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[sillywilly]

Shigaraki Angst Drabble

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shigaraki you tragic fuck im gonna write you so painfully

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“Mom?”

A vacant voice questioned into the empty air.

The woman’s body seemed to be breaking apart, pieces floating off of her like leaves in the wind. Her arms at her sides with her hands reaching out as she sat on her knees, her body much bigger than anything in the empty space around them.

Shigaraki stared up at her with a blank, lifeless gaze. A slight smile appeared upon his lips, his eyes shimmering brightly as he looked up at the woman, much bigger than him.

“Tenko…” Her voice echoed, a harmony he hadn’t heard in years. Her expression seemed worried, yet gentle as she stared down, not exactly at him, but rather at the memory of his past self.

His dry eyes began to water slightly as he stared up at her form. “Mom…” It didn’t sound like him, but it was rather a younger voice, breaking with a sorrowful tone.

Quick hands reached up to wipe his eyes, swiftly stopping any tears from flowing. He looked back up at the memory of the woman, only her eyes granting his cold body the warmth he hadn’t felt in forever.

“Do you…” She began. “Still want to be a hero?” The question seemed out of place, eerie, yet stuck a cord inside him. It reminded him of his old dreams to save others, to be helpful and kind, now crushed by the same societal heroes he looked up to.

No words came from the villain as he forcefully looked away from the mother he so dearly missed. The desperate urge to run to her, to go back to her, to allow himself to cry in her arms, remained in his chilly and worn muscles.

The floating pathway was rugged and broken, as he tugged himself away from her form. Away from her love and comfort, in which he wished to hide in forever.

Debris floated around the path, rising up to create gray spots in his vision, the bright white space causing him to squint. White hair levitated in and out of his vision as he walked upon rugged hovering rocks.

He wasn’t her “Tenko” anymore.

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idk what made me wanna write this bro just wanted to practice writing

[sillywilly]

Tomura Shigaraki x GN!Reader

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i want him so bad that im coming back on this acc with a banger fic of him🙏🙏

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“Won’t you just give up already?” The white haired man questioned, smirking as the Hero laid on the ground, bloody and beaten. “Really, your efforts are getting you no where.”

Suddenly, the Hero quickly lifted themself off the ground, barreling towards the man. Their legs stumbled and wobbled as they ran, committing to a swift push off the ground as they threw themself at the other.

Shigaraki took a step forward as the hero flung their body at him, throwing his own hand back. A loud crack was heard as the villain landed a sickening blow against the Hero’s head, sending them flying towards Shigaraki’s left, their crumpled body rolling and tumbling several times before coming to a stop.

A foul and raspy breath exited the hero’s lips as they rolled over onto their back, holding their bloody side in a death grip. Blood seeped around them, their costume stained with the dark red liquid from an earlier blow by the villain.

His long white hair blew in the wind as he took brutally worn out steps, stopping beside the hero and looking down at them with half-lidded, almost amused, eyes.

“Ready to give up, hero?”

There was no response, simply breathless wheezes as the Hero stared distantly at the kind blue sky, arguably unfit for the noises of war going on in the background. The white clouds too cheery for their tired eyes, the bright sun allowing warmth to cradle their weak skin.

The Hero closed their eyes, hopelessly. Thinking back to their memories of saving lives, the voices of thankful citizens buzzing through their ears. A shadow interrupted the light dancing upon their eyelids.

Weak eyes met piercing red ones as the villain stared down harshly upon the hero. His dreadful gaze was mixed with something close to amusement at the pitiful sight of the weary hero.

“Stay out of my way.” Shigaraki growled, yet the words fell upon deaf ears as the Hero gaped at the sight of the man. The villain’s white hair drooped downward, surrounding his face perfectly, face shadowed by his overhanging stance as his eyes looked through the barely conscious Hero.

The world buzzed and went quiet, the villain spoke a few more solemn words yet they were unheard by the Hero as their eyes met the mans red ones. The droning of blood shed and violence faded into the background, a gentle quiet overtaking the air.

It seemed as if time slowed down, almost as if the scene were a movie. The Hero’s lips parted slightly as they observed the man’s every detail, looking at the villain with an unreadable expression.

His already dry skin seemed even more without moisture as the sun beat down on both of them. The scars littering his eyes and lips seemed almost like gracious marks left by an angel. Loving swipes across the features brought by a freakishly large crowd of hate and anguish, never to be let go or forgotten, a constant physical reminder of that which will never be healed.

The white hair that parted slightly in the breeze to allow sight of the red eyes beneath it, filled with malice and anger. Yet as everything around them subdued into silence, all that was left for the Hero to see was agony and resentment in the doomed villain’s eyes. A past of repeated afflictions done by a man more sinful than he appeared, internalized as more of a hero in this suffering villain’s mind than those who had truly saved others.

The Hero opened their mouth to speak, shutting it subconsciously before opening it again, taking a gravelly breath in. Their arm raised up to block the sun more, yet it almost seemed as if they were reaching out towards the villain. A kind gesture speaking the words “Let Me Save You.” Yet, such kindness was unrecognizable by the villain.

A harsh hand swatted the Hero’s arm down, it hitting the ground with a thud, causing dirt to ripple upwards and into the air from the impact. A small cloud of dust whisked over the Hero’s body as the man above them spoke, his lips moving, but no sound was heard. The villain’s gaze expressed only anger and irritation as his fixed look reduced the Hero to useless scum, only a obstacle in his path to prove himself to the man he worshipped.

No words escaped the Hero’s lips as their mouth laid agape, a now wondrous expression covered their features. Before finally :

“…You’re so beautiful.”

The words were spoken genuinely, delicately, spoken as a mumble through the Hero’s ears, yet heard as a threat by the villain. Yet, the expression of loving awe caused the villain to second guess the other’s unsettling words.

A wiry and suspicous look flashed upon the villain’s face, before his brows furrowed, his lips sealing into a frustrated line. Quickly kneeling next to the Hero, their eyes weakly fluttering as they struggled to stay open, Shigaraki found himself desperately grabbing at the Hero’s face, his words droned into stillness by the Hero’s still silent world.

A gentle smile posed on their lips as they gave the villain one last tenderhearted glance, before shutting their eyes completely.

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FAWKKKKKK I LOVE SHIGARAKI BROOO 😭😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏ALL HAIL‼️‼️‼️‼️

[sillywilly]

Bruce Wayne x Butler!Reader

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batman (real) that’s all enjoy

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Wayne sat at his desk, furiously running his hands through his hair. What was wrong with this guy? The Riddler, they called him… One of mysteries and anonymous answers.

A polaroid of a handsome man sat in front of him, a butler of his. The photo would’ve appeared innocent, had it not been taken in the perspective of a stalker. The boy was smiling in the photo, sitting outside a cafe and enjoying a coffee with a presumed friend.

“He’s quite brilliant, master Wayne.” Bruce recalled Alfred mentioning. “And lovely, might I add.” He shook his head, images of the gorgeous butler flashing through his mind. His constant observing of the quiet man on the cameras didn’t help.

The butler gently cleaned a desk with a duster, humming a small tune to himself. Bruce always noticed that he seemed to be in his own world, yet he did his job well. Such a monotonous task for a bright personality.

