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e-nonsense · 2 years ago

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𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗜? - 1𝘒 𝘊𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘉𝘙𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕

pairing. dick grayson x fem!angel!reader [wc. 1.6k]

warnings. john constantine, alcohol use, bad smoking habits, you use your brain, mentions of demons and magic, incorrect comic knowledge, dickhead grayson, bad ending

apart of my 1k celebration masterlist repost because first one got a community label

Aleksander, your boyfriend was a great guy, he was tall, handsome, with sandy brown hair and hazel eyes that looked gold in the sun. But on top of that he treated you like a Queen.

He didn't have too much money, but he worked his ass off to give you a good lifestyle. So you never understood why your best friend Dick Grayson didn't like him. Dick was a great guy, if you had to admit you used to have a small crush on him but that quickly went away when you met your boyfriend.

Over time it got awkward for you if you wanted to hang out with both of them, thankfully everytime the three of you met up Dick always brought Kori along. You were never sure why —although it seemed she did and it only amused her further when you didn't realise— but the two of you always got along, you liked Kori and you wished the best for her and Dick's relationship.

You said it to them the first time you met and they seemed so touchy, what concerned you was the angry look in his eyes and the way Jason choked on his drink then started laughing.

You knew what your closest friend was like with women and that's what made you get over him faster than anyone else. He broke more hearts than anyone could count, no matter what persona he took on at night you knew you weren't ready for that kind of heartbreak.

So when you were invited to a Wayne Gala —by Bruce who always thought of you as his daughter— you asked Aleksander to be your plus one.

You stood off towards the side with a few of the original teen titans, reminiscing the times you all had. "remember the time n/n dropped Dick when she was flying?"

You groaned, "to be fair Garth I was rushing around trying to save you all from being poisoned"

"You dropped him?" Aleksander snorted. Normally someone would've been a little concerned but your boyfriend had seen you in action just as you'd seen him.

You were an incarnation of an angel and Aleksander was a very powerful warlock with dark magic, it was fate that the two would meet. It was easy to hide your golden wings thanks to him.

Your head shot up when you saw Roy Harper accompanying Jason Todd, "Roy!" the man turned his head towards the sound of his name and grinned when he saw you, "N/n!"

The two of you met in the middle and he pulled you in for a dramatic hug. You hadn't seen Roy in months after being swept away with your responsibilities helping The Endless. "It's been forever babe!"

You heard Jason muffle laughter behind you. "Hi Jase, let's dance"

Just as you pulled him away a slow song started, looking back you saw Roy wipe a fake tear mouthing something like "they grow up so fast" to Aleksander who was fake crying and holding onto Roy.

Jason let out a huff of amusement when Roy pulled your boyfriend to dance. "Where’ve you been?”

You looked up into his eyes and smiled, “Y’know saving the world, stopping magical entities who want to destroy the universe”

“Oh so the usual?” you hummed, “but that’s not why I wanted to dance with you”

“Oh?”

“Jase, is your brother mad at me or something?”

Jason tilted his head to the side like a puppy, “Dickhead?” you felt bad for asking because Jason really looked like he was thinking hard about why his brother would be mad at you.

He spun you around and once he pulled you back in he muttered, ”I think I might know why big birds mad”

You looked at him with a curious glint in your eyes, “you can’t tell him I told you”

“I promise”

"Aleks he likes me?"

Your boyfriend sighed, "Why do you make it sound like it'd be hard to be in love with you?"

"I— wait what?" you watched as a grin spread across his features. "What?"

"Baby" you whined as he shook his head, "nuh uh, what were you saying before?"

"I love you— wait no that wasn't it" you groaned, "I can't remember—"

"I love you too but we were talking about your friend" he lent back onto the wall pulling out a cigarette and a light —smoking was a habit he picked up from John Constantine, he raised you and he was the man who trained your boyfriend.

"Jase said that he likes me in that way and that's why doesn't like you"

"mhm" he nodded blowing out smoke from between his lips, "I know"

"You knew?!"

"baby, I see the way everyone looks at you" he tugged at your hand, "have to scout for possible competition y'know" his accent was thicker the lower he talked.

When Aleksander heard the door slam open he pulled you into him, dropping the cigarette onto the floor, summoning a few of his guard dogs.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" came Dick Grayson's angry voice, when one of the silver dogs leaped at him obviously sensing its master's distaste for the man in front of them.

"Well, when someone slams open a door it's usually never good" you were hidden from view and you hadn't made your presence known.

You heard Dick mutter, "you bitch, I don't understand why she's with you."

Aleksander let out a mocking laugh, "because she loves me?"

"I doubt anyone could love you"

Aleksander raised a brow, "what do you think love? Can anyone love me?"

Dick's head snapped up to see you protectively held in the other man's embrace and glared at the hand around your waste but his eyes softened when he met your disbelieving gaze.

"Why would you— how could you say something like that?"

"Y/n" when he moved forwards you scrunched your nose in distaste at the strong smell of alcohol, he noticed and stopped moving.

"N/n..." the two of you somehow always managed to read each other's minds.

"what do you want me to do Dick— I can't leave him"

"not even for me?"

You looked away, thinking back to when you first met him.

"Come on! why isn't it working?!" You watched silently from across the room —behind John Constantine— as Dick slammed his fists onto the desk.

"S'alright kid" you looked at John, "don't call me kid"

"Alright then sunshine" you gave him a look and he snorted, "pumpkin patch" he grinned when he saw you facepalm. John didn't understand why he took care of you, he didn't have he knew that but he did regardless. Maybe because deep inside no matter how hard he fought it he was scared that you'd turn out like him.

He knew he saw his reflection in your eyes, he saw the boy he was. Rash, unpredictable, a bit arrogant... scared of not being enough.

You couldn't remember why you were in the batcave that day but you were happy to be there and you made a friend.

You looked at Aleksander who was waiting for you, hand outstretched. It reminded you of when the two of you had first met.

"Hey! Get away from her!" you didn't see much when a bright purple light came out of nowhere.

You were confused, you'd seen magic like this before but not in this form. "Are you alright?" you found yourself face to face with a boy, overgrown sandy hair falling into his eyes, hazel eyes that you'd swear was glowing. He was around the same age as you 15 or 16.

"you're pretty" the words came out of your mouth before you realised you were thinking them. you watched a pink slowly dusted his face and he grinned, "you're prettier"

He pulled you up, steadying you and then let go. "I'm Aleksander"

"Y/n!" you whipped around and was brought into warm arms, "fuck, pumpkin patch I thought you were hurt"

"Sorry Johnny" if anyone the two of you knew were to see this they'd think they were on drugs, mostly because everyone knew John as an arrogant prick who only did things for his own benefit.

You didn't protest when he brought your face into his hands, inspecting for injuries. Instead you scanned his face for any cuts or bruises you could heal for him. You lifted you hand up reaching for the faint tint of purple below his eye, once your hands reached his face they were glowing a faint white-yellow.

"Thanks pumpkin patch" he grinned and moved his eyes to the boy behind them, "who are you?" his tone came off rude and harsh.

"Johnny!" you slapped his arm, he rolled his eyes and the boy behind you smiled. "I'm Aleks"

"Did you do that?" John asked, motioning to the dead demon that was slowly disintegrating. Aleksander nodded and watched as John whispered something in your ear that seemed to make your face light up.

John walked away to smoke, muttering "stupid kid, making me soft." You explained to Aleksander that John offered to take him in and teach him how to control his magic. If the boy had to admit the older man made him nervous but your company made him feel a little more at home. When John came back he looked at you expecting an answer but instead you shrugged as he opened a portal and walked through.

You moved towards the portal and held out your hand towards Aleksander.

Back in the present time you sighed, "he's very dear to me"

"dearer than I?"

Just as Aleksander took your hand that day, you took his today. "I'm sorry Dick" And in a flash of white light you both were gone.

Leaving the man in silence and quiet, he scoffed bottle in hand, he walked away.

#i have no regrets #dickory #oc x reader #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson angst #nightwing x reader #nightwing imagine #nightwing angst #enzo's 1k followers celebration

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matthewloverr · 8 months ago

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The Book P3

matt x maysen drew (femreader)

part three | part one | part two

summary: when watching the people you love destroy themselves and choose money and fame over you, you found someone else to love.

warnings: swearing, smoking (weed, cigarettes) angst, mention of substance abuse/ addiction, mentions of abuse, angst, some mentions of starving

a/n: again this chapter is pretty heavy so please read at your own risk and take care of yourself i love you and enjoy !

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i stare at him blankly, did he really just say that, did those words come out of his mouth?? no i must’ve heard him wrong.

“masyn?” he says staring at me concern written all over his face.

“what do you mean matt” my voice cracking as i struggled to hold back my tears.

he takes a deep breath.

