#pocket size super villain

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‘ #KNOCK(HER)OUT ! ’

ᡴꪫ‎ sum. you get more than what you bargained for by getting involved with two boxers—two boxers that can’t keep their hands off the pretty new journalist. what happens in the ring stays in the ring though…. right?

wc. 5.7k

warnings. fem! reader x t. fushiguro & s. ryōmen, boxer!au, thrēesome, manhandling, unprotected, semi public, size kink, ōral (f & m receiving), head lock, spīt, sqūirting, they fight over you, brēeding, fīngering, implied multiple ōrgasms, nipple play.

an. based on this ask, haven’t recovered since :,)

sukuna ryōmen and toji fushiguro. . .

the talk of the town. top most infamous boxers of your city, they were supposedly rivals but ended up becoming super close friends. 'friends' was probably a stretch. acquaintances was probably a far better word to describe the two. there was hardly anyone that didn’t tune into your detailed magazines about them—your occupation? a journalist. you’d be the first to write about their fights, their strengths, weaknesses, their total wins & losses, and even a few unnecessary things like their love life. you were new, but you were good. always in the front row, you’d watch them spar against some of the most scariest opponents imaginable. something about guys taking it out in the ring right before your eyes got your panties in a twist. how unprofessional..

you only did it for the money, the publicity— a lot of people adored your skill to make such stories so interesting. between toji and sukuna, they were almost always compared, and oh did they hate it. ex rivals continuously pinned against each other, it’d piss anyone off. although, you were in dire need for a new story topic to write and you just so happen to stumble into their private gym.

“yo,” a rough sly yet cunning voice mutters, and it’s so deep—you recognize it from anywhere, toji fushiguro in the flesh. “are ya lost? no fuckin’ autographs.”

“don’t be rude, ‘toj,” and your eyes avert towards sukuna— he’s a few inches taller and your eyes roam at them both. they had droplets of sweat racing down their washboard abs, scars coating their skin with ruffled hair as if they’d just finished a match. sukuna drags his feet towards you before his eyes light up. “ohh, i know you,” he snickers, grabbing your notepad before nudging his friend. “she’s our little journalist toji. and she’s a damn fine one too..”

“. . . uh,” was all you could make out, feeling a sudden tightness in your stomach. your eyes continue to stare, your lewd thoughts only become more and more vulgar. seconds pass before you realize sukuna took your notebook, toji pauses his sets to get a good look at you. “i thought this was the ladies' room.”

“girl bye,” toji grumbles with two hands buried into his shorts pockets— he reads right through you as if you were some sort of exposed novel. people said he was a lot sassier in person but you didn’t think it’d actually be true. green dark eyes linger onto you for a long time before he stretches, leaning down to get a good glimpse at your figure. “did you come here just to stare or what?”

you were taken aback at how blunt he was.

a coy grin appears on his lips as he watches you struggle to formulate a good enough response.

you were nosy, you were really really nosy. for once, perhaps you didn’t wanna just jot down things about these two— just maybe, just maybe . . you wanted a hands-on experience.

“i… needed new material for my article before the next match starts,” you utter, squeezing your thighs together. sukuna tilts his head, eyeing you in a way that makes you feel hot. toji’s stare was ten times more intimate, darkened irises practically staring right into your soul—you knew this wasn’t the bathroom, you were lying. “i was hoping maybe you’d give me some uh . . inspo.”

they were both towering over you with height, you felt small—like an ant that was preparing itself to be crushed by a villainous shoe.

“inspiration, she says?” sukuna hums, his voice is low—raspy, an almost purr hiding underneath it before he moves closer towards you. “just tell us what you really want, princess.”

“nah don’t get all shy now,” toji chimes in once he sees you grow more sheepish. they both close in on you—you felt like you were trapped in a fever dream, you weren’t exactly complaining either. they smelled so good, a mixture of sultry sweat and a loud scent of heavy cologne that wafts throughout the entire training room. “you got our attention so spit it out, girl.”

“i— i want you both.” you finally mutter after seven long consecutive seconds. with the way toji’s staring right through you, you felt like your stomach sank between your legs - your legs that were throbbing with nothing but mere arousal, again perhaps this was unprofessional. no, it was very unprofessional—but anyone would kill to be in your position, being sandwiched between the top two boxers of your city.

sukuna snickers. “both? what makes you think i’d wanna share with this bum?”

“shut up,” toji snarls, and the way his facial expressions tense a bit—so attractive. the headlines + press was right about toji, he was a lot more handsome in person. he was a fairly new boxer yet a pure lady's man. he’s had a plethora of fangirls while in the ring and maybe you were one of them. as he inches towards you with a hand softly gripping underneath your chin, he inhales. his entire facial structure, so chiseled—brief dark stubble coats the entirety lower half of his jaw and he rubs his left boxing glove against his left knee. “that really want you want? both of us?” and his voice softens. it’s a bit more pitchy and low, and he sneers. “on me, look at me when you reply too, girl.”

your lip gradually pulls down from his thumb playing against it. you felt so hot, the air suddenly felt thick.

a sudden lump gets caught in your throat before you mumble. “i want you both,” and your eyes meet the dark-haired boxer, simultaneously glancing at his attire— shirtless, boxing shorts on with his custom-made ‘fushiguro’ briefs wilting near the top—only showing the hem part. just a teensy detail like that was so enticing that you even spot a few parts of his exposing snatched waist. only after awhile you then abruptly snap out of your vulgar fantasm. “…please.”

“the real question is, pretty little journalist,” sukuna steps in, a hand stroking against your chin. you didn’t know where to even look. both boxers had their hands on you and the tightened squeezing between your plush thighs grew even more. “can you handle both?”

“yes.” you’d speak in a soft voice, most likely as of now you were probably speaking from between your legs—you didn’t care though, everyone’s a little delusional at some point. emphasis on a little in your case, because you had no idea what you were getting in to with these two.

toji snickers. “hm,” he mutters, eyes focusing on you for a long time before he raises his chin. “fine. let’s test your strength then,” and he briefly gazes at sukuna. “sukuna. we can take her ‘n the ring.”

and they mean it quite literally— taking you, the both of them versus you, except you weren’t relatively fighting.

not in that sense, but it was versus an opponent that was throbbing between your thighs.

the arena was empty, about a good hundred or more vacant blood-shot red seats scatter everywhere.

inside the ring, it was a mere raised platform, guided and shaped by strong stringy ropes that were yanking between poles at each side and corner. you lay on the spongy canvas of the ring’s floor before biting back a moan.

“scared yet?” sukuna hums, and he props himself right between your legs. this was risky—entirely risky, anyone could just walk in. besides, you were pretty sure they had a match in about a good forty-five minutes. with sprawled-out legs, he moved closer before dragging a thumb down your panties. his voice was a bit deeper than toji’s, they both shared the same amount of rasp.

sukuna had the charm, toji had the suaveness.

you shake your head, feeling yourself grow even hotter the more he stalls time. it feels warm, the entire air around you is humidly thick and you whine as he teasingly bites your panties. not enough to pierce his teeth into your folds, but he bites near the fabric—you watch, the string of your underwear slowly dragging with him. yet, you can’t help but glance at toji who’s just standing there—arms crossed and that same scowl that stuck against his face. “mhm,” he jibes, eyes flickering towards toji. “toji. she’s looking at you.”

