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exhaslo · 8 months

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Corruption Ch8

(Villain!Miguel x F!Hero!Reader)

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5, Ch6, Ch7

Warning: Minors DNI, smut, fingering, doctor play?? grinding, mentions of sex, violence, blood, murder, twisted thoughts, experimentation, language, wannabe fluff, established friendship?

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Three months, Eight Days until D-Day

Today was finally the moment Miguel's been waiting for. The day that got you on your nerves. Today, was the day of the health examinations. To be precise, your full body examine given by none other than Miguel.

You were currently in your office, mentally preparing yourself. You could feel your nerves getting the better of you. You had been telling yourself about this for weeks now. Not even your hardest fights got you this nervous.

Recalling your last few weeks, you let out a grunt before sitting on your chair. You hate to admit it, but you took Miguel's advice. This super hero stuff was new to you and because of it, you kept getting injured.

Slowly, but surely, you were letting the Public Eye do their job and protect the people from the small issues. You just took on the villains and other high risk problems. It felt wrong, but nothing bad was happening to anyone.

"(Y/N), it's time. Please head to the twelfth floor for your examination. Miguel has a private room for the two of you." Lyla chirped as she appeared before you, "Do you still need that relaxing sedative?"

"Um, y-yea. Lyla, does...does Miguel know what he's doing."

"Yep. I made sure he studied hard for this," She teased, appearing by your door, "Let's go before you're late."

"Yes."

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Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose as he waited for you to arrive. Everything he needed was set up for him by the doctors he hired. You were just a few minutes from giving him everything he wanted. Miguel was going to enjoy this.

"S-Sorry I'm late, Miguel...I-I...I'm just nervous." You said, biting your lower lip as you tried to calm down. Miguel resisted a chuckle, finding you quite amusing,

"Well, relax. We're going to start with the normal stuff. Empty your pockets and step on the scale."

"Um, don't judge me...Okay?" You huffed, taking your shoes off and getting on the scale. Miguel raised a brow as typed on his tablet,

"For what? Your weight is below average. You need to eat more."

"I said no judging."

"I'm just stating facts," Miguel said.

You needed to gain more weight if you were going to produce the perfect child. If this was about you thinking that you were fat, then Miguel was going to have to convince you otherwise. Having you sit on the chair, Miguel took your blood pressure first. After that, he went to one of the main courses-your blood.

"Remember, after we take your blood, you're going to feel really dizzy from the relaxing sedative I give you. When you come to, don't push yourself." Miguel warned as he watched your blood drip into the bag.

"I know," You muttered, "Just don't bully me too much, okay?" You asked with a huff.

Miguel just smiled towards you, more focused on your blood. He was being a little greedy and taking a whole ounce from you. This was for the sake of helping you. Miguel was going to make himself into a superior being just like you.

For the sake of his experiments.

Once the blood was drawn, Miguel gave you a minute to relax. He checked your ears, eyes and mouth before giving you the drug. Once you took it, he waited a few minutes for it to kick in. Your body soon started to slump and you wavered in place.

"How's my good girl?" Miguel whispered with a hum, lifting your chin.

"Beeeetter," You slurred, smiling sheepishly.

Miguel couldn't hold back his laughter. He had you where he wanted you. The drug included a little truth serum along with a touch of the same drug that made people high. Taking your robe off, Miguel inhaled deeply at the sight of you. Your body seemed like it was glistering. Tossing the robe aside, Miguel first grabbed your arms, stroking down to your wrists.

"(Y/n), my dear (Y/n), how did you get your powers?" Miguel asked sweetly, watching you shudder,

"Mhm, I got bit....by your radioactive spider," You cooed, leaning towards him, "Mig, be careful~"

"Why?" Miguel smirked at how woozy you were.

"I can shoot webssss~" You giggled.

Miguel raised a brow in awe as he pressed against your wrist, watching the organic webbing shoot. He gasped in awe, eyes sparkling as he did it once more. This was fantastic! You were Miguel's little toy until that drug wore off.

Miguel had exactly one hour to ask you whatever he wanted. To do whatever he wanted to you. Wanting to return to your webbing later, Miguel hummed as he continued his examination. He still had to give you something professional by the end of his.

"(Y/n), why didn't you tell me about this?" He asked softly against your ear.

"I....was afraid that I'll be your next experiment." You whimpered, leaning against Miguel's chest, "I don't want to be cut up."

Miguel felt your body tremble as his hands massaged and examined your breasts for any lumps. His head was against your shoulder, just listening to your sweet, soft whines. Cut up? Oh how wrong you were. Miguel wasn't going to kill you like the others.

He had bigger plans for you.

Miguel grunted lowly as you squirmed against him. Moving away from you as he felt something stir within him, Miguel continued with the examination. He tested your reflexes while telling himself to focus on the main task.

"Did gaining these powers affect any part of your body?" Miguel asked, propping your legs up and removing your panties.

"I can shoot webs~ and stick to walls~" You cooed, giggling lowly. Miguel glanced at you,

"When was your last period?"

"Last week~"

"Still a virgin?" Miguel typed on his tablet.

"Yep. Waiting for you~ Migueeeeeel, I love youuuuu~" You cooed, holding you arms out. Miguel placed his tablet down before washing his hands, "I love you so much!"

"I know, (Y/N). I know," Miguel hummed as he put his gloves on, "I made sure you stayed single, my dear (Y/N). No one is allowed to have you now. Not when you are so, so special."

"Ah~ M-Miguel...d-don't-"

"Shh, the doctor is working," Miguel chuckled.

He wasn't exactly lying. Miguel was performing a full body examination of every part of your body. Spreading your folds, Miguel just scoffed. You were nervous about this part. Your pussy was just dripping for his attention.

It was a shame you weren't going to remember this. Sliding his finger inside your hole, Miguel inhaled to the sounds of your whines. He was just testing for any strange lumps, but this was nice. This stirred that same feeling he tried to ignore.

"Mig~" You whimpered.

Miguel wiggled his finger around, watching you squirm and whine. This was new. A different kind of experiment. Miguel wanted to see what would make you cum. He had watched you do it yourself enough times, how hard could it be?

Inserting another finger, Miguel hovered over you as you reached out for him. His attention was towards your face as you moaned against his touch. His fingers pumping deep inside of you with each thrust. Miguel felt his chest grow heavy as he felt eager for more.

"Why'd you become a hero, (Y/N)?"

"I-I wanted, ah~ t-to save you~!" You moaned. Miguel chuckled darkly as he curled his fingers,

"Save me from what? I think you're the one who needs saving."

Miguel inhaled deeply as you cam against his gloved fingers. Your breathing heavy as you calmed down from your high. Miguel removed his fingers and threw out his gloves before returning to you. Oh how delicious this was.

"Would you do anything for me? Because you love me?"

"Yes,"

"Even be my little trophy, waiting for me to come home and test your stamina?" Miguel's smile turned wicked as he hovered over you again, his pupils blown as he gave you a crazed look, "As I take over the city as the new powered individual, while you wait at home pregnant with the future of humanity?!"

"Mhm,"

Miguel grabbed your cheeks, forcing you to look into his insane looking eyes.

"Answer me, (Y/N), will you be my good girl and do whatever I say?"

"Yes."

Miguel broke into a fit of laughter as he stepped away from you. He leaned against the wall, covering his face as his laughter turned sadistic and cruel. Oh how delicious this was. How perfect you were for him.

Nueva York's precious Spider-Woman was being tainted. Miguel was going to turn you into his personal trophy. Now that he had your blood, Miguel was going to fix himself. He was going to rule over this city with you as his little obedient wife.

"Oh, (Y/N), you drive me insane." Miguel hummed, "Is it hard to keep your secret from me?"

"Yes. Sometimes it feels like you like Spider-Woman more than me,"

Miguel raised a brow as he put your panties back on. You looked like you were about to cry. Rolling his eyes, Miguel went to put your clothes back on.

"Before I knew it was you, I did find Spider-Woman more interesting; however, you were always in my line of interest," Miguel sighed, knowing damn well you weren't going to remember this, "But you were always mine."

"Miggy," You whined.

Miguel felt a shiver run down his spine as you called him that. Grunting lowly, Miguel set up his work and grabbed your wrist. He cussed lowly and had you sit on his lap, your chest against his chest so that he could work.

"Miggy~"

"Stop talking, (Y/N), I need to take notes of everything," Miguel grumbled as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I like this~ So warm~ I love you~"

Miguel grunted once more, finding it hard to concentrate. You were squirming against his lap, breathing softly against his ear. That eerie feeling in his chest return as he felt the urge to do something he had never thought of before.

"Miggy~"

"¡Maldita sea, no puedo follarte hasta que sea como tú! (Dammit, I can't fuck you until I become like you!)" He cussed out in Spanish, which was rare and only when he was really frustrated.

Realizing what he just admitted, Miguel cussed lowly once more. You were really testing him. Miguel had to behave. He couldn't risk his plan by giving in now. Shit, just the thought seemed so ridiculous. This was going to be Miguel's secret.

He was never going to let you know about this weakness in him. No one was going to ever know about this.

"I'm sorry, Miguel," You whispered, apologizing against his ear.

Miguel lazily glanced at you, wondering if you could ease his harden erection. It would be taking advantage of you for sure, but you would still do it. Wrapping his arms around your waist, Miguel just decided to grind his erection against your cunt.

"Miggy~"

"(Y/n), my little stress reliever," Miguel hummed as he took his dick out, rubbing it directly against your panties, "Who is your toughest villain?"

"Ah~ Uh, mhm~"

Miguel chuckled as you shook against his body, moving your hips against his. Your panties getting wetter as Miguel pressed himself against you more.

"D-Doc...O-Ock was ah~ h-hard...H-He hurt me, mhm~ r-really bad, but...you took care of me~" You moaned. Miguel grunted lowly as he felt your body shake from cumming again,

"Wrong answer," He muttered, groaning as he coated your panties white, "It's me."

Finally feeling some relief, Miguel cleaned himself up then you. He didn't want to hear any questions or concerns from you. Placing you back against his lap, Miguel continued to do his work on the computer.

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You whimpered lowly, feeling yourself come back to your senses. As you started to waver back into realty, you noticed that you were still in the doctor's office. Resting your head, you groaned softly as you tried to remember what happened.

Everything was a blur.

Turning your head to the side, you saw Miguel working intensely on something. His face just inches away from yours. Sinking that in, you gasped and went to jolt back, but Miguel grabbed you. He pulled you back into his lap, grunting angerily,

"Don't move. I'm focused," He spat.

"Miguel? Why am I-"

"Shh," He hissed.

You kept quiet, still feeling a bit woozy from the drug. Your body felt heavy and your vison was spinning. Relaxing against Miguel, you hummed quietly, enjoying this moment. You felt your eye lids slowly close.

"Tch, it's as if they know I'll kill him." Miguel hissed harshly. You nuzzled into him, whimpering softly,

"Hm?"

"Someone's getting comfortable. Did you forget that I'm your boss?" Miguel huffed, leaning back and glancing towards you.

"Mhm, you said....not to move," You whispered. Miguel's hand rested against your head, sending a shiver down your spine,

"Because you're reacting poorly to the drug. I didn't expect your body to be so sensitive," Miguel hummed, smirking, "But, since you were such a good girl for me, I'll treat you to dinner. We have to get your blood cells pumping."

"I'd like that,"

Your smile grew wide as you stayed in Miguel's lap for a while longer. This was nice. Maybe, just maybe, you could try and ask him out for a proper date. With how Miguel has been lately, there might be a slither of a chance he says yes.

"Oh, and (Y/N)?"

"Yes, Miguel?"

"If you call me Miggy again, I'll have to punish you." Miguel said firmly.

Your face turned bright red as you apologized and buried your face into his shoulder. You had only called him that in your wet dreams. Now you were worried about what else you said while you were drugged. Hopefully nothing more than just the little nickname you called him.

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Miguel kept you on his lap for another hour or so. He quite enjoyed the thought of having the city's favorite super hero on his lap. It won't be long until he joined the game and turned this city into his playground.

A villain's playground.

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(Going on a short break, gotta finish Persona 3 Reload in time for Final Fantasy 7 Rebirth!)

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save-the-villainous-cat · 2 years

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very soft soft hero x villain fluff to celebrate the valentines day? (dont hurry on it tho, its lowkey my fault for sending this ask 12 minutes before valentines day ends sooo)

“You alright?”

The darkness wasn’t exactly comforting. Waking up drenched in sweat wasn’t either.

The villain groaned and turned around, the old bedframe screaming under their weight. Nightmares were something they were used to but the reassuring words the hero offered were something darkly unknown they had yet to conquer.

They had never understood why talking about it would help. But…sometimes it did.

“Are you okay?” the villain asked, deflecting with care and skill. “Isn’t this boring you?”

Warm fingers snaked up their waist, finding halt right under their chest. The villain closed their eyes but it didn’t make a big difference, the curtain was killing every bit of light that wanted to come into their bedroom.

“It’s 3pm, love. You missed lunch,” the hero whispered. The villain heard them move, felt them twisting under the blanket, felt the hint of their breath on their nose.

“You don’t have to do this every time,” the villain said. It wasn’t easy to find the hero’s face in the dark, so they were careful with their fingers. Once they felt the familiar curve of their jaw brushing their skin, they relaxed instinctively.

“But I want to.”

“Listen…fuck, I don’t wanna distract you from work.”

“Work can wait.” The hero moved again. This time, their knee found the villain’s hip, giving them the opportunity to pull themselves on top of them. Seeing right through them, the villain grabbed their thigh and pushed them until the hero was lying on them with their full body mass.

Like a weighted blanket.

The villain breathed in and out, completely and utterly satisfied. The hero wasn’t as heavy as they were but being crushed by something felt very nice every once in a while.

“I’m sorry I’m always staying out for so long,” they whispered.

“It’s okay,” the hero said. “Your decision.”