There were words scribbled on the white of the polaroid, none too friendly.

“Answer.” In big sharpie letters, with a arrow pointing towards the butler in the photo.

With nimble fingers, he flipped the card-like photograph.

“Intimate. Push.”

He pondered what it could have meant, flicking a small pen throughout his fingers. Perhaps he would have to get a little, touchy, with the employee. Only for answers of course, only for answers…

With the push of a button, and his voice over an interconnected headset. The butler arrived at the big mans cave in no time. Nervously knocking on the door, patiently waiting for approval to enter.

“Come in.” A deep voice replied.

The butler stepped in, pushing open the door after smoothening his attire.

“What can I do for you..master Wayne?”

Wayne turned in his chair to face the boy, a anxious smile combined with curious eyes surveying the room had sat before him. Did the butler always look this..enamoring up close?

Bruce clicked his tongue before patting his thigh, waving the butler over.

“Come here.”

The boy obeyed, not a hint of defiance in his movements.

“Sit.”

“S-Sir that’s your thi-“

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Stern eyes met the butlers tense ones. The billionaire pat his thigh once more, edging the man to have a seat on it.

The butler obeyed, a frightened look on his face as he sat down as slowly and gently as possible, having to shortly push himself off the ground to get comfortable on the man’s leg.

Rough hands traveled over the boys body, moving in places to keep him steady on his bosses thigh. One of Bruce’s hands rested on the butlers lower back, the other on the boys thigh.

Bruce thought the butler smelled of cherry blossom and roses. A terribly beautiful smell for a terribly beautiful man.

The butlers hands rested gently in his own lap, nestled near his masters. He didn’t know why he was in this situation, but he had always felt something for his boss, so he was thoroughly enjoying the touch.

Wayne’s fingers moved from the boys thigh, pointing as the computer screen, then down to the polaroid. A rather clear image of the polaroid rested upon the pixels.

“I want you to tell me how you’re involved in this.”

The butler gulped, but stayed silent, his gaze observing the photo presented before him. He didn’t dare meet the daring eyes of his boss.

Bruce’s hand moved to grip the boys jaw, the other wrapped around the back of his neck, giving it a slight squeeze. A whimper was elicited from the smaller.

“I want an answer.” A slight whisper in the butlers ear.

What if Bruce changed tactics? That wouldn’t be so bad…

“Tell me, sweet boy.” Another whisper in the butlers ear. Bruce’s hand moved to squeeze the boys thigh and he started stuttering.

“My…my parents, detectives they were,” He mumbled quietly, though Wayne heard every stutter out of the man’s mouth.

Bruce let out a small hum, his breath hot on the butlers neck. “What about them?”

A small kiss was placed on the butlers neck after a few moments of silence.

“Go on…” Bruce spoke, his deep voice sending shudders down the butlers spine.

“They were..involved in a controversial investment years back, they were too involved in an..incident and didn’t have the tools to analyze it..”

The butler took in a deep breath, Bruce watched the man’s chest rise and fall in quick breaths.

“They trusted some man, Bane I believe…invested in him to investigate, an under the table investment.”

Bruce stared in bewilderment, shocked at how much the smaller man knew.

He reached his hand up and cupped the boys face, his thumb brushed over the butlers lips and pressed down on them.

“…Smart boy” The hand on the butlers neck reached downward to rub at his waist. “..Such a smart boy..” his husky voice echoed through the butlers ears.

“Thank you, master Wayne-” The butler replied, Wayne’s thumb flicked the butlers bottom lip once he finished speaking.

A murmur came from billionaire. “Aren’t you just glorious?…”

The butler glanced at his masters eyes, those cold eyes looking him up and down, absorbing the butlers every detail. It looked as if something…dangerous had snapped in them.

“You don’t leave this mansion without me, you hear me?”

The butlers eyes widened.

“But master Wayne!-“

Wayne pressed a kiss to the butlers lips, kissing with passion and endearment, Bruce’s fingers tracing over the butlers chin.

“..You’re involved now. Your involvement puts your safety at bay, I can’t allow something with such a..”

He paused, tilting the man’s head up to observe his features more clearly.

“Such a beautifully crafted face, to be put in harms way.”

Bruce’s voice was stern and committed, the butler froze.

“Master wayne im not a ‘somethi-“

Small kisses made their way down the butlers neck, the hand around his waist felt like fire, as did the fingers on his chin.

“…Is that so? and if i were to propose that you are, my thing? hm?”

Waynes voice was rough, brittled with battles and molded with soft undertones.

“..Wouldn’t you like that?” Bruce knew the answer, he just wanted to hear it from his boys pretty lips.

The butler shook gently, the each kiss felt like it hit a nerve, making the butler flinch each time.

“..Yes, master wayne.”

“Good boy, what a good boy.”

He chuckled deeply.

“My good boy.”

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did i slay guys

i ahvent posted in months but take this i promise it’s cool lmao

[sillywilly]

Batman x Fanboy!Male reader

i fucking love batman guys

makes a batman fic that no one asked for while i still have untouched asks lol

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You were skateboarding down the streets of Gotham with your friends, having the time of your lives. You had always been a gigantic Batman fan, spending all your money on his merchandise most of the time.

As you were skating, you started feeling a little wobbly on your board so you slowed down. You yelled to your friends to keep going as you leaned down to tie your shoelace.

You moved your hands with a memorized rhythm while you tied your shoes, but you heard a yell down an alleyway near you. Your curiosity got the better of you, so as soon as you finished tying your shoe, you peeked around the corner.

There was…nothing? You could’ve sworn you had heard a man yell. You slowly began to trek into the alley, keeping track of your surroundings. It smelled of mold and wet air, a nearby air conditioning unit buzzing.

Suddenly, you were pinned to the wall, adrenaline rushed through your veins. As you were about to let out a scream, a leathery gloved hand was slammed over your mouth.

“What’re you doing here?” A thick deep voice grumbled. You squirmed but the taller man only pushed you against the wall more firmly. He slowly removed his hand from your mouth and allowed you to speak.

You let out a gasp of air, panic still flowing around in your chest. You trembled in his grasp and looked away from him. Your silence didn’t seem to appease the man so he decided to punch the wall next to your head.

You let out a yelp, which came out as more of a frightened whimper. Tears began to form in your eyes as you looked at the man. You quickly collected your thoughts to be able to stutter out a few words.

“S-sir please I don’t want any trouble. I heard some clatter and got curious I’m sorry. I didn’t see anything I swear on my life! Please don’t hurt me please.”

The man looked at you in deep thought before you made direct eye contact with him. His eyes softened at your orbs filled with fear. The man let you a little loose, but did not let go.

Seemingly lost in thought, the man moved his hand from the wall to brush against your cheek gently. The soft touch almost gave you thoughts of something even worse this man would do to you.

The man backed up into the light, allowing you to see him more clearly in the dark alley. You put your hand over your mouth with a soft gasp, looking the man up and down.

“You’re… you’re Batman!” you whispered.

You took a few steps towards him, your curiosity dragging you further and further near the man who had just had you in a terrifying position. You looked up at his eyes whilst he looked down at you.

You seemed like a enamored puppy, seeing a squirrel for the first time. The man thought your shocked stance whilst observing him was endearing. The Batman spoke, which dragged you out of your thoughts.

“Are you hurt?” The grumble in his voice made your stomach flutter. You shook, “No sir.” You felt as if manners were the proper route to this conversation with the highly known man.

Your neck did slightly hurt though, as the man had put his arm against it when he covered your mouth mere seconds before. You took a step closer and looked up at him.

Without any thought, you shakily looked up at him, studying his features. You winced a slight bit whilst observing his body armor. The man reached out his hand to find a slight yellowing bruise against the front of your neck.

You looked up into his eyes while he tilted your head gently to get a better look at the wide bruise. He slowly ghosted his thumbed over it, sending a shiver up your spine.

“You told me you weren’t hurt.”

“I didn’t think I was…”

The man softly grabbed your shoulder and spun you around to take a better look at you, noticing a small scrape on your elbow. He grabbed your arm and turned you to face him while he inspected it.

You rubbed your neck awkwardly with your other hand as he did. He gently gave two taps on your arm while he reached into one of the pockets on his belt. The man tore out some anti-bacterial spray, a bandaid, and a tissue.

He opened the spray and looked towards you for approval to apply it. You nodded and looked away, ready for the sting. He saw your expression strain as your arm tensed when he sprayed.

“It’s only for a second, be a strong boy for me.”

The pain slowly disappeared and the man was dabbing at your scrape with the tissue. You observed the man while he doctored you, not believing that the Batman was in front of you.

“Are you really Batman?” He gently applied the bandaid and looked at you, his bright blue eyes shining in the light. The man thought you looked like a dazzled fanboy, which only spiked his curiosity about you more.

A soft nod came from him as he muttered, "And you are?” The request almost caught you off guard, he wanted to know your name? A prick of anxiety spiked in your chest, nervously looking at the man.

“(Y/n).” You replied. He nodded, pressing the adhesive to your elbow to make sure the bandaid wouldn’t fall off. He held your arm a bit longer than he needed to before grazing his fingers over it while letting go.

“Well I’m sorry, (Y/n)” The man said softly while looking away. He looked at you, your gaze felt like fire against his skin and he couldn’t figure out why. You smiled at him while picking up your dropped skateboard.

“Be safe.” Batman said before disappearing into the darkness. Little did you know, he continued to observe you as you met with your friends once again.

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slay lol

no one asked for this fic but i’m rlly obsessed with batman atm lolol

[sillywilly]

woo random spurt of motivation

Frank Castle x Male Reader

“prisoner”

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“Here’s your sheets, this is your cell, that big guy in there’ll be your cellmate.”

The officer said as you both stopped in front of the bars. A strong looking man sat inside, laying down on the bed with his eyes closed. You nervously looked at the officer before walking into the cell.

The cell door shut as you walked in. You set your stuff down on the bed and sat down on it. You looked over at your cellmate, he was a strong, rough looking man, handsome too. You noticed that the hand on his chest was huge, as was he.

“Who’re you, kid?”

You jumped slightly in surprise as the man spoke, his eyes still shut.

“I’m (Y/n), we’re um, cell mates now.” You stammered.

The man let out a hum, then moved to sit up, his eyes immediately rested on you. The man was quick to look you up and down, checking to see how big of a threat you would be.

“Who uh, who are you?”

“Frank.” He took a short pause before meeting your eyes. “Frank Castle.”

“How old’re you, kid?” Frank questioned.

“Almost 22..”

The man took this in, he stared at you while you looked down at your hands. As fidgeted with your fingers, your hands rested on your lap, the man stood up and stride towards you.

You looked up at the man before he sat down on your plastic excuse for a mattress. “Aren’t you a bit young to be in prison?” His voice rumbled deeply. “I guess so..” The man thought for a moment.

“What’d you do?”

“I, um,” you stuttered.

The bigger man set his well sized hand on your shoulder in reassurance. His thumb traced circles into your shirt, you let out a deep breath you didn’t even know you were holding. He felt you relax against his touch.

“You wanna know what I did?”

You nodded slowly.

“I killed people, bad people, some shitty lawyers tried to put me in a mental institution! I pleaded guilty.” He laughed.

You let out a small giggle at his joke. The man smiled at you gently. You looked up at the man and he finally noticed the anxious fidgeting with your hands. Frank put one of his bigger hands on yours.

“Calm down, kid, you’re okay.” He affirmed.

You took a deep sigh. “I, I killed my mom.”

You moved your other hands to hold his bigger one, running your fingers across his battered hands. His skin was rough, but it felt nice in a way. “Why’d you do that?” He asked, not minding your newly found entertainment with his hand.

“She was trying to hurt me, I was only defending myself! I didn’t want to I really didn’t.”

“Kid, the law ain’t gonna listen, even if that’s the truth.”

You modeled and hummed in agreement. The man leaned back against the concrete wall, putting his arms behind his head. He relaxed, showing no signs of seeing you as a threat.

“Attaboy, that wasn’t so hard to tell, was it?”

Shaking your head, you laid down and rested your head on your pile of sheets, curled up a few inches away from the bigger man. The silence was comfortable before you spoke.

“Are the others gonna, hurt me? In here?” You nervously babbled.

Franks eyes darted over towards you before flickering back to staring at the wall. He thought for a quick moment, wondering how to reply to your innocent question.

“Not with me by your side, most of these guys don’t wanna pick a fight with me.”

You hummed quietly, muttering a small thanks.

A few moments after, the lights went out as you heard an officer call out that it was time for bed. Frank got up and returned to his small bed. Turning over and getting ready to sleep.

You assumed you should do the same.

The next day, you and Frank shared some small talk before going to eat breakfast. The whole time you stayed glued to his side, which he didn’t mind. Frank knew you were scared, and he didn’t blame you.

You weren’t the most muscular, or the tallest, you were a newbie as well, an easy target for the others. Frank made a quick judgement in his mind to protect you, and keep you by his side.

As you closely followed the man to go sit down, you felt several looming stares. You tried to ignore the feeling of paranoia and sat down next to Frank. You looked up at him and he gave you a small smile before digging into his food.

“What’s a pretty boy like you doin’ in here?” A man behind you questioned as he slid his hand underneath you and cupped your ass cheek. You felt a jolt of disgust.

You jumped and slid away from his touch, quick to grab Franks arm to get his attention, little did you know, he was already looking at the man with a pissed off expression.

“What do ya think you’re doin’?” Frank said with a hint of anger.

“Ay ay, no need to get pissed. He yours?”

Frank looked down at you. He studied your features for a moment before looking back up to the man with a stern expression. Frank was quick to put his arm around you tightly, gently wrapping his hand around your waist.

“Yeah, he’s mine, leave em’ be.”

You looked up a Frank, who was still angrily looking at the man. You felt confused, but assumed it was just a ploy to keep you safe. You felt relieved when the man scoffed and turned back around.

“Good boy, tryna’ get my attention.” The well-built man praised you.