“i know she fuckin’ is,” he grumbles, and your head tilts upward. you’re face first with his bulge that was right against your face. talk about space, it was right there. such a big bulge, who were you even kidding though—you found yourself gawking at his bulge at every match he had. with the skin-tight shorts he’d worn, you just knew he was nothing more than a packer. “nosy girl. y’er mouth bored or somethin’?” and he watches your hands paw at the hem of his tucked-out briefs. “need a bit of throat training, huh?”

sukuna’s playing with your panties still. by now, he’s peeling them towards the crevices of your thighs and you whine whilst you feel a thumb of his drag down your honeyed slit. sopping wet, just a three-second stare and he was suddenly esurient.

“look at me, not him,” toji lightly turns your head to face back up to him again. his bulge, his damn bulge that was right up against you. you nod, feeling your mouth dry—you wanted your throat to be filled, it wasn’t even a question. toji gruffs lowly, moving your chin side to side. “huuuh? girl, i don’t speak silence. thought i told ya how to use those words when you speak.”

“i- i wanna suck you off, ‘toj,” and you get cut off once he pulls his boxing shorts down halfway, bringing your face close to his briefs. you’re taken by surprise once he makes you rub your face against his hardened bulge—you moan, as if on instinct, your tongue lolls out just to taste him. even if it’s just the clothed fabric protecting his actual cock, it was something.

he scoffs. “y’er a nasty girl, huh,” he mumbles, peering down to see sukuna starting to lick against your cunt. your legs quaver upon impact and you slump back against the corner of the ring. “can’t wait, yeah. want me to train this empty throat? maybe it’ll make ya a better journalist, nosy ass.”

you’d almost laugh at his little side remark if it wasn’t for sukuna’s tongue lapping against your slick entrance. your lips part as you lean back, a hand going through his hair. “mphm,” he grunts, one hand squeezing the right part of your thigh. “sweetest taste i’ve had in a . . . looong while.” and he’s so sloppy, not even a few seconds pass before he’s already slurping. your panties were lazily shoved to the side and that’s when toji hauls down his briefs.

you gulp, damn.

he wasn’t just big, he was huge…

your mouth starts to salivate the more you stared at the swollen shaft. toji was a big guy . . hence meaning, toji he was a thick guy.

staggering height and a fat base to back it up, he had about two veins running down the side. his tip was a reddish pink, you could already taste him throbbing in your mouth. toji was quite well shaved a bit— though, it was a few specks of black hairs scattered everywhere. however, his happy trail was so pleasing to look. it roams all down his sculpted body, he sighs once you slowly wrap a hand around his cock.

“spit the fuck on it.”

five words and you didn’t hesitate to roll out your pink tongue once more.

you gather a good amount before watching it coat against his pink sweet tip. he groans, watching your hand stroke him a bit. he was so big, so fucking big that you could barely wrap your entire hand around his dick. toji groans, watching you make a total mess out of yourself. pretty glossy lips, pretty glossy lips that would soon be wrapped around his hefty length.

once you get it wet enough, you gently move your mouth onto him. he hisses, the warmth of your throat has his abs clenching.

“m-mhm,” you’d moan out, though your words were purely muffled. sukuna’s sucking on your clit, occasionally nipping and nibbling on it just to make you squirm even more. it was cute— the way your legs could barely hold still, so this was your weak spot. it’s what he thought to himself, lapping his tongue against your slick entrance. brief kisses coat near your folds before he maneuvers such circles against your pussy. feeling his canines nip against your folds every few seconds had you feral in the best way possible.

“y’er makin’ her squirm all over, ‘kuna,” toji lowly chuckles, such baritone in his voice that it makes you soak even more. you didn’t even know how it was possible with the way you were just profusely dripping like a faucet. not even—you put faucets to shame with how slick you were, quickly coating the lower part of sukuna’s chin with your syrupy taste. “open that mouth a ‘lil more, yeah . . . yeah,” and he tilts your head back a bit, prying your mouth open some more. he starts to slowly sink his cock in, so slow. the pace was incredibly tantalizing, your tongue runs against his slit before he pushed more inches inside. “fuckkk, girl,” he continues to grunt out, knees already starting to buckle. the way you took him in, hollow cheeks all puffed, you were already starting to drool a bit. small amounts of your saliva trickle past the corners of your lips as he goes deeper and deeper. deeper until his tip ends up mashing against your uvula and you gag.

“. . ooooh,” he hums, and just a simple noise as that was so seductive. “good…. good,” he swallows, a hand digging through your hair before maintaining a good grip against it. “now . . let’s test this pretty throat’s durability, hm.”

your little nod makes his sly smile widen, your jaw hangs and he starts to gradually piston his hips. such a mess, he was just so big that you were surprised all of it even fit.

“alllll the way down, shit,” your head starts to move, bobbling as your tongue swiftly running against his pulsating head. he gnashes his teeth together, dim eyes flickering towards your hands. you were feeling hot yourself so you made a cute attempt at reaching between your legs. doing so only greets you to a soft concise smack.

“hands to yourself, silly girl,” sukuna grumbles, and this time he grabs your wrist. he simpers, watching you try to even still rub one out but with his grip, you weren’t getting anywhere. as your mouth was occupied with such inches, you whimper once you feel sukuna spank your cunt a few times. “don’t touch my pussy.”

one turns into two, then three, then four. . .

your pretty cunt starts to become his new obsession—the way you’d squelch for him so easily, he gets hard in his boxers. so wet, he knows the layout as if he’s so used to doing this. you wouldn’t be surprised, especially with a tongue like he had. lapping left and right, he parts your legs just a bit farther before the tip of his tongue swirls all around it. he lays it flat, getting a good enough taste before giving it yet another mean spank.

you whimper, feeling your tummy cave in before toji makes you face him once more. “eyes up here, eyes on me,” and he sounds almost jealous the more you focus your attention strictly on his boxer acquaintance. you’re still stroking him, a thumb sliding down a vein that prods alongside his shaft and he groans. your throat, so warm that he starts to feel his right thigh bounce. “should be . . usin’ this throat for shit like this instead of running that mouth.” his voice pitches lower, boxer shorts pulled down and his hair was slightly ruffled. you stare up at toji and he gives you that same cunning smirk. oh, you were soaked. again, this simply felt like a fever dream. even if at the slightest chance that you were dreaming, you never wanted to wake up.

toji’s quite talkative throughout the entire thing, sukuna’s dragging you further and further onto your incoming release and your legs start to rapidly shake even more. you whine and mewl out such sweetened moans, occasionally coming back up for air as you kept his cock warm in your mouth. each time it hits the roof of your mouth, you let off a straddled noise and he finds it so cute, so filthy.

“relax y’er throat, girl,” he mutters, a firm grip on your scalp. with glossy eyes, you follow his words and you stop gagging a bit. he grunts, getting hard every time your pretty eyes make direct contact with him. “such a pretty girl when you listen.” and his tone gets a bit more sensual, more tender.

you whine, feeling sukuna insert a single finger inside of you—you swallow his digit almost immediately and you cringe at hearing your own salaciously lewd squelches.

soaking, sopping wet,

three perfect words to describe between your legs, you choke out a moan once you feel that sensation brew right up inside your stomach. steadily, it was coming closer and closer. you’re breathing through your nose—feeling a few of his pubic hairs tickle against you. you’re moaning, eyes becoming half-lidded and droopy. toji had a mere pout stretching against his face and he felt himself coming close too.

the icing on the cake was your tongue, the way you swirl and slide it against his frenulum—he groans out a low grunt that rings throughout the arena. it reverberates, it's raspy and it only makes you even more aroused. “s-shit, you close too?”

you nod, and toji jeers, finding it amusing to taunt with you as you’re about to reach your inevitable peak. “yeah? gonna make a mess on ‘kuna’s face?”