“I know but…I sleep all day and you miss out on all that stuff when you sleep with me.”

“Has it ever occurred to you that I am not missing out on anything? You’re like the only loser I have left in my life.” Their lips brushed the villain’s tenderly. God, being wanted could hurt sometimes. And the villain didn’t even know why.

“You’re not very social, are you?” the villain asked and with every syllable, their lips touched more and more. It was heaven. It was warmth. Something so loving and honest, they weren’t sure if there could ever be a time after the hero.

“No.” The hero gave them a kiss, sweet and slow. “Too many people at work already. Don’t need more of them in my free time. God forbid they recognise me. Asking me to bless their babies or something.”

“Well, you’re a modern saint, are you not?” The villain’s hand followed their spine across the hero’s shirt. Once they were at the bottom, they slipped their hand under it and followed the same path up again.

“Ugh, maybe. I like helping people but…” They buried their face in the villain’s neck, breathing heavily and hell, it made the villain feel good. Affection and desire wasn’t strange to them but being the object of the hero’s affection and desire…they had never wanted something so badly.

“But what?” The villain was sure they could hear the smile in their voice, despite hiding their face.

“…but I’m starting to like you more,” the hero confessed.

Weirdly, the villain didn’t think about using this as an advantage at first. No, their first thought was I could stay with you here forever.

#!!!#before I forget this and it ends up rotting in my askbox!!!#will they get together? will they die? we may never know #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #fluff

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talesofurbania · 9 months

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hii! do u write polyam stuff by any chance? 👉👈

if u do could ya write a fluffy (i really love fluff 😭) hero x villain x supervillain fic? super fluffy if u dont mind? :>

if u dont then no worries n just ignore this ask or smth ajdkskdjf

ur writing is really good <3

Thanks anon! I hope you enjoy the fluff!

LAZY MORNINGS

Villain woke to a pair of lips pressed softly against their cheek. They failed to stop a grin from spreading across their face and opened their eyes to see their lover hovering above them, like an eager child peering at their parents on Christmas morning.

‘You’re finally awake!’ Hero laughed, swooping down for another kiss which Villain eagerly returned.

‘Hello darling,’ they said, voice still husky with sleep, as they pulled themselves from the warm cocoon of blankets and melted into Hero’s equally cosy embrace.

‘You came in late last night,’ Hero murmured, nuzzling into Villain’s neck. ‘I fell asleep.’

Villain hummed at Hero’s soft touches. ‘Apology accepted.’ Hero giggled.

‘What, no hugs for me?’ A new voice broke in.

Villain turned to see Supervillain leaning against the bedroom doorway, wearing a pink apron bearing the words ‘Hot Stuff Coming Through’ over their striped pyjamas.

‘Only because you’re making breakfast,’ Villain teased, clambering out of bed to peck Supervillain on the lips.

‘I see how it is,’ Supervillain dramatically clutched their chest. ‘After three years, you’ve finally picked your favourite spouse - and it’s not me.’

‘Nope!’ Villain stuck their tongue out and followed the smell of coffee to the kitchen, Hero and Supervillain bickering and laughing behind them.

The three of them settled into their routine - Hero perched on a barstool with the daily puzzles after relinquishing the actual news articles to Supervillain, Villain leaning against the countertop, sipping from their mug while fiddling with the radio.

Golden morning light beamed through the windows, illuminating the verdant plants on the windowsill, the wooden floor and pooling in the living room beyond. It gilded Hero’s curls, danced around their slender fingers curled around a pencil, and turned Supervillain’s eyes molten and rich. Villain relaxed, feeling a blooming warmth spread through them that had nothing to do with the sun or their hot coffee.

Lazy mornings were the best.

#my writing #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #hero x villain #villain x supervillain #poly #fluff #snippet #hero x villain x supervillain #not a prompt #writeblr

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vimara00 · 2 years

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just passing by, what if our dearest darling reader finally got to escape from the hold of the "bad" yandere men but you know, felt life is a little lacking without her yandere shigaraki and finally understood why she should had just stayed with him instead of trying to refuse plus she knows that shigaraki loves her and he is alone so she worries for him so... now reader will have to crawl back from where she came from explain it to him and tell him how much she love him.

I didn't know you were from Argentina that's amazing

- Anon 04-04

Yandere Shigaraki x Reader

Hi everyone, it's Vi! ✨ I received this request from an anon and thought it was a great idea to write about it! Thanks anon for requesting 💕 Hope you enjoy! ❤️ (Again, sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)

All characters reservations to Horikoshi

Warnings: Yandere content and fluff?

It's been three months since I ran away from Shigaraki's hold. I had been with him for seven months till I saw the chance to scape when the league had a meeting with other villains. At first I thought that I could go back to my old life but the chances of Shigaraki finding me again were too high so I moved to another city and kept a low profile. I didn't asked for the heroes' help as I knew the villain would killed them if I did.

The fist week I enjoyed my freedom to the fullest; I went to the park for walks, went to the cinema or to eat alone at restaurants. However, there were times where I found myself thinking "He would've enjoyed this movie" or "He would've loved this certain place" and, as the days passed, it felt strange not to have him around. On Fridays, we would order take out and watch romantic animes he didn't like but watched just because I liked it and I would end up falling asleep on his arms. Since escaping, I couldn't fall asleep without him so, in order to sleep, all I could do was grabbing a pillow and pretending it was him who I was spooning. Also, every morning I would prepared breakfast for two without realising and a sense of sadness would invaded me each time. I didn't know what to do anymore as I find everything boring; Was life before him this dull? Could it be that he made my days more interesting? It made me really angry that I missed him more every day after hoping to scape from his place for seven months and thinking about going back to his arms made me feel some kind of relieved. However, I stopped those thoughts before I grabbed my keys and leave because It probably was the stockholm syndrome talking and definitely not her being in love with him.

On particular day, I went to the store to buy something to eat and the cashier asked me out. I felt so lonely without Shigaraki that I thought it was a good idea to try to move on and find a reason to stay. So the next day, he took me to an arcade where he tried to win all the stuff animals but couldn't get any and we had ice cream sat on a bench while looking at the stars. It was supposed to be a romantic and intimate moment but, with all honesty, all I could think was how my Shiggy would've won all the prizes just for me and how I really wished it was him next to me watching the sky and not this poor guy who has been talking for fifteen minutes but I wasn't listening. He even took my hand on the way home but it wasn't the same; It wasn't Tomura's rough hand grabbing mine delicately with his pinky finger lift to not decay me. It weren't his lips whose kissed my cheek because if it were his, my cheeks would be blushing like they always do when he kisses me. I entered my house (it didn't felt right to call it home without him in it), alone, and went to find an old Tomura's t shirt (the one I scaped with on) and cry with it in my bedroom floor. I was hard to admit that I missed him but even harder not to be with him. That night, I cryed myself to sleep

My final straw was when, the next morning, I saw on the news that the league's hideout had been attacked by the heroes and apparently, Shigaraki had fought with them but his whereas remain unknown. Tears where rolling down my face without realising. I was so worried yet so scared that something bad had happened to him and I wasn't by his side. What if he died believing I didn't loved him and that I left him for it? I won't be able to live with that thought. I had to find him and make sure he was alright. I needed to tell him what I felt before it was too late.

It was hard to find their location but thanks to Toga answering my phone call, I did. I stood at the door unable to move as my thoughts were running wild and field me with insecurity. What if it was too late and he doesn't love me anymore? What if he is mad at me and wants revenge? Would he want to take me back after all this time? But all of it was interrupted as I was already opening the door. Some of the league members that had survive were hiding here and once I entered, everything got quiet. Horrified looks from everyone in the room but I'm only looking at him (Sorry, I had to put this phrase from Taylor's song hehe), he looked like he haven't been sleeping or eating at all and had many new scars. His eyes were locked in mines and he told everyone to get lost as he needed privacy. The room was silent again and before he could say anything, I said " I know you are probably mad at me and don't want to see me anymore but hear me out first. I need to tell you the truth! All this months I thought I wanted my old life back and that I missed it but once I got it, it was not what I was expecting because I felt that something was missing and that something was you. At first, I didn't want to admit that I cared about you but I realized that life without you had not meaning and if to have freedom I need to be away from you, then I don't want it. I want to be with you but not obliged this time, I want to do it because I love you" At this point my face was on fire and my eyes field with tears but so were Tomura's. He hugged me tight as if he was scared that I would disappear again, kissed my temple and whispered "I was so scared, thought you wouldn't come back to me. I know I'm not the best with words and defenitly not with emotions, but I want to say that I love you and I promise to never let go of you. I promise I'll protect you and to make you happy, just please stay with me" his voice break at the end as he cupped my cheeks tenderly and kissed me with so much love and affection. We stayed hugging each other for a while as I said "I would never leave you ever again"

While you thought you were so capable of scaping and "hiding" from him, he had already known your new location and even had cameras inside your new apartment. He had people following you, telling him what you were doing and remember the guy you went on a date with? Well, he has vanished from earth, Shigaraki made sure of it. He have you time to realised how much you need him and if you happened to enjoy your life without, he would've made sure you never see the sunlight as he'll keep you locked in his room. But you'll never know any of that.

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keiskake · 2 years

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reminisce the crimson bird (chapter one - hawks)

takami keigo x quirkless f!reader (au chilhood friends // characters are aged up 21+)

warnings ~ mentions of domestic abuse, trauma, scars/bruises, swearing, financial struggles, spoilers about hawks’ backstory from the anime

some fluff, like very little

wordcount ~1.065k

summary ~ you and takami keigo grew up together in a shitty hut with terrible parents. he disappeared one day when you were 6, but he never left your mind. the heavens entwine your destinies together, but it’s not a smooth journey you soon figure out.

a/n ~ this is my first time writing a series, super excited. there’s no schedule for when later chapters will come out, but i will try for one chapter minimum a week alongside other smaller stuff. again, there are spoilers mentioned about hawk’s past so you have been warned. thank you for reading, reblogs + likes are always appreciated.

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nights like these make you reminisce.

city lights gleaming through the dark blanket, a cold breeze that flew threw your hair and the sound of bustling streets. it was what you were used to. it was home. your parents wasn’t what made “home” for you. it was the boy who lived in the same shitty hut as you. the boy with soft, crimson wings, and a gentle smile that hid his pain. the boy who always held your hand wherever you two went. the one who was by your side.

keigo. kei was his name. his father was a serial robber and murderer. he was always on the run from the police and heroes, dragging his family along with him. your father was his accomplice, and in order to hide themselves they put their families in a brittle hut which barely held the 6 of you. both mothers were full of fear and panic, while the fathers were full of malice and evil. you only had each other, but that was all you needed.

it was you and kei against the world. you were told strictly not to leave the house, either of you. so most days were spent playing in the one bedroom in the house or watching the tv when it occasionally turned on. keigo wanted to be a hero, it was all he dreamed of. he told you every night that he wanted to make a better place for us, to make his mother feel safe and for us to live a life of freedom. he admired all might and endeavour. you admired him.

the hope you both held wasn’t enough to ignore the pain that echoed in that house. the beatings of you and kei happened more than regularly, being told off for leaving the house or simply being born. the scars and bruises you were painted with were a reminder of your imprisonment as the child of a villain. it daunted you two. how could the children of villains be heroes? how could the children of villains be free?

there was a time that you and kei were happy. few times, but precious times. kei was agitated staying at home all the time at the command of his father, so he begged his mother to take us outside. she was reluctant, knowing the grave consequences that it could bring. but she couldn't bear the whining kei gave her for a whole hour. so she snuck us out to the supermarket, it was as good as an amusement park to the both of us. we walked down aisles, hand in hand, admiring every item on the shelf in every aisle. kei pulled me over to the cart of plushies by the wall, pointing at the all might plushies. he looked at his mother, eyes pleading for one.

“we can get endeavour, all might is too expensive” she murmured, picking up two 500 yen endeavour dolls and giving it to kei. his eyes beamed, the same way they did whilst watching heroes fight on the tv. he smiled and gave one to you, a matching one. it was the only toy you and kei had every gotten. when you two arrived home, you played heroes and villain. it was a magical afternoon full of bliss and innocence. as you played joyfully, the sky turned dark and the city lights illuminated the dark blue sky. you both sat on the grass, losing yourselves in the beautiful evening. he nudged your shoulder gently and placed his hand out in front of you, opened and flat. in his palm was a hair clip made of his feathers. crimson red, your favourite colour. you thanked him, eyes glistening like stars in the night sky and slipping the clip on the side of your hair. and that was the last happy memory you could recall.

your father had finally been caught. you and your mother were running, trying to disconnect yourself from your father’s crimes. pants of breathlessness and fear suffocated the air around you two. you spent hours huddled in a bush, waiting for the area to clear from police and heroes. when the commotion was over your mother dragged you back to the hut, but he was gone. everyone was gone. you searched every nook and cranny for kei. calling out his name, running up and down the hallway, tears unravelling from the uncertainty of kei’s whereabouts.

where were you kei?

you and your mother struggled to make ends meet. you never knew when the next meal was or if you’d still have electricity that day. she juggled three jobs to put you through school. it was her way of apologising for your early childhood, but she knew that every time you looked at that endeavour plushie you thought of him. the only friend you ever knew.

despite your rough start in life, you came out pretty decent. finished school with flying colours and secured a job to help support you and your mother. you worked at a little café on the side of a busy main road, making drinks and serving cakes and sandwiches. you were a little social butterfly, so the job was made for you. you knew how to make a customers day, giving a bright smile, remembering regular drink orders or even cracking a joke. you wanted forgive and forget. you wanted to start a new chapter. but you couldn’t.

you never fail to think about kei. every night an ocean of questions crashed your mind disrupting your sleep. what happened to him? where did he go? did he get caught with his father? is he alive? if he’s out there does he remember you, is he looking for you? your heart ached, knowing that void would never be filled until kei came back into your life or his disappearance was covered in the news.

you stare out the window. car lights flashing, city buildings shining from a distance and the moon watching over you. maybe it was watching over kei. and if it was, you prayed it was protecting him and keeping him safe. another breeze flew in the crack of your window, brushing against your hair. you took out your crimson red feather clip, laid your head down and closed your eyes. hoping. hoping he was safe. hoping you’d meet once again.

i hope to see you again kei.