You looked up at Frank with a confused expression, he hadn’t let go of you yet. “What did he mean? That I’m ‘Yours’?” Frank nodded, acknowledging your question, chewing a bite of his food.

He leaned down and whispered in your ear. “Listen kid, we gotta pretend that you’re mine for a bit, as in, I’ve already claimed you as a sort of partner.” You felt yourself heat up slightly.

You nodded slowly, your confusion fading away as you understood the situation. “Stuff like that happens again, you come get me, or get my attention, got it?” He spoke, his voice distracting you slightly.

“Yes sir.” You replied, being used to having good manners with people.

“Attaboy.” Frank gave you a small squeeze with his arm before letting go.

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anyways

[sillywilly]

an idea of mine :)

Priest!Matt Murdock x Male Reader

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“Are you here for confession?” The priest asked you. You weren’t a regular at the church, but you did come sometimes to confess. You looked up at the priest.

You felt yourself get warm, he was insanely attractive. The way he looked down at you, you couldn’t read his expression. The scruff of his beard just accented his handsome features.

The priest cleared his throat as you kept looking up at him. “Yes, sorry Father, I got lost in thought.” The man let out a soft chuckle, “Don’t we all sometimes?”

You let out a uneasy breath of air as the man started to lead you to a private room for confession. As you entered the room, you couldn’t help but notice the beautiful stain glass window at the back.

There were a few pews in the room, the man sat on one and patted the space next to him. You sat down next to him and noticed his jawline, staring at it for a moment then looking down to your lap.

“When you’re ready.” The priest made a hand motion towards you. You took in a heavy sigh and began. “Father, I’ve been, having thoughts lately, one’s that Christ might not approve of.” You spoke nervously.

Father stared at you as you spoke. “And, what are these..thoughts?” You looked at the blind priest and your breath hitched. “I- I um.. I’ve been thinking about..other men.”

“What do you think about them?” Father questioned you further. “I’ve been thinking..um… that other men are attractive, I think of them in a way I should think about women.” You could see the priest tense up next to you.

“They’re dirty thoughts, Father, doesn’t christ look down upon thoughts like these?” The man shook his head. “The lord is accepting of all attraction, the media is simply controversially manipulating his word.”

You took a deep sigh, the priest placed his hand on your thigh, then held your hand in his. “Who have you felt this way about?” The priest looked at you expectantly, looking for an answer to his question.

You tensed up, looking over at him. You had been coming for confession every now and then, but the most times you felt this way, was around him. You felt him soothingly rub the back of your hand with his thumb.

He squeezed your hand reassuringly. You took a deep breath, “You, Father. And a few other men, but mainly you..” You could hear the shakiness in your voice, but the man just held your hand tighter.

“I’m really sorry, Father. I can’t help it I-“

“What thoughts do you have…about me?”

You looked at the other man, but he just kept looking at you, gently holding your shaky hand within his. The light in the room was colored with the rainbow from the glass window.

“I- um,”

“It’s alright, you can be honest here, you don’t have to lie in the eyes of god.” The blind man reassured you.

You looked down, squeezing his hand as he squeezed back. “I want to kiss you, hold you, be held by you, I want to be with you. I... I want you, Father.” You stuttered with a distinct nervousness in your voice.

“That’s nothing to be ashamed about.”

He grabbed your chin with his index and middle finger and pressed his lips onto yours. As you kissed, you moved your hand to caress his jawline gently, savoring the feeling of his soft stubble.

As you both pulled away, you felt the priest move to put his arms around you. He lifted you up and pulled you to stand, and simply held you. He rubbed his hands up and down your back comfortingly as you stood in shock.

You slowly wrapped your arms around him and tucked your head into his neck. He rubbed your spine gently, his other hand massaging at your waist. You felt yourself relax against his warm body.

The man pulled your torso forward, evicting you from your place in the crook of his neck. He rested his forehead against yours before placing kisses on your forehead, down your nose, and finally stopped before your lips.

“I’ve had those thoughts as well.” The man stated.

He pressed his lips against yours as you kissed back. He tasted of fine wine and honey. His lips were irresistible, you never wanted to separate from them. The man’s kisses got more sloppy as he kissed down your jawline.

His wet kisses down your neck were as comforting as they could get. You ran your hands through his short hair, loving the softness of it. He kissed down your neck and left a few sweet pecks on your shoulder before pulling away and looking at you.

You were both breathing heavily, you rested your forehead on his as he left a gentle kiss on your lips. You went to hug his form again, holding onto him for dear life.

He sighed and lowly whispered into your ear. “I may be blind, but you’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever had the chance of laying my eyes on. From the moment you walked into this church, I’ve only noticed how utterly attractive you are.”

You felt hot, warm. Really warm. The man gently rubbed at your waist as you rubbed your thumb on his nape. You nuzzled into his shoulder, one arm around him and the other resting on his older shoulder.

You let out a hum of acknowledgment to what he said. “I’ve only ever thought the same of you, Father. Ever since I laid eyes on you, I could never stop thinking of you.”

“Please, call me Matt.”

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DAWG i have like, 3 other requests. but. this came to mind. and lord have mercy this THIS. i’m so proud of this.

[sillywilly]

I saw you needed some Matt Murdock requests for us gays so…

Matt with a very androgynous punk male reader. Like big platforms, bright dyed hair, the works.

OMG!!!! omg !!!!!!! yes yes yes yes

i decided to make the reader rlly flirty if that’s ok yyeysysys

Matt Murdock x Male Reader

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He was the most interesting man Matt had ever noticed. His form was…interesting to matt. The other male next to him at the bar was something he had learned to be called “punk”

Although Matt had never had a chance to see the style in action, the words that described it had a design he liked. Therefore, he was resisting the urge to start a conversation with this new comer.

Josie’s doesn’t see many new people, nor any interesting people. Usually just drunks and locals, but this man, this man was different. He wasn’t like the regulars, which is what got Matt’s attention.

Matt cleared his throat and looked in the direction of the man. The taller man looked over at Matt, and he felt himself heat up. “Hello.” The punk purred, a few chains rattling as he faced Matt.

“Hi, are you new?” Matt breathed, he could smell the man’s cologne very strongly, and he wasn’t going to lie, the punk man smelled divine. “Who’s asking, pretty boy?”

“Um, Matt, Matt Murdock.”

“Is that your name, handsome?”

“Y-Yes.”

Matt found himself stuttering, the man next to him let off a radiant aura of dominance, it made Matt feel small and nervous. Matt was usually a confident person, but this man, made him feel different.

“Well, then yes, I am new, Mr. Murcock.”

Matt let out a small chuckle, slowly feeling more comfortable around the man next to him. Matt nervously played with the hem of his suit, rubbing his fingers over the fabric in an anxious manner.

“What’s your name?”

“And why should I tell you?” The punk took a long swig of his beer.

“I- I’m not sure actually.” A breathy laugh left Matt’s pink lips.

“(Y/n), you don’t seem so sure about a lot, love.”

The punk next to him took a sip of his beer, then set it down before grabbing Matts hand and resting their hands on Matt’s well sculpted thigh. “What’s a gorgeous boy like you doing at the bar this late at night?”

Damn, this man had a way with words, his voice slipping off each word like a fine wine. Damn, Matt could really go for some wine right about now. The man looked Matt up and down, waiting for a response.

“I decided to get a drink after work.”

“Ah, what does my pretty boy do for a livin’, hm?”

Matt’s face heated up, his pretty boy? If Matt hadn’t have had a few shots before this conversation, he would’ve been mad, but this man was just trying to get a reaction out of Matt.

Matt let out a gentle sigh. “I’m a lawyer.”

“Oh I see, one with the law, huh?”

“I guess so.”

Matt felt the other man rub the back of his hand with his thumb. His touch was so gentle, as if he would shatter Matt’s soft skin with any sudden movement. The man put his hand on Matts forearm that was resting on the bar counter, softly massaging it.

With their hands still resting on Matt’s thigh, and the other man massaging his arm, Matt was a warm mess. His heartbeat quickening, in any sober state Matt would’ve been slightly weirded out, but at this moment, Matt was not sober.

“You need to relax, baby.”

The man leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to Matt’s forehead. The man stood up, threw a crumbled up 20 onto the counter for the bartender, then took a step to rest his hand on Matt’s shoulder.

“Get home safe, okay?”

The punk man patted Matt’s shoulder before walking out of the bar, chains clinking and boots leaving satisfying thuds on the bar flooring. Matt sat in the same spot, feeling a sort of giddiness.

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wooooooo sorry it took a bit lolol i was tryna think of a good plot !!

[sillywilly]

Can I request Matt Murdock x male reader where the reader is just- very tall toned guy very intimidating looking who is actually super shy and just very very quiet. Like maybe they meet at Josie’s and Matt walks up to him cus he like just can hear that out of everyone in the whole bar, reader hadn’t spoken ONCE.

omg!!! so true so yes omg

Matt Murdock x Male Reader

“you’re awfully quiet”

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A tall man sat next to you at the bar, not as tall as you, but still average. You thought nothing of it and looked back at your phone, scrolling on whatever social media you could find interest in.

The man ordered his drink and stared at you, analyzing your form. Before long, you had noticed that he was fully staring at you, and not into the distance.

“Um.. Sir? Can I help you?” You looked over at the man, you couldn’t help but notice his handsome features. His lips were so pretty along with his cheekbones, but the next thing you noticed was his voice.

“Yes, you haven’t said a word since you got here, are you waiting on someone?” You shook your head before noticing the mobility cane the man was holding. “Oh um, no.” You stuttered out with embarrassment.

The man sighed, still staring at you intently. “Do you intend on being alone all night?” Why was this man questioning you? Why did he care? This wasn’t his problem, nor was it his business.

Although, this conversation could lead to something that may brighten up your night, giving him a moment of your time wouldn’t hurt. “I don’t know, I don’t really know anyone around here.” Muttering under your breath, with a hint of anxiety in your voice.

You had never been the most social person, many described you as the shy dude who never spoke to anyone. “You could know me.” The man flashed you a grin, you chuckled turning off your phone.

“Whats to know?”

“Well, for starters, I’m Matt Murdock, one hell of a lawyer.”

“The lawyer of Hell’s Kitchen.”

Matt let out a soft laugh.

“You got that right, what’s your name, handsome?”

“(Y/n), hope you don’t hear about me in court pretty boy.”

Matt gently rested his head in his palm, still facing you. You eventually got tired of speaking to him with your head turned, so decided to move your body to face the mysterious man next to you.

You conversed for about an hour before you both decided it was getting late. You exchanged phone numbers before exiting the bar with a giddy smile on your face. Matt sat at the bar thinking about you, a small grin rested on his lips.

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yoppeee!!!! i hope you liked it woowowowowooooooo

[sillywilly]

hi !! i was wondering if I could request Matt Murdock with a m!reader and they are confessing to each other, but reader is a dumbass(endearing) dhddhjddbn,,,,,

I think it’s very funny if Matt is trying to be subtle and flirty and go something like “I want to be the opposite of best friends” and r is just like “…you want to be not best friends?? Are we breaking up🧍‍♀️” ,,,,chaotic dumbassery is my favorite drink djjdjdjdf thankyouthankyou

LMAOOO omg this is so cute omg!

Matt Murdock x Male Reader

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You were sat on matt’s couch whilst he poured you a drink. He had called you and said that he had something important to tell you. Matt didn’t sound angry or upset on the phone, so your worries we’re quite low.

You were snapped out of your thoughts as matt sat down next to you. He placed your drink on the table, the ice in it making a clinking sound. You looked up at Matt, he had a small smile on his face, seemingly looking towards you.

He put his hand out, and you looked at him with confusion. “What’re you doin’?” You laughed, Matt let out a small chuckle. “Put your hand in mine.” Matt didn’t seem to have any bad intent by it, so you giggled and did so.

As you placed your hand in his, he held yours more tightly. Slowly, he was holding your one hand with both of his, smoothing his thumb over the back of your hand. His hand felt rough, but his touch was gentle.

You took your other hand and held his, he thought your hands were attractive, they fit perfectly in his, and simply belonged in his. Actually, he loved everything about you. He thought of you was way more than just his best friend.

Once, you both shared a nice moment whilst you read a book to him. You both laid on this same couch, you on the floor, leaning your back against the couch, reading.

He had his legs on either side of you, leaning back into the couch cushions comfortably. He liked your voice, the way it pronounced D’s and S’s, it was just so soft and gentle for someone with such a deep voice.

What had surprised you was when Matt put his hand in your hair. A shiver went up your spine has he brought his fingers down to your nape, then rubbed them up your neck and through your hair.

It was a pleasant feeling, Matt felt you lean into his touch, he thought it was adorable. You stuttered for a moment, but continued reading as Matt decided to play with your hair some more.

Eventually, Matt rested his hand on the back of your neck gently, rubbing comforting circles with his thumb. What a wonderful memory, it reminded you of right now, Matt rubbing circles on the back of your hand.

He removed one of his hands to take off his red tinted glasses, then put it back where it was. Matt pick up your hands and kissed your fingers, making you feel warm. You giggled “Woah dude! so romantic!!!”

Matt let out a breathy laugh, his deep, monotone voice playing as music to your ears. You always liked Matt’s laugh, you found it really attractive, along with his wonderful voice.

“(Y/n), I don’t want to be best friends anymore, I want the opposite.” You tilted your head, what did he mean? “So…You don’t wanna be friends anymore?” You didn’t mean to sound as shaky as you did, but truthfully, you were worried for the worst.

Matt giggled sweetly, “No no, that’s not what I mean don’t worry.” You laughed along with him nervously, “Are you breaking up with me?” “The opposite, actually.” Matt laughed. He smiled at you sweetly.

“Okay okay, so even bestest best friends?” You didn’t take the hint, Matt put moved his hand to cup your cheek. “May I?” He ran his thumb over your jawline, sending shivers up your back.

“May you what?” You still didn’t get it, but felt embarrassed from his touch.

“May I kiss you?” Matt thought your clueless trait was adorable.

You stuttered out some in distinct sounds before going quiet and slowly nodding. Then you realized he was blind, “Oh! Yes.” You stuttered with a giggle. “You just nodded right?” He laughed and rubbed your hand to comfort you.

“Yeah, sorry.” “Don’t even worry, it’s alright, dear.” A simple nickname had your face heating up, Matt heard your heartbeat quicken. “I’m gonna kiss you now.” He giggled, then leaned forward and gently put his lips on yours.

You kissed back, being very inexperienced. He slowly used his lips to guide you, cupping your face in his hand kindly. You never felt more of a high than in this moment.

The kiss lasted a few seconds, a few wonderful seconds in which you both enjoyed. You hadn’t kissed anyone in so long, but Matt’s lips were the only ones you wanted to kiss now.

“Bro? That was really gay.” You joked.

“No kidding.” Matt laughed along with you.

Matt looked towards your form, he could hear you breath quickening. Your lips were soft as they were rough, he found it endearing. Matt looked down, then asked the big question.

“Would you like to have dinner with me?”

“Of course!”

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woooooooooo i did it, still got another matt fic in the works from another ask, just need to rlly think ab the plot of it lolol

hope u liked it yeysysys

[sillywilly]

Requests yeysys

hiiii okokokok so.

i prefer writing for MALE or GENDER NEUTRAL READER

i don’t do smut lol

send requests for :

Adrian Chase/Vigilante

Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Spiderman (hrmmmm whichever actor u want rlly they’re all meow meow)

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Frank Castle/The Punisher

Bruce Wayne/Batman

Tomura Shigaraki ❤️

(closed lolol but u can just say things there it’s ok)

[sillywilly]

Can you do a vigilante x male reader, where the reader likes Adrian, but Adrian is just clueless like he usually is, and everyone knows about y/n's crush on Adrian but Adrian doesn't. And when one day the reader just gets fed up with Adrian being so oblivious, he just decides to go to Adrian's workplace before Adrian leaves and just show him that he has a crush on Adrian. And you can just leave it with them having a kiss and Adrian being a goofball, and admitting he also has crush on the reader.

Ooooor you can take the spicy route where they end up in one of their room's and Adrian fucks the living shit out of the reader, because of how sexually frustrated he had been the whole time.

this is very cute

i’m not entirely comfy with writing nsfw atm sooo i’m gonna stick to the goofy adrian ending lolol big apologies

Vigilante x Male Reader

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You loved him, but no matter how clear you tried to make it, he wouldn’t notice. It hurt, it made you overthink. Maybe he was trying to ignore your feelings? Perhaps not to notice them.

It’s possible he didn’t even like men, but you couldn’t tell. You and him were so close, you always felt your best around him. The worst part, everyone knew. Everyone could tell, that you loved him.

Except for him. You couldn’t figure out how he was so oblivious, you always dropped hints. You flirted with him, he would laugh, but you couldn’t tell if he thought you were joking or not.

You walked into the diner, your eyes dancing around the room looking for a specific boy with glasses. Once you spotted him you strutted over and got his attention.

His face immediately starts glowing. His smile was so big you thought it couldn’t get any cuter. “(Y/n)! My man!” Adrian quickly started towards you. He leaned on the counter and while you shot him a quick smile.

“You’re almost off right?” you asked. Adrian checked the clock on the register next to him and nodded enthusiastically. “That’s great! I actually wanted to ask you something.”

Adrian let out a giggle, “Hold on hold on, big guy! Let me go change! I’ll be back in less than a second!” He tapped your cheek with his hand lightly, then walked to his break room to change out of his work clothes.

You quietly smiled to yourself. What a truly great guy, he was so adorable, exactly your type. You sat on a bar stool and waited, nervously biting at your lip while you stared out the window, zoned out.

You hadn’t noticed that Adrian was back yet. He looked over the counter at you, whilst you were completely oblivious. Gently, he brought his hand up to your face and rested his thumb on your bottom lip.

“That’s not a good thing to do.” Adrian said with a frown. You couldn’t think, things seemed to go so fast because before you could process what had just happened, Adrian removed his hand and was coming around the counter.

“Do you want a ride home? You can ask me what you needed to on the way there!” Adrian exclaimed as his coworker arrived to take his place at the counter. You nodded nervously and he flashed you a kind smile.

He said a quick bye to his peer and you two walked out to his car. You sat in his passenger seat, taking in a breath of a nice refreshing smell. His car had a air freshener in it, which smelled divine.

Once he got into the car, he faced you with a gentle smile on his face. He could tell you were nervous, he just didn’t know what about. You saw his eyes look you up and down before he grabbed your hand.

“Are you alright, dude? You can tell me anything, I promise I wont get upset.” Adrian’s kind attempt at reassuring you gave you a slight boost in confidence. You quickly put your other hand on his cheek gently, smiling softly.

“Can I kiss you?”

Adrian looked at you with big eyes, you could tell he started to feel nervous as well. Adrian looked away, a sting in your heart, a worry that he was weirded out. You were about to apologize and play it off as a joke before he slowly nodded.

You leaned forward and kissed him, the sweetest and most gentle kiss you had to offer. He went still for a moment, then pushed into the kiss as well, allowing his hand to run through your hair.

The both of you pulled away, faces flushed in embarrassment. “Damn! That was like, really good dude.” You chuckled at his remark. “Would you like to go out with me?” You said with a newfound confidence rushing through you.

“Of course! I wanted to ask you, but I’m a bit of a pussy when it comes to things like this.” Adrian giggled, making you smile lovingly at him before going in for a sweet peck.

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sorry this took so long i needed motivation to write lolol

hope u liked it omg omg

[sillywilly]

Hi! Could you do a Matt Murdock x male reader where they work at a cafe that Foggy frequently goes to and he finally introduces them to Matt?

omg omg yeysysys

Matt Murdock x Male Reader

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A nice job you had, you wouldn’t trade it for the world. You worked in a nice little cafe, one that you’ve met a majority of your friends at. One friend in particular who was a real goof.

Foggy was his name, or nickname rather. A funny guy really, you always looked forward to seeing him. He always did his best to make you, and others around the cafe, laugh at his jokes.

One day, it was different. Foggy had told you all about his best friend, Matt Murdock. A blind guy who was his closest friend throughout college. They had a firm together, and Foggy always promised you that if any legal trouble arose, they would help.

Two men walked through the door that day. Foggy, and another man. The other man was dressed in a casual business suit, black and white were the dominant colors. He wore red tinted glasses and held a ID cane.

The man looked rather handsome truly, anyone could tell. From his well placed nose to his dashing jawline. He had caught your eye, he wasn’t entirely out of the ordinary, but he was far more handsome than the other men in the room. No offense to Foggy.

The two men walked up to the counter, Foggy gave a laugh and looked up at you. “Remember the guy I’ve told you about? My one of a kind business partner? Best friend too, perhaps?” Foggy inquired with a chuckle.

“There’s no way I would forget, Fogster.” you smirked whilst cleaning a glass. You looked up at the man beside him, he seemed to be looking right through you. You felt yourself begin to sweat, feeling more warm than usual.

The man looked rough, he didn’t look as soft as he may be emotionally. The scruff on his chin was rather attractive, it suited him far more than if he had a clean shave. You looked down and over at Foggy.

“This is Matt! The one and only Murdock, one hell of a lawyer!” Foggy exclaimed. You nodded with a smile towards Foggy’s natural silly behavior. “Or so I’ve been told.” Matt finally said, with a small grin on his face.

Matt reached out his hand, a polite invitation for you to shake it. You did so, but perhaps held on a little longer than you were supposed to. His hand felt rough, but soft. The touch was so gentle, as if he felt as if his touch would break anything it came into contact with.

“I’m Mathew, but I’m sure you’ve heard already.” Matt said, grinning at Foggy. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Murdock. Big fan, from what Foggy has told me.” The tone of your voice was calm and collected, as if this your life depended on this good impression.

On the inside, you had your worries. What if your hands were sweaty? What if he heard the slight shakiness in your voice? He was such a handsome man, easily could charm others with his voice and looks.

You continued introductions, savoring the feeling of his hand in yours. “I’m (Y/n). Worked here since I was in college. Loved this cafe since I was a little boy.” Murdock smiled, Foggy sat down at one of the bar stools, as you two spoke.

“We’re you born here?” “Born and raised.” You eagerly replied to the eyes of the red tinted glasses. With one last shake of hands, both of your hands retreated to their respective sides.

“I’ve told him so much about you! There’s practically nothing you’ve told me that he hasn’t heard himself!” Foggy said enthusiastically. This made your face heat up. What has Foggy said about you? Positive things, you could only hope.

“I hope you’ve told him nothing bad.” You joked, Foggy let out a chuckle “Nothing you wouldn’t say to him yourself.” Matt sat there, facing you. Matt thought in the moment, he liked your voice, a bit too much.

Matt silently decided that your voice was something he could listen to for hours on end. He would never get tired of it. While you had studied his hands, he studied yours. He assumed your hands would be soft due to the work you did in the cafe.

He was right to think so, Matt thought your hands had fit perfectly in his. He would love to hold them sometime again, without a time limit, or a social cue. “The regular, Fogs?” You said with a smile.

Matt could hear it in your voice, your smile, happiness. Yet he could also hear your heart pounding when you shook hands, as well as when he walked through the door. This brought him a sly grin, knowing he had this effect on you already.

Matt found it endearing, but he also found you, yourself, endearing. “Yessir! How about you Matty?” Foggy said, looking over at Matt, who seemed to be lost in thought, staring directly at your form.

“Hm? Oh! I’ll take whatever Foggy is having.” Matt looked over at Foggy, then at you with a friendly smile, which you gladly returned. “I’ll have em’ right up boys.” This was a new door opened for you, something you were surely ready for.

“Don’t work too hard for us!” Foggy joked as you chuckled and walked to make their drinks. Matt had taken a liking to you already, he wanted to see you more often after this simple encounter.

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woo!!! i feel so proud of this one i really hope you liked it :D

[sillywilly]

an idea that just popped into mind

Vigilante x Male Reader

held

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“Tough day?”

You turned your head to find your boyfriend, Adrian, sitting on the couch. As much as you wanted to deny it and tell him that it was alright, your demeanor said it all. It was a bad day, and he could tell.

Work was rough, with your nagging manager and asshole coworkers, you were bound to come home feeling like shit. You work at a Walmart, which isn’t the most pleasant job at all, but was all you could manage to get.

You sighed, setting your bag down and kicking off your shoes by the front door. “Yeah, real shitty.” you replied in defeat. You couldn’t hide the fact that your day had been awful, you felt too tired.

You walked over and gave him a kiss on the head, which he fondly smiled at. You walked down the hallway into the bathroom, you took a look at yourself in the mirror.

Did you always have eye-bags? You found yourself looking in the mirror without recognizing the man looking back. It was…unsettling, but on the more logical side of things, you were tired.

You did your business and came back into the living room. Adrian noticed you and opened his arms, inviting you into them. You walked over and slid into his embrace, it was so warm, loving, and caring that you almost wanted to cry.

Adrian was a good find, a good partner. Something you never took the time to want or even thought you needed. In the harsh reality, you needed someone, something you could love.

Through years of your life, you pushed away love and other emotions that would cause major attachment. Due to this, you were commonly mocked by friends for never dating anyone, let alone ever having a first kiss.

Then came Adrian. He was so wonderful, so goofy, so handsome. Adrian had such a way of making you laugh, you always felt a familiar sense of comfort near him. He asked you out, and you accepted.

You and him have been through a lot, which made you more than grateful that he’s been with you for this long. He was so loving and gentle with you, something you longed for, something he longed for.

Adrian wanted someone to love, someone to show care for. Many people, including his parents, believed he couldn’t love due to his condition. That wasn’t true, he could love, and he could be loved.

Adrian was quick to gently put his arms around your form, it felt like you belonged in his arms. He kissed your head as you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck. He rested his head upon yours and you felt his hand in your hair.

It was so comforting, his hand in your hair, just rubbing, massaging your scalp with every movement he made. “I’m sorry.” he whispered into your ear, his voice was so soft, it sounded so smooth.

“For what?” you mumbled out. “That your job is sucks, that you had a bad day.” he blurted out, he genuinely felt so bad for you, he thought you deserved the world. You hugged him tighter, holding the back of his head, the feeling of his soft curls was like heaven.

“It’s okay, it’s not too bad.” you replied, rubbing circles onto his shoulder with your thumb. You could feel his hands gently rubbing up and down your back comfortingly. He let his hand rub up and down your spine, while his other massaged your waist.

He kissed your neck and you giggled, it tickled, his bit of stubble and soft lips against your skin, it was more than you could ever ask for. You were so comfortable, you felt so loved, so appreciated in his presence. There was no way you could ever find someone like him.

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wooo this felt kinda corny but it stemmed from the thought of “what if, in fanfics, the writer was really detailed about emotions and touch” so this was my interpretation of that ig

[sillywilly]

ok i got an idea while watching the first spider-man movie lolol

Vigilante x Male Reader

a crime

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You held the cold gun nervously in your pocket. You had just lost your job and couldn’t scrape up enough money to be able to feed yourself.

The plan was to go into the gas station, point the gun at the cashier, ask for the money, then take whatever food you wanted. Little did you know, a certain vigilante was out tonight, looking specifically for people like you.

Your footsteps felt heavy as you walked through the door, the sweat already forming on your forehead. You took a breath, and then switched into a more dominant facade.

“Take all the money out of the register! Now!” you exclaimed, pointing the gun at the cashier. Several people in the store rushed out the front door, none interested in getting involved.

You quickly ran into an aisle and grabbed everything in sight, swiftly throwing whatever into your backpack. Once you had what looked like enough, you looked back at the cashier.

“Give me the money!” A gun being pointed in the cashiers face was enough convincing. You shoved the stacks of cash in your bag and threw it over your shoulder, quickly exiting the building and running down the sidewalk. After a bit of running, you quickly turned into a dark ally.

Whilst hiding behind a dumpster, you heard a voice. “Dude? C‘mon man that was pathetic.” You peeked over the dumpster to see a large figure in a armored suit.

You slowly took your bag off your shoulder and placed it onto the ground quietly. The man in the suit kept walking down the ally until you jumped out from your hiding spot, knocking him to the ground.

You punched him in the face and heard him groan before grabbing both of your wrists and flipping you over. He pinned your arms above your head and began to grab a knife from the holster on his waist.

You took your chance to bring your legs up to your chest and kick him off of you. You rolled over and swiftly picked yourself up off the ground. He stood up and looked at you.

“Not cool, man.” He said in annoyance as he swung towards you. You met his fist with a skilled block and sent a punch towards him. It hit with a satisfying crack to his red visor.

He let out a growl and punched you right in the face. Doubling down, you caught yourself against a wall, as you were about to collect yourself, he grabbed your arm and twisted it behind you, pinning you against the wall.

You felt a knife to your throat, if you were sweating before, you were soaking now. His body was pressed against yours from behind, you found it a little erotic but you were in a life or death situation.

“Jesus fuck dude please! Please don’t hurt me!” you said in fear, the shakiness of your voice made the man behind you chuckle. “Oh? Begging? I’ve never heard someone beg for their life before. Usually because they’re already dead before they can.”

The masked man whispered the last part, right in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You felt the knife graze over your neck, you let out a whimper.

“I’m sorry please man, just let me go!” you struggled out. You could feel yourself shaking with terror, you just wanted to go home, get outta here, with or without what you stole.

“I don’t know…” the man replied, flipping you over and still holding you to the wall. The knife at your throat had never felt closer, neither did the man as he quickly disregarded your personal space.

“Should I? Would you be a good boy?” You could tell the man could see right through you, making you feel embarrassed.

“I promise I promise I won’t do this again! Please just let me go home! It was a bad decision!” You we’re getting angry now, this man was just playing with you, it made you feel like his prey and he was the predator.

The man looked you up and down, before muttering an “Alright.” You thought you were home free before a stinging pain came from the back of your neck, the man had snuck his hand back there while you weren’t paying attention.

You fell, writhing on the ground, holding your neck in pain, then looked up at the masked man. His body language seemed amused, he giggled while holding a syringe type device.

“If you will truly live up to what you just said, this tracker in your neck should show me your location as soon as you make another ‘bad decision’ like this one.”

The armored man sounded giddy, as if this was fun for him. He could see the snarl on your face and bent down to cup your cheek. “Best to stay out of trouble, hm?” He ruffled your hair as he walked off.

“What the hell…” you picked yourself up, grabbed your bag, and continued your journey home.

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zamn!!! this was a weird idea, couldn’t really figure out how to end it but i hoped u guys found it interesting ig

[sillywilly]

Can you do an adrian x male reader, where they both have no filter, and literally just say anything that comes to their mind, like adrian wants to do the deed, he will just outright ask the reader, same goes for reader.

I think that would be funny.

omg ok

that sounds rlly funny LOL

Vigilante x Male Reader

no filter lol

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“Wanna fuck?”

No words could describe the shock you just felt. You stared at him with your mouth open and then started giggling.

“What?” You kept laughing and he flashed you a goofy smile. The two boys were sitting at a table in the break room of the diner, it was a late night and they were both ready to just go home and rest after the long shift they shared.

“I said what I said” He shrugged, still holding the same silly grin. “I mean, if you want?” you replied laughing.

“I’ve never really fucked a guy before really,” you continued, “but you seem pretty fuckable I guess.” Adrian burst out laughing at your comment.

“You think I’m fuckable?” he struggled the words out through his laughter. All that could be heard were the giggles of the two boys.

“Yeahhh man, put you in some high socks and panties and there we go!”you replied jokingly. Adrian had to take a moment to catch his breath. You took your hand and put it on his, trying to stifle your laughter for your joke.

“I bet that ass‘ll feel like a stress ball.” You quickly removed your hand only for Adrian to grab it again. “My ass?! Have you seen yours? That motherfucker looks delectable.”

Adrian held your hand tighter as you were practically yelling with laughter. “You deserve a reward for the fattest ass of the century, hot damn!” Adrian joked.

The laughter from the two of you had died down and you were still holding hands. Soon enough, you mustered up the courage to ask

“For real though?”

“I’m down.”

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i hope this was good i think it’s a bit funnee

[sillywilly]

"For once in your life, do what you want! Be selfish!" vigilante x male reader takes place during episode seven when vigilante is about to sacrifice himself and reader gets upset at him.

zamn!! go off sounds interesting

is this like the part where he gets out the van to go beat up white dragon

i sure hope so lolol

Vigilante x Male reader

“For once in your life, do what you want! Be selfish!”

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The sound of the blast was so loud, too loud. Your ears were ringing as you slowly stood up from being thrown against the van wall by the blast. You turned to see Chris and Economos attempting to drag you out of the slashed side of the van. “What about Vigilante?!” you asked with a sudden wave of concern as you regained your memory and realized what had happened. As you attempted to turn around and run towards Vigilantes direction, Chris stopped you. “(Y/n) we can’t! We have to go, they’ll be back up any second now, and after us.” The look on his face was enough to persuade you. You knew the dangers that were soon to come, Adrian was smart..sometimes, he would be okay, right? You sighed and left the van with them through the woods. As you were running you thought back to what happened before the grenade went off. “For once in your life, do what you want! Be selfish!” You couldn’t tell his facial expression due to the mask. The tone in his voice sounded so… genuine. You had never heard him with so much care in his voice, it was so unlike him. He knows you so well, doesn’t he? You should’ve gone and tried to help him, instead of just following along with the other two. If those were his supposed “last words” they were towards you, and that meant more than the world to you. Soon later, after witnessing a wicked fight between Chris and raccoon, you all found a car. What a pleasant and relieving surprise is was to you when you heard Chris call Adrian’s name. Your attention was drawn and you saw a passed out vigilante in the drivers seat of the car. He didn’t look good by any means, but you were so glad he was alright. Chris pushed him over into the passenger seat as you climbed into the backseat next to a very irritated Economos. “Oh my god I thought you died jesus christ dude!” You exclaimed as soon as you properly got in the vehicle. “Me too!” Adrian joked, trying to make light of the current situation. You sat in the comfort of the rock music as Chris drove you all down the road. Soon, Adrian had turned around to face you in the backseat, “I meant it, you know.” You looked over from the window you were peacefully gazing out of. “Oh, I um..thank you.” you replied, remembering what he was talking about. He turned back around and squirmed his arm behind the seat. He made a sort of grab gesture toward you, “What’re you doing?” you asked. “Hold my hand for a sec.” he replied. You did as he asked and held his gloved hand, feeling the roughness of the blast that had broken through the fabric. “I hope you’re okay.” Adrian said, making you feel confused, but touched. He had never acted this way before, but he was always some form of considerate towards you, and you always showed great gratitude for having him.

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oo is this good can i get an opinion LMAO hope u liked it, i haven’t written anything in years lmao, also hope i understood ur request correctly LMAOOO if not i hope you liked this anyways :)

[sillywilly]

what if i wrote my OWN Vigilante x MALE READER fics instead of constantly requesting others 4 male reader bc there r literally so few

now i haven’t written a fic in so long BUT i am STARVED

anyways requests r open lolol go off baes