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gigi-the-writer · 3 months ago

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*taps mic* listen to me and listen GOOD. YA’LL NEED TO CHECK THIS OUT FR. NOW.

Seriously I’m honored that you made this based off of some little angst headcanon 🥺😭

Back in Time

[(a sort of self insert villainous fic) + based on @gigi-the-writer 's headcanon]

"Oh we sooo shouldn't be doing thissss..." Cecilia snorted out giddily as she swayed from side to side, making her way through the cold dark alley. "We could get in soo much trouble!" She hopped up and got a little too close in her 'best' friend's personal space bubble. The shy lad backed up with a small nod, only to be caged in by the alley wall. "...Cecilia we could.. we could get into a lot of trouble. In all seriousness, we don't need to go off campus for a hang out-" Kenning started up, attempting to persuade the brown haired girl to not make such rash decisions, to no avail. "C'mon onnn.. it's gonna be so much fun! Oh pretty please..? Don't you care about me? Aren't you my *best friend*..?" Cecilia batted her pretty lashes like a bratty child wanting the newest toy, because in a sense- she was one. "...I.. is it reall- Fine." Kenning found himself limping forward and nodding slowly in agreement like the doormat he found himself to be.

The pair made their way through the alleyway, although it seemed to stretch on forever. "We're here!" The Cecilia's eyes twinkled with a perverse thrill as she gazed upon Flug. He was frozen stiff. "..." Kenning turned to face her whispering out, "Cecila. This.. this is a club. We're- we're not supposed to be here." The girl rolled her eyes. "You're seriously worried about.. breaking the law?? While going to a school for villains??" The raised brow on her face as she stared down at the guy with a look of contempt gently stated, 'you're pathetic'. "What-? No- I.. I just don't want to go to a loud place with flashing lights and....other overstimulating elements-!" Kenning crossed his arms as he slumped back into his hunched over self, desperately trying to seem smaller out of instinct. "Woww, Kenning. Such a bummer.. I thought we could hang out, have fun and have a good time. Guess you've got other plans then." Cecilia shrugged and turned on her heel. "Man.. I was looking forward to this-" "N-no! Wait. Wait.. I'll.. I'll go with you." She turned back soon after hiding that sneaky, devilish knowing grin on her face. It was too easy. Just like walking back into your home and stepping on the doormat. "Really?? Thank you Kenning, you're the best!!" She smiled gleefully and grasped his hands in hers. Her overbite was something others found.. worthy of distain, but to him. It was wonderful. Something snapped him out of his thoughts.

"...We don't have fake IDs. How could we go-" "I've got us coveredddd~!!" Cecilia whipped out the cards as if she was holding a folding fan. She swatted it around carelessly. Kenning couldn't help but find it annoying, even though she was his only friend.

Upon making their way through security, (although just barely..) Kenning noticed how this club was a hotspot for many.. MANY high ranking members of the Hat Institute hierarchy. From the child star Miss Valdoom to topper Bonnivet, and even.. his dreaded tormentors.

So..so many of his tormentors. He turned to Cecilia, his original burst of courage, the one nurtured by his best friend's manipulative tactics, reduced to ashes. It was replaced by a desperate yet determined flight or flight response. And dear Kenning, could not fight. "Cecilia, I want to go home, NOW." To his dismay, the girl was gone. Off to mix with the popular bunch. "... Cecilia..? Oumpf-" Another shorter individual bumped into him, her head slamming against his chest like a bull. "ah.. ow-?" He looked up at the perpetrator. A pair of hauntingly dark eyes stared back.

"... Why'd you dress up as a trash can for the costume party?" *A costume party..?* The girl blurted out with a clearly confused glare. "Oop- my bad. I didn't - Sorry..sorry sORRY!!", she kept repeating the same thing over and over again as she hastily tried to clean up the spilled soda. "Goddamit-" her hand drifted to his and she yanked the lanky lad off the ground.