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devieuls · 2 years

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hello! i really like how you write for Keigo 😭

Im sorry but can i request Hawks with a smaller fem reader? maybe she has mouse quirk?

He really loves their size difference and the little prey and predator thing going on between them <3

Just some fluffy stuff about their daily life, and if you can maybe a bit of nsfw? 👉🏼👈🏼

Sorry if its too much! Love your blog!!

THE DAY OFF

Hawks x Fem Reader ¡smut!

Warning : nothing wrong at first, just sweet fluff and a little bit more spicy. Towards the end: a little more spicy

Synopsis : Your boyfriend after a week of tiring work needs to clear his mind and allow himself some time with you between sweet moments and… why not, maybe some attention a little more… intimate.

Length : 2.5k +

Note: Honey, don’t apologize, I’m also here for your requests! I left implied the height factor, you understand however that Hawks plays a lot on your difference.

I made the protagonist of the story a day of rest for Keigo and Reader, so I’m sorry I could not do many small macroscenes, I tried but the effect that came out wasn't really in my style. Moreover, the characterization of Hawks doesn't make me write totally innocent and only soft with the reader, especially in the home. I hope you like it anyway!

Thanks for the support and compliments!

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For many weeks your sweet boyfriend has been busy with work, between the new recruited helpers, his public appearances at the request of his agency and the hard work of hero n.2, you didn’t even have time to talk or do something together. You didn’t complain, you were also a hero, of much lower rank but always a hero, so you didn’t blame him if he was too exhausted to give you attention.

The night you spent the time to cuddle him and to make him feel your presence while he fell asleep slowly, you needed that little to be happy. See how his muscles relaxed under your touch, his wings letting go on the bed losing some plumes; his tired but serene face resting on your breast, while his arms wrapped around your body as if you could leave at any moment, whispering some sweet thanks before falling totally asleep.

The bad part came in the morning, when you woke up alone in bed with no trace of him, like a ghost only visiting you at night, of course, you knew he would come home every time but you missed his presence. When it was still No.3 you had more time to spend together, even short moments that lasted as long as a movie.

Fortunately Keigo had had three days of rest, a bit for the pressure made by the n.1 who saw him exhausted both by the association to which he replied, the winged hero would never take a day off, it was not in his nature to rest without reason, especially if he knew he was fundamental in the dynamics against villains. However, he accepted these days to recover and maybe give you some extra attention, knowing that he had really left gaps in your relationship.

That morning you woke up as always alone, it was habit by now, therefore you had not given weight to some feathers left on the bed or some objects of Keigo’s costume left around the room. You took a quick shower, washed your clothes, and put on one of Keigo’s hoodies to stay in, ready for breakfast and maybe a movie.

Your ears stood up when you heard some noises in the next room, knowing for a fact that there should have been no one in the house but you. You felt some chills as you took the wooden broom pole and walked towards the kitchen, knowing that the noise was coming from there. You tightened your grip just before entering and once you crossed the threshold you were more than ready to use the pole to attack the intruder.

Fortunately, it was just your boyfriend making breakfast, now looking at you with a confused expression.

< Woah Woah, angel I understand that I was very absent, but it is not a good reason to take me to poles > he said laughing while he turned the omelet and controlled the rice.

< No… it’s that you… I mean, I heard noises and… you’re never there in the morning, I didn’t expect… > you answered by putting the pole down and then approaching him.

< Didn’t you expect me to be home? I’m on forced rest or some shit like that, I don’t know. But I have more time to spend with a beautiful mouse > he walked away from the cooking area and approached you, taking you from your hips and landing on the part of the kitchen peninsula, making you shudder because of the cold marble against your bare legs. < Are you hungry princess? > he asked leaning on your neck, leaving some wet kiss.

You've bitten your lip feeling the little attentions of your boyfriend on your neck

< A little bit… since when do you cook anything other than fried chicken? > you asked laughing, leading the blond to detach from you and look into your eyes.

< You know, I have so many hidden talents, babybird. > said with a deeper tone than the previous, causing a senseless redness on your cheeks.

He smiled as you blushed and lowered himself between your legs, at the height of your intimacy making you suspect that he would go to tease you there and blushed more, the boy laughed and opened the scaffold that was under you, pulling out some bowls and plates. when he stood up again and laid the various ceramic plates, he felt your look burn on his bare back.

< What is it, princess? You thought I’d touch you there? > asked jokingly, knowing perfectly well that doing what he did would make you think of something else altogether.

< N-no! is that you stooped there and… fuck it, don’t do it anymore if then- > you stopped when the predatory look of Keigo was peering from head to toe, overtaking on your bare legs under his sweatshirt. He leaned on one of the shelves and bit his lip.

< "If then" what, birdie? if I don’t really do it? You know, my appetite has now changed tastes, I could eat my little y/n > he said to then indicate your legs < Especially if the dish is so well in sight > he concluded, approaching you again, putting his hands under his sweatshirt, immediately feeling the absence of panties. < How can I expect to eat anything else? > he asked as his thumbs caressed the point between the hip and the "V" of your intimacy, making you squeak.

< K-Keigo is burning something… > You said while holding a deep breath, and then release it when the blond walked away from you to turn the fried omelet on one side.

You stepped off the shelf and sat down in one of the peninsula’s stools that overlooked the open space of the living and dining room.

< The omelet is gone, there remains fish, rice and vegetables, I hope this suffices > he said while he was bringing on the table the various dishes and bowls, also retrieving some green tea and chopsticks to eat. < Princess, it’s ready, come and eat >

You nodded and then you reached him and you got your mouth watering < Wow, after this, we can get married > You said without thinking. Actually you weren’t the best cook, of course you could do something but Keigo… well he between the serving and the scent that left his food seemed almost a chef.

He laughed for the umpteenth time and moved your chair for you to sit. < As if you could decide otherwise, we’ll get married. > he said to serve you the various dishes and then sit in front of you.

You stepped off the shelf and sat down in one of the peninsula’s stools that overlooked the open space of the living and dining room.

He laughed for the umpteenth time and moved your chair for you to sit. < As if you could decide otherwise, we’ll get married. > he said to serve you the various dishes and then sit in front of you.

You spent the time of breakfast in peace between jokes and chatter, littleness that you missed to say the least, see him smile and tease you for your cute reactions made you feel good.

After washing the dishes you let yourself go on the sofa, to watch some movies and spend time pampering yourself. You found yourself lying on his chest as he gently stroked your back and played with your hair, sniffing it every now and then, enjoying your sweet scent. You hid the blush on his chest, trying to focus on the film you were supposed to watch together, but in half an hour of film you thought about how relaxing it was to be in that position with him expressing his affection without being a complete pervert.

He also left you sweet kisses blowing on your cheeks and your head, making you close your eyes and almost fall asleep for all that sweet attention, until you had to get up to go to the bathroom to do your business and maybe check if the washing machine full of your underwear had finished, so as not to remain in that condition with a perennial horny like Keigo. Not that you mind having sex with him again, on the contrary, it turns you on just the idea of being able to touch him again, feel him again…

After finishing in the bathroom and realizing that you still have all your underwear wet, you left the room and walked into the hallway to get back to your boyfriend. Suddenly you felt big warm hands, one covering your mouth and the other on your side, forcing you to back away, you felt the heart in a thousand and you tried to free yourself from the grip of the person, until he stuck you against the wall and began to kiss your neck with a certain fury. You gasped and sighed relieved as you recognized your boyfriend’s touch, letting yourself go to his attentions.

He smiled smugly at your reaction, carrying your arm behind your back and with the hand closing your mouth he did the same with the other arm.

< I need you to be a good girl. > He said with a deep, hoarse voice, giggling in the same tone, already making you feel wet between the legs. You nodded in response, biting your lip and sobbing when you felt his fingers playing under your sweatshirt. It was ridiculous how wet you were with so little, but you blamed it on the sex withdrawal that lasted for weeks.

He smiled smugly at your reaction, carrying your arm behind your back and with the hand closing your mouth he did the same with the other arm.

Only one of his hands remained to block your arms thanks to the wrists crossed, while his fingers caressed and followed the line that led to the center of your intimacy, making you squeak. You sighed heavily as he began rubbing his middle finger on your core, then descended towards your clitoris and began massaging it, switching with his thumb.

You slammed your head against the wall, biting your lip so hard that you broke it and spilled a trickle of blood that Keigo promptly licked while mumbling. A groan came out of your mouth, making you clench your fists and stick your nails in your palms, leaving small half moons on them. The blond smiled satisfied, pitting his erection against your stomach, making you feel how hard you had made him.

This was one of the things that Keigo loved most, your height so much lower than him, that he could make you feel his erection in that way or stand on top of you just like that, making you feel like a helpless little prey.

Keigo came to you with his fingers as easily as a knife cuts butter after being out of the fridge for hours. You dripped on his fingers and groaned obscenely against his ear, making him pant with pleasure, and then came out of you with a clean scissor kick. You left a small scream of frustration and he walked away from you, just enough to leave a small space for you to shoot but enough to look at you from above with that predatory look in the dim light, almost leaving that amber that he had in his eyes shine. < I want you to spread your legs on the bed right now. > He said in an authoritarian tone, observing how your legs were shaking for the previous stimulation. With a little heaviness you detached yourself from the wall and slowly walked, finding it behind you immediately after.

< Run, little mouse. > He growled against your ear, making you shudder and accelerate the pace, to get to the room < Run, because if I get to the room before you, I will make you scream so much that you will lose your voice. > He said to disappear into the dark.

You were almost tempted to be late and suffer the consequences, but you knew better not to play with fire, especially if the fire in question was a horny winged boy with so many perversions that BDSM could make a book about him. You stopped to think about the decision to be made but then you thought it was better not to disobey and arrive sooner.

Too bad that when you came to the room with your breath, there was your boyfriend on the doorjamb, with an annoyed look that turned to you, always predatory and that made you feel so small and insignificant.

< Too late, mouse. Take off your sweatshirt and get doggy on the bed, now. > his voice thundered in the empty room, making you tremble and nod. You felt like you were in a cage, you knew it wouldn’t go lightly, but maybe… you didn’t mind at all.

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I’ll leave the rest to your imagination. Don’t hate me, I have to let you imagine some perverted scenes with your favorite winged hero, I know you can make whole sagas with the mind films you make about him.

Don’t hate me for this choice, I’m sure you’ll like it, the anon asked me for some nsfw and I wrote some of it

- Mel

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k-marzolf · 1 year

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Monsters in the Dark #18

Dark themes, fluff, alcohol consumption, f/reader.

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

“You know I used to run around pretending to be married to Hades?” You asked Billy, taking a sip of your wine. It was the good stuff, the expensive Zinfandel that Billy knew you loved.

Billy looked over, fingers massaging your calves as you both enjoyed a Friday night together, and watching some action/adventure flick.

You weren’t sure what it was about anymore, too tipsy to care. And too focused on Billy’s touch. You had a one track mind when it came to him.

Something Billy was very aware of.

“Oh yeah?” He asked, sipping his beer.

You scooted closer, spilling your wine a little on your hand, as you giggled a little drunk, “I was obsessed with Greek mythology. My daddy had endless books on the subject. He was a professor. I often stole his books, and climbed my favorite tree and read. It made him mad.” You said, feeling bittersweet remembering your father. You loved him because he was still your father.

Billy’s fingers gripped your chin, noticing your faraway eyes, making you look at him; “You're stronger without him.” He said fiercely.

You smiled softly.

“Later on I became obsessed with villains like the Phantom from Phantom of the Opera, something my foster mother never understood. She said it was dangerous to love the darkness, that I was too soft. But I never cared for white knights. They bored me.” You explained.

Billy smiled, imagining little you running around fantasizing about Hades, stealing your father’s books, and hiding in trees.

“It reminds me of myself, I used to hide in little nooks and crannies reading westerns, and dreaming of being a cowboy. I remember fantasizin’ about rescuin’ the girl.” He told you. His memories were also tinged with bittersweetness.

“I became more of a villain than a hero.” Billy said, finishing off his beer. Maria would say he was an antihero, but sometimes Billy wasn’t so sure.

Because he had told himself you could never leave him, that he’d drag you back if he had to. It made him more of a villain than anything.

You grinned at him, “Billy is my Hades.” You admitted, taking another sip of wine.

Billy chuckled; “I’m your godly lover, huh?” He asked, pinching your cheek.

He could imagine Maria telling you he didn’t need his ego stroked.

You looked at him shyly, “Could I be your Persephone?” You asked, the alcohol making your mind feel warm and fuzzy.

Billy smiled wickedly, “Of course, baby. You’re the only goddess I want to worship.” He purred.

You gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek, “Love you, Bill. Thorns and all.”

Billy’s heart skipped a beat. He loved you, thorns and all, too.

#billy russo #billy russo x reader

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snowshowerwriting · 2 years

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I posted 239 times in 2022

That's 70 more posts than 2021!

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Hayloo!! Big fan of your blog here!💗💗

Just an idea that popped a while ago while I read this prompt! And I thought maybe you could continue it.. please?🥺 because it's really interesting!😊

maybe hero finds out that Villain is hurt and is a single father caring for his toddler daughter and so they help the villain care for his wounds and also parent the child in some way?