“told ya don’t call me that,” sukuna grouses, resuming to pump not one but two fingers into you now—you’re almost there. it’s a hot feeling stirring up near your lower abdomen, a pool of it. your eyes start to roll, still slobbering down toji’s cock before he starts to thrust and thrust into your mouth.

“make me.” toji stared at him—and the both of them grew quiet before laughing with each other.

idiots.

your maw opens just a bit wider, and he’s shoving himself in and out of your tight throat—the noises that follow are so lewd, he finds you so pretty like this. mascara all smeared and runny, your hand continues to wrap around his length—his sagged base, so full. you start to salivate again, imagining what his taste was like. you craved it like you crave sweets, sukuna’s tongue running against your clit only made things far more intense before you start to convulse.

“f-fuckkk, ‘m gonna cum,” toji rasps, tilting your head back a bit more. you stare at him, tongue still grazing against the pulsing slit before after a few more pumps—he shoots a nice velvety load into your mouth. he grunts lowly, nostrils flaring up, jaw tightening and all. “. . damn,” he swallows, allowing himself to slow down. you end up finishing around the same time, costing sukuna’s mouth with a honeyed amount of your slick and he hums. you whimper, legs barely able to hold themselves up before you feel toji’s dick pour the remnants of his cum flat on your tongue. “nah, don’t fuckin’ swallow yet. stick it out, lemme see that shit.”

your legs felt like they were about to fall off, sukuna’s kissing near your now swollen entrance and you slowly loll out your tongue. obeying, you didn’t exactly swallow yet and he hums. “best savor that shit,” he groans, giving his veiny cock a few subtle strokes before he smacks his angry tip against your tongue. “and where’s my thank you for the meal, baby?”

“t—thwak y—you toji,” you speak, barely coherent with his seed splattered all on your tongue. you didn’t wanna spill any, and if you did—you didn’t wanna stick around to find out his reaction.

“yeah,” he huffs. “you can swallow now. get every drop in.”

sukuna moves towards you, you’re still laid on the ring’s mat before he softly wraps a hand around your throat. “hey. don’t let this bastard have all the fun, i want a taste too,” and you're taken by surprise once he pulls you into a deep steamy kiss. you moan, feeling him quite literally take your breath away. your tongue drags against sukuna’s chin, the bitterness. a concoction mixture of your saliva and his mixes, and you whine once he snakes a hand up your blazer. you taste yourself on his tongue and it’s so dirty, hot breaths mash against each other, teeth gnashing, and only then do you feel his cunning smirk.

“no one told you to hog her,” toji grumbles, pulling you back towards him. you briefly gasp for air and they both stare at each other, then you. “tell me, baby. who’d you think win in a fight? me or this . . . thing.”

sukuna glares.

“i don’t … know,” you pant out, heaving from your current orgasm—so cute, yet you only wanted more. from kissing sukuna to having your throat entirely filled, you didn’t know which was better. “can we finish?”

“aw, is someone impatient?” sukuna titters, and you stare at his glistening body—beads of sweat race down his precious v-line, the ideal body for a boxer. you just couldn’t stop staring at his pecs, so chiseled. you even thought his pictures were edited, but seeing them up close . . you wanted him, you wanted both of them. “hm. how ‘bout this? we teach you a few ah, moves. full nelson to start, ‘s pretty easy.”

easy, sure.

with it all being easy, you’d least expect to be put into a full nelson position. a mere popular wrestling position, although you’d be performing it with no one other than sukuna.

he’d have you slump back against him, hooking both arms underneath your thighs as you’re taking such mean thrusts from him. time and time again, you’re spasming out. mouth all open, saliva running down the very corners of your lips before you moan. “s—sukuna, oh my godddd,” and you glance up at toji who’s got a cute pout, stroking himself. you lost count of the time, it’s probably been about a good thirty-three minutes by now, thirty plus minutes of various teeth shattering orgasms. your head hits back against him and each time his tip smacks against your cervix, you short circuit. “fuck, fuck, right there, hit it thereee.”

“you coachin’ me how to fuck, dumb girl?” he chortles with a groan shortly following—he was so deep, the heftiness of his base taps against you each time you bounce back against his cock. he sucks his teeth, the way you easily took him had him groaning all up against your ear. “gotta get a little more stretchy, we gotta . . hah, work on your flexibility too, huh.”

“sukuna hurry the fuck up. watching you fuck my girl ‘s boring as shit,” toji grouses, pumping his cock into his fist every few seconds—you stare and he’s so needy, you could tell. his scowl he had earlier forms into a cute pout, dark eyebrows furrowing together and he’s growing impatient.

you caught that though. ‘my’ girl.

who would have thought toji . . the womanizing boxer who’s never had time for any woman throughout his career would start batting for you?

“your girl?” sukuna snickers, resuming to hold your legs up a bit further. he reaches so deep, that your stomach starts to seize and your maw drops. hooded eyes, your lashes flutter and you felt continuous strained breaths get yanked from your lungs. “your girl yet she’s gettin’ fucked by me? the better boxer?”

toji snarls, and he kneels to kiss you. you moan, barely able to return the gesture since you were in the midst of taking sukuna. with being gifted with such sharp thrusts, you dig your nails into his thighs before running tangling your tongue alongside toji’s. his breath was warm, you whine once you feel one of his hands stroke your cheek.

“aha, look at him. already whipped before me,” sukuna snickers, feeling you sink and gape around him—he stretched you out so good already, it was so relentless. each time you bounce back against his lap, the ringing in your ears grows louder and louder. he feels his dick twitch inside you. seeing you make out with toji irks him a bit before he spanks your ass—the recoil making him even more aroused than before. sukuna hums, seeing the current pout on toji’s face before nodding, “aw. toji wants a turn too, yeah? don’t ya . . big guy?” and he intakes a breath, your pussy constricting around his length as sukuna pulls you further to slam back and forth against him. you’re moving against him now as his dick jackhammers right into your gummy was. your mouth idly dangles with your tongue stil shamelessly lolled out. a raw moan rips from the back of your throat at the pure feeling of utter bliss.

so thick, so girthy—you gasp once you feel his fingers tend towards your neglected tits. toji shortly follows, a hand going between your thighs. your cunt was all stuffed of sukuna, feeding your swollen pussy was so many inches. “hngh, f-fuck, fuckkk,” you’d whine between wet, saturated kisses. toji purposely feels against your folds, all stuffed and sopping wet. he rubs a thumb against your slick entrance as your legs were just about to give out. “toji, m-more. need you to touch me more.”

“you don’t need shit, little girl,” he corrects you, squeezing your lips together before presses a kiss against it. you moan, your ass stinging every few seconds from the stings of sukuna’s palm making direct contact against your ass cheek. spank after spank, oh how he adores the jiggle. he could watch it all day, even in slow motion if he could. “such a cute thing though, had the nerve to say you thought our training room was the fuckin’ ladies' room.”

you cringe once he repeats that. the same ringing going through your ears once more. your ears perk, hearing sukuna’s raspy grunts against the shells of your lobes before you start to stammer, “toji, touch me.”

“i’ll touch this messy body when i wanna,” he gruffs, leaning to nip kisses near your neck. sukuna’s still holding you up—you’re like a rag doll, eyes goggling from the stretch before you start to feel it. not your orgasm, but something entirely different. it was a new type of pressure, sweet whiny moans emit out of you before you feel sukuna’s rude tip thrash against your g-spot again, and again, and again..

toji’s thumb softly strokes underneath your neck as he pulls you into a short kiss. you whimper, pulling away before spreading your legs a bit further.

“i— something’s coming, i f-feel tingly.”

sukuna roughly laughs against your ear, seemingly getting what you were implying. “yeah, gonna make another mess on us, princess? oh. i mean on me, heh?”

you shudder, your pussy feeling entirely stuffed and your eyes merely roll way back. he fit nice and snug, you bare around him before a whine drags out your throat. so deep, so so deep, you’re spasming—each relentless piston of his hips makes you whine louder. a feeling that was purely euphoric welts right against you, and you’re laid all back against sukuna’s bare chest, riding him in reverse. “c-choke me, ‘kuna, choke me, please.”

“want me to put you in a headlock, yeah,” he whispers to you in a rough low voice. you moan, feeling him lick against your earlobe before toji strokes your cheek. you could tell he wanted a turn too, the pout on his lips stretching even further. you’re nodding against him before your cunt gapes more. “sure. i’ll let you in on what my opponents feel, pretty girl.”

you moan, his voice was so low up against your ear, you’re about to cum. or were you, you swallow thickly despite having a sudden dry throat— voice all raspy and strained from moaning for such a duration that your head’s woozy. it feels too good, your thighs ache and quaver before you feel a beefy arm wrap around your neck. “upsie daisy, thereee we go,” and he scoots you on his lap just a bit farther. he’s buried to the hilt. you moan, toji pulling you into the nth kiss of the night, lips moving in pure tandem. just when you’re about to finish, you feel him rub against your stuffed cunt once more. yet that’s only when you decide to move your hands towards the boxers . . . nipples.

“t-the fuck,” he grunts in a hoarse tone, his voice was suddenly a bit shaky. it was cute—you couldn’t lie to yourself, you found yourself staring at toji’s chest way more often than you should. practically always shirtless, his pecs were huge. such pink swollen nipples, you slide a thumb against it and he shivers from your touch. “fuckin’ weirdo. ‘m sensitive there, s-shit.”

he doesn’t tell you to stop—instead, he grips your hair not so tightly but firmly. you look up at him, speaking in a tiny yet sheepish tone. “can— can i?”

“can ya what?” he grits, watching as sukuna continues to feed your cunt of his cock — you were just about to burst, you felt it and your toes clench and curl all up. so cute.

with a thumb still sliding against his pecs tenderly, you murmur. dilated pupils flicker towards his chest, then back up at him. “. . can,” you huff out in short breaths, tummy seizing, breathing hot and heavy. “can i suck on them?”

“no you can’t fuckin’ suck on them. what kinda question is tha—”

“toji, don’t be fuckin’ mean. you claim she’s your girl so let her suck your tits, big guy.” sukuna chimes in, releasing his soft grip against your neck. you gasp, leaning way back against him now. he was so warm pent up against you—you whimper out, sukuna leans against your ear and he starts to talk you through your incoming orgasm. “right? wanna make toji a little whiny bitch?”

“shut the fuck up,” he rasps, and his pecs literally stare at you—so beefy, you could have sworn they twitched. he groans, watching you give him such eyes before he inches closer towards you, bending down. “…….fine. whatever.”

still grinding against sukuna’s lap, you hold toji’s pecs before latching your tongue against it. his face scrunches up and it’s so cute, for whatever reason, the way your tongue curls against his perky nipples feels … good. awkwardly, he pulls your head closer towards his chest, eyeing closely as you briefly start to suck. as usual, you were so sloppy too—moaning up against his sensitive skin, rolling your tongue all against his nipple.

“nasty little g—girl,” he chokes out.

you glance up at him, parting your lips away before he makes you go back to tending to his tense nipples. “i didn’t tell you to stop. use y’er fuckin’ tongue some more. and stare at me while you do that . . . weird shit.”

toji’s voice significantly pitches and you’re so into it that you don’t even realize that before you know it, you end up squirting. everything comes at once, you’re pulsing with sukuna’s cock still twitching vigorously inside you and you whimper, mouth still sucking onto toji’s tits nipples. low laughter could be heard from behind you, and it’s all so much. your pussy was equivalent to a waterpark, gushing out all into sukuna’s lap. “fuckkk, princess,” he chortles, slowing down your hips and he ends up finishing a few seconds after you.

when he came inside, it came out quite a lot too. a hefty amount, it came out in ropes to where he paints the entirety of your womb. so warm from the inside, your tummy briefly caves in and your legs felt like mush.

“heh, did you just squirt?” sukuna points out, cock still twitching inside but he just lies still. you’re stretched out literally on the mat, seeing pure stars— the lights of the arena merely blinding you before you lie back against him. “a squirter and you’re tapping out already? aw boo. ‘n here i thought you could handle a few more rounds in the ring, princess.”

“i— i can,” you protest, parting your lips away from toji’s sheeny pecs. your lips were spit-glossed, he stared at you before squatting down to stare at the mess right between your legs. so messy, sukuna lifts you off of him and it just pours right down between your thighs. “i can go for more.”

toji hums, taking a quick three-second glance at his watch. “five fuckin’ minutes, ‘s all you’ll get with . . me,” and it’s cute because a mere pink forms on his face.

he’s still embarrassed from you sucking on his nipples that he tries to act all tough—but that only makes his tone quaver even more. “match’s gonna start soon. sukuna, let’s take her both.”

he snickers, pulling your shirt that was tucked underneath your blazer all the way up.

“both?” and sukuna lifts you to sit on top of toji, straddling him. you were being preparing to be overly stuffed with not one but two cocks. you fall face forward into toji’s broad chest, the coldness of his chain that wraps around his neck brushes against your skin before he helps you align yourself.

you moan, feeling sukuna get behind too—you gulp, toji’s fondling your breasts that almost poke out through your unbuttoned shirt whilst sukuna was behind. you’d be taking them both— one in each hole. “can you handle us both at the same time, pretty girl? toji’s known for his record of lasting a good ah . . . two solid rounds.”

toji glares, feeling himself start to open you up again. with his plump crownhead of his cock, he splits you open, and he is a tad thicker than sukuna—you moan, wrapping flimsy arms around him before sukuna enters from behind with toji focusing on the front. “shut up. you say that ‘n act like i won’t k.o. you right now.”

“oh yeah?” sukuna cavils, and you gasp, landing on the cold canvas with an 'oof' once the boxer lightly places you down. you pout—glancing up at the two of them who were having a face off at a time like this. sukuna already pulled out and they stared each other down before toji slyly smiles. “is that a fact?” and for a brief moment, he leers down at toji’s sheeny lips— the dark-haired boxer slides his tongue against his scar before humming.

“don’t play, you know it is,” he replies, giving you one ogle before turning back towards his rival. “y’know, ‘kuna. you sure talk a lot of shit but you couldn’t even pin me down if you tried.”

sukuna rasps lowly, inching closer before they were inches apart—you thought they were gonna kiss at this rate. oh, something like this would be such a good inspiration for the headlines.

“if you wanted my attention, should have said so,” sukuna sneers, rubbing his hand that was carefully wrapped up in a white bandage against his slim torso. “besides, i think we all know who can last more rounds.”

“did you two just forget about me—?” you furrow your eyebrows, literally still soaked and laid against the corner of the ring. they shoot you a glance before turning back towards each other.

toji scoffs back at sukuna, ignoring you. “prove it then. pin me the fuck down, hot shot.”

“bend the fuck over then, big guy. we’ll show the pretty journalist who’s gonna win this night’s match. round fuckin’ one.”

[sehtoast]

Pocket Pal (tiny!Homelander x OC)

18+ | 2k | tiny!Homelander, micro/macro, oral sex, he gets wild with it | Fic Directory

These stupid fucking super villains and their stupid fucking gimmicks!

Homelander is the strongest man in the world, and now? Now he’s lost inside of his own suit, tangled up somewhere between padding and fabric that won’t let even a smidge of light filter through.

It’s the sound of squeaky complaints that helps Ben figure out which sleeve he’s caught in.

The web-head arrived just as it happened. Some new villain running around calling herself Minimizer managed to pull a fast one on Homelander, completely shrinking his body.

“I’m going to ram through her fucking skull!” He shrieks, standing stark naked in Ben’s palm. His eyes burn with rage, and his fury increases tenfold when Benjamin giggles.

“Oh man,” the bug chuckles. He marvels at Homelander’s size. He runs roughly the length from the heel of Ben’s hand to the tip of his middle finger– maybe just a bit more. “You’re so tiny…”

“Shut the fuck up!” Homelander bellows, though his voice rings higher to the larger world. “It’s not fucking funny!”

Ben shakes his head, biting back a smile.

“Benjamin, I swear to fucking Christ!”

This was horrible. There was a crowd forming, and he’d fear for his real body being on every screen in the world if not for the way Ben shielded him with cupped hands. Everyone’s getting pictures and videos of his suit piled in the street, of Spidey crouched down, speaking to something in his hands. Any fucking idiot could put two and two together, and now the world will know he’s weak.

Homelander’s fury quells the slightest bit when Benjamin ruffles his hair with his thumb.

“Alright, alright,” Ben relents. He brings his hands to the neckline of his suit, allowing Homelander to crawl inside for the ride. “Look, we’ll get back home and see what the verdict on this is, yeah?”

He grumbles, but agrees. Minimizer had run off anyway, and this was only drawing out the public spectacle. Homelander watches Ben gather his suit and boots, and they take off together.

Dr. Edi, head of the medical ward, checks him over. She finds no humor in his condition, but reassures the both of them that Vought’s records indicate Minimizer’s powers are a temporary effect. Most of her victims are back to normal within five or so days, and all they had to do was wait it out.

There are no reasonable clothes that fit his tiny form, and his eyes burn a fierce red when Ben mentions those Barbie Ken dolls having stuff that might work. In the end, they both realize it’s easier if he just runs around naked.

Homelander’s entire schedule is cleared for his ‘recovery.’ Ben’s as well, especially once Homelander threatened to crawl inside Ashley’s head and piss on her brain if she didn’t free the web-head’s time.

For the duration of his recovery, Homelander rides around on either Ben’s head or shoulder wherever they go. And sure, he can fly, but he finds this much more enjoyable. It’s kind of fun seeing the world from Ben’s point of view, and he likes that he can throw himself entirely on top of his little spider and be held from head to toe. Ben has always doted on him, but he does so especially now that he’s tiny.

Homelander hangs on to Ben’s hair as the web-head makes them dinner. It’s the first time in his life he’s given a shit about cooking, and it’s almost hypnotizing to watch Ben throw everything together and make something out of nothing.

Benjamin makes him a special dish. All of his food is sliced and diced just enough to be workable for his little mouth. Sure, he doesn’t have to eat, but Ben always insists he does anyway. Now was no different, and it stirred something warm in Homelander’s angry little heart to know Ben cared enough to adapt everything for him.

They eat and conversate as if nothing is different. At the end, Homelander floats up to take his spot on Ben’s shoulder, leaning and nuzzling against the side of his neck. Ben thumbs at his tiny shoulder before seeing to the clean up.

The pair had to find a method for Homelander to take showers. Sure, he was tiny, but that didn’t mean he was going to shirk his strict hygiene routines. Flying under the stream of pelting water took more effort than it was worth, and it was far easier to let Ben hold him throughout the process. Scented products became a hell far worse than ever before, and Ben had to use only the special unscented soaps Homelander typically used on himself.

It took a whole debacle to realize Homelander was better off scooping shower product out of Ben’s palm instead of attempting a pea sized squeeze of product.

“Well, you’re definitely clean,” Ben had told him the first time they tried to pour soap into his little hands. Homelander had to be rinsed under the water after the body wash flowed too fast and drenched him. He griped about how humiliating the ordeal was for the rest of the night. If nothing else, at least Ben giving him a fully body massage as he lathered him with his thumbs was near fucking orgasmic.

Ben found that the best solution for drying Homelander after showers was to simply use a blow dryer. Initially, the two tried to just use a washcloth, but it was like attempting to dry off with a king sized blanket. Plus, the sight of Homelander pretending he wasn’t shivering from the cold was pitiful, so Ben picked the next best thing.

He liked it, too. Sitting under the current of warm air, not even caring how messed up his hair got. It felt so fucking nice to just lay back in Ben’s palm and let himself be spoiled endlessly. Lifting his legs so that the air could hit every little crevice on his body, chuckling at Ben’s own laughter at the act.

“I’m starting to think you like being small,” Ben teases as he fans the dryer back and forth.

“Maybe I just like when you spoil me.” Homelander shouts over the whir of the dryer. “Should do it more often. Like, way more often.”

He finds he enjoys sleeping curled up in Ben’s palm at night. It’s warm, and he can hug a finger or two if he’s feeling inclined. Of course, this opens the door for mischief.

It wasn’t a surprise for Ben when he woke to find Homelander humping against his middle finger. In fact, this was exactly what he expected. Wasn’t often Homelander could go a night without sex, and Ben imagined it would be no different now.

Homelander’s little groans were the cutest. They still carried that faint squeakiness that his tiny voice had, and he was certainly unashamed to let them ring free.

“Havin’ fun?” Ben asks with a sleepy smirk. “Can’t believe you got a new boyfriend already.”

“Veeery funny. Homelander leans his head back to stare at his little spider. “I dunno if he’s a keeper, though. Not a single hole on this guy to fuck.”

That earns him a sweet giggle from Ben.

“Lay back, then.” Ben instructs. He watches Homelander position himself just right, then juts out the tip of his tongue to ghost it from sack to tip. He hears Homelander hiss. “Too much?”

Homelander shakes his head and shivers. “More…”

Ben swipes his tongue a second time, laving over him with more pressure. He licks back and forth, feeling Homelander writhe beneath his tongue. It’s messy, and probably looks absolutely ridiculous, but John sings his pleasure louder than in any blowjob in the past.

“O-Oh, fuck!” He gasps, little hips thrusting up against the wet heat. “Mmph, god, so good! D-Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t–” He cries out harshly as he spills, body locking tight and hot as each pulse of pleasure ripples through him. “Don’t s-stop!” He babbles over and over again, thrusting as little spurts of come coat his lower body and Ben’s tongue until he simply lays there limp.

After that night, Ben’s tongue became his favorite thing in the world. Whether that meant his little spider would curl it up into a hole for him to fuck or just simply let him straddle and grind on it, he fucking loved it. It wasn’t uncommon for him to float up and wedge between Ben’s lips, lower body trapped inside paradise itself as he was licked to completion over and over again until Ben’s jaw would hurt.

Even better than that was the time he discovered he could return the favor. It wasn’t hard to slink down Ben’s sleeping body and find just what he was looking for. He embraced Ben’s clit, licking the head of it on one side while rubbing his palm over the other. He felt every throb, heard every little clench around his love’s gathering arousal as he worked. Once that nub was finally nice and hard, he made his way inside Benjamin’s cunt.

What a gift it was to be able to writhe around in his slick, touching his walls, licking them, grinding against them. He was snug inside and used his flight powers to fuck his body in and out of the warm canal. Each time, he rubbed his palms flat against Ben’s sweet spot.

He could hear Ben groaning and could tell he was beginning to squirm in his sleep. He planned to finish the job before the sunlight could wake Ben first. Homelander increased his pace, fucking back and forth, body utterly drenched in arousal. The glide of his body against Ben’s walls stimulated him, and he found himself coming hard when Benjamin’s cunt finally pulsed around him, squeezing him so deliciously.

A hand was there to greet him when he slipped free, lifting him like a naughty kitten to be scolded for such mischief.

Though he actually received praise instead, much to his satisfaction.

By the end of the fifth day, he was back to being upset about his stature. It must have been at least every hour that he–

“It should have fucking worn off by now!” He says with wide eyes. “What if I’m stuck like this? Jesus Christ, what if I’m like this for the rest of my life!?”

Ben shushes him, thumbing softly at the top of his head. “Worrying is just going to make it worse, Johnny.” He coos sweetly. “I’m sure things like this are gonna be case by case, y’know?”

“Bring me back to the med wing,” he orders. “She has to fix this or–”

“She can’t, babe. Remember?” Ben settles his open hand behind where Homelander sits on his chest, wordlessly offering for him to lean back. “It’s gonna have to happen naturally, okay? She said it’s always been temporary.”

“D’you have any idea how fucking humiliating this is?” He seethes.

“I mean…” Ben arches a brow. “Kinda? I guess?”

“No,” he points accusingly, “you don’t. So stop acting like this is nothing to worry about!”

Ben merely lets him continue on his tirade as they lay on the couch together. Sometimes Homelander just needs to have a tantrum, and this is no different. The TV fills the spaces between his rants until he simmers down and sits grumpily with his arms crossed.

He grumbles, but eventually drags Ben’s hand to lay overtop of him for warmth.

They end up sleeping there for the night, and it’s peaceful until, out of nowhere, Benjamin is roused from his rest by a sudden pressure on his body. His eyes open in shock, ready to deal with an attack, only to be met with relief.

There, sleeping peacefully, is John, full sized and back to normal. He seems to have not even noticed the shift in his sleep, but is certainly elated when Ben wakes him.

“Finally!” Homelander grins, still stark naked and proud as a peacock. “Now,” he says, grasping Ben’s hand, leading him toward the bedroom. “We got some lost time to make up for, and you deserve a little something for helping me out.”

Much as he was thrilled to see John back in good spirits, Ben admittedly was going to miss his pocket pal.

Ah, well. Minimizer’s still out there, right?

Who’s to say there’s never gonna be a next time?

[lou-struck]

Little Heroes

Featuring: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Eijirou Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, and Shoto Todoroki...

~Here’s how I think the BNHA guys would respond to being shrunk down by a quirk.

~ This is pretty similar to the series I did for Obey Me and a couple of you thought It would be fun to do with BNHA so here we are.

Katsuki Bakugo~

He hates it so much, everyone around him so is much bigger than him and he is being babied. 

 When you try to put him in your pocket he starts squirming and shouting obscenities at anyone who is staring at him. He fires off little explosions with his quirk, but they are so little they tickle your skin like tiny pop-its. He’s like an adorable little firecracker.

You are the only person he is comfortable enough with to relax in his tiny state. As you walk he is able to conceal himself and whisper as many snarky comments in your ear as you want. It becomes alittle difficult to pretend you don't hear him insult the people walking past you.

When he is back to normal, you are forbidden to ever speak of this ‘little’ mishap ever again.

Izuku Midorya~

He doesn't leave your side at first. Instead he is content to just happily ride around in your hands and  on your shoulder enjoying the closeness between the two of you. But as he gets morecomfortable in his tiny state. He begins to wander farther and farther away from you. 

Eventually, you cannot see the little green head of your boyfriend and you begin to panic that someone will step on him. or he will get stuck somewhere you can't get to. Suddenly he comes out from under the couch dragging a few lost things out. As you examine each on he puffs up like a proud little dog showing off his prizes.

Shoto Todoroki~

When the smoke cleared he was so confused. The villain was encased in a mini glacier but it towers over him and he wonders if he overdid it.

 Why was everything so big all of the sudden?

It wasn't until you reached down and scooped him up in your hands that he realized that its wasn't the world that was so big, he was just so small. He isn't really bothered by it and enjoys all the contact he has with you.

The feeling of being safe in your hands fills the void of physical touch he has experienced in his youth and he won't budge from you for a second. When his tiny tummy starts to rumble as softly asks if he could have a bowl of cold soba. You don't find it in yourself to deny him when he looks so adorable.

As you get it he wonders what it would be like to jump into the bowl.

Eijirou Kirishima~

As everyone towers above him, he doesn't feel very manly...

The Villian’s shrinking quirk has left him feeling small, one misstep by someone and he would be squashed. 

Even if he goes unbreakable it wouldn't protect him from the sheer weight of everything around you. But when he sees you rush over to him and scoop him up his big heart feels like it is about to flutter out of his tiny chest.

On the way home, you promise to stay with him until the effect wears off and he is back to his full size. 

Normally, Kiri is super clingy after when he gets home so it's no surprise that he wants to ride around on your shoulder as you move about the house. You have no objection to doing so since normally you are the one who is usually being carried and held by him.

Once he is back to normal he will definitely return the favor and carry you bridal style wherever you may need to go.

Denki Kaminari~

Denki likes this a bit too much.

Not only does he get to be taken care of by you, he gets to enjoy all the advantages of being small, cute, and handsome. He considers himself your personal assistant while you work, giving your phone a little charge here and there, and munching on a kernel of popcorn.

He is so entertaining to watch as he builds little forts out of the items on your desk that you forget about the paperwork you are supposed to be doing.

Once you are done you sit down to watch a movie, he sits comfortably on your lap and teases you relentlessly. 

He feels so content to be taken care of that he can't wait to turn back to full size to treat you just as well, maybe build a fort big enough for the both of you.

[ravioliet]

more Odd Squad oc posting! here are my main silly guys :D

character lore under the read more because i just know i'm gonna go on a whole ramble and don't want to make the post super long

so both of these guys are from precinct 73559 (which is the precinct we made for our ocs), Oriole is the creature room director and Orion is of course the branch manager. both of them are relatively new to the precinct, having been transferred there together just before Okiku stated working there (Okiku is @/dragonroar87's agent character btw! i consider her a main character which is why i'm using her as a reference for the timeline lol), and they are also quite close and consider each other as best friends (hence the bracelets) because before Orion was promoted and they were transferred the two of them were actually partners in the investigation department! although most agents in 73559 don't know this so they're just left to wonder why Oriole is always hanging around their manager's office and why she calls him Orion instead of Mr. O

personality-wise the two of them are pretty much opposites of each other and they definitely fit the whole 'silly partner and serious partner' pattern that canon kinda has, with Oriole being the more energetic and silly one and Orion being the more quiet and serious one, although their personalities and energy kinda rub off on each other when they're together.

Orion himself is like that introverted person who keeps taking leadership positions for some reason even though he doesn't particularly like public speaking or anything like that, because someone has to do it. he is actually a good leader though even though he doesn't realize it a lot of the time (he has a pretty bad case of imposter syndrome), and he cares about his agents a lot. he also happens to be a pretty big nerd which Oriole teases him about. he's also been through some pretty traumatic stuff and is a pretty anxious person as well, but he doesn't talk about any of that usually (i'll go into detail about it later but for now i'll just say that Oriole was not his first partner. do with that information what you will)

Oriole on the other hand is just a silly little guy full of joyous whimsy. she is very eager to learn things and to solve problems, but she has some chaotic tendencies and when she isn't causing problems on purpose she tends to cause them on accident instead, and she always manages to fix them in the end but that doesn't stop her from getting into trouble. she ended up transferring to the creature department after Orion was promoted because during the series of events leading up to that she was noticed for her talent in dealing with creatures, so in a way she and Orion were kinda promoted at the same time and i love that for them tbh. she enjoys her job very much, but she also still kinda multiclasses in investigation sometimes to help with cases and basically serves as an unofficial third partner to Okiku and Oceane a lot of the time. she has a few creatures that she calls her companion creatures that she's trained and she likes to bring them with her on cases and send out at villains like they're pokemon, the main one being a size-changing feathered snake/serpent dragon creature that she named Updog (she LOVES using the updog joke on people btw) and due to their shrinking ability Updog hangs out in one of her pockets usually. a few of her other creature names include names such as Mister President (so she can say things like "Mister President get off of the table!" or "the President ate my paperwork sorry"), Gazebo, and Periscope

[goldenraeofsun]

Day 14: All for you

One of these days, Dean is going to break the Good Guy Code and straight-up murder the Angel.

“You can’t kill him,” Sam says wearily as he takes pieces of Dean’s body armor to pack away in its special case.

“Just watch me.”

Sam rolls his eyes, frowning as Dean hands him the chestplate. “Is this a bullet hole?”

“It’s a dent from a bullet.”

“You said it didn’t get you!”

“I said I wasn’t hurt, which is true.” Dean sits on the couch in Sam’s home office to wrestle off his combat boots. He straightens up just to get hit with bitchface #5.

“Vigilantism has no room for semantics,” Sam says, also very bitchily.

Dean grimaces. “Are we done here?”

Sam waves him off, and Dean stalks up to his room. 

The old Winchester mansion shows its age in the creaky stairs, dusty corners, and windows permanently fogged over with grime. 

To the rest of the world, the Winchester heirs gave up their fortune to various charities (not that their millions-bordering-on-a-billion did enough). Sam, the youngest, went to medical school to become a stand up member of society. The oldest, though, he squandered the rest they had left on extravagant vacations and lavish parties. 

Dean flops down on his bed with a groan. Only three years as a vigilante, and he feels thirty years older. Sammy’s going to have to replace both his knees soon. And maybe a hip. 

Maybe Sammy should just take all his bones out at this point and replace them with titanium. Dean would finally be able to keep up with the Angel, at least.

He rolls over, staring up at the mahogany ceiling of his bedroom. 

The Angel blew into Lawrence a year ago, packed full of super strength and badass feathered wings, making cryptic remarks about divine plans for humanity and shit. Within a month, he got a fanclub/religious cult to follow him around and give the guy a complex the size of Niagara Falls. 

Dean simply added him to his villain-of-the-week list – until the Angel blinded fifteen fishermen in the harbor. He said it was the work of “demons”, but all Dean knew was that the crew went out to sea with all their eyeballs intact and came back with 20/infinity vision.

Six months ago, the psycho escalated to setting an entire neighborhood on fire to kill an apparent “witch”.

Dean stopped him in time, but it was a close fucking call.

This year, though, the Angel abruptly changed his tune. Dean used to catch him kidnapping random civilians and the occasional assault. Now, he’s far more likely to find him rescuing cats from trees and Timmy from down the well. It makes Dean’s blood boil. 

What the hell is he up to?

The question has been circling Dean’s brain for far too long.

* * *

Dean ducks out of the gala, checking his phone for police alerts. 

“Mr. Winchester!”

Dean swiftly pockets his phone and turns, plastering a bland smile on his face before he sees the newcomer. “Oh, it’s you,” he says sourly.

Cas hurries up the marble stairs, dodging other departing patrons, sticking out like a sore thumb in his boxy trench coat and off-the-rack suit among all the tuxedos and designer gowns. “Do you have a comment about tonight’s fundraiser?”

Dean rolls his eyes. “Can’t you make one up?”

Cas bristles, all offended like he gets every time Dean tells him to get lost or pass off someone else’s words as Dean’s. “That would violate my journalistic integrity.” 

“Dude, you cover human interest puff pieces,” Dean says scornfully. “Nobody cares.”

“I care,” Cas says, stung.

Dean crosses his arms over his chest. “For fifteen grand a plate, the shrimp was dry.” He raises an eyebrow. “Happy?”

Cas makes a face like Dean personally force fed him a dozen dry-ass shrimp. “That’s hardly a –”

“That’s all you’re getting,” Dean says sternly. 

Cas – Castiel – Carpenter has been a pain in his ass since he caught up with Dean outside Dick Roman’s last New Years Eve party. He hounded Dean for a quote, following him all the way from Roman’s lobby to the street, waiting with Dean for his car to arrive. He kept asking about Roman’s plans to scrap affordable housing developments near the river in favor of luxury condos.

Dean, with a few too many drinks in his stomach, told him Roman could learn a thing or two from the Scooby Gang. Real estate scams never seem to end well in Carver City. 

The Winchesters, of course, already had a plan for Roman. Top lawyers, paid through a shell company owned by a shell company based in the Caymans, were already compiling environmental impact reports, and Dean had plans to visit Roman’s penthouse and perhaps dangle him off it, if he didn’t see things Dean's way.

Cas, the sly son of a bitch, hadn’t even printed a word of their discussion, and Dean only found out Cas covered the goddamn gossip pages the next weekend as he scanned the paper for Cas’s byline at two in the morning after a late night run-in with the Angel.

“Mr. Winchester –”

“I’m a busy man,” Dean says coldly as he shoulders past Cas. “If you need to talk to me, you know my PR number.” 

Cas falls back, scowling fiercely. “I know you have something to say, Dean!” he calls to his back. 

“Get your clickbait somewhere else!”

Dean has places to be and ass to kick, no matter how many times Cas bats those baby blues his way.

* * *

Dean groans, since when did Crowley have the kind of funds to hire these goons? The last he heard, Crowley's mayoral campaign was hemorrhaging money, and Crowley was spending every cent on voter suppression and scare tactics to get his base to the voting booths.

Dean staggers into the storage unit warehouse, clutching a hand to his side where a lucky knife got between the plates of his body armor. He stays alert – a dozen of Crowley’s henchmen tried to take him out and failed, but that doesn’t mean another dozen aren’t waiting in the shadows.

Charlie’s algorithm traced vast amounts of Crowley’s remaining cash to holding five storage units, paying top dollar for quality and security.

Whatever the hell Crowley is keeping here, it’s valuable.

And valuable to Crowley means indispensable to anyone else.

Dean slumps towards the first locker, breathing heavily. His head pounds, and the overhead lights flare as he glances around, trying to get his bearings.

He mentally adds a concussion to his tally of injuries. Sam’s going to have his work cut out for him tonight, if Dean gets home at all.

He reaches into his toolbelt, and his fingers scramble for his set of lockpicks for too long. How the hell he’ll be able to manipulate the delicate tools – well, that’s a bridge to cross when the lock itself stops swaying in front of his eyes.

The blow from behind hits him out of nowhere.

Dean falls forward with a grunt, his ears ringing.

“The vigilante himself,” an unfamiliar voice sneers. “What an honor.”

The next hit cracks the side of Dean’s reinforced cowl, and his ears ring with the force of it. He scrabbles back to his feet, widening his stance on an instinct honed from years of practice. He’s still as wobbly as a newborn kitten, but at least he doesn’t look it.

The man wears a uniform of the warehouse staff, but there’s nothing minimum wage security guard about the way he fights hand-to-hand.

A flurry of blows rain down on Dean, his head, his neck, his chest. The body armor in his suit can only absorb so much of the impact, and Dean’s losing ground, quickly, backed up against a concrete wall.

He has one taser left, though. At his next opening, he dodges a right hook and jams the metal disk against the goon’s neck. 

He spasms with a crackle of electricity, and falls to the floor to reveal –

“Fuck,” Dean swears loudly, swinging his fists up to protect his face, not that they’ll do much against superstrength. 

But it takes his sluggish brain a soupy moment to realize the Angel's hands aren't raised in fists gunning for his face.

The Angel’s palms reach up to cup his cheeks, and Dean winces, squeezing his eyes shut against the harsh light that always pours out of the Angel’s eye sockets, obscuring his entire face.

“You’re injured,” the Angel murmurs in his otherworldly voice that makes Dean’s chest vibrate with an uncomfortable resonance.

“Nothin’ slips by you, does it?” Dean forces out because, even when he has nothing left, he still has his pride.

The Angel pulls back Dean's cowl, and Dean tries to push the Angel off him, but he might as well be trying to wrestle with a concrete wall. The Angel intones, “This might feel strange.”

“No…” Dean protests, and, god, if these are his last words, they sound pathetic.

“Shh, Dean,” the Angel says, and he doesn’t sound at all surprised by the sight of Dean’s face. Two fingers press against his bare forehead, and Dean jerks away instinctively, but can’t move a hair in the Angel’s firm grip.

A cool, almost rain-like sensation trickles out from the point of contact.

Dean opens his eyes.

Is the light pouring out from the Angel dimming?

Dean’s definitely seeing more clearly now, and the pounding in his head has disappeared. With mounting confusion, he watches as the Angel’s high beam eyes flicker like a bad television signal.

His face – Dean only sees a flash or two, but he would swear – 

The Angel stumbles back a step, and Dean straightens, inhaling a painless lungful of air. “What the hell just happened?” he demands.

The Angel shakes his head, and his wings flicker next. They pop back into existence in the space of a blink. Like a lamp on it’s last legs, the beams of light emitting from his eyes give a few weak flares before dying out completely.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean breathes.

Cas sags against the opposite wall, his wings disappearing for good with a silent breath of air. Whatever he'd done to Dean had drained him.

“You –”

Cas stares up at him. “Me,” he agrees quietly.

“What the hell are you playing at?” Dean demands. “You’re – you’re –” He can’t say it.

Cas pushes himself to his feet, his face pallid and eyes weary. “I’m an angel of the lord.”

Dean can’t help his loud snort. “You’re still sticking with that?”

“It’s the truth.”

Dean lays a hand on his utility belt, eyeing Cas warily. He might look as threatening as a belly-up hedgehog, but experience has taught Dean that some opponents are never more dangerous than when they’re cornered.

“If you’re a real angel,” Dean says stiffly, “why are you here? Why now?”

“I was sent here to start the apocalypse,” Cas says.

Dean narrows his eyes. “You’re joking.”

“I don’t joke.”

Dean steps closer, scanning Cas for any sign of an impending fight. “You wanna give me a reason not to end you right here and now?” 

But Cas stays right where he is. “Those were my orders. But when I arrived on Earth, I had my doubts.”

“It was you – the blind fishermen,” Dean says coldly, “that incident on Halloween.”

Cas nods miserably. “Mistakes, all of them.”

“I couldn’t figure out what was up with you,” Dean admits. “You went from nabbing Patty Hearst in December to landing broken planes in the river in January.”

Cas tilts his head. “Because of you.”

Dean can’t have heard that right. But as Dean lets the silence drag on, Cas doesn’t take it back or explain. Dean crosses his arms over his chest. “What the hell does that mean?”

“You showed me humanity is worth saving,” Cas says, his voice almost painfully sincere. “So I disobeyed my orders. I turned my back on Heaven. I followed in your footsteps.” He meets Dean’s stunned gaze squarely. “I did it all for you.”

“I – what?”

“You care so much for this city, for your people,” Cas continues, and Dean, torn between telling him to keep going or shut the hell up, stays silent. Cas goes on, “You regularly put yourself in harm’s way to protect them, usually from themselves. You donate enormous sums of money and manipulate an extremely complicated political machine to make sure they have safe water to drink and places to rest.”

Dean rubs the back of his neck, muttering, “Somebody’s gotta.” He jerks his head up. “Hold on, you knew it was me? The whole time?”

“Why do you think I was so hellbent on talking to you?” Cas asks dryly, the faintest of blushes dusting his cheeks.

“And I always thought it was because of my perky nipples,” Dean says distractedly. All those times Cas hollered questions about the latest government developments; where his next grant was going; who he was backing in the mayoral race. That was the Angel.

“I’m, uh, sure they’re very perky,” Cas says awkwardly.

Dean narrows his eyes. “How’d you find out?”

Cas cocks his head, his blue eyes intense as they study Dean’s face. “Your soul. It’s unlike any other I’ve encountered in the way it shines.”

Dean swallows, embarrassed of all things. “You can see souls?”

Cas nods. “Yours as well as the five people behind these storage locker doors.”

Dean freezes. “What the fuck?” He stares, horrified at the closest one, his hand already pulling out his set of lockpicks. “You’re serious?” At Cas’s confused nod, Dean swears colorfully. “And you kept talkin’ like we’re on a Sunday drive?”

As Dean ducks down to get to work on the first lock, Cas says matter-of-factly, “None of Crowley’s victims are near death. They’ve all been fed and watered recently, and eleven more minutes won’t have a great effect on their physical or mental health.”

“Alright, Patrick Bateman,” Dean says, but the accusation lacks any heat, “Superhero Rule Number One: you always get the damsels out of distