’s cut straight to the chase sweetie, where is it?”
You cross your arms, attempting to shield your fear. “Where is what?”
The biggest one steps up, you assume he’s probably the boss. “Deku was here, meaning he had to have given you something, where is it?”
Your eye twitches as you look around the room, “you stripped my whole apartment…over something that isn’t even here!?” Anger begins to boil within you, “ this is outrageous! I can not believe this!”
The members begin to chatter with each other.
‘Nothing is here….?’
‘Something has to be, Deku doesn’t just make friendly visits.’
You march up to the boss and start pointing your finger in his face. “You are going to be paying for everything-” The man doesn’t look very happy making you quiet down. “It’s okay, I’ll just file an insurance claim.”
The boss grabs your arm, slamming you up against a wall. “You sure like to talk,” he grins eagerly, “but I have better uses for that pretty little mouth.” The man moves closer to your neck and you start to shiver in disgust wanting to retreat away from him as soon as possible.
“There’s enough to go around boys” The man looks over to his gang, grinning at your petite body.
“Uhhh… I’m on my period, and I have herpes, like really bad herpes.” You lie through your teeth, but they don’t seem to be listening and you start to panic looking around for anything to defend yourself.
Your keys!
As swiftly as you could, you gripped your keys and used it to stab the boss in the eye. “Bitch!” He cusses, dropping you immediately and clutching his eye. “I’m gonna fucking kill you.”
You back yourself into a corner, holding out your keys as a last pitiful attempt in defense. They started to close in on you, looking very pissed off. You gulp, how royally screwed you were.
In that moment, as fear and desperation surged through your veins, a sudden noise echoed through the apartment. It was a loud crash, the gang members turned their attention toward the noise, momentarily distracted from their pursuit of you.
Through the doorway emerged a figure, clad in a familiar green and black suit. It was Deku, and he didn’t look too happy. You stare at him wide-eyed, and when he catches your eyes, he smiles.
“Trouble just seems to always find you, hm doll?”
The room descended into chaos as Deku fought off the assailants, his movements a blur of strength and skill. The tide turned in your favor as the odds shifted in the presence of your villain friend.
As the last of the gang members fell to the ground, subdued and defeated, Deku turned his attention toward you. He doesn’t seem the least bit fazed and just fixes his tie.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
You take a moment to catch your breath, still trying to process the whirlwind of events that just unfolded. Despite the chaos around you, a sense of relief washes over you as you realize you're safe, thanks to Deku's intervention.
“You’re just a magnet for villains aren’t you-” his playful remark is interrupted as you stand up and hug him, squeezing him as hard as you could.
“I was so scared.” You whisper, a tear rolling down your cheek.
He’s frozen still for a second, before his hands are embracing you back. “So you can stand up to the number one villain, but you're scared of these bozos? I’m insulted.”
You laugh through your tears. “Shut up.”
As the adrenaline subsides, you notice the aftermath of the fight. Broken furniture, scattered debris, and the defeated gang members lying on the floor. You pull away from Deku and look around your empty room. “They took everything, I…I don’t know what I’m gonna do.”
His eyes flicker up to your face, watching your expression contort as you make up different ideas in your head. Maybe you could stay at a hotel, or your moms…
“You’re bleeding.”
“Huh?” You glance over at Deku, he’s pointing at your thigh, and he was right, you were bleeding. “Oh shit,” because of the adrenaline you didn’t notice when you accidentally stabbed yourself with your key.
“Let me take care of you,” Deku says, effortlessly picking you up into his arms. “Let’s call it, returning a favor.”
©LuvloveUni
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