*cue in the hurt/comfort*

*fluff ensues in the process* while they bond over their fondness for the daughter or something along those lines?😅

I am so sorry if this is quite specific and confusing😭😭 You can go any way with this and it’s fine if this is not how you want the prompt to continue as a story!!☺

I hope you're doing well! and always take care of yourself!<33

THIS IS SO SWEET ANON WTFF. But no seriously that little short had always sorta stuck w me bc...idky? A villain parent working their ass off for providing for their child to at least give them something they didn't have just hits the emotions. That being said, I did cry while coming up concepts for this :')

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"What's two plus five?"

There was a moment of silence as the young child spent the next minute counting on her fingers. Villain followed along with his eyes until the kid lit up. "Seven!!" She announced.

Villain gave a proud smile, ruffling his daughter's hair. "That's right, Sophie. Good job, darling," he turned back to the book, pointing at the next set of questions. However, before he could help his daughter work through the questions, the doorbell rang. Villain looked up, eyeing the bedroom door. "Did you invite your friends today?" He asked, looking at Sophie. Her eyes lit up but shook her head.

Villain sighed and smiled at his daughter, pressing a small kiss to her forehead. "Can you work out the rest of the questions while daddy goes and see who's at the door?" He asked, running his hair through her dark locks. Sophie simply smiled and gave a thumbs-up, melting Villain's heart. He got up, groaning a little as his leg began aching again.

Despite the urge to just lay down and rest his sore body, Villain left the bedroom and closed the door firmly behind him before approaching the front door.

Almost as soon as he opened it, his heart dropped, and he swore he would've fallen over if it weren't for the way he leaned against the door. Hero's glowing face greeted him from the other side and Villain could feel his heart stopping.

"Would this be Civilian Name's residency?" Hero asked though Villain only stared, frozen in horror. There were no sounds for a moment, aside from the heart pounding in his chest with the adrenaline that flowed in his blood now. His fingers twitched at the doorknob before Villain rushed to slam it close.

A panicked breath left Villain when Hero had caught the door and pushed it back with surprising ease. "I know this is your apartment, Villain," Hero's voice sounded from beyond the door. With a small grunt, Hero pushed the door back until they could make it past the entryway. They reached down to the set of handcuffs that hung at their belt as Villain stumbled back, wincing as he put a little too much pressure on his healing leg.

"Not today, please." The plea came out of Villain's mouth before either of the two could really process what Villain had said.

"You should've thought about that before you decided to be a criminal," Hero replied, closing the door securely. The crime fighter took in the sight of Villain, taking note of how the other trembled and looked like an animal caught in a trap.

Hero frowned and took a few steps forwards, cornering Villain against the wall of the kitchen and the small hallway. "Hero, please, not today. I can't- I won't fight if you do it some other time. Just not today," Villain continued, trying to bite back the quiver in his voice. There was a pause from Hero, as they took in the teared up and trembling villain ahead of them.

"Papa! I did it!"

Both the adults looked away from eachother, to the voice of a child from the other end of the hallway, outside the kitchen. Hero's eyes widened, and Villain scrambled to stand between his daughter and his nemesis. Hero couldn't help but take notice of the true panic in Villain's eyes now, the shaky breaths he took. There was quiet between the two adults as the small girl looked between Hero and Villain.

"Did you call your work friend, papa?" Sophie asked, innocently walking behind her father and peeking out at Hero.

Before Villain could reply, Hero had spoken up. "Yeah, he did," Hero smiled, dropping down to their knees to Sophie's height.

Villain almost choked on air with how quickly Hero changed their behavior. "Your dad needs a little help with his homework, so I've come to visit him." Hero glanced up at the glassy-eyed villain. "Did I interrupt your homework time? Sorry."

"No, um, it's fine Hero," Villain finally spoke up. He did his best to try and quell the shaking in his voice and his hands. "Why don't you go draw, Sophie? Papa will be there in a little bit after talking with, uh," Villain paused, glancing at Hero. He didn't expect to see the sympathetic look on Hero's face.

As Sophie disappeared, Hero stood, looking at Villain. "Is that your kid?" They asked, much gentler than before. It had caught Villain off guard, and he took a few steps back. Hero glanced down at his leg, before looking up at the father, guilt resting on their expression now. "How old is she?"

Although reluctant to do so, Villain eased his stance. In the few years he had gotten to know Hero, he was sure the other wouldn't hurt any kid, whether it was a civilian's or a villain's. "She just turned 6," he replied quietly, trying to calm his breathing. Hero's gaze dropped down to the other's leg again, and the villain shifted underneath his nemesis's scrutinizing eyes.

"It's been a week and a half since the battle. Has your leg still not healed?" Hero asked. Villain couldn't believe it, but it was even softer than before. He almost sank to his knees and cried in relief. Sophie would be safe. They wouldn't do anything to him or to her.

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Villain stumbled back, holding his broken and bloody nose. His head rang with intense pain from the fight today. Villain leaned against the door of their cramped apartment, breathing heavily. It was past three am, at least that's what their clock said. He stumbled his way to the bathroom, grunting as he put too much pressure onto a strained leg. A sharp ache rose up against his calf, and it took the combined effort of biting his tongue and screwing his eyes shut to keep quiet.

Eventually, he made his way to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him, and pulling out the often used first aid, as well as spare clothes hidden in the cabinets. It took a while of biting back pain to change back into his home wear and applying ointments. Soft whimpers sounded from Villain as he reached up to feel the conditions of his nose.

However, a sudden knock startled him from the assessment of his injuries. "Papa?" a soft voice- the one of a toddler, spoke from behind the door. "Are you ok?"

119 notes - Posted May 18, 2022

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I know it's been MONTHS since @gingerly-writing has posted about captured royal/general/soldier content but um... can't help myself.

CW- Implied kidnapping

The soldier groaned, slumping further into himself as his consciousness returned. Everything felt like a mess- an ugly mess. His head was pounding still, though there were worse pains than that. There was a dull ache on his shoulder which quickly turned to throbbing pain. He groaned, leaning forwards and wanting to curl into himself. However, clinking chains prevented him from comfortably doing so.

"Lil' Princey is awake," a gruff baritone voice spoke from just out of the soldier's vision. There was a dreadful familiarity to the tone of voice, and the soldier looked up at last. A small whimper slipped past him, as his memories returned.

This wasn't where he was supposed to be. Last he recalled was a desperate fight to hold back the fortress he was to protect. The Prince had ordered a retreat, and there were these damned pirates. He was supposed to stay back until everyone had retreated. The soldier took in a shaky breath, looking around his surroundings. This isn't the fortress, this is a cell.

At that realization, his heart dropped to his stomach. He was on the pirate's ship, wasn't he? There was a gentle sway underneath him that the soldier at first didn't register. Not until he came to the terms he was captured during the fight and in the brigs of some nasty ship.

The voice from before chuckled, watching as the soldier pieced the story together. "There ya go." The voice grew louder as heavy footfalls approached the cell doors. The soldier tried to move away, but that lit up his calves in pain. He cried out, curling into himself the best he could. The other man gave a gruffy chuckle, amused at how the young man tried to squirm away.

"You're gonna give us lotsa of money, Princey."

Of course, their mother had always told them how much they resembled the prince. They never thought that aspect would've landed them in such a terrifying situation. "I'm not- I'm not the prince, please," he said, trying to move further away from the pirate. If he could, he would've become one with the wall.

Instead, the pirate roughly took his collar, and bought him forwards. The soldier yelped, feeling their wound irritate again, worse with how the wood ran against their calf. "You keep quiet, Prince. You've lived your life in lavish." The previous amused tone quickly became one of distaste and loathing. "You're a mother's boy, yeah?" He patted the other's cheek. "We'll see how many crunes your beloved parents are willin' to pay."

The soldier didn't know how to tell the pirates that he wasn't who they thought he would be. He only hoped to whichever diety was listening to him, that he would be able to leave. However, as the pirate got up, and left the cell- no interest to spare more time with the soldier whatsoever, he was afraid he'd be stuck in the mildew covered sell for the rest of his remaining life.

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There is no such thing as too many asks!! I live by this. Anywaysssss, ask number five of today… the heroes give Villain a truth drug and they accidentally end up confessing they’re love for Hero while being drunk on the drug. <3

LITERALLY THOUGHT THIS DISAPPEARED OFF MY INBOX JUST AS I WAS GONNA WORK ON IT AND I WAS DEVASTATED FOR A FEW DAYS

This also took EMBARRASSINGLY long to write for some reason, so you probably don't even remember sending in this ask sgnkgsgs

Deal

Hero wasn't sure why they were called into the interrogation rooms. They were just working in their room, wanting to get some paperwork done before they had to get going for patrolling in an hour. They glanced at a nearby clock hung up on the wall, that being the only thing to decorate the boring blue hallways. Noting the time, Hero turned the corner and almost fell back as they bumped into Other Hero- who looked absolutely furious.

"Woah, are you alright there?" Hero asked.

Other Hero swiveled to glare at Hero straight into their eyes. "No! That damned criminal fucking scratched me!! Like a cat!!" Their angered high voice had caught Hero completely off guard. Their colleague saw the other flinch and sighed, closing their eyes and pinching their nose bridge. "Sorry, Hero. But I didn't get anything out of that villain. They kept on rambling on and on! And when I tried to force some answers out of them, they just snapped at me like a dog! Can you believe that!? Then they said, quote 'If Hero doesn't question me, you might ask well as a bird about Supervillain's plans!' Birds?! Really?"

Hero gave a sympathetic smile to Other Hero. "Sort of...They do get upset if something ever interrupts their monologue," they replied, earning only a sharp eye from the other. "Ok, ok, I'll go see what's up, you get yourself some rest, you deserve it. The leader gave me all the paperwork so don't worry about that either."

With that, Hero continued down the corridor, facing a large door with a keypad. Once in, Hero glanced up at a large three monitors that displayed Villain, who sat in a chair, humming a song in a lazy tone. Their arms were cuffed to the table, which gave Hero some reassurance in case anything went wrong. Then again, Villain didn't tend to snap at them or anything that much, they usually came out of battles rather unscathed. Hero glanced at the one-way glass that filled up almost the entire wall, which stood adjacent to the monitors.

With a small sigh, Hero walked up to the door, which greeted them with one too many locks and keypads. Almost as soon as Hero had entered the room, Villain's demeanor lit up, and they got up giddily- almost stumbling off their chair which got knocked over in the process. "Woah, woah, calm down Villain," Hero walked over picking up the chair. Villain was up to their face almost immedietly, excited to see the other.

"You won't believe how much of a hellhole it's been without you. That other hero was such an ass," Villain said, their words slurring together. Hero blinked, sensing something was...off. Villain continued their ramblings about others who had dropped in earlier to question them as Hero made their way across the table, taking a seat on a chair intended for them.

"Villain?" Hero's voice was soft as they called their nemesis' name. The tone of voice immediately caught the other's attention, and their hazy eyes was fixed on Hero right away. "Did the team give you something?" They asked, maintaining eye contact with Villain, while the other squirmed in their seat, uncomfortable with how their arms were pressed against the table with the cuffs

Villain gave them a lopsided smirk. "Mmm, probably. They were trying to get me to talk about Supervillain," they paused, glancing at Hero, enjoying the way they perked up, leaning in to listen to what Villain had to say. "But~ I can't say I enjoy talking about that loser. I mean, really, do you have to pull up in some fancy-ass limo a block from where you're gonna do your evil deed? Jeez, I feel bad for the chauffer of that car."

"Hold on, what was that about Supervillain's car?"

The criminal paused, forgetting for a moment that this was an interrogation rather than just a conversation with Hero. Another sly smirk appeared on their lips, and Hero swallowed, though didn't back down. "I don't like to give important things for free, now. That's just how my world works deary. But I'll tell you for a price?"

The other straightened their back, now listening intently. It almost made Villain laugh, seeing the cute Hero's attention fixed all the way on them now. They reveled in it. "Tell me I'm pretty," they couldn't help but let out a bubbly laughter, seeing Hero's reaction as their face turned red. "Kidding, kidding. But I do think you're a really amusing person, anddd if you do want Supervillain's information, I need something just as...good back. So how about once I'm out of these," Villain glanced down at the cuffs, then at Hero, smiling still, "we go out on a date?"

At first the Hero didn't say anything, shocked over anything, frankly. Then, they gave a small nod. "Alright- um. Alright, it's a deal."

this took an embarrassingly long time to write and I get the ending wasn't the best so maybe....part 2 someday? Idk

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YOU ASKED FOR ASKS AND MY GOOD FRIEND, THAT WAS YOUR FIRST MISTAKE. You cannot hide from me. Okay so, hero x villain. Where hero finally goes to one of the Superhero parties despite avoiding them for years. Only going because of some great “entertainment” promised and they’re bored. Only to find out that the bound and humiliated Villain is the “entertainment”. Cue protective Hero. Thank you! And no worries if you don’t wanna :D

I asked for asks, and that was never a mistake, my good friend!! I never intend to hide from thee! ALSO, you gave me a corrupt superhero??? Oh my, it's not Christmas yet, hold off!! (just kidding, keep em comin').

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CW For implied kidnapping

Dear Hero,

It is with my honour that I invite you to the annual Heroes Celebratory Ceremony. Along with our traditional awarding ceremony and dinner party, we are expecting a guest that, I personally feel, you will be excited to see.

Best of Wishes,

Superhero.

Hero scrunched up his nose in distaste at the letter. Between the fancy handwriting, the extravagant but elegant decors that surrounded the words, and the ticket on the other side of the card felt; it all felt rather... in your face sort of fancy. Although Hero did occasionally dabble in the lavish lifestyle, it was nothing like Superhero. Someone who had the mass media on her side and the hearts of her adoring fans in the city. This also meant that Superhero probably had everything right at her fingertips, which included a luxurious manor with probably anything a typical rich woman would have.