“that night i was gonna surprise you and show up at your house to hangout, i heard noises from the house so i parked down the street and turned my lights off, your dad sped out of there so fast he didn’t notice me”

i felt my heart go up in my throat. matt was fucking there, matt knew something had happened and never said anything.

anger pumped through my veins, im not sure why but my mind couldn’t focus on that.

i just stared at him with tears brimming in my eyes before i ran my tongue along my teeth.

“take me home” i said deadpanning out the window.

“what”

“i said, take me the fuck home”

“mays please” he pleaded begging me to look at him.

“ill fucking walk”

with that he threw the car in drive and out we went, the car ride was silent but there was so much tension. the tears just fell from my eyes and wouldn’t stop.

we reached my house and i just waiting until he left, that’s when i grabbed my own car and went to who i thought the only other person who knew, my best friend since we i was 3 and she was 5 celeste.

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i reached celeste’s house and as i walked up to the door i called her to let her know i was here.

“c-cel” you could tell by my voice that i had been crying.

“masyn? where are you?” she replied with a concerned tone.

“im outside can you let me in please”

with that i heard some shuffling through the phone and then the door unlocked and she opened it.

celeste’s pov:

i opened the door to the girl i had seen basically everyday since we were kids, she practically lived at my house. i knew the girl way too much to know that something was seriously wrong.

there she stood, on my porch, tears streaming down her face and this look like the life had been pulled out of her.

she immediately wrapped her arms around me and started sobbing. me and masyn were sisters at this point and we had maybe hugged twice in the years we’ve known each other.

i felt like i had been stabbed in the chest seeing her like this.

masyn’s pov:

i held my best friend so close i don’t even think she could breathe, i appreciated her so much for just knowing something was wrong and not turning me away.

celeste was there for everything, when my moms book blew up, when i found out she was using again, when my dad lost all our money and the night he left.

matt knew most things but the one person who would be there and listen everytime no matter what was celeste.

and i was there for her although she was a very quiet person, i would be worried at times thinking that she didn’t trust me but overtime i just learned she wasn’t a person that talked about their feelings.

and most of all i loved our friendship so much because even when we argue or just don’t talk for a bit because the world gets too hectic, we always come back together.

i loved celeste with everything in me, we never showed our affection but sometimes i just wish i could scream at her and tell her how grateful i am that she is here and how much i love her.

we walked up to her bedroom and i immediately sat on my specific spot on her bed, we just sat in silence and she gave me a minute to calm down.

“he was there cel” the words coming out of my mouth without me even registering it.

“who was there, and where?” she replied slightly grabbing my hand.

“matt, he was there the night my dad left”

i tilted my head to look at her and i watched as her face went blank.

“what do you mean he was there? did he tell anyone?” her words spat out faster than i could comprehend.

“he was outside waiting for me so we could hangout, i had no idea”

“he didn’t know the entire story but after i explained he told me and i just told him to bring me home”

we sat in silence for a bit before my thoughts cleared and then i remembered.

“oh and my dad is home”

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it had been two days since i spoke to matt, to be honest it was horrible i wanted to just text him and hangout.

that night i snuck in through my window to avoid any confrontation from my dad but with that i also never left my room.

i hadn’t eaten in two days.

i had managed to pull myself out of my bed and stared at the reflection in the mirror.

my hair was messy, i was wearing a shirt that was ten sizes too big and black shorts.

the thought of my parents barging in my room kept me up at night so there wasn’t much sleep either, and you could tell by the deep bags underneath my eyes.

i grabbed the hairbrush off my dress and attempted to brush my hair, ten minutes had gone by and a chunk of my hair was ripped out but it finally looked decent.

i immediately went to the shower and turned it on taking off the clothes that had been on my body for far too long.

i stepped in the shower feeling the warm water hit my skin, i couldn’t even think straight like what the actual hell was happening.

i hoped out and quickly washed my face, brushed my teeth and threw on a pair of grey sweats and a black tank.

here goes nothing.

i grabbed the door handle to my door and thought of everything that could go wrong in the next two seconds, i felt sick just thinking about it.

i twisted the knob and off i went, the smell of breakfast hit my nose and my stomach started grumbling immediately.

i walked down my stairs and went to the kitchen. there he was, my father sat at the dining table tapping away on his phone while sipping on a coffee.

he looked up at me and smiled from ear to ear.

it was so fucking fake.

“good of you to join us” he says while sipping his coffee.

my mother whips her head around and spots me and i almost fall to my knees. her skin was so pale and her eyes were puffed up like she had been crying.

she stared at me with a scared expression but quickly changed it to a weak smile.

“good morning hunny, where have you been?” she says as she focuses on flipping pancakes in the pan she’s holding.

“celestes” i say lying through my teeth. i didn’t want then knowing i was home this whole time.

“not excited to see your father” my dad says finally peeling his eyes away from his phone.

“no” i say blatantly as i grab a peice of bread throwing it in the toaster not daring to look him in the eye.

“that’s no way to speak to me” he says anger starting to build in his tone.

the words running down my spine making me freeze.

“sorry” i reply with my head down.

i glanced up at him and he stared at me, like right into my soul i couldn’t do it anymore so i ran up stairs completely forgetting about the toast i had just made.

i shut my door behind me and lean my back up against it, i slid down and pulled my knees to my chest and i noticed my heart was racing.

i couldn’t stay here, i whipped out my phone and clicked on the last contact i had texted. matt.

“are you free right now?”

“on the way.”

a/n: sorry if this parts a bit boring idk, anyways love yaz and see you at the next part😉

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eloeloanna · 9 months ago

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About the “golden year” 1967

For this one I made three questions. Here I remembered the questions that suggested @sleeper9 because I didn’t know how to ask 😂.

For me, this reading was full of passion! The most passionate (now) I would say, along with Keywest.

So here we are!

This is for entertainment purposes only.

Check my readings! here

Why were they together all the time in 1967?

The cards start telling me about the feelings of one of the parts: he felt very confused about the relationship, and his own feelings, and this feeling remained for a long time. That was destroying him, so he did a proposal. The other part knew that this was a very manipulative move, and wasn’t very sure about accepting it, but it was like he had no other choice. The one of the proposal told him some bullshit like doing this, they would create more and would have more success (😭☠️😂). The other knew it was bullshit, they would probably do nothing. He thought that he needed to be more impartial but after some meditation he finally gave in to the wishes of the one of the proposal. He thought this was his way of showing his love. So here the cards show me a trip to other place. Being in this other place was a victory, it was like now he had full power. The funny thing for me is that they actually tried to write songs, but one of the parts was like WHY?! IM NOT HERE FOR THAT! 😂😂😂😭😭😭. So he tried “subtlety” to suggest other things, but the other part wasn’t responsive at all 😭. The other part thought that he needed to be the “responsible” and “mature” one, and reaaaaally “fought” to stop the “initiator”. Eventually, they could write songs, very good ones, but the “mature” one started to feel kind of guilty, and trapped in his own thoughts, because he was feeling very happy. Everytime they would write it would lend him to think very beautiful things, and that led to other kind of feelings, more raw and animalistic. He tried very hard to not do things, but the other part noticed it, and he was enjoying it. “Why don’t we write again?!”, something like that the little shit would say, knowing that the other would like that and would love the “feelings”. This would “destroy” the “mature” one, but also gave to his heart a sense of belonging, a sense of knowing that he needed to have this forever. For one of the parts this wasn’t enough. “Was it real?”. For me this seems like a painful realisation that you want to have this person forever at your side, no matter what happens. I felt this was actually very passionate.

What was so special about this moment that made them being together so much?

I think it has to be related with John’s sense of security. He definitely felt better living with Paul. I think for him this was the meaning of a new chapter, where he could do what he wanted, so he felt very secure and confident. What he didn’t like was the fact that Paul wasn’t very fast in understanding his advances, but when he did, it was like it wasn’t enough. John reflected a lot about what was missing, until he “hunted” Paul in some way (😂) so he felt like he had something. I think Paul tried to be very clear that this wasn’t a very good idea, that they needed to think more about this, so John felt very deceived. But at the same time it was very difficult to get out, because Paul would say some “weird” shit and behaving different and made it almost very confusing. Sometimes it would be like “but I like you being here” or, I don’t know “this is okay”. Also Paul would love to do “songwriting” (now I’m so confused about this ahahahshbdqj) and John knew what that meant, but it was all wild because it was like “I love this but what is going on”.

Did something sexual happen between John and Paul during this time?

I don’t think so. I think both of them thought about this for a long time. Even would be in their heads doing it, but it was like every time they tried they thought how bad this would end. It was like, for the sake of everything they done, it was better to stay as they were. It wasn’t so bad, wasn’t it? But I think this chased them, it was something that they obsessedly thought about, how good it would be, but also, how much they wanted to give to the other. It was like, why can't I show how much love I feel? Because it wasn’t enough, even when you can see each other everyday. Living together wasn’t the solution for those thoughts. It was like it wasn’t right. I think they knew that they wanted it, but one of the parts put a lot of effort to resist. I think there was a clear proposition from one of the parts, but the other part rejected it. He wanted it to happen, but it was like “he couldn’t do it”.

#mclennon #john and paul #tarot readings #1967

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mayhems-cannon · 9 days ago

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update (tw self harm, depression, psychosis/delusions, as well as general mental health issues)

wanted to say thank you to everyone who sent me kind words when i asked about if my art resonated with anyone of you. seeing you telling me it does in any way helps me just want to live in general.

the treatment i take is turning out to be quite ineffective and is actually causing the opposite what would be even barely decent all while taking three times the amount of pills to take to balance eachother into a mess that still isn’t enough to make me want to die for not being good enough at what i say I’m supposedly best at. every night i am considering harming myself over this while seeing other people’s art, other people who of course have wholly different pathways and so on but even just glancing at some of their works makes me want to cry at best and just actively makes me want to self harm at worst. it’s an issue i and only i can solve or stop in any way of course, but given the meds cocktail barely works at all it makes me feel like all i am is a parasite or leech profiting off a game and popular character to feel loved, or something. I’ve always had issues with self love and self worth, especially tied to art, but at this point it’a absurdly hard for me to not almost wish i could just wholly destroy myself, either from overworking myself or through self inflicted punishments for not being “””good””” enough. the intrusive thoughts telling me even more ways i should destroy myself through are not helping either.

I wish i could say i liked my art, that i didn’t find it lacking in every way and just fucking trash. i wish i could understand what value people actually see in it. I’m glad you all like it, even if to me it’s all worth being thrown into a garbage fire. honestly, the fact some people enjoy it makes me want to keep posting it, even if hate the results everytime. it’s not something i really fully do for myself, at least in terms of results. i don’t know, im just in a constant state of wanting to cry and harm myself, and i really wish it could all just stop, that maybe i could stop wishing my own destruction for good.

At least my parents are slowly getting better emotionally and psychologically, so we get along much better now. that’s at least one thing where i can rest easy about.

#yapyapyap #update #I’m sorry this just fucking sucks #i don’t know what else to do aside from becoming a machine sometimes #havent done one these in a while; im really sorry

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pinkthick · 2 years ago

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Can I request 10 and 14 from your mistletoe list for Stephen strange?

Sorry for making you wait so long. I hope you like it.😅

Just feel the Christmas spirit

Pairing: Doctor Strange x Fem!Reader

Doctor Strange & America Chavez & Wong & Reader

Summary: America just found out about the mistletoe tradition and she wants to hang some around Kamar-taj. You and Stephen help her, of course.

Stephen didn't understand why Wong thought it would be a good idea to throw another party at Kamar-taj. The previous time, despite being rather inebriated, he needed to make everyone forget about what had occurred. The fact that no one died is still a miracle to him, but the artifacts won't be returning anytime soon, and he didn't want to travel to the dark dimension only to look for them even if they probably had already been destroyed. Perhaps it was for the best that nobody remembered that party and since he was the one who cast the spell, it's not like other people actually knew what happened.

Just then Wong broke his train of thought “By the Vishanti, you are aware that I might use a hand.”

“I think you're doing just fine without me," the sorcerer said, grinning at him.

“You know that America always tries to avoid her responsibilities, but even she did more than you.” Wong said, standing in the center of the dining hall with his hands on his hips and a disappointed expression on his face.

“Give her a break; she's a kid." Stephen demanded as he eventually picked up a box of globes and walked towards the location of the sorcerer supreme. America has endured a lot, so he was happy to be able to provide her a life that was, at least in some ways, normal.

Wong just chuckled at that and took the box in his hands. ”Speaking of her, where is she?”

Stephen didn’t know why but he felt his heart drop. He usually had this absurd thought everytime he was with her at Kamar-taj. The incident with Wanda left wounds on all of them, especially on the girl, even if the sorcerer was aware that she was safe and that it was ridiculous to have that fear. He and you were always there, but the night terros she was experiencing were something else. God forbid she would open a portal out of fear because of the nightmare she is having. He can’t lose her.

“America?” He yelled, his brows furrowing.

"In the kitchen!" The younger girl's calm voice somehow eased the sorcerer considerably.

He went to the kitchen, where he was surprised to see that not just America, but also you were in there, eating cookies. On the counter, there was a book open as well, but he couldn't see the contents of it from where he was. He really needs to schedule an appointment.

“What are you two up to?” He noticed some cookie crumbs on your face and asked as he got closer to you. Then he softly brushes it away by running his fingers across your lips.

“Now that America is aware of the mistletoe custom, she wants to hang some around Kamar-taj.“ You chuckle softly and then stood on your tiptoes to give him a swift kiss before continuing on. “It is only fair that I help her.”

“But the question is.. do you wish to help us?" He simply couldn't say no because the girl's excitement was so obvious on her face. In addition, watching Wong's reaction would be amusing.

"I'm in if you also offer me a cookie." he makes a remark before snatching one from the girl's hand.

“Hey!” America then lunged at him from behind, laughing, and demanded that he should give her snack back. Oh, it was obvious that he wouldn't get away with it.

The three of you were sneaking around the temple for the next few hours, positioning mistletoes so they weren't too noticeable. However, thanks to your brilliant idea, when two people were standing underneath them, it would make a small firework, just enough to catch their attention without hurting them, of course. America once came dangerously close to being caught by Master Hamir, but she was lucky that Rintrah was nearby. She was saved too many times by that minotaur, especially considering that she occasionally skipped some courses. However, no one could blame her because she had to discover this universe because it was her home now.

The Strange family would have hung more if they had more time, but because everyone else had to leave to get ready for the party and it would have been suspicious if they were the only ones there, so they also made their way to the Sanctum. Although she enjoyed parties a lot, America hated the attire she needed to wear. She could have worn something more comfortable if it had been a regular party, but she was unable to do so due to the regulations, which Wong nevertheless adhered to strictly.

The robes you had to wear didn't appeal to either of you, but it would only be for a short while so you could resist. But if Stephen would stop kissing you, you could get dressed more quickly.

For a while, the two of you continued to kiss and explore one another, but when America knocked on the door, the sorcerer finally stopped.

“We're almost ready!” You yelled and he finally went to get dressed. You were still getting used to a literal kid being there, so yeah, having someone else in the Sanctum was odd, but not in a bad way. The first time she saw her room here would be a night you would never forget. You really didn't think that something like that could make you cry, but oh boy, you were wrong. The young latina did truly steal both of your hearts, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

She hardly voiced a complaint about the attire, which shocked you both, but it was obvious she was eager to go to the party. In fact, you three were interested in observing how others might respond to the mistletoes around the temple.

People were startled throughout the night when a pair of two occasionally managed to walk under one of the mistletoes. Some of them kissed, whether it was on the lips or the cheek, but some didn't. Since nobody began to inquire as to who actually hanged them, they were safe from the sorcerer supreme's anger. Not that any of you actually cared. —Who are you trying to fool? Wong is so scary sometimes.

"How's the party going thus far?" Your boyfriend's voice rang out from behind you.

When you glanced at him, it was obvious that he had already had some alcohol. Occasionally, it was entertaining to watch Stephen make a fool of himself. “If you were here with me, maybe I would enjoy the party more.” You stated as you give him a wink.

“Can I show you something?” he asked as he gave you a lazy smile. You nodded, and the doctor seized your hands in his and dragged you a little after him.

A firework burst into view as you were moving towards the Christmas tree. Stephen pulled you closer and gave you a gentle kiss despite the fact that you appeared perplexed about your surroundings and could not see any mistletoes.

Still curious about the location of the mistletoe as you pulled away while giggling, you asked him, "Where is it?"

He merely grinned at you and shrugged his shoulders without responding to you.

“Come on, Stephen.” As you began to play with a hair on the back of Strange's neck, you pleaded.

“It isn't visible.” He spoke as he leaned in close to you, his breath lightly brushing your lips.

"You really wanted to kiss me under an invisible mistletoe, didn't you? You didn't need to bring me here so that you could kiss me; you could have done it anywhere.” A proud grin lip up on your boyfriend’s facial features. He really was wasted.

He leaned in closer, just kissing you on the lips briefly, and murmured, "Just feel the Christmas spirit."

"I can feel the liquor on your lips though." Although you weren't entirely sure why he brought you here, as long as the two of you were together, you didn't mind. Also it was funny to spend your night with a drunk Stephen.

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tanetaken · 2 years ago

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my only wish is that you don't have to discuss me in therapy. that somehow i didn't hurt you enough to leave too much of a mark. i want you to be as happy as you can be, i want to fade from your memory in its entirety. its not my place anymore. maybe it never was.

the thing that bothers me the most is how you've still stuck with me in my head. the you that's in there isn't you. you and them could never be confused for one another. one is a person and the other is a fucked up coping mechanism for losing you, and yet, its been almost three years since i last spoke to you, probably 4 or 5 since we split.

i don't want to speak to you, but is that a lie? my desire to talk to you, to know you're okay, its wholly selfish and i can't help but wonder if its some divine punishment. everytime i get goosebumps i feel as if its you, i trained myself for that years ago and i hate it. its not you, it shouldn't be you, its a manifestation infestation. why is everything i do selfish?

if i'm being honest, i kind of don't know if you exist at all. i mean you have to, you have a presence in this world that i veer from, and yet i feel like i've convinced myself we were never even friends to begin with. not you or her. even when i can reach out and touch the messages we've shared, every single memory of you is hazed and unfocused. you don't exist and yet you occupy my mind too fucking much. you don't deserve to have to live knowing that i still know you.

why is it like this? i don't want this. i don't want this. i want you out of my head out of my memories i want every single fucking goddamn stupid fucking inch of you out of me. why did i cut for you? why did you cut for me? what was wrong with me? what is wrong with me? why did i do this to you? why am i STILL fucking making it about myself? i want to die. i want to die. thinking about you makes me feel 16 again. thinking about her makes me feel 15. why was it you and why was it me? can i die yet? when i die will a weight lift from your shoulders? that's if you still know who i am. that's if i hurt you beyond a means to move on.

there's a part of me that hates you, the part that can't accept blame. i vehemently push that part down in a desperate attempt to say i'm a good person or worthy of love or kindness but until that part is destroyed i can't see any way to make it better that doesn't involve killing myself.

but that's still all about me. why am i still making it about me? i hate this, yet that hate also comes from fucking guilt. it says "see, i hate that i'm selfish, so i'm redeemable, right?" but you aren't redeemable until you can prove it. why does everything still hurt? can i die yet?

i wonder if you and her are still together. its not my place, to wonder, but i can't help it. i'm sorry. for everything i've done even if you don't know it.

#vent #sh tw

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furrywerewolfpizza · 5 months ago

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Strang girl

"I can explain," throwing my hands up in surrender I stuck them in my pockets. Will still by my side opens his mouth but I spoke before he did,

"-I didn't meen to disturb the piece. My name's Isla. My family moved here in Hawkins, four years ago, me and Will know eachother since fourth grade."

"Looks like Will's got himself a girlfriend," the dark brown skin boy talks.

"My eyes turn to Will, "What. He-

"We're friends. She's like my sidekick," Will leat them know. Pointing at the chubby boy, I wonder why he's having a cow. "What's wrong with him?"

Getting good views of the game and eyeing points I understood, so I raised my eyebrow. On screen it shows names all are ok until Madmax came along destroying players, epically. Player Max killed everybody. I move on to other games named Donkey Kong three and Frenzy till I gote tired leaving out, Angela pop the lock so I gote in.

Just now I fill cold hands around my neck, it did not hurt it mad me fazed and mostly stun.

"What's wrong with you? Oh my God," sis scoffed.

"It's cold." I whisper while she drives down Old Cherry Road. We past by a red meal box stopping in are drive in that's mad of pole and roof, colored white. Like all the other houses it was painted white too, are mayn top roof dark green. I begain running my shower quickly warming up. My body slouched as I mad my way back to my bedroom, sleep took over me and I dosed off.

The one same dream slipped in my head consisting of events, events evolving a dark world and I'm being followed by something weird looking, slimy, slidy and cold. It felt just the same as earlier night. Sicken, I hurled chocolate bars at it.

End of dream

Chapter 2

Trick or treat

Oh man astral projection sucks! Everytime my energy is drained. Mom mixes green milkshakes in the blender for me and her , sis wants raspberry. I took small sips, "Delish, what did you put in this?"

Mom bit some bacon pieces from her plate, "Two percent milk with fresh coconut, banana, kiwi and mango. A little dannon is in there too." She gives me blueberry eggos.

"Someday, I wish to cook as good as you." I said, my sister licks her fingers happily enjoying the toste. I ate till four-fifty o'clock. Today is Halloween and I'm exceptionally unprepared, mom bought cookie dough alongside the Piggy Wiggly. I bought nothing, my main focus supposed to be working on my exercises. I need better muscles in combat. Plus it relieves stress.

I walk outside with my yoga mat and started warming up, doing butterfly stretches, splits, also powerhouse poses. When I did roundhouse kicks, the events of yesterday creeped in my head. Something weird is going on. This town is strange but good strang, what happened last night wasn't normal. My priestess always told me about energy and knowing auras. I begain mediatating in a criss kross style silently breathing, red light over took my eyes as they open. I look through the trees seeing what created it, but found nothing.

Sounds echoed out fare beyond the parking lot. I lost concentration.

Are door opens, "Whoa! Ah!"

Angela slips on a rock landing on her back. She was dumbfounded by me that she didn't pay attention. I couldn't perceive everything until my sister spoke. "Nice levatashon,"

Before I said something, gravity pules me down. Unfortunately mastering all my spells hasent emerged, Angela stayed on the ground as I stand up. She fallows me inside after I clutched my mat, holding it under my arm. My hands rubbed the rolled up Styrofoam. That was weird. I started getting ready for school. I didn't by a costume, so I pute on Halloween's original style. A witch 🧹🪄.

Dressed neatly in black, I spin around. My dress was hand made by me, customized lase and pretty cotton. I grabbed my old witch hat along with it my backpack. Dad bote the pack for me last month, I thought that was cut, magenta color and black zippers. I check my makeup than walked out my room. Hill shoes aren't my type I'll trip, so I put on gray slip on shoes. I fix two loos tassels.

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deyanirahayes · 8 months ago

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i know i wrote three hours ago but my life moves fast i guess. i got into an argument (?) with my best friend over you. i wouldn’t really call it an argument. it was just the same shit again. her telling me you are not a good person and me defending you. she even coined the phrase CRT just for u.

she knows everything that’s happened. i think she even read the document you made. i am so frustrated with people telling me you hurt me. you did, but not on the level i destroyed you.

i am tired of people seeing me as a charity case. i am not broken or wounded. i do not need to be fixed. if i did, i’d leave it in the hands of the professionals.

she reminds me so much of you. she has this “i need to save them” attitude about the world and it hurts me. she tells me all the time that i’m the strongest person she’s ever met but when it comes to you she feels the need to fix how my brain works. it’s upsetting.

i still write about you. i wonder if you’d enjoy the music i write now? it’s very different from where it started. i’ll be honest, some of it is very accusatory and some of it is pathetic. writing is my therapy. it’s a safe way to vent my emotions and filter out what’s real and what’s a delusion. maybe someday i’ll release it. maybe someday you’ll hear it.

i can feel myself falling back into where i was when we first broke up. it’s scary. everytime my phone buzzes i hope it’s you. everytime i know it’s not.

i really wish you cared. maybe you do care. i just wish you didn’t hate me. it’s obvious why you do. that’s why i’m so confused when the people closest to me put you down.

did you eat breakfast today? are you getting enough sun?

it seems only the moon won’t tire of hearing my words about you. maybe you should talk to her.

#letters i can’t send

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gogolstoelicker · 3 years ago

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Hello love <3. Can I request Nikolai Gogol MC? Love u so much

Riddle, Azul & Vil with a Gogol!MC

note: I LOVE GOGOL SO MUCH CAN U TELL😍😍 WHEN I FIRST SAW HIM, I JUST FELL HEAD OVER HEELS, GIGGLING AND BLUSHING AND KICKING MY LEGS WHENEVER HE APPEARED

side note:why is writing his description kind of hard

You're sadistic and love to speak in great theatrics, having the tendency to pose questions as "quizzes". Those quizzes are oftentimes rhetorical threats. When fighting, you expressed great joy in fighting and tormenting your opponents.

You had hinted that your eccentric persona may or may not be real. That the side of you feels no remorse when doing evil acts is just as real as your other side that is feeling guilty, claiming to want to soar as free as birds do.

Riddle:

Azul:

the worse at tolerating you

everytime u appear, he cried a little on the inside and just silently wished for u to leave him alone and leave

its like u can read his mind bc u started making quizzes abt the exact same thing he's feeling

and honestly? u probably saw all of his rules and scheduled life to be quite dull

you're a free soul, seeing them bounded to rules probably got the gears in ur head moving

so guess who's the little devil going around in heartslabyul telling students to break the rules or make at least one student to break the rules once a day?🤗🤗🤗

cater and trey trying to stop u because they don't want to die:😫😫

keyword: trying. it did not work

riddle could not handle u at all

straight up tried to ban u from the dorm

probably knocked on his door at 3am to play some random board game too

he go to school the next day with eyebags bc of u

now he is determined to ban u from the dorm

well not that it can stop u anyway

enjoy the cat and mouse chase ig?

smile and nod yall, just smile and nod

well he dealt with floyd so he can tolerate u here and there

but if u do smth like accidentally chased his customer away from ur pranks? oh he's coming for that ass

u prolly don't like his contracts💀since it's kind of bounding someone to smth

stomping ur way like🤬🤬🤬

probably tried to pull him out of work with pranks too and he is SICK and TIRED of it

he just wants to work💔pls💔

he wants the money pls stop distracting him💔

probably a #1 supporter to destroying the contracts

not even to free the students, its mostly for personal reasons

ok maybe a little bit of wanting to free the students too but its mostly u wanting to destroy the contracts bc it goes against ur beliefs💀

and u won't really care usually well more like u can't do anything to everyone and force ur beliefs on them BUT

but since you're kind of involved with azul and ur friends are asking u to destroy the contracts, what can u do amirite😘😘

azul:

Vil:

honestly? he can tolerate you better too🙏

all bc of how he's near rook most of the times that he tolerates u best

u, the menace, obviously noticed this and used it to your fullest advantage

vil is tolerating you? well he can surely tolerate THIS too🤗 *pulls vil into ur overcoat or smth idk*

vil almost flipping u when u disappeared with ur ability

him frantically checking his appearance

finds out he looks just fine🤨u and that ability of yours honestly🙄🙄

he does mind ur pranks and had asked u to tone it down but its not helping much so uh

just dont bother him and his dormmates🤨u better not accidentally ruin their appearance bc of ur prank or smth🤬

but other than that, he'll answer ur quizzes and actually listens to ur rare rant abt wanting to soar as freely as birds

probably doesn't like how scheduled his life is😭😭

writing this far finally made me realized how badly putting these three next to a gogol!mc are💀

like imagine putting someone who's goal is complete freedom with three people who's lives are bounded to their own rules or just bounded to smth in some way💀

well opposite attracts amirite⁉️

moving on, you'll be more than happy to help vil if he needs any help with special effects on stage while acting or smth

he needs someone to throw these things from up like snow for the sake of the story? u got him

with that ability of urs, you can do anything💪‼️

congrats? u two are besties? kinda?

#twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts #azul ashengrotto #vil shoenheit

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ramp-it-up · 3 years ago

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Definitely, Yes

#RampitUp1Kinktober Day 20

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Summary: Daveed slides you that birthday present.

1Kinktober Kink: Hair Pulling

Word Count: 583

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT! Read at your own risk. Oral sex (f receiving) hair pulling, butt slapping, squirting, pulling out. Not Beta’d. All errors my own. Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

This is part of the Definitely Not series.

A/N: This is for the 20th DAY of #rampitup1Kinktober! TYSM for following me! 🧡

I Do NOT Consent to my work being reposted, translated or presented on any other blog or site other than by myself

Prev part: Definitely, Possibly

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So you decided to let Daveed slide…

Up in you after the party.

You were wet all night and he knew it. So after everyone left, he came back through to blow your backout.

It was your birthday, so he treated you to his favorite treat: cunninlingus.

You current situation:

You were plastered it seemed, to your bed, legs held wide open by Daveed’s large, treacherous handsome thumbs at your apex, and long, thick, big ass tongue swiping your labia and your clitorous so thoroughly that you thought he was a professional cleaner.

His nose bumped your clit so many times that she was hard and plucky, easy for Daveed’s lips to grip.

You were holding on for dear life. To his hair. His curls were entwined around your fingers as you tugged and tried to ground yourself in some kind of reality, because he was taking you places higher, even higher than the Reading Rainbow. Everytime you pulled, he either grunted, groaned, or cursed. It was a litany of pornography.

He made you cum three times, the last squriting all over his pretty smile.

That was when he took pity on you.

You thought.

You lay there shivering, any thoughts of why you thought you hated him fleeing when you saw his erect cock.

You didn’t say what you wanted to say, just stared back at his dick and back at him, wide eyed.

He grinned down at you and reached for you, flipping you over and stared at your ass. You didn’t see him biting his lip and shaking his head, you just felt him rubbing it, shaking it to see it jiggle, and then smack it on each cheek.

You were so worked up that you moaned in pleasure and were pliable in his hands as he grabbed your hips and pulled you up on your knees.

He positioned himself, wiggling your pussy against his thick head, gauging that it was going to be a tight fit. You closed your eyes and huffed as he slid inside you, elated that you were correct. He felt amazing inside you.

Daveed had to stop and catch his breath. You were heaven and hell all at once. Your defiance and attitude vexed him, but your soft side, especially your soft cunt, made him deliriously happy.

He set about to dig deep and find out more about you, starting with how many times he could make you cum this way.

He grabbed your curls now and tugged, pulling deliciously at the root, the sensation in your scalp enhancing what his cock was doing to destroy your cunt.

You were seeing stars after two more, and on your sixth orgasm, Daveed pulled your hair even harder with one hand while he pulled out and finished on your back with the other.

The sensation of hot seed on your back and his continued grip on your hair made you quiver, and then you both collapsed on the bed.

Daveed looked over at you and smiled, causing you to squint. You smiled back. You should probably stop pretending you hate him now.

“Happy Birthday.”

“Thanks, Diggs. That was a pretty nice present.”

You were so freakin cute to him.

“Did your wish come true?”

His eyes twinkled devilishly.

“I’m not telling you. It’s bad luck.”

You pouted at him, which made his heart do crazy things. Oh shit.

“That’s okay. Give me a minute. I’ll make it come true again.”

“I hate you,” you said as you laughed.

“I know.”

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I think it was short but sweet, wbu?

Next part, first part, full circle.

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stariwrites · 4 years ago

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Part One

Red: An Underground Hero Deku x Crime lord fem! Reader

18+ Minors DNI or else I’ll revoke your kneecaps

Author’s Note: All characters are aged up and this fic is a monstrosity so I figured I’d split it up into two parts this is part one and I’ll link part 2 as well when I post it

Tw: fem dom, corruption kink, praise kink, biting/marking, club setting, dry humping, slight choking, alcohol is mentioned (Izuku doesn’t drink it) use of the pet name baby boy, semi public sex

Thank you to @chaos-night for beta reading, I appreciate it!!

For @yixxes I hope you like it!!

Do not repost or share

“None are known to be good, till they have an opportunity to be bad”-Benjamin Whichcote

Summary: From the day you laid your eyes on Izuku Midoriya you knew you were going to be drawn to him.

From the day you laid your eyes on Izuku Midoriya you knew you were going to be drawn to him. There was something about the way the college student stood in front of you with his arms drawn into himself as if he shrank far enough he would disappear. You couldn’t help but smile softly at him.

The man in front of you was impressive to say the least even though he didn’t look it. He was able to track your group for days without your people even knowing. He documented everything in notebooks he carried with him. You watched as his Adam's apple bobbed the more he stared at you. He was trembling slightly, but his eyes never wavered. They held a fire behind them, one that you couldn’t even begin to describe.

“Midoriya, right?” you asked, folding your hands in front of yourself.

“What do you want with me.”

It wasn’t a question. Part of you grinned at the challenge. You had to give him credit, his voice only shook a small amount. Anybody else wouldn’t have been able to have the courage to do so, much less to you.

Standing up from your chair, you signaled to the guards on either side of the door to stand down when they tried to move closer, weapons raised.

“Do you know who we are?” you asked peering down at the streets below you. All Might was battling a water quirk user. You scowled at the scene before you, it was only a matter of time before he beat them to a pulp.

“I know,” he said slowly in an attempt to keep his voice level, “that you’re an organization dedicated to uprooting false heroes.”

Without turning around you gestured for him to continue. You watched his reflection in the window, he took a deep breath almost willing himself to talk once more.

“You took Endeavor down and made a deal with Stain.”

“Very good,” you clapped, turning back around to face him. He was focused entirely on you. ”Now do you know who I am?”

He didn’t hesitate, “The Woman in Red, heroes and villains alike haven’t been able to catch you. Nobody knows what your quirk is or if you even have one.”

You nodded to yourself, he showed promise. If you could use it to your advantage there would be no way your plan would fail. With his help you could uproot the fakest hero of them all.

“Tell me, what do you think of us Midoriya?”

It took him a couple of seconds to register what you said judging by the way his green eyes were transfixed on the destroyed All Might poster off to the side of the room.

“A reminder,” he jumped at the sound of your voice while his eyes fixed themselves onto you. “All Might isn’t the hero that everybody believes he is,” you watched his eyes widen at your words. Part you assumed it was from shock at the way you said them so carelessly, but there was something else there. It was swimming under the surface almost begging to be unleashed.

Before you could place it, he coughed and straightened his posture. He could’ve looked confident when he stood like that if he didn’t shrink into himself at the last moment. With the proper training he’d stand to his full size without feeling insecure.

“Why am I here?” his voice was softer than before, concealed. It made a vicious smirk cross onto your face. You couldn’t wait to help him unlock his true potential. The thought alone almost had you pouncing on him, but you refrained. You wouldn’t scare him away just yet.

You moved closer to him, allowing your nails to drift across the wood over your desk before using one of them to tilt Midoriya’s face closer to yours. He didn’t pull away.

“Because, Izuku Midoriya,” you refused to leave his gaze, “I want you to join Chimera.”

He gulped at the proximity, “And if I refuse?”

You couldn’t help the breathless laugh that escaped your lips. He was too cute for his own good. You flicked your eyes to his before locking them on his lips.

“Then, I guess I’ll just have to find a way to persuade you,” you emphasized the words by moving closer until your lips brushed against his. You watched as he unconsciously closed his eyes and leaned into it, but before your lips fully touched you turned towards the door.

You didn’t miss the pout that crossed onto his face when you broke away, but he missed the sadistic smile you wore as you gestured for the guards to file out. All you received in return was a nod from them until they headed out the door.

When it was your turn you held the door open, but before leaving you met his gaze one last time.

“I’ll give you two weeks to make a decision, until then I look forward to our next meeting,” you purred and leaned against the open door in a way that rivaled Jessica Rabbit, “Izuku Midoriya.”

After you spoke those final words you left with a laugh while he stood in the dark room wondering what just happened.

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“She wants you to join, huh?” Aizawa said from where he was perched on the rooftop. His eyes were scanning below, from the lights of the buildings Midoriya could make out the bags under the man’s eyes. It had to be a late night that was for sure.

Part of Izuku felt guilty pulling the man away from much needed sleep, but being an underground hero he needed allies and the only one with enough experience was Aizawa.

“What should I do?” he asked, moving out of the darkness and closer to the man. He watched the capture scarf blow in the wind slightly while he shivered. It was becoming colder even in Spring, he’d have to get warmer gear.

Out of the corner of his eye Aizawa seemed to notice because a soft smile slid onto his face, “I told you to bundle up problem child, but you never listen.”

Before Midoriya could say anything a jacket was flung his way, he jumbled it until he was able to hold it steady. Peering down his eyes widened with disbelief.

“Are you just going to stand there or put it on?”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Stumbling out a yes, he wrapped the jacket around him and zipped it up. It was sleek, light fitting but also warm. Izuku couldn’t help but sink into the feeling. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been hugged, but wearing that coat he felt like he received the biggest embrace in the world.

A peaceful silence fell over the two of them while they stared out at the streets below. It was a quiet night, the only sounds were of the cars driving by and an occasional group of friends walking past. Their voices echoed off the buildings and were burned into Izuku’s ears.

He wondered what that was like, having friends. He knew going down the path he was on would be dangerous. He couldn’t have time for them if he was going to save people, especially since there was a chance they could become targets.

Still, he couldn’t help but wonder if his life would’ve been different if he’d had them when he was younger.

“I think,” Aizawa began, causing Izuku to fix his eyes onto his mentor. “That you should do it. You can get into their organization and gain intel, be a double agent of sorts.”

Izuku’s heart stopped. “Me?” he sputtered, “Do you really think I could pull something like that off? Half of the pro heroes have tried to take Chimera down and they’ve come up empty handed everytime! And besides the only reason I followed them was to bring the information to you!

How do you know I won’t end up like the others?”

“I don’t,” came the response. Izuku expected that to be it and for Aizawa to leave, but instead he turned to Midoriya and placed his fist on his protege’s chest, “But if there’s one thing I know it’s that if anybody could take down Chimera it would be you.”

Izuku focused his gaze onto the ground until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Aizawa shot him a look of genuine faith. “She went out of her way to try and recruit you. I doubt she’ll want to hurt you, but keep your guard up.”

With a nod of understanding followed by an “I will”, the man took that as his cue and began to walk towards the edge of the building.

“You don’t have to of course, but if you do, don't try to do everything on your own kid. You’ve got me. And it’s about time you actually started working on the front lines rather than behind the scenes.”

With that he was off, a sigh left Midoriya’s lips. He’d been told time and time again that he wasn’t cut out for field work. Not with college he was juggling as well as the fact that his lack of a quirk was always taken into account. He stared up at the sky, he couldn’t remember when he became like this.

He thought back to the earlier times where he constantly believed he could be a hero. He still believed, but it was subdued. Sad even, but he’d try. If he could take them down it would mean helping more people.

“I wish you were here, mom,” he said to the stars while tears began to slide down his face, “I’m a little lost right now.”

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The two weeks seemed to crawl by. Izuku was getting restless. He knew his decision, but he couldn’t find Chimera anywhere. He checked every back alley, store, restaurant that the members usually went in and came up empty handed. Even when he did find the members and tried to follow them shouting wait or slow down it was like they’d disappear at the last second.

After running around for nearly three hours he found a bench next to a nearby park and took a seat. He tossed his head back, attempting to get all of the air he lost back. His clothes stuck to him uncomfortably while his forehead was making his hair stick to it.

They sure can run when they really want to, he thought in between puffs of air. He didn’t know how he’d make it through patrolling, especially now. He dreaded the thought, clutching his side at the reminder. He managed to take Muscular down but not without the villain getting a few hits in. It was worth it though, considering Koda’s smile once he was discharged from the hospital.

Yeah, he thought looking up at the sky with a serene smile. It had been worth it.

After catching his breath, he was about to get up from the bench until a person sat down next to him with a note. They didn’t look at Midoriya, instead they were focused straight ahead. The shades made it difficult to see their eyes, while their hoodie and jeans made them look like an ordinary person.

“An invitation,” the person grumbled out, “Don’t be late.”

Izuku didn’t watch them go, flipping the envelope over he noticed neatly scrawled out cursive. The envelope itself was red with a wax gold stamp. A chimera was in the center while the cursive was in gold. He didn’t open it until he was safe in his apartment.

His breath hitched as he read the words over and over again to make sure he had them right. Once he realized he did, he texted Aizawa on the burner phone they used specifically for underground work and buried his head in his hands.

“What am I getting myself into?”

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The neon lights bathed everybody into an ocean of colors. People were swarmed into the center of the room, dancing and grinding on anybody close to them. The bass caught in Midoryia’s chest as he navigated through the crowd. He glanced around, taking all the strobing lights in. The letter said to meet at The Tavern, but it never specified where.

After bumping into several people and almost being roped into dancing, he finally found the bar. He took a seat and checked his phone as he waited for his nerves to calm down. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been to one of these. He thought back to freshman year when he first started out he’d gone to a local club to see what it was like only to realize he wasn’t really fond of it.

“Not exactly your scene is it?” a bartender asked, sliding him a drink. Midoriya looked up at the woman with a sheepish smile. She looked to be about his age, her short hair framing her face. Earphones were dangling from ears. Must be her quirk, Izuku thought with excitement. Her pierced brow was raised as she stared at Midoriya.

“Is it that obvious?”

She hummed for a moment, studying him before she nodded, “Nobody wears a shirt that says ‘Club Shirt’ on it. It’s an interesting pick.”

He flushed slightly and rubbed the back of his neck. He knew he should’ve gone with something different.

“Yeah,” he said trailing off until his eyes landed on the drink.

“I don’t—”

Before he continued the woman stopped him, “It’s on the house, you’re waiting for her aren’t you?”

He was about to ask how she knew when you sat down next to him with a smile, “I see you’ve met Jirou, my most trusted friend.”

Izuku watched as the woman, Jirou’s face turned bright red. He almost thought he heard a don’t mention it before she went off to serve more drinks, leaving him with you.

He was nervous, that much was easy to tell with the way his eyes kept jumping from corner to corner. Poor thing you thought while his leg bounced up and down. Part of you cringed, he felt out of place.

“Do you want to go somewhere else?”

The sound of your voice over the music snapped his attention back to you. Taking his blank stare and furrowed eyebrows as a sign, you huffed out a laugh and repeated yourself. He joined in albeit nervously.

“It’s okay,” he said, stirring his drink with the straw, “You planned to meet here. I don’t want to cause any trouble,” he took a deep breath, “Boss.”

You turned to him with wide eyes before waving him off as you leaned closer to the table, “You don’t have to call me boss you know,” you said nonchalantly, “Not even the guards call me that.”

He couldn’t help but stare at you in awe. How you were able to be so calm in a place like this was beyond him, but it helped him relax. With furrowed brows he focused back on his straw. The ice clanked against the glass, but he couldn’t hear it over the song playing.

“What should I call you then?”

Just like the first time you met, you used one of your fingers to tilt his head up, he could feel your breath mingle with his while his face turned a vibrant shade of red. He silently thanked the lights for making it almost impossible for you to see it. He watched as your eyes clouded over while a sinister smile fell onto your face. It made him feel small underneath it.

Before he could say anything, you leaned in close to his ear.

“I have a couple ideas,” your words sent goosebumps to ripple against his skin while his mouth felt dry. He wanted to know what they were, wanted to ask. What was going on with him?!

He didn’t have much time to dwell once he felt your breath ghost against his neck. It was warm and sent shivers down his spine. He briefly felt the touch of your lips against him, part of him hoped you wouldn’t pull away.

“Please,” he rasped before he could stop himself. Your lips curled into a grin, one of your hands snaked from the table to bury itself in his green hair.

“Let’s get out of here.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

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The cool air of the outside clashed with the warmth from the club. Izuku barely processed your lips meeting only to find that in the next minute he was up against the brick wall behind the club. Your hands tangled themselves into his green curls causing him to whimper against your lips.

“Fuck,” you muttered, pussy clenching at the sound he made. You wanted to hear more, wanted him to scream. You placed your knee in between his legs, he instantly started to grind down on your thigh. He tried to pull away from you, but that only made you hold his curls tighter before letting him go. A string of saliva was all that left the connection until you wiped it away with the back of your sleeve.

Izuku’s face was flushed as he tried to catch his breath. Everything about you was intoxicating, especially the way you looked him up and down like he was your prey. He was still grinding against you, his puffs of air were visible in the night. It wasn’t until you touched his side that he flinched.

You pulled your hand away in concern, but he was quick to shush you with the way his lips latched back onto yours. He could tell you about the wound later, you thought. His lips were soft against yours, when you met for another kiss you opened your mouth. Catching the hint, he opened his mouth enough for you to snake your tongue into his mouth. Judging from the way he was grinding faster against you with broken moans you could tell he was enjoying himself.

You pushed him further into the wall, it was surely digging into his back by now, but he made no sound of pain. You made sure to avoid his waist, instead you grabbed a hold of his belt loops and yanked his lower body into an arch.

“Oh my god,” Midoriya groaned, tossing his head back against the wall. He needed more, you were everywhere, breathing into his neck, sucking and biting the skin there. Weakly he went to push you off.

“No marks-can’t ah-can’t ngh cover them.”

A grin casted onto your face. He was so cute like this, all sprawled out under you just as you knew he’d be. You kissed the skin close to his pressure point before staring directly into Izuku’s eyes. Your lips brushed against each other. His eyelashes fluttered as he went to close the space, but you held his neck with one hand and pressed him back.

“I don’t think so baby,” you whispered. Your voice lower in pitch. You didn’t miss the way his pulse jumped under your fingers. Your eyes widened in shock until you gained back control. This was more interesting than you thought. “Does the little hero like this, hm? You like being helpless?” To emphasize your words, you guided his hips with one hand and ground him against your thigh once more.

A high whine escaped his mouth before he could prevent it. He knew this was wrong, that he should stop this but the way your hand made him dizzy around him and the pressure against his cock caused his mind to become fuzzy. What Aizawa didn’t know didn’t hurt him anyway.

“Please,” he whimpered, meeting your leg. He wanted more--no he needed more. “I’ll do anything, I’ll do anything just please.”

“Such a needy little thing aren’t you?” With a huff you slowly stop moving. Tears sprang into the corners of Midoriya’s eyes as he thrashed in an attempt to bring some of the pleasure back, but you only moved your leg away. Broken no’s spilled from his lips and into the cracks of the brick wall. He’s a mess of babbles and pleas. You wait a second longer until you lick a tear from his face, starting at his chin and stopping just below his cheek bone.

He’s about to thank you when you send him a devilish smirk and drop to your knees in front of him. The sight alone causes him to reach his high. You let him calm down, rubbing his thighs through his jeans. You whisper soft encouragements that he can barely decipher.

Looking up at him you can see that his pupils are still blown wide while his chest is heaving up and down. Under the neon red light he looks perfect. You want to devour him, but you hold back. Soon he’d learn how to get hard just by your words alone, but first you’d have to train him.

It isn’t until he comes down from his high that he realizes what he’s done. Mortification falls over him faster than you thought from the way his face flushes even further. You wished he wasn’t in so many clothes, you could almost bet that the same would be found on his neck leading to his chest.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to, I tried holding it in but-”

Slowly, you rose to your feet and before he could stumble over more excuses you kissed his cheek whispering “Good boy,” into his ear. If Midoriya hadn’t just cum he would’ve from those words alone.

You laughed softly at his body’s reaction before breaking away from him fully. You don’t miss the pout that formed on his face when you stepped away. At first it was cute, but now seeing it after this made something snap. You quickly grabbed him by the jaw and traced your thumb over his bottom lip.

“Such a sweet little mouth, making all those pretty sounds earlier, but I think I have more uses for it rather than just pouting,” you locked onto his wide eyes. “Wouldn’t you say, Midoriya?”

He could only nod against you, completely trapped under your gaze. You had him right where you wanted him. “Well then baby boy,” you said detaching yourself once more. “Get to work.”

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Midoriya woke up in a cold sweat for the umpteenth time that week. He fell back into the pillow with a groan. It had been weeks since that encounter and he was desperate to do it again. He couldn’t escape the sound of your moans echoing in the night or the way your nails dug into his hair just right to send waves of pleasure zipping down his back. And the way you tasted, he craved feeling you against his tongue, drowning in you.

However now that he was officially part of Chimera after being tested the night after he was able to taste you, it had been pretty standard. There was nothing out of the ordinary, the organization ran just like how any other underground facility would. Midoriya had his own jobs that he had to handle such as keeping track of shipments and making sure nobody was caught. He didn’t have much to report back to Aizawa which caused the older man to worry.

Izuku huffed at the sound of his phone vibrating on the nightstand. Speak of the devil. Why couldn’t the man just leave him alone? He knew what he was doing and what he went there to do. Even if his mind was preoccupied with you, he would still put Chimera down first and besides you weren’t serious about him either.

Without looking at the contact he put the phone up to his ear. “Look Aizawa I’m fine I don’t need you checking up on me every second of every day so please just this once don’t contact me on my day off.”

Izuku expected to hear the gruff voice sigh into the other line and promptly begin telling Izuku why checking in is important because it could mean the difference between life and death which, being an underground hero, the lines tend to blur.

Instead, there was a delayed pause followed by a low whistle, “And he lets you talk to him like that? I’m impressed.”

At the sound of your voice, he instantly shot up from the futon. “Boss, hey um why are you calling?” His blood froze for a second. “I didn’t miss anything, did I?!” He tossed the covers off of him and was about to head to his dresser to change when his foot got caught in the sheets causing him to crash to the ground.

You heard the loud bang on the other line causing you to snort. There was a heavy sound of stomping followed by another brief crash that caused you to look out into the city with a smile. You were reminded in that moment that he was still a college student, so full of life.

“Nope, I was just calling to check in.”

Midoriya scowled on the other end of the phone. “You and Aizawa both. I’m fine if that’s what you’re wondering. I have all my body parts intact and none of them are broken,” he even wiggled his hands and sat back on the futon to swing his feet even though you couldn’t see him. “Thank you very much,” he said dryly.

You hummed, mulling over his response. Ever since he joined he’s been more sure of himself, capable. It was an accepted change, after all he needed to be strong. Especially if your plan was going to work. After all, the stronger they are the more fun to break.

“He and I are alike then. You do realize that there’s a very fine line between life and death, right? People like us have to stick together.”

“How are you both the same person?”

That question alone had you laughing. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Midoriya, but I do have something you can do for me.”

He perked up at that. “What is it?”

“I’ll pick you up, how does noon sound?”

“Yes-” he said all too fast before coughing. “I mean yeah sure, whatever works for you.”

“Good, be sure you’re ready early, I always come on time.”

With that you hung up the phone and spun back to face your office desk. Phase one was complete, now you could move on to phase two. Leaning your head on the desk, you could feel rather than see Jirou’s eyes boring holes into your forehead.

“Why aren’t you worried about Midoriya?”

You cocked you head to the side. “Why would I need to be worried?”

“He’s working with Aizawa.” It wasn’t a question, but it didn’t need to be. You knew Izuku was working with the man for years before he even discovered your group, but that didn’t matter. You thought back to his confidence, how he was able to give orders and stand up for himself now, but still looked at you to make sure he wasn’t speaking out of turn. It caused a fire to burn in the pit of your stomach.

“Rest assured, Midoriya won’t be a problem. After all,” you said interlocking your hands on top of the desk. “I have him wrapped around my finger.”

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putseraphinaonthaphone · 3 years ago

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UNDERRATED KINGS EDITION | Nerds With The Fattest Dicks HCs

cw// *graphic* descriptions of fat cocks and the nerd boys they belong to

@vilbabywrites this is your fault for making me SIMP at 3 IN THE AFTERNOON

Tenya Iida

Quickest quirk + endurance training = he's able to use his very fat dick to reduce you to a babbling over stimulated mess

He's always so polite about stretching you out, thick fingers getting you ready for an even thicker dick, first one, then three (because even he gets a bit impatient, but it's not technically cheating right?)

even when you're whining and begging for him to hurry up, put it in me, please

I think he'd keep his pubes trimmed and neat, and he got the heaviest fucking balls that slap against your ass when he's trying his best not to fuck you too hard (baby boy got powerful thighs that can fuck you through a wall if he's not careful)

FAT TIP, that makes you feel like you're already stretched to wide when he pushes into you for the first time

VEINS, mans has so much stress he needs to work out his cock is red and aching in seconds and every time it takes him by surprise how much he needs you

Shower not a grower, which makes cuddling interesting cause how can you NOT grind back on it?? It's there?? BEGGING TO BE FUCKED?

Sitting on his lap, same thing, you're unable to focus on anything but feel the thickness of him pressing into your ass

Remember how he gets hard at the drop of a hat?

Y'all end up zooming back to his room to take care of his unhideable problem more often than not

Shouji Mezou

CAPTAIN HOOK

The curve, y'all. THE CURVE

Everytime you and Shouji get naked together you can't help but get wet at the sight of him, because it curves up just right to hit your spot every time he bottoms out inside you

He discovers he has a size kink because you, you realize you're a fucking size queen because of him

The bump in your belly when he actually fucks you is a rare sight that makes both of y'all horny as hell (that was the night you realized, with the BUCKETS of cum leaking out of you, you might need some stronger birth control)

He usually shaves bare, but you think his white pubes are so adorable that you compromise on trimming instead of shaving (you both enjoyed the blowjob where you showed off the deepthroating skills you practiced so you could swallow his cock to the base of wiry white hairs that tickled your nose)

Look... the mans is made to breed, him and Iida (and Deku) have the biggest balls in the class, literally

Another shower, he thinks it's weirdly adorable that you can and have fallen asleep while keeping his soft cock warm in your mouth, breathing through your nose and resting your head on his thick thigh

Your oral obsession is fully satisfied with his balls or his dick or his fingers in your mouth

Tokoyami Fumikage

G R O W E R

you thinks it's sweet until y'all an hour deep into a makeout session with low emo music playing in the background, and then you're faced with a pierced cock that wants nothing more than to split you open

jacob's ladder and a frenulum barbell, which has you cumming just from him using your wetness to lube himself up, the metal bumping against your clit again and again

he's so sweet about it, telling you he'll take care of you and make you feel good

by which he means you're going to squirt before he's even inside you to make sure you're wet enough

his sheets are black so you don't have to be too embarrassed by the mess he demands y'all make every time

Dark Shadow loves to be the peanut gallery whenever y'all are intimate, yellow eyes noticing every twitch and moan and reaction you wish you could hide-- gathering all the intel needed to be able to play your body like a finely tuned instrument

His favorite way of telling you he's gonna destroy your guts is by sending Dark Shadow across the room to whisper in your ear

"Ready to sing for us tonight, nightingale?"

#iida x reader #shouji x reader #tokoyami x reader #mezou x reader #fumikage x reader #tenya x reader #this is all vils fault #i'm h word now #so y'all gotta be h word with me #missives from the concubine #concubine thots #t h i r s t

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technowoah · 4 years ago

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In a rich man's world

I wrote this in a day be proud yall :)

A C!Schlatt b̶l̶u̶r̶b̶ imagine (platonic)

+ C!Wilbur x reader (established)

⚠︎ swearing, manipulation (?), drinking, smoking, mentions of weapons. I didn't proofread

"STAY THERE. Dont come for me until I say that its safe. I know Schlatt will follow you so dont come-"

"GET EM OUT OF HERE!"

"Stay my love!"

This wasnt what you expected when Wilbur said to stay. You didnt think that staying in Manberg would insue that Tubbo would be considered Schlatt's vice president and you becoming his "First Lady".

He said in his own words, "Im interested in you. To be honest I don't know how someone like Wilbur can get a woman like you."

You took that to heart instantly. You and Wilbur were together for a reason. You loved him and he loved you. You and Wilbur built L'Manburg, you followed his dream and right now you are watching his dream, firsthand, be destroyed. You had watched him loose the election by 1 percent to Quackity and Schlatt and immediately after that get run out of his own country by the man he now despises. The man that's now your president.

Late at night you remember the faces of Tommy and Wilbur who were standing in the middle of a crowd of archers, their arrows pointed towards them as you tried to push your way through to get to Wilbur. He finally grabbed your arm and took off running, dragging you along with him.

The three of you finally came to a stop by a river when he said those words to you. Wilbur had told you to stay with Tubbo until things blew over and the two of you could see eachother again. Tommy continued to yell in the background that they should continue to run, Wilbur tried to give you one last hug when he was ripped away by Tommy.

You stood there breathless as arrow whipped past you and nearing your feet. You heard footsteps behind you. Thinking it was either one of the archers behind you, you didn't move until a hand was placed upon your shoulder. Discomfort flew through your body as your mind caught up to the idea that Schlatt was behind you.

"Dont watse your time. You heard the man." Schlatt said as he ended up walking away leaving you stunned.

He was an asshole and he knew it too. You could probably tell he was smirking as he walked away. That bastard just came all the way here just to taunt you and then leave. You ended up going back to the podium where you met with everyone else who didn't chase after Wilbur and Tommy.

Your mind was filled with hatred for Schlatt and uncertainty for the future. With Wilbur you had a future already made in L'Manburg, you two were going to get married, have children, reign in L'Manburg, but now what?

Schlatt ended up asking both you and Tubbo to come up onto the stage during his second presidential speech. You both stood, one on each side, of Schlatt uneasy. You were figeting while you awaited the reason why he brung both Tubbo and you up there. Tubbo looked anxious, he was flinching everytime Schlatt motioned towards him. You wish you both could find some comfort in this situation, but you couldn't grasp onto anything.

Schlatt then announced Tubbo as his vice president and you as his first lady. And that's where you are now, in a huge room with a round table sat in the middle. George, Quackity, Tubbo and you were sat around it the 5 of you barely taking up the huge meeting table.

That place is where he said those words to you, that he found you interesting and belittled your and Wilbur's relationship. That's where you realized he was doing this on purpose. Everything had begun to clear up in your mind as the days went on.

Time was passing and you haven't seen Wilbur in days. It was tiring and both Tubbo and Schlatt saw this.

Tubbo and you began to take nightly walks after working for the ram-man to blow off steam and complain. You always found yourselves following the path the Tommy and Wilbur took before stopping and wondering which way they went. Soon those walks became more informative because Wilbur gave Tubbo the green light, and gave him the coordinates to their hideout. He had told you that Wilbur knows that Schlatt is keeping an eye on you and it's safer until Schlatt lets his gaurd down.

Tubbo told you one night that Wilbur had teamed up with Technoblade, and made the underground city Pogtopia. He said it looked beautiful down there and that you'll love it. He also told Wilbur that you were Schlatt's first lady and he freaked out. After realizing that Tubbo kept telling you what was happening, you decided to make Tubbo your messenger boy until you could see Wilbur and Tommy again. It was sad that this was the way you two had to communicate, but whatever it takes for everyone to be together.

Schlatt on the other hand. He noticed you moping around in meeting rooms and while writing decrees. Schlatt wasn't good with words, we all know that, but he was good with material things. As days passed by and letters were written you began to find jewelry on your nightstand, gleaming in the moonlight without a note. More things began to show up in your bedroom, that Schlatt had given you. You said you were uncomfortable with sleeping in the same room and after a little bit of back and forth he obliged.

Bracelets hung on your doorknob, rings on your bed, enchanted weapons, basically anything that shined was in your hands.

Schlatt had even invited you to have a one on one meeting with him about a new decree he was working on. He sat at the head of the table while you sat on the side of him.

Schlatt slid the papers over to you, a cigarette lazily hanging from his mouth. You had gotton used to the smell of alcohol and cigarettes while being around Schlatt because that's what he smelled like 24/7.

"So what do ya think?" Schlatt ssid while blowing out smoke.

"It's sucks!" You said in disbelief.

"I want you to rewrite it then." He leaned back inhaling more smoke.

"What?!"

"You heard me broad! Write my decrees from now on." Schlatt said getting up from his chair.

He had put a table against a wall that was placed there for types of alcohol he wanted during a meeting. He grabbed a huge wine glass and a full bottle of red wine. He opened the bottle and drank a little from it before pouring a full glass apparently for you. He offered you the glass, slightly sitting on the table infront of you.

"I dont wanna do this shit anymore. It's boring so you'll do it for me. You know, I was gonna have Quackity do it, but. No. Just no." Schlatt shook his head as drank straight out of the bottle.

You smirked as you drank from your glass as well. You knew he was lying. You just didnt know the exact reason why. At this point you didn't care, you had the power you and Wilbur wanted in the first place, everything seemed to be coming full circle for you.

The decree was sitting right in front of you next to the cigarette Schlatt placed there, not caring if his cigarette was put out or not. You remembered the jewelry and weapons he had brought you to cheer you up and the fancy red wine and the glass that held it that shined like diamonds.

Schlatt finished his bottle of red wine and slammed his bottle onto the table. He rolled his head around and groaned. Schlatt turned his head to look at you from his seat on the table.

"So whaddya think?"

Maybe you could stay for a little longer.

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