"..I err.. I'm sorry, sir. But I'll- I have to..," she looked at her watch. " NEED TO LEAVE AT THE MOMENT."

Grabbing her satchel off the ground, she ran. Ran far out into the crowd. Gone.

Kenning, no doubt stunned by this encounter, noticed.. two cards. A student ID.. and a fake ID. Like the ones he used along with Cecilia.

"..Hartz.. Alcatraz? *Heroine*.. in training?" He whispered to himself as he made his way to the back corner after grabbing a cup of coke for himself. "...Isn't this a villain's bar? What's a PEACE student doing here.." The nerdy boy wondered to himself when he felt a startling two on the shoulder. Oh how he HATED when people touched him unprompted. Almost as if the individual heard this mental curse of his, retreated back. "Oh.. sir I'm sorry.. so sorry to bother but I.. I noticed you have my ID."

Noticed her ID from all the way back at the exit..? 'What keen eyesight.' "..Oh. yeah. Here you go." Hartz gave a sigh of relief as she prayed the boy wouldn't press further on what she was doing here. She would die of embarrassment if she had to explain she was friends with a villain student that named herself "Demencia" of all things, and just tagged along. Who would even buy that?

Kenning, didn't press further. From his time at the Institute, he knew one thing for sure. If you don't know if you want to know the answer, do not press further. Still, he found it odd why a heroine would be here. But who knows. Not him. Not yet anyway.

Lost in his thoughts once again, Kenning didn't notice Hartz slipping away once more. For the past time. Hopefully.

Soon Cecilia found her way back to him, all drunken and clingy, desperate for any amount of Kenning's attention. Forcing him to baby her back to her dorm, sneaking past the guards two times! For, he didn't live in the same sector as her. *what a drag.*

The very next day, Cecil complained and complained about the hang over when Kenning decided it would be fun to bring up the Heroine student at the club. Unsurprisingly, Cecilia didn't care and started talking about herself and this one girl she hated in class. From the looks of it, atleast.

Little did Kenning know, he signed the deal of her abandoning him for a better school for heroes. Cecilia trotted back to her dorm after classes and researched on it. To her delight.. it wasn't that hard to just buy your way into this school. And so, her plan was ready. Get the formula from Kenning. Leave the School. Get super powers. Join this school. And become the most beloved heroine of them all.

#villainous #dr flug #villanos #please keep working on writing bro this is really good

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gigi-the-writer · 4 months ago

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Hi! My name is GiGi! I’m 18 and I’m taking commissions for the first time to collect money to save up and have at least some money until I can get a real job and drive and (hopefully) make enough to get out of my house soon.

How it works is that you’ll DM me either on discord or on tumblr, describe your request, I will write it, you pay half of your total first and I will collect the other half after I send it to you.

3$ for headcanons (300 words) 2$ for each 200 words you want to add to the 300

12$ for a fic (1200 words) 5$ for each 500 words you want added

I only take Venmo and PayPal! DM me and I will give it to you.

Alright let’s get to fandoms!!

Villainous is the only fandom for now!

The characters I will write for are:

Villainous:

BlackHat

Dr Flug

Demencia

5.0.5 (Platonic only!)

RULES!!

I will do NSFW but there are certain nsfw things and kinks I won’t write about, just DM me and tell me about the plot you’re thinking of and I’ll tell you if I can do it or not.

I can write for dark topics such as: self harm, suicide, yandere, abuse. It will be tagged appropriately and there will be a warning (if commissioner allows me to post it) I will also write kinda from my own experiences of abuse and SH and such.

Commissions can take about 5 days to a week or two. Depending on if it’s a story or headcanons and I’m also doing school.

I have the right to refuse any requests depending on the scenario you want me to write. If it makes me uncomfortable or I just can’t find a way to write it I will definitely let you know.

I can do platonic, romantic, or just general headcanons or interactions with the requested character(s)!

I don’t do character x character because I’m just not good at it. But I can write a fic that includes characters interacting without a reader (for example: a father-son fic of 5.0.5 and Flug)

I can do OCs!

Not too much detail unless you’re asking for a fic. If you’re asking for a fic then specify the plot as much as you want.

Dm me either here or on my discord

gigi_16 (discord)

Check out my headcanons and other work and decide whether you’d like to commission!

If you will not commission, I ask for you to share this to someone, anyone, who might be interested!

SLOTS TAKEN 0/5

#commissions #writing commissions #reblog

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gigi-the-writer · 4 months ago

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My very first nsfw fic..yeah so I usually headcanon Flug as not much of a sexual person but he’s the only normal guy to write nsfw for for obvious reasons (glancing at blackhat and Demencia fr)

Dr Flug x Reader

But yeah warnings: nsfw, obviously, minors do not interact with this post AND BLOCK MY NSFW TAG. Under the cut for obvious reasons

AFAB reader simply because this is my first nsfw fic and I felt more comfortable writing afab for this one.

Word count: almost 2000

Flug—being the workaholic he is, is pulling an all-nighter again. Tools and parts scattered on your coffee table.

Flug’s mind is always in work-mode. Even when he’s spending a day with you, he’s always ready to apologize and bail if he needs to. It frustrates you—but you know he can’t help it, if BlackHat were on your ass 24/7, you’d be scared shitless too.

It’s almost 11:30. You stand there—arms crossed and leaning against the doorway. You finally speak,

“Flug, why don’t you put that down and at least take a break? Relax a little. Your deadline is what, in two months? You’ve got time.”

Flug blinks as he processes what you said for a moment, before smiling, tired and gentle.

“Wish I could, but I should really get this part done at least..”

He sighs as he continues, you sit on the couch, behind him as he was crouched on the floor in front of the coffee table. You reach out and rest your hands on his shoulders—resting your chin on his head as you begin to massage them.

He lets out a shaky breath, and turns his head to look at you—but doesn’t say anything and leans back against your lap as you work out the knots in his shoulders.

Now you have something to work with. Flug’s hard to talk to when he’s stressed out.

You dig your fingers into his shoulder blades and he lets out a small groan—you can feel your face getting hotter by the second as he whines and tells you not to stop.

If you’re being completely honest, you’re pathetically turned on right now.

He’s leaning against your lap as you continue, and he rests his gloved hand on your knee. You can’t see his expression, with his back facing you, but this is very bold for someone who usually hesitates to even kiss you.

Without thinking, you lean down and begin pressing kisses to his exposed neck.

He lets out a small yelp and tenses up, but soon melts into your touch again and leans back against you. You suddenly halt the affectionate kisses and he lets out a whiny ‘why..’.

He gets up and fully turns around, you grab his hand and gently lead him onto the couch with you. He breathes in and out a few times as you lead him to be on top of you, his hands resting by either side of your head.

You can’t help but feel exposed as his eyes scan you. He’s trembling, it’s clear that he’s nervous. You kiss him on his cheek over the bag to bring him back to the present. Without words or warning, he folds the front of the bag up to show his face up to his nose.

It takes you a moment to realize that you’re actually getting to look at his face, well not much of it, but still. Your hand is a little shaky as you bring it up to his cheek and rub your thumb back and forth.

“But..what about..” you reach for the bag to lift it up a little more but he grabs your wrist gently and guides your hand back down to your side.

“I don’t think I’m ready for that yet…but I’ll let you see this much at least.” He gently smiles.

He leans down and gives you a small peck on your lips, but before he can pull himself back up you yank him by his shirt and fully press your lips against his. His eyes widen for just a moment, as if he doesn’t know what to do. But they soon close again and he leans into the kiss.

As you’re kissing, you feel the cold touch of his gloved hands running down your sides. You let out a small yelp at the feeling, and he immediately pulls back.

“I- wait- I’m sorry, did I-“

You shake your head “No! No no, it’s okay! I know it’s confusing, but I was just a little surprised, since we’ve just..never done this with each-other.”

He stares down at you for a moment and then just collapses on top of you, hiding his face in your neck.

“Ughhh, I’m sorry..I totally blew it!” He groans

You sigh, “Flug..I..I want to do this with you, but I want you to want to do this with me. I don’t want it to seem like you’re obligated to do this.”

He immediately jolts up and throws you off with a sentence you’ll never forget.

“Of course I want to do this with you! Especially if it’s you!! I just..I’m a little nervous is all.” He looks away,

You look away as well, but when you look back, he’s staring at you, waiting for a response.

“Well..we can keep going, if you want?” You curl your fingers around the collar of his shirt and guide him toward you.

“Y-yeah…yeah of course..is it okay if I..?” He doesn’t finish his sentence, but you nod anyway.

He gets on top of you again, one hand resting beside your head keeping him supported while his other hand slowly runs up your shirt. Your breath hitches when he leans over and begins to leave kisses down your neck. He slips his fingers under your bra and massages your breast, his thumb circling your nipple, his other hand follows and does the same thing.

Soon rubbing turns into light pinching, you assume he’s trying to see what he can and can’t do and how you’ll react.

Your bra is completely discarded at this point, you saved him the trouble and unhooked it before tossing it to the side.

Fuck..you feel the sensitive parts of your body practically tingling. He stops though, which leaves you to whine and wonder why he did but—Oh. His finger is hooked on the waistband of your pants, he looks up at you nervously, and you frantically, almost immediately, nod.

He uses both hands to drag down your pants, and you help by kicking the rest of it completely off. You’re left in your shirt and underwear now.

Flug could feel himself straining against his jeans at the sight of you being so..exposed and flustered..you were usually so outgoing and extroverted. Seeing that only he could turn you into a shaky, eager mess was pretty exciting to him.

But it’s also the trust you have in him. In fact, you want him to keep going, you want him to touch you, you want him in general. It makes him a little giddy. This is one of the first times in a while where he’s actually felt desired.

Maybe it’s his newfound confidence, maybe it’s getting hot, but he shirks off his lab coat and drops it onto the floor. He won’t be taking off any more though, he’s just—not at that level.

However with this bit of confidence, he boldly but still gently lifts up your shirt to expose your chest fully. He used one hand to circle the already hardened bud and used his other to move your underwear to the side.

He lets out a shaky breath, and you feel his gloved fingers begin to stroke and swirl in the wetness before barely dipping two fingers inside.

He doesn’t say much, just breathes in and out, like he’s focusing really hard. You admire that about him.

But oh god if he doesn’t fuck you now you’re going to explode.

You whine when he pushes his fingers into you, and begins moving them. You cling onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck and hiding your face in his chest.

“Does it feel good?” He shakily asks, his fingers thrusting at a reasonable pace,

You only realize now that you’re most likely going to ruin his gloves like this.

“F-Flug it’s not..I’m gonna mess up your glov—“

“I’m asking you if it feels good.” He blurts out.

He takes his hand away from your breast and brings his hand down to circle your clit with his thumb.

You arch your back and begin to whine and cry out, a mixture of praise, which was greatly appreciated as he began to move his fingers faster afterwards, and complete moans and whimpers as he worked you up to an orgasm.

He can feel himself getting harder as each second passes. Your noises are driving him crazy..don’t you understand that?

“Fuck..Flug wait—I can’t—I’m going to—“ in an instant, you feel that sweet release, your whole body is pulsing, even after he removes his fingers from you. He stares down at his hand for a second, truly mesmerized, which makes you look away out of embarrassment. He takes the gloves off and sets them on the coffee table, and slips your underwear off completely for easier access.

He sits up and leans back to unbuckle his pants, he stops for a second, a lot of thoughts are running through his head, but you snap him out of it by spreading your legs wider, confirming to him that you want him to keep going.

He pulls down his underwear enough for him to take out his cock, but doesn’t fully take off his pants or underwear.

You lay back down against the pillow, part of you cannot believe your old ass couch is still holding up after all of this, but when he nudged the tip of his cock against your entrance, suddenly you don’t care and don’t even want to think about that anymore.

“Are..you sure?”

You nod, but speak up. “If you don’t want to do this, Flug, we can stop here and now.”

He shakes his head frantically, and you praise and encourage him as he pushes his cock inside you.

He sits there for a moment, breathing in and out once again, he stares down at you and doesn’t break eye contact.

You end up breaking eye contact because his gaze..is just too much. You almost feel like hiding your face, but when he pins your hands to the side of your head and intertwines his bare fingers with yours, you finally realize why he’s staring in the first place. You look back at him, and this time maintain eye contact—

His eyes are full of adoration and..so much pure love.

“Do you want me to move?”

You nod, and as he begins moving, the whole experience is almost overwhelming at first, his loving gaze never leaving you, his fingers intertwined with yours, it’s all emotionally too much, in a good way.

You wrap your legs around his waist to pull him even closer to you as you let yourself become nothing but moans and whimpers and whines.

You babble plenty of praise, but you didn’t expect him to say anything back. You hear grunts and whines but no actual words from him until—

“Ah..oh god—I..I love you just..so much..”

All you can do is let out a whiny ‘uhuh’ as he pounded deeper into you.

You tell him you love him, that he feels so good, that you want to cum, and with each bit of praise he becomes more confident, but he’s still a little bashful.

His thrusts become harder, out of rhythm, you can tell he’s close, and you are too.

With a few final thrusts, you feel his release flood into you. That brings you to the brink and you cum as well. This couch has been through a lot tonight.

Flug collapses onto you and wraps his lanky body around yours.

You breathe for a second before smirking,

“How about getting that invention done now?”

He lets out a sigh, and buries his face into your neck.

“I’ll deal with it later..”

#villainous #villanos #dr flug #dr flug villainous #dr flug x reader #nsfw #smut #dr flug smut

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gigi-the-writer · 4 months ago

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New fic coming at ya today. Cant really say when, but today. I will let you know it’ll be nsfw though since I wanna practice.

And it’ll be Flug x reader👉👈

#villainous #villanos #dr flug #dr flug villainous #dr flug x reader

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gigi-the-writer · 4 months ago

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HEY HAD TO CHANGE SOME SETTINGS FOR MY PERSONAL BLOG BUT I CAN NOW TAG IT SO YALL DONT GOTTA SEARCH FOR IT-

@gigi-the-goblin

#villainous #villanos #writing #personal blog

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gigi-the-writer · 4 months ago

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Hey guys! Decided to make a personal blog! A blog where I can share thoughts about my hobbies and share some personal opinions on other stuff. You can also send me asks there too! Whether asking me about hobbies or opinions or asking me about my writing or for any advice on anything, make no mistake though, this blog will still be my main. But yeah go wild over there! I’m doing this so my writing blog doesn’t become cluttered with a mix of all sorts of things.

@gigi-the-goblin

Tagging this as villainous since this is a villainous blog and also so my followers can find it easier.

#villainous #villanos #personal #personal blog

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gigi-the-writer · 4 months ago

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bWHHDBDDB OKAY REALISTICALLY, Probably not, he most likely discarded them like it was nothing because in his mind ‘you don’t need them anymore.’

Stuck at home with a sinus infection and that last post with Flug taking care of reader is just what I needed 👏 thank you muchly

Yandere Flug is the best caretaker (ignores reader’s amputated legs laying in the corner)

#villainous #villanos #dr flug #dr flug villainous #yandere #dr flug x reader

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gigi-the-writer · 4 months ago

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Stuck at home with a sinus infection and that last post with Flug taking care of reader is just what I needed 👏 thank you muchly

Yandere Flug is the best caretaker (ignores reader’s amputated legs laying in the corner)

#villainous #villanos #dr flug #dr flug villainous #dr flug x reader #tw yandere

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gigi-the-writer · 4 months ago

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Posting for once! And of course it’s yandere. Sigh.

Yandere Dr. Flug x Reader

“You’ll feel better soon.”

Warnings: amputation, reader is horribly depressed after losing their legs, suggestive? I mean Flug bathes you but I don’t specify reader’s parts or anything.

Gender neutral reader

The room is quiet. Too quiet.

Dr. Flug stands in the doorway, clutching a tray of food in his gloved hands, watching you with an unreadable expression. The bed you lay in is pristine, perfectly made—except for the small indent where your body curls, unmoving, eyes empty as you stare at nothing.

You haven’t moved in hours.

You haven’t spoken in days.

You barely even react when he steps closer, setting the tray on the nightstand.

"I made you your favorite," he says softly. Too softly. His voice holds the kind of forced cheerfulness that doesn’t match the dark bags under his eyes, the way his fingers twitch as he carefully arranges the utensils.

Silence.

His hands tighten into fists at his sides. His entire body trembles, and for a moment, he looks like he might snap—but then he lets out a slow, controlled breath. No. He can’t lose his patience. Not with you.

He kneels beside the bed, his face close to yours, his head tilting as he studies your expression—or rather, the lack of one.

"I know you’re upset, sweetheart," he murmurs. "I know… this has been hard for you."

Nothing. No reaction. Not even a flicker of emotion in your dull, lifeless eyes.

His gloved hand brushes your hair back gently, his fingers trembling. His darling, his precious darling, reduced to this fragile, unresponsive doll. It makes something inside him ache, twist in ways he doesn’t know how to fix.

But he will fix it.

Because you’re his. And he won’t allow you to waste away like this.

At first, Flug hoped you’d adjust on your own. That you’d talk to him, cry to him, beg him to hold you—anything but this silence.

But as the days stretched on, it became clear: you weren’t going to do anything.

So now, he does everything for you.

Brushing your hair—his fingers carefully working through knots as he hums under his breath, pretending this is normal. Pretending that you aren’t staring at the wall like a ghost.

Dressing you—slipping clothes over your limbs, treating you with the tenderness of something fragile, breakable. He kisses your forehead afterward, whispering:

"There. Perfect, just like always."

Feeding you—spoon pressed to your lips, voice coaxing, gentle, pleading:

"Come on, my love. Just one bite. For me?"

Some days, you refuse. And some days, you listen—and those are his favorite days. When your lips part, and you allow him to care for you. Even if you’re still empty inside, even if your eyes still don’t shine the way they used to, at least you’re letting him in.

But then there are the other days. The ones where you don’t move at all, don’t even react when he tries to coax you out of bed.

And those days? Those are the ones where he has no choice.

Where he carefully picks you up, places you in your wheelchair, and rolls you into the bathroom.

Where he undresses you piece by piece, whispering sweet reassurances as he lowers you into warm water.

"I know you don’t want this, sweetheart," he murmurs, gently cupping water over your bare shoulders, washing you with slow, careful strokes. "But you have to take care of yourself. And if you won’t… then I’ll do it for you."

He massages shampoo into your scalp, watching your face for any kind of reaction. A sigh, a blink, a sign that you’re still in there. But you’re still so quiet.

Too quiet.

He grips your chin suddenly, forcing your empty gaze to meet his.

"I miss you, you know." His voice is strained, almost desperate. "I miss your smile. Your voice. The way you used to look at me."

Nothing.

His grip tightens.

"You love me, don’t you?" he whispers, voice trembling. Begging.

And for the first time in weeks, you speak—your voice small, hoarse from disuse.

"I don’t know."

A sharp intake of breath. His whole body stiffens.

Then, slowly—painfully slowly—his grip loosens, and he exhales a shaky laugh.

"That’s okay," he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead, lingering. "I can wait."

His arms wrap around you, holding you close, pressing you against his chest as though he can mold you back into the person you used to be.

"You’ll feel better soon, my love."

A promise. A warning. A certainty.

Because he won’t stop until you do.

#villainous #villanos #dr flug #dr flug villainous #dr flug x reader #tw yandere #tw dark content

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