The young man sighed, leaning forwards onto his office desk, and running a hand through his hair. Was it really a good idea? To go out to some ceremony when Villain was still missing? Hero couldn't help but stress out about this case. His nemesis had been gone for three months, for hell's sake. That never meant anything good as far as Hero could tell, not until he knew that Villain was safely behind bars and under proper monitoring. Maybe he should've roped Superhero into this. There was a reason she was so well known, it was the sharp work she did and the attention to detail in her cases.

Hero sighed, groaning as he got up from his desk. Perhaps it wasn't good that he was slumped over his desk, four hours a day every week over this. Losing sleep wasn't ever helpful, was it? He eyed the invitation card from between his fingers, tapping his fingers against the paper as he debated whether it was a good idea to go or not.

❆ ❅ ❆ ❅

Hero had decided to go. It didn't really mean that he wanted to. As he had contemplated coming, an idea stormed into his head. He hoped that perhaps he could get in touch with Superhero or a teammate to find out about Villain. That was his main reasoning for going, though if that didn't work, well... it would've been a nice break from the work he supposed.

Hero sighed, tugging at his suit sleeve as he looked around the large ballroom. It was massive, and Hero couldn't help but gape at the architecture that arched over everyone's head, decked out with gilded beams and crystal chandeliers. Most everyone was in their best dress and, in that brief moment, Hero almost felt a little shameful for coming in a plain suit and some very basic jewelry.

"Hero?"

He turned around to the familiar voice calling him out. He froze a little, seeing Superhero. Despite the chillingly warm smile his superior gave him, Hero couldn't help but feel unsettled. It was as if he had been placed dangling above a cage of hungry lions. Hero shifted, facing his colleague and smiling.

"Superhero, it's nice seeing you. How have you been?"

"I've been doing absolutely wonderful, thank you. Though I suppose I can't say the same for you," the older woman replied, chuckling deeply enough that Hero felt uneasy.

Hero gave a faux smile at the backhanded compliments. "Yeah, well. I've been working on a missing case with Villain, so," Hero took in a breath, looking around at the twinkling lights everywhere. "It's been taking a lot of time. Wherever they went, they covered up their tracks really well," Hero sighed, looking back at Superhero. Whatever expression Superhero had- it was fucking unnerving. There was a gleam of knowing in her eyes, something in the way her grin curled up her features that had made Hero uncomfortably hot. He could feel his button-down shirt sticking to his skin. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other, trying to ignore the negative feeling brewing somewhere in his chest.

"Oh, right. I've not told you, have I?" Superhero hummed in thought, beckoning a waiter with a tray of sparkling water over. She took two glasses handing one to Hero. The glass felt cold against Hero's fingers, easing the sticky warmth. "I came across Villain a while back."

Hero pulled the glass back from his lips, choking on the little bit of liquid he had downed. Embarrassed about his reaction, Hero covered his face, wiping off the little bit of sparkling water from his chin with a nearby napkin. "Sorry- um I just- I wasn't expecting that. You seriously found him?" Hero asked, looking at the other woman with wide eyes.

"Trust me, Hero. You don't have to worry about Villain much longer." Without another word, Superhero's gaze left Hero's to the stage that sat on her side of the ballroom. Heavy curtains guarded whatever was behind the center stage. For a split second, Hero almost swore on his mother's grave he heard chains clinking. Immediately, dread had settled into the pits of his stomach. He looked back at Superhero, only to find her already looking his way. "I taught Villain their lessons well. I thought Villain might've needed a lot more time, but," she paused, smiling wickedly. "They proved themselves in three months. Can you believe that?"

"What did you do with Villain?" Hero spoke quietly, much to both of their surprise.

"Oh? I suppose it makes sense that you'd want to be the first to view them. They were your nemesis after all," Superhero replied, finishing her cup of drink.

"Superhero, what did you do to them?" Hero's voice rose in urgency, following his superior with urgent steps as she made her way past the crowds smoothly. Hero's heart sped up, weaving around the mass of people which slowly died down as the two approached the far back of the ballroom.

Superhero took a moment to unlock an employee only door. Hero stared at the sign, before hesitantly entering. The room was dark at first, as he closed the door behind him until it clicked. Then, he swore he heard a whimper, and froze. "Superhero, what the fuck did you do?" He growled. He received no reply aside from the sounds of something clinking against each other. Hero quickly lit up flames against his finger tips, and warm light surrounded the storage room behind the stage.

The first thing he saw was Villain, and he stopped breathing for a split moment. The second thing he spotted was the suit his nemesis had on. Hero had always known his nemesis to be confident, to wear their suit with pride, and never be the one to shy away from their charismatic self. They looked terrible now, as much as Hero hated to say this. The sleeves and the neck of the suit hung much too loosely off of Villain and Hero hoped it was because the clothes were too big.

He turned to his superior, about to inquire- yell at her for what she had done, only to be greeted by a cruel grin decorating her lips. "Don't worry, Hero, darling. Villain is behaving much better than before. I'm sure you'll love to see them in action."

Hero only swallowed at her crooked words.

This turned out much longer than I thought. I hadda go back and edit bc i noticed some errors w the pronouns sfgsd

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dirty-lit · 9 months

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Not replacing my partners! I just don't want to overwhelm them with new ideas. I'm looking for an rp with two sides to it: (warning for dysphoric themes/dysphoria, dysphoric and dysmorphic people you have been warned! And a general dead dove warning just in case)

less scandalous rp themes: emotional rp, super hero(es) (or villain(s)- but if we do villains I want them to either turn good or go back and forth), rapid healing, fast metabolism, superhuman, lots of fluff, comfort, romance, aftercare, m/c's super suit stays ON during sex, non-physical transition, ftm/ftm, bi/pan characters, cheesy superhero names, be 21+ ooc, 50/50-70/30 plot/smut or smut/plot

shocking & SCANDALOUS themes: optional fisting, toys, top/bottom dynamics, bdsm vibes, rough sex, angst rp, Masc ftm, top ftm, power imbalance, related/siblings, possible weapon play, possible dark/villain character(s) (might include kidnapping, restraints, etc villain stuff. possibly twisted cycle path shit), unable to transition, trans angst, trans dysphoria, possible clothing/uniform kink, possible light pvc kink, large or huge insertions, The Strap, fucked up toys/possibly as Straps (optional: knotted, ridged, horse, spiked, vibrating, oviposition toys, mechanical tentacles, huge), power imbalnce kink, optional daddy kink/cg/l/other forms of related & age themed play, shock, guilt, angst, optional shared trauma, forbidden love, past trauma, optional dubcon or CNC, possible aphrodisiacs or drugging, other dark themes possible

So, basically, at least one of our characters being superhuman and that causing at least one of them to be unable to "physically transition" (the other can be unable to OR just have no interest in it, but I would like them to have that physical side in common) is a theme I can't get out of my head. I would love for them to bond over this. And why related? Because I love a scandal/shock/guilt/angst/forbidden love… And a built in lifelong friend/protector and thefluffy history… And possible shared trauma. I would love for our characters to be 28+ but I'll accept younger characters, and I'm willing to play MC as ycs dad instead of brother.

Y/C: hero, villain, or even an average bystander, superhuman OR just a normal human (bystander OR Batman style vigilante), ftm, bottom, either unable to physically transition or uninterested in it, he/him, bi or pan (or demisexual), and the rest is up to you! (Please no characters that ID as wlw, lesbians, or women, I really want to lean into ftm x ftm for this and for them to have that in common ❤) (ftm femboys accepted!)

M/C: top, dominant, masc, ftm, always wears a black mask + thick tactical outfit and a men's Kevlar vest instead of a binder (really leans into his alter ego due to dysphoria) (the super suit obscures his body and stays ON during sex), short and thick (thicc) boy with weapons and combat boots he actually uses for combat, superhuman after a poisoning gone wrong (or right?) (Think The Boys + Supe Serums) (y/c can be suffering physical effects and/or gain abilities from the same poisoning?), hero (or villain, anti hero, or anti villain: would love to make him at least a little psycho), regenerative abilities, super strength, tendency to self immolate when in dire trouble, loves weapons, hand-to-hand combat, communicates through psychic speech (no voice, just words in your head), slight pyrokinetic (if that's overkill I'll nerf him for you, or if you want him more OP we can do that), got into heroing (or villaining) because it's an excuse to hide his face/body/identity and live as an alter ego that's stronger than he feels like he is, unable to physically transition and angsty about it & does everything he can to present as male anyway, panromantic & demisexual.

Weaknesses: angsty, emotional, good heart/intentions, traumatic past, probably insane AND mentally ill, highly flammable probably, secret identity possibly will be exposed, at this point everybody knows he's trans & can't physically transition & he hates this (quick internet search is all it takes, outed as trans by a "hero" probably), probably anti social

Their chemistry: I would love for our characters to initially butt heads and end up working together, or we can just go the kidnapping route 💀 and have them eventually find common ground. They definitely bond over being ftm and aren't afraid to talk about it with each other (or at least get to that point). Also: because forbidden love: one or both of them doesn't know they're siblings (if one knows that can be a fun/dark angle) but eventually they both find out. Each had a long time crush on the other/were always super close but never acted on it, super loving/affectionate as sibs though, at least until m/c's dysphoria got the best of him and he stopped coming home at all (roommates+missing person angle?). (A built in plot here could be m/c as a villain, abducting y/c as a hero or as a civilian, because he knows who they really are to each other and it's an excuse to get close to or romance them (but he convinces himself he has good intentions): dubcon is an option if you want to get dark. )

Important notes: Villains that never go good or never at least go back and forth good/evil/grey just aren't for me. I respect it but it's boring to me personally. Also: despite his situation I would still like to write my character as a guy and not have him be feminized, or his physicality be focused on for femme reasons. I usually write cis characters and physically transitioned characters so I'd still like the same vibe of "this is still a masc guy". The allure of this rp for me is "let's explore trans superhumans", the irony/cost of gaining that power, and exploring a guy who is a dude but has these big issues with his body. Basically I just love angst and drama, he's trans for the angst and that's the angle I would like to go with.

So, if anyone is interested in this super specific/weird exploration of a bunch of wrong-angsty-dramatic things that can affect a supe's love life and emotional well-being, like or reblog this, and I'll get to you as soon as I have some free time!

Literacy, ooc info, and frequency: I will not be responding daily forever, I'll try for a response at least once a week but who knows. 3-4 paragraphs is good but I'm not strict. I try to avoid typos but they happen, and I do use text speak ooc. If you need rapid fire messages, daily responses, daily ooc, or a lot of attention, please don't respond. I try to be a good rp partner but I need space too, and an rp partnership isn't a romantic relationship (where attention is actually required). It's just writing fiction. ❤☺

Tag: t4t rp

Be 21+ ooc to answer, oc x oc, ftm x ftm, hero/villain or hero/hero, like or reblog and op will contact you when they have time!

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wardenred · 1 year

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Flash Fic Masterpost

All the original flash fic and snippets ever posted on this blog,to be updated sporadically.

Post-Final Girls 'Verse

In a dystopian world of cyberpunk and superpowers, three women keep coming together and apart. Snippets in chronological order:

Back in High School (Flo and Mel snip at each other about Jules)

Back in High School-2 (Flo and Jules talk about robots and kindness)

As an Experiment (Jules gets Flo to try living together)

Like Gravity (a typical instance of Flo and Mel running into each other)

Kitchen Talk (Jules & Flo, ethical disagreements in some unidentified probably peaceful time)

Pillow Talk (another moral conundrum convo)

"But what does it do?" (Flo gets a regular piercing that isn't a cyberpunk device; Jules is suspicious)

Anniversary (Flo takes Jules out on anniversary date and possibly does some crime on the side)

To Make Amends (an AU version of Flo and Mel being led to reconnect and start working together, based on an early iteration of the outline)

Language of the Revolution (based on an actual scene from the draft)

"I thought you were dead" (an AU where Mel gets captured by the Big Damn Villain; in the actual draft, it's Flo who draws this short stick)

The Morning After (the immediate aftermath of book one)

A Hologram (Jules & Flo beyond the city limits)

Plastic and Chrome (Mel: meanwhile in X-City...)

Hypervigilance (Flo tries to be introspective about her feelings for Mel; takes part after Flo and Jules leave the city, technically, but is really an extended flashback)

Neon and Moonlight (Flo, Jules, a brief trip back to the civilization)

Letters (Jules starts writing to Mel)

Numbers and Pixels, Smoke and Mirrors (on the verge of a reunion in VR)

Extra: a trilogy of whumptember snippets set in the same universe, probably in a different city, with charaters I know little about other than that they want me to know more and write a book about them:

[1], [2], [3] (captivity, brainwashing)

Tales from the Witch House 'Verse

In a kitchen sink urban fantasy world, a bunch of young supernaturals are squatting in a derelict house under the protection of a mysterious witch who claims to have their best interests at heart.

Tim and Leo Angst

Tim and Leo Fluff

"I hate this song" (takes place soon after the one linked above)

Xan and Gella Fluff

Flame & Moth 'Verse

Based on a RP my friend and I have had going on for year. A potentially evil superhero agency, an amnesiac pyrokinetic searching for the truth of his past, a villain who keeps showing up to save him and make his life harder. You know, the fun stuff. Snippets in roughly chronological order:

Out of the Rubble (one of the many instances of the villain coming to the rescue; written for whumptember)

"Is that blood?" (sometimes, Flame can rescue himself! with a little help from his Agency partner Batshit)

Searching for memories in a house on fire (Flame, mortal peril, Moth shows up right on time; written for whumptember)

"There's nothing I can do" (Flame looses a trainee)

Oops, the Agency isn't happy (look, Flame's suffering again; written for whumptember)

Flame is getting rescued from the above predicament (or is he?)

"You said I'd be safe here" (right, apparently he did get rescued)

You Can Doom Everyone (maybe it's a nightmare sequence, maybe it's not)

Bonus: same universe, different hero and villain Bonus-2: not sure this takes place in the same universe... but hero and villain, too

More Than We'll Never Know 'Verse

Snippets related to an ongoing WIP set in a D&D-esque world of adventurers, living legends, and evil capitalism. Mostly focused on a single messy adventuring found family of six.

A version of Vezee and Dagatha's first meeting

A random corn maze adventure

Bariq Being Bariq

Ice by the Fire (Sufjen and Vel getting to know each other)

Trinket (Sufjen and Vel late-book fluff)

Tired of Fighting (Bariq being a shitty friend to Vel)

"Your Magic Is Awesome" (Rinouk being a good friend to Vel)

The perils of getting too close to the villain, might be where the plot is headed, might be an AU/theoretical snippet

Not Mad, Just Disappointed (Dagatha reconnects with her mentor, sort of)

"It's a trial, not a party" (fluffy Dagatha/Vezee sequel to the above)

Vezee and Dagatha's Happy Ending (possible version)

Unwanted Rescue (it is possible Bariq will continue being himself even after the end of the story... or maybe I'll figure out how to give him a better arc after all)

And maybe sometime after the ending Vel and Sufjen will adopt a baby dragon: [1] [2]

Champagne Problems 'Verse

Snippets related to an ongoing WIP set in a city full of corrupt nobles, eldritch cults, angsty magic Academy students, portals that might connect all that to our world, and lying liars who lie.

Secret Meeting (prior to the book's events Elair meets with his evil employer)

Not At All Serious (pre-book Elair, the perils of falling in love under a fake identity)

Rainy Day (pre-book Elair and Miq fluff)

Sweet Tooth (more pre-book Elair and Miq fluff)

Outdoor Event (even more pre-book Elair and Miq fluff)

Practice at the City Hall (pre-book Elair and Miq again, poor Miq is clearly planning the proposal at the end there...)

"I've Got You" (Elair and Miq fluff, just might be a rough draft for late in the book)

Cults and Blood Sacrifices (absolutely unrelated to the book's events, I don't know these characters; absolutely takes place in Mramorsten, though; written for whumptember)

Kingdom in Peril Plot Bunny Exploration

Just a bunch of characters and a slowly forming setting existing rent-free in my mind. No idea where I'm going with all of this, but the journey will involve court intrigue, royals behaving badly, randomly appearing gothic vibes, mysterious dark threats, and possibly soulmates.

Surprise Visitor on a Rainy Evening

No One's Happy about Going to the Royal Court

Oh, Look, the King Has a Brother (He's My Favorite)

Royal Siblings Flashback

Alita Alone in the Garden

Royal Chessboard

Random Randomness

Consider this a catch-all category that I may eventually reorganize by genre.

Dead Gurdian's Dolmen (fantasy, worldbuilding-focused)

The Frozen Giant (sci-fantasy, worldbuilding-focused)

Dragons are fairly splenetic creatures (cozy fantasy, predictably turned into a trilogy of novels with one drafted already :D)

Bucolic Living (cozy lovecraftian post-apocalypse)

Sapphic September: Portal Fantasy (YA, parallel worlds)

"Our job isn't to too god, it is to make right" (fantasy, gods and heroes that fight them, evil mentor, written for whumptember)

An unplanned sequel to the above (in which things get darker)

"Let me do this for you" (fantasy, some kind of secret agents, self-sacrifice, written for whumptember)

Sapphic September: 3 AM (some kind of post-break-up drama?)

"Don't come home" (dark fairytale with a soul-eating dragon)

Around the Oak (a weird sapphic time warp flash fic)

"This was always going to happen" (fantasy, character death, guard captain x spy)

"If that's what it takes" (fantasy, an adventurer attempts to rescue her brother from an evil wizard; written for whumptember)

Mother's Matchmaking (space opera/melodrama of manners, enemies-to-lovers, will be a book someday)

The summer weeks by the sea are long (a sapphic vacation with revelations)

Life on Mars (sometimes, people just keep coming back and you can never let them go)

Dystopia Tropes (random modern-day slice-of-life romance)

Waiting for a Call (angsty sapphic magical girls)

Always Sunny (a monster hunter comes back to her hometown to reconnect with her ex-girlfriend, definitely will be a book someday)

Home (mad science and eldritch tentacles, written for whumptember)

Gears (a steampunk tinkerer and a rogue, for Sapphic September)

The Better Bad Idea (something something sapphic Regency-inspired fantasy, for Sapphic September)

"There are no aliens on the abandoned atomic station" (something something scientist and journalist, for Sapphic September)

Fool's Gold (a dark fantasy snippet, friends to enemies)

When you're escaping confinement, why not take your captor with you, right (written for whumptember, hero and villain)

Dreamscape Navigation (pretty much a novelization of a stray magic system... or a flashficization, rather)

On the Porch (a half-baked tropey idea about sisters reconnecting because of a condition in their grandmother's will)

What You Swore to Destroy (angsty YA horror with a touch of eldritch past lives)

Lessons in Failure (not all heroes get good mentors)

Picking Cherries (something very random; kids and cherries sometimes make things better)

A Maybe, a What If, an Almost (stream of consciousness friends-to-enemies flash fic)

Won't Forget (tiny 100-words drabble about memory spells)

Also, a whumptember two-parter with potential for more parts about a sassy imprisoned prince:

[1] [2] (warnings: imprisonment, sensory deprivation, torture)

And another whumptember two-parter: in part one, someone just tries to survive in a city his twin has ruined; in part two, the twin is in an even worse pickle.

#iHunt Rpg Fanfic (based loosely on a campaign I was in, you don't need to know anything about the game, it's just a small wrong number flash fic)

My tag for all the flash fiction and snippets: #warden's random scribbles.

#warden's random scribbles #original fiction #flash fiction #masterlist #writeblr #writblr #writers on tumblr #my writing

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world-of-fire-and-flight · 2 years

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Herro! It I, SleepyAnon :DDD

It is past 5am and I am really sleepy—

BUT! What if hero/villain really likes to cook and bake as a way to relax and have a lot of leftovers, so they give some to their neighbors. The neighbors being villains/heros and vigilantes and everyone doesn’t know their alter ego— (think it’ll be cute if most of them really like hero/villain and have an unspoken agreement to not mess with the block they live in)

((And idea of how they can find out is by smell or little smears of ingredients, along with behavior—))

A/N: SLEEPYANON THIS MIGHT BE MY FAVORITE PROMPT EVER (which you’ve granted me a lot of amazing prompts and I happen to follow a lot of awesome prompt blogs but this one is such a MOOD for me) <3 In other news, I really should be baking pie but here I am, writing instead 😜

Warnings: some violence, reference to fainting (no actual fainting occurs in this fic😊), me avoiding my responsibilities, unedited

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Hero tapped their fingers patiently against their knees, leaning over themselves as they sat staring into the oven and watching their perfect pie bake. It didn’t matter that there was flour streaked in their hair or crusty pie dough caked underneath their fingers, all that mattered was the apple crumb pie baking in the oven and filling their home with a warm buttery and cinnamon scent.

Inhaling deeply, Hero sighed. They sagged against the back of the kitchen chair they sat in and leaned their head against the back of the chair.

All was quiet and still after an afternoon full of washing apples, whipping up pie dough and rolling it out, then peeling and slicing the apples, and finally putting together the pie filling. They weren’t entirely convinced there wasn’t pie dough in their hair too or spiced apple juice dried into their hair either, but they wouldn’t have it any other way.

This was heaven.

Sure, they were sore from being on their feet all day and from struggling to roll out the pie dough and getting it sit just right on their pie plate and delicately crimping the edges, but it was worth it.

And it would be all the more worth their while when it was done and cooled enough to bring to their new neighbor to say “welcome to your new home!”

After all, Hero knew just how awful the city could be and how quickly a good day could turn rotten. That, and moving was such a headache. Hero certainly wouldn’t have minded if someone had brought them a pie when they’d moved into the row of brick townhomes.

As it was, the few times their neighbors had tried to reciprocate the small acts of kindness from Hero’s baking habit, hadn’t exactly gone over well. If Hero had learned anything about their neighbors, it was that none of them could bake. Some of them could cook—which was a lovely surprise when a full meal had shown up on their doorstep moments after they’d gotten home from their shift—but it seemed like they were then only one on the block capable of baking anything.

It was the thought that counted though. They’d happily accept another tray of over baked cookies (not burnt, Hero would never say that unless the whole cookie was as hard as a hockey puck) if it meant knowing that someone had thought of them just as they’d often thought of their neighbors…

Hero laughed to themselves.

So maybe their baking wasn’t that righteous. In truth, all they cared about baking and getting their mind off of their work and whatever troubles had crossed their mind thanks to the meddlesome actions of whatever villain they’d fought. Too often, Hero would bake a whole batch of cookies or cupcakes and realize they couldn’t possibly eat them all by themselves. They couldn’t even save everything in the freezer (they really should try to work on their stash of previously baked goods to make room for new desserts or at least some ice cream but they often couldn’t wait for their pick-me-up treat to defrost).

But today, they were truly baking from the kindness of their heart and not their stress or frustrations about being one of the city’s shining saviors.

They bit their lip.

Hopefully their new neighbor liked pie.

***

Villain grabbed their mask and slipped it on. Even though it’d been a few good minutes since they’d set their fork and plate aside, they could still taste the sweetness of the apple and the warmth of the cinnamon. What they wouldn’t do for another piece, but staying home didn’t pay the bills. They didn’t know what they’d do if they missed this opportunity to rob the City Bank.

For month’s they’d surveyed the bank, its security, the employees and tellers. If they didn’t hit it today, they didn’t know when the next opportunity would come around and they couldn’t wait, not if they wanted to pay off their debt to Supervillain.

As they slipped out of their townhome, Villain wondered what their sweet, precious, innocent neighbor would do if they ever found out just who their new neighbor was.

Chuckling to themselves, Villain imagined they’d faint. They seemed like the sort of too-good-to-be-real person that somehow manifested straight out of a T.V. show or a book. There was no way their neighbor, who they’d learned from a few of the other neighbors who’d stopped by to say hello, had a habit of baking and sharing their treats with the neighborhood would survive the news of living next door to a villain.

Villain’s lips set in a grim line. They’d have to make certain their neighbor never found out, especially if they could bake a pie that delicious and habitually share their homemade baked goods.

***

Villain huffed, finally pinning their nemesis down on the lobby floor. Leaning closer, they meant to sneer in their face, but something gave them pause. Sweet apples and cinnamon? Villain sniffed again, trying to be discreet as they leaned even closer and squinted down at their nemesis. Something white streaked through their hair, along with something slightly yellow in color.

“Excuse you, creep,” Hero said, squirming and managing to flip them both over so Villain was the one pinned down to the gross bank floor. “But I’d appreciate it if you didn’t sniff me.”

Villain couldn’t even manage a glare, catching another whiff of what could only be apple pie. “Were you baking?”

Hero froze, their grip loosening just the slightest bit.

But it was enough for Villain to shove them away and jump to their feet.

“I-I don’t know what—”

“You’ve got flour in your hair!”

Hero rolled their eyes, crossing their arms. “All right so I was baking! Unless you’re about to go into anaphylactic shock, I don’t see how what I was doing before you decided to ruin my day by robbing a bank matters!”

Villain scoffed. “Yeah like some flour and crusted pie filling is going to do me in.”

Hero’s hand erupted into flame. “I never said what I was baking.”

Villain froze. Cursing silently to themselves, Villain’s eyes darted to the bag full of money they’d collected from the bank drawers and from breaking into the ATM machine they’d dropped when Hero had flung a ball of fire at them earlier to announce their presence.

“Yeah well…it’s apple season?” Villain tried in vain to lie their way out of the bind they’d wrapped themselves in. “Anyway, it’s always nice to not be burned after one of these little—”

Villain flung themselves to the floor, dodging the ball of flame Hero threw their way. Twisting around in time to see the flames die out before the fire caught on anything flammable, Villain was absolutely certain.

Hero was their new neighbor.

“How did you know I was baking pie?” Hero hissed, bouncing a ball of flame in their hand.

“Because…” Villain hesitated, searching their mind for an excuse. They saw Hero raise their arm like they were getting ready to throw that ball of flame. “IMYOURNEWNEIGHBOR!”

Villain braced themselves, shielding their face with their arms.

Nothing.

No heat hissed against their suit. There wasn’t any light flashing behind their closed eyes from flames hurtling toward them.

Villain peeked open an eye and lowered their arms. Hero stood, their body slack and without a single spark of their flames.

Well, they hadn’t fainted.

No, instead Hero was staring at them with a mix of bafflement and slight horror. “You’re what?”

“Yeah, uh, unit 6?” Villain slowly shifted toward the bag of money. “The apple crumb pie?”

“What a waste of a perfectly good pie,” Hero pouted. Sighing heavily, Hero pinned them in place with a harsh glare. “Take the money,” they said, “Pay your debt to Supervillain, and don’t ever tell a soul about any of this.”

“That’s it?” Villain sputtered. “You’re letting me go? With the money?”

“I’m hoping to buy your silence,” they explained, walking away. Embers sparked from their clenched hands. “It’d be a real shame if I had to move because you found out who I am.”

“Well I wouldn’t have,” Villain muttered, “if you’d only taken a shower when you were done baking.”

“I would’ve!” Hero shouted across the lobby, lobbing a cold ball of flame at them that tickled their face. “But someone decided to rob a bank!”

“Well, I’ll be more considerate next time,” Villain smirked, strolling toward the gaping hole in the bank wall that they’d blasted through earlier. “Especially if it means more pie in my future.”

Hero scoffed. Calling after them, Hero’s harsh made Villain chuckle. “As if.”

#writeblr #my writing #heroes and villains #hero x villain community #baking #hero x villain fluff/feel good stuff #still gotta bake those pies. whoops #this is me belated celebrating my blogiversary and first snippet post lol #and also halloween #Happy Halloween y'all!#trick or treat

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softxsuki · 3 years

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omg can you go headcanons for class 1-a boys where the reader is insecure and doubts herself too much even though her quirk is powerful ?:)

Midoriya, Bakugou, and Kaminari (Seperate) Comfort Reader with a Powerful Quirk Who Doubts Her Abilities

Pairing: Midoriya x Fem!Reader, Bakugou x Fem!Reader, Kaminari x Fem!Reader

Warnings: one swear word (thanks Bakugou)

Genre: Fluff(ish), Comfort

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: In which you have a powerful, but sometimes you doubt your abilities so these boys, (in their own unique way,) try to ease your insecurities and provide a little comfort to you

[A/N: Thank you for the request anon! I decided to just write this for Midoriya, Bakugou, and Kaminari because I feel like after 3 ppl, it just get’s a little repetitive LOL. Hope that’s okay! I gave the reader her own quirk in each headcanon for each of these 3 boys. I feel like some of them don’t really make sense so sorry in advance for that. I’ve been spending so much time lately working on little art projects for Halloween. Idk where my energy or motivation came from, but that’s been eating up so much of my time. Hopefully these headcanons came out alright though! I haven’t written too much for Kaminari though so he might be a little out of character--I gotta work on that. Enjoy~]

Midoriya

So your quirk is called “Mimic,” where basically you can mimic sounds only if you've heard them already, so you can’t mimic a sound that you haven’t heard in a few hours or so. You can store up to 3 sounds at a time (as long as you don’t go over your storage time where you’d have to hear the sound again, if that makes sense)

When you were younger you used to love your quirk, being able to mimic the sounds of the animals at the zoo you visited with your family--it brought you so much joy

However, now that you’re at UA training to become a hero, you feel as if your quirk isn’t good enough

People have always told you, “well you were good enough to make it into class 1A” when you first joined UA, but that never really made you feel better for long

You wished you could be a hands on hero like your boyfriend, Izuku

He was a hero who could actively save someone from any harm, however, you felt like you could only use your quirk to scare a villain which wasn’t enough for you

If Midoriya ever saw you looking down during training or on your way to a mission, he’d pull you aside to ask what was going on

“I just don’t feel like I’m cut out for this hero stuff anymore Zuku. Like really what kind of support am I even giving during missions? You could all save everyone without me,” you express.

He just looks at you with understanding because he too once felt that same way before One for All was passed down to him and he was quirkless, yet even then he did his best to work towards becoming a hero

“That’s not true Y/N,” he tugs on your hand a bit to pull you closer to him as he turns your face so you can look him in the eye

“You’re an amazing hero and you’ve helped us out of so many tricky situations, not only with that powerful quirk of yours, but also with how fast you’re able to come up with a plan of action, you’re incredible. Do you remember that one time we were facing Overhaul who was about to completely annihilate me? You were quick on your feet and mimicked All Might (I can’t remember if all might was still the #1 hero at this time or not, but let’s just pretend that he was still strong and healthy at the time BHFEABKF) and shocked Overhaul enough that he took his eyes off me for long enough so I could get back on my feet. You saved my life and gave the other heroes and I another opportunity to do things right again”

You were shocked at his words, but they filled you with hope that maybe you weren’t as powerless as you thought you were

Know that Midoriya will continue to try and lift you up through all your doubts about yourself, no matter how big or small and he’ll always praise you after a mission or during your training sessions together

He’ll also help you in hand-to-hand combat training if that’s something you’d like to learn!

Bakugou

Your quirk is called “Soul,” where you can enter a person’s mind and gain control over their actions and thoughts, but you need to have physical contact with that person first. One setback is that you go unconscious during the process, so your body is left vulnerable for attack whenever you do enter someone's mind

During missions Bakugou is usually the one who keeps an eye over you whenever you find the chance to use your quirk on a villain, but lately you have been feeling like a nuisance

What if one day Bakugou has to choose between watching over me and protecting a citizen?

The thought alone made you shudder in fear, but it was something that bothered you; you only wished that you could remain aware and conscious whenever you used your quirk on someone else

All your combat training with your boyfriend, Bakugou, gave you enough physical strength to carry your own weight during a mission, but you became completely vulnerable whenever you had to use your quirk on a villain

The last time you used it, you were inches from being crushed by another villain due to Bakugou having to take his eyes off you to deal with another nuisance, but luckily you came back to your senses just in time

You were sitting in your dorm when Bakugou burst in suddenly

“Aizawa’s callin’ us for a mission, let's go,” he says, getting ready to turn back around and run off to get a head start

“Just take Kirishima,” you yell out before he runs too far off

That stops him in his tracks as he turns back around to you, “What, ya sick or somethin’?”

“Mhm”

Now, Bakugou isn’t stupid and for you to think that he’d actually believe that lie...think again, this man is smarter than he looks

“Stop lying idiot, let’s go, we’ll talk about this on the way there”

He then begins to grab your arm and drag you out of your dorm, much to your protest and even grabs your hero suit for you, rushing around to make sure that you guys are one of the first to arrive at the scene

When you express your insecurities to him quickly as you’re both running to get to the scene, he just huffs and starts laughing

“Babe, you have one of the most powerful quirks in our class, aside from me of course, and that’s saying a lot coming from me. Those extras have nothing on you”

“That’s not true,” you frown, “plus you keep having to watch over me like a child whenever I even have to use my quirk, so how exactly is that even helpful? It’s not like I can enter all the villains' minds at once while the rest of you tie them down. I’m putting you in danger, myself and danger, and any citizens that you could be helping instead of watching over me”

Bakugou is almost offended at your words; I mean how could you underestimate him of all people?

He’s then serious as he stops and looks at you before speaking again

“Thanks to you, we’ve been able to take down some powerful villains easily. Like all those Nomu’s that were running around. Even if you were only able to take one down at a time, that was still better than having them beat our asses out there. You’re still learning how to improve your quirk and I think one day you’ll be able to stay conscious while using it, or maybe even use it on more than one person at a time. But in the meantime, I’m gonna continue watching over you, so just shut up and keep doing what you do best--be a hero”

He’s a little rough with his words, but having Bakugou step aside to comfort you is a big thing for him 9and you ofc)

Know that he cares for you and just wants you to have the same confidence that helps him work towards being the number one hero (eventually)

He’s training you hard for the next couple of weeks though so be ready to work towards becoming a better hero and using your quirk to its full potential

Kaminari

Your quirk is called “Astro,” so you get energy from space (stars/planets/the moon etc) in the form of energy beams that you can use to attack your opponents(? idk???). During the day you get a lot of your energy from the sun and at night you get most of your energy from the moon and stars. Therefore, your quirk is most powerful on a bright, clear, sunny day and a full moon! Cloudy days have you at your weakest along with other phases of the moon aside from a full moon.

If Kaminari see’s you being hard on yourself about your quirk he’s ready to hype you up and even throw himself under the bus if it means helping you feel better about your abilities

“Denki, I can’t even use my quirk properly if it's even the slightest bit cloudy, and I’m practically useless at night if there isn’t a full moon...I don’t know what to do”

He snorts, “At least your brain doesn’t get fried after using your quirk too much”

You kinda glare at him a little because you hate when he puts himself down, but you figured that’s exactly what you were doing right now about yourself

He notices your slight irritation and speaks again

“Look, I know it’s difficult not being able to use your quirk considering how much astro energy you can absorb in a given day, but even with limited access to that energy, you’re still hella powerful baby, I’m just surprised that you don’t see it”

He feels frustrated that he sometimes misses the whole battle and has to be taken care of after he overexerts himself on some missions and fries his brain, so he’s probably the best person to go to about your concerns with your quirk

He’ll constantly gloat about you to his other classmates, which btw, annoys the heck out of them, but you’re HIS and he wants to make sure that everyone knows how amazingly powerful and wonderful you really are, even if you don’t see it yet

You’ll find your insecurities about your quirk slowly dissolve as Denki builds you up by making you laugh or comforting you in those rare moments where he just happens to have the perfect words to ease your worries about your abilities

All in all you’re probably the most powerful hero in your class given that the astro energy you absorb is super powerful and effective even when you’re not able to absorb as much energy as you’d like

This baby is your number one fan, which will motivate you to work even harder and push through your insecurities too NFJEAKF i love him sm

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 10/20/2021

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macaroki · 3 years

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heated argument ( s. todoroki x reader )

a nightmare after an argument is sucks and make you all sweaty shit . thanks to his quirk , he didn't feel too hot or too cold during night . not that he need extra heater or blanket either . but you in his arm , it's radiating some kind of warmth that he couldn’t explain with words . it's feel something cozy , feels like a victory

warning(s) : mention of insecurity , mention of divorce , mention of kid’s injury , mention of cheating ( but no one did , I swear.. ) rumors , hint of anxiety/panic attack , misunderstood , both aged up for plot & pro hero Shoto , more to descriptive writing and established relationship

genre : angst to fluff/comfort

pairing(s) : s. todoroki x gn reader

a/n : sorry ! this one was rewrite because i accidentally deleted the first one. not much changed though thankfully i wrote down the main plots on my notes , but yea :) enjoy nonetheless !!

as always, here's my masterlist <3

Shoto Todoroki. He’s a type of guy who loves his personal space all the time especially at night, but he also want to give his s/o their own personal space. With that being said, he also down bad for cuddles. Like, he literally could cuddle the life outta you anytime unless he was in mission. It's just tonight not the time. Not because he hates your or anything, it’s just...

Your mom always said to settle down anything before you fall asleep. You wouldn’t know if you’re going to awake tomorrow. Same goes of telling your loved one how much you love and appreciate them. However, thing aren’t always goes as planned. You weren't suppose to go to the bed while things still heated up. Not in a sexual way, more to argument way. With both of you with your own career and stuff, there must a stupid rumor that going around. Not like it’s uncommon and sure, he did assure you whenever he heard some stupid rumor or whenever he saw the uneasy looks on your face. Though sometimes you couldn’t help than overthink what if the rumor going to be true someday.

You could've wait - or at least - for tomorrow, maybe during his free time. Maybe a proper one, at least. But you're so stubborn for your own good sometimes. If only you just wait for tomorrow, you wouldn't go to sleep with tears on your eyes and a nightmare plaguing you.

Wasn’t he better off than with you anyway? He’ll gonna be a better hero without you, right?

No one would deny that this issue become the main reason of the arguments that happen between both of you. Really, he was right all along. Who wouldn't snapped after such a long, tiring day at agency - not to mention encountering countless of villain throughout the day and piles of paperwork ; hoping to come back to home, embraced with comfort but instead having your partner doubting your own feeling towards them?

God, it's sounds cliché, maybe it's sounds dramatic but you couldn't deny it. Just only if you wait 'till tomorrow, you wouldn't saw Shoto kissing Yaoyorozu on the alley back on his agency building. It’s feel so real that you couldn't state the difference. It’s feel like a sign for you that you’re not good enough, maybe you ran into someone who have a truth quirk or something? You tried to reason with yourself, like it’s a demon playing cards on you, revealing your biggest insecurity. The way that he kissed her lips oh-so-lovingly struck your heart like Kaminari’s highest volt.

Truth to be told, you’ve lost track of time in the bathroom, but at least the cold water somehow easing your anxiety away, even for a moment. Even though as a result your finger feel numb and somehow wrinkly after exposed to water for too long, it was worth it than going back to sleep. But your stubborn-head talking shit about you should’ve go to bed without solving these and another part of you saying “ maybe it was true, no wonder that he might cheat with a partner like you someday, ” and again, it hits on you differently.

You wanted to cry, to let it out but it’s so hard. It’s feel like there’s no more tears left to cry, feels like nothing worth it to cry at the moment, like you’re gonna feel suffocated if you’re going to cry. Yet you were gripping on the sink so hard that your hands turn slightly red, and your body were shaking from the thoughts violently. Come to think of it, how can you compete with a pretty human in this universe as far as like Yaoyorozu? She filled everything that you lack of. But even so, there must have a valid reason why would Shoto’s cheat on you, right?

As if you deserve an explanation, oh dear.

A muffled voice come from your back calling out your name, and the next word you can hear was “ what’s wrong, baby? ” along with soft touch on your shoulder, and the mirror reflecting his attractive figure. “ Sorry, did uh did I wake you up? you must be tired, sorry. ” You tried to smile to him, as if he didn’t heard you gasped lightly as you wake up beside him.

As if he didn’t feel how you were tossing around in your sleep, how you get out of the bed with tears stained on the pillow’s sheet, how you tip toeing on the bathroom so discreetly as if you’re afraid he’s going to be mad at you.

“ Mmm no, but are you okay? ” He look sleepy but can you sense how bad he want to hold you, placing his chin on your shoulder like he always do but all he can do is lightly squeezing your shoulder? You decided it would be more appropriate if you continue the conversation outside the bathroom, so you told him and agree to do so.

“ So um, you can continue to sleep if you want. I’m not feeling like doing so right now, ” he hums softly, however clearly dissatisfied with your answer. “ I’m sorry for what happen earlier, if that was the reason why you don’t want to go to bed with me. it was clearly my fault, and I know I should’ve talk with you about it nicely than snapping my anger out to you. my apologize, ” you nodded as a sign for him to continue, and the next words come out from his mouth is just..

“ It just something happen today. There was a low ranked villain around and manage to snatch the kid. We did save him, however he’s heavily injured and not really a good sight to see, ” and honestly, you were taken aback with his answer. “ Oh, Sho, I’m sorry too. But it wasn’t your fault honestly, it was mine. A-and you did a good job of saving the kid, and at least he’s safe from the such thing, right? ” you assured him, without thinking of anything, slowly touching his hand in reassuring way, and his forehead now resting on yours.

You just break the last string, and thinking of it make you feel overwhelm all of the sudden. Shit could have been worse, what if he couldn’t save the kid? Is he going to divorce you on the spot? He noticed the slight change on your eyes and on your touch - being observant people he is - he quietly guide you to the bed.

“ Does... does something happen at your workplace? Nightmares? ” He looks to your eye with soft look, and who are you to lie? “ Well, no and uh yes. But nothing brutal happen, I swear! Not like yours at least. Now uh, you need your beauty sleep, so-” “-you trust me, right? ”

And yes, you did. that’s why he’s holding you close to him right now, his arm wrapped around your waist comfortably. “ Sorry, love. Didn’t know you’re feeling that way, but you know that you’re so much better that I’m not willing to trade with anything else, right? I’ll be fool if I’m cheating behind you then. If I ever did something, I’m pretty sure I’ll always owe you an explanation, because you deserve one. Always, "

His lips lingering around your neck, and his finger mindlessly tracing your back. He was sleepy, you know that. But he’s not going to sleep with this shit still continue hovering around your head. “ You know, you’re all I need for in my life. Look at your eyes, it’s never cease to amaze me, ” now his lovely gaze diverted to yours, “ your lips, it’s so soft that I’m not regret having my first kiss on it, ” he added with soft giggles, “ and your hands, it’s perfectly fit into mine, ” while his free hand now caressing yours.

“ Universe really created us for each other, isn’t it? ”

You giggled to his thoughts, and clearly unbothered by his vulnerable state. It’s good to see now that he’s actually here, somewhat giving more comfort than you actually need. It might be cold, so cold without him before. But now, all you can feel is warm and cozy.

“ Mhmm, sorry for doubting myself, but you really should sleep right now, ” he nodded along before adding, “ but there’s nothing to be apologize about, don’t think too much about it, okay? ” His right hand pulling you close to him, loving the feels of your body warmth on him, no matter which side you want to sleep on.

In fact, he love holding you on his arm, it feels like he’s protecting you, and he hopes he also did the same thing with your negative thoughts. He might not be able to be on your side every time, but he cherished every moment he able to be with you. Of course he’s not regretting any of it, and he knows that marrying you was his bests decision he ever made and wasn’t a mistake.

He loves you, and he’s going to say it again that he loves everything about you. No matter what happen, nothing can tear both of you apart. Parting is such a sweet sorrow but none of you could take that, and never ever think of it. Let alone the death that gonna part both of you away.

" I love you, and I’ll always do. Good night, baby, sweet dreams, okay? " he said while planting sweet pecks on your forehead, the last thing you heard before you fall to your peaceful slumber slowly. And this time, the dream full with mint scent and his lovely presence.

#todoroki angst #todoroki x y/n #todoroki x reader #bnha shoto todoroki #shoto todoroki #todoroki x momo #todoroki comfort

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isthataneren · 4 years

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hugs ~ hcs

a/n: deep down, once you get past the overwhelming anxiety involving affection, all I really want to do is hug people

∫ summary: you love hugging. a lot. how would the bakusquad react?

∫ pairings: bakusquad(individual) x crush!reader

∫ warnings: none, fluffy fluff

Bakugou Katsuki:

Sitting in the common room with the others Bakugou was grumpy

All he wanted to do was go to his room and not talk to anybody for the rest of the day; well, the only exception being you

But he couldn’t just single you out from the rest of the losers he hangs out with

That would make it too obvious that he feels a little different towards you than he does them

It’s definitely not a crush though

Yeah sure whatever you say

So he just is forced to sit through another insufferable game that the others are playing because he’s hoping to at least see you before he high tails it to his room for the rest of the day

They forced him to play a round of Mario Kart but after he almost breaks the tv they decide it’s best to let him just spectate

Except he’s on his phone so he’s not paying attention

Which is precisely why he didn’t see you enter the room until he heard Mina squeal as you plopped down on her lap

“Hey! you know I love your hugs but I’m on my last lap. Go sit on Bakugou! He won’t mind”

“Like hell I won’t!”

He wouldn’t

But he had to keep up the facade

That didn’t last for long though

You shuffled your way over to him, standing and pouting slightly waiting for him to consent

Good god that cute face is going to be the death of him

Sighing, he just uncrossed his arms and opened them slightly

You brightened up at the invitation, not actually have expected for him to do it

Without waiting for him to take the offer back you climbed into his lap, wrapping your legs and arms around him

Stiffly put his arms around you

After a minute he relaxes a little, running his hand down your back once before securing it around your waist

You sigh into his neck

“Thank you”

He just grunts in return

Doesn’t want to admit it but he likes it more than he thought he would

Won’t want you to do it in public again though

He never heard the end of the squad’s teasing

Kirishima Eijiro:

Loves it

Though it does catch him off guard

Especially when you do it in public

So he was out with you and his friends

And they were currently getting food and left you two alone together

Definitely on purpose on Mina’s part

You were playing on your phone next to him while he was just admiring you with a big smile on his face

How were you so cute??

He felt so lucky to be able to know you, even if you weren’t dating yet

Totally didn’t notice that you noticed that he was staring at you

You took the opportunity to put your phone aside and turn to him

Blushes when he realized he was caught

“Can I hug you?”

The questions takes him off guard for a moment

“Hug me?”

You nod enthusiastically

His heart melts at your smile

Once he shakes out of his stupor, he grins brightly

“Of course!”

Within a second you were hugging

It was a little awkward with you both sitting but you made it work

His arms loosely wrapped around your waist as your arms did the same

His head rested on top of yours

It was a sweet hug

Not too tight or too loose

You were both so caught up in your own little blissful worlds that you didn’t even realize when the others showed back up

“AWWW! Man, they’re so cute!”

You both sprang apart, cheeks hot with embarrassment

“Kaminari! You scared them!”

“Sorry dude”

Kiri sighs before smiling softly at you

Maybe next time he can hold you for a little longer

Kaminari Denki:

You were worried about a test that was due to take place the following day

Mina assured you that you would do fine but you were still worried

Kaminari jumped in to support, telling you that as long as you did better than him, you would be fine

This caused you to uno reverse and start saying supportive things back to him

It became a competition on who could be more enthusiastic about the test

You both did a review together that night, seeing as you convinced him to do a last minute study session in preparation

Later on the next day you were waiting for the results from the test that you took, head swimming with anticipation

When you finally got your grade back your eyes widened and you looked at Kaminari, who was already looking at you with the same expression

“We passed!!!”

Next thing he knew, a weight slammed into him

kaminari.exe has stopped functioning

Did his crush, whom he is always trying to get attention from, just hug him???

Is this real??

All thoughts of the test flew out of his mind as he blanked

It took him almost a solid minute to realize that his arms had wrapped around you subconsciously and that you were rambling about how well he did

He snapped out of his stupor and squeezed you tightly

“You did really well too! Don’t give me all the credit.”

Tries to act nonchalant but fails miserably

His face is red but he's smiling goofily

When you pull away he already is counting down the minutes until you hug him again

Mina Ashido:

Yes yes yes

She loves affection, so when you are even slightly affectionate she wants to combust

You both were in her room doing your homework together so you could watch a movie after you were finished

She was already itching to wrap you in a hug but she wanted to at least finish some of her homework beforehand

Since you told her that she couldn’t hug you until she did

Pouting but trying her best

Once she got five questions right without a mistake you pulled her into a quick hug

Now she was really craving a cuddle

It felt like she had a mountain of work left but she pushed on as best as she could, thoughts of cuddling for the rest of the night kept her energized

Finally, finally she finished her work and was practically dragging you to her bed for snuggles

You barely got the movie turned on before she wrapped every possible limb around you, head buried in your chest

Can’t believe that she was able to make it that long without affection tbh

So dramatic

Granted, you were also surprised you could suppress it too

Considering Mina is great at hugs

They’re quite addicting

Alas, I digress

Seeing as you couldn’t move very well, you couldn’t return the love that you were receiving

“Uhh Mina?”

She hummed happily against your chest

“I want to cuddle you too”

“Huh?”

She realized the position that you were in

“Oh! Whoops”

Releasing her hold on you slightly, she moved a little to the side to make it more comfortable for you to wrap your arms around her, burying your face in her hair

She couldn’t be any more happy than this

Well, she would be if she could give you kisses too

But she’ll have to save that for later ;)

Sero Hanta:

Happy baby

But also a little shy (just a little tho)

It was break time between classes and he was standing in the hallway next to the vending machine, talking to his friends

There was only a couple minutes left before he had to get back to class but he was making the most of it

It had been a pretty chill week for everyone, all things considering

No villains, no tests

Just normal school stuff plus hero training

Everyone was quite relieved about that

The only thing is Sero hasn’t seen you in a while

Usually you hang out with Mina so, in extension, the rest of the squad as well

But you’ve been gone the last week on a trip with your relatives

You got back two days before but he only saw you in class since you had to do extra stuff to make up work

It seems that you finally got a break, though

He felt arms wind around his waist, a body pressing close to his side

Startled, he looks at the person only to recognize them immediately

You tucked yourself against him, face pressed into his neck

He could physically feel the tension leaving your body as you relaxed against him

Smiling, he wound an arm around your waist, pulling you a little in front of him before wrapping his other arm around you

“How was your week?”

You groaned

“Don’t get me started”

He chuckled lightly before going back to the conversation he was having, rubbing your back softly

Kirishima didn’t say anything, just smiled and continued talking to Sero

Kaminari wiggled his eyebrows at his friend, who, if you squinted close enough, had a faint blush on his cheeks

So maybe he was a little flustered at the sudden PDA

But he cherished every moment with you

So he didn’t mind

He only hoped he could work up the courage to properly ask you out sometime in the future

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Uh hi!!! I love your page it makes me happy! (I swear I’m not being a kiss ass your page really does) But I have a request! Can you do a fic where Fem! Reader who’s love language is basically food and physical affection (you can choose to include that or not) is having a hard time with anxiety? She stress does things too cause she feels like if she doesn’t do things for others they will hate her and Her anxiety is usually pretty bad socially but regularly not so much and now she feels like she needs to check in and make sure everything is locked and make sure her family and friends are safe and is constantly texting to ask if they are safe…and reader is usually a fun, logical, feisty, kind laid back, and dramatic person but now she is getting quiet and more irrational, and irritable, awkward (more so than usual) and she feels like shit because she feels like she is annoying everyone and it’s leaking into her body image and hurting her all around and she did her “coping”stuff (working out, drawing, world building, breathing stuff, staying busy) idk I’ve just been having a rough time. With Sero Hanta from MHA please and thank you? I hope you have a good day/ night stay safe and hydrated!

Aweeee thank you so much for the compliment <3 I am so glad it makes you happy! I am so so sorry this is late, but I hope this will make up for it :) I hope you have a good day/night as well!

Relationship: Sero Hanta x Female Reader

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Warnings: Anxiety, coping, stress, insecurity, fluff :), cute, comfort

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Cope

“Are you…okay, (Y/N)?” The frown on his face made me feel worse when he asked that question. How did he know something was up? Is he annoyed by it? Will he be annoyed by it if I tell him? I couldn’t let that happen. It’ll ruin our relationship.

“(Y/N)?” His voice brings her back to reality. The immediate questions rolling through her mind are now gone. At least, for the moment.

I give him a small smile, hoping it’ll keep his suspicion away. “I’m perfectly fine, Sero! I promise!” She reassures when his frown doesn’t change.

He gently takes my hands into his, caressing them in a comforting way. “You know you can talk to me, right? I’m here for you.” God, now I’m making him worry about me. I’m such a terrible girlfriend.

I release one of my hands from his hold, moving it to caress his cheek. “I know. I’m okay. Just stress over some…homework!” I lied. He soon nods, letting her go so they could go to class.

— — —

The day was long. Very long. I got yelled at a couple times for being on my phone, but I couldn’t help it to check up on my family. It was almost to the point of Mr. Aizawa taking my phone away. Deciding having my phone was important in case my family or friends needed me, I left it alone for the rest of class.

When I got home I said hello to my family, making sure they were okay while I was at it, and went through the house to make sure all doors and windows were locked. Then, I headed straight for my room.

Ever since the villains attacked my class at school, I have been a bit…paranoid. As much as I hate to admit it, that’s what's been going on. I constantly check on my family and friends. I'm always so cautious anywhere but my home.

And the worst thing about it, I’m pretty sure my friends are thinking I'm crazy or just are annoyed by me checking up on them all the time.

I let out a long sigh, grabbing my sketchbook to draw in to calm down. Just as the lead touched the paper, I flinched at the sudden knock on my bedroom door. It then opens to reveal Sero, the love of my life. His arms are full of snacks and drinks.

He smiles wide at me. “Hey. Figured I’d come by and check on you.” With that, he sets the snacks and drinks down on my bed and closes the door.

“Check up on me…?” I gulp. “I said I was fine, Sero! Don’t worry about me.” I smile at him.

He shakes his head. “Being your boyfriend doesn’t mean I'm not observant. I love you, (Y/N). And I care about you. I can tell something is up.”

I look down at the floor. “Is it…annoying…?” I mumbled, but he heard me clearly.

“Huh? What’s annoying?”

“Um…You being worried about me. Is it annoying for you?” I say a little louder.

His first expression was just to stare at me in disbelief. Then it moved to a smile and a light chuckle. His arms wrap around me tightly, my body instantly melting into his warmth. “Are you crazy? Of course, it’s not annoying! You are such an amazing person, (Y/N). It’s my duty as your boyfriend to worry about you sometimes.”

Tears started to spill out of my eyes as I hugged him tightly. “I-i’m sorry…”

He responds by tightening his hold a bit. “I know that fight a while back was scary. It is for all of us. Trust me.” He let’s go to the point of looking me in the eyes. “But I am always here for you. And remember that you’re training to be a hero! You are so strong.”

I smile at him once more. “You’re right…I’m sorry, Sero.”

He pats my head, messing my hair up a little bit. “Stop apologizing, would you?” He chuckles. “Eat some snacks. It’ll make you feel better.”

I nodded, grabbing my favorite snack from the pile. Sero knows me so incredibly well. I wouldn’t be able to live without him right by my side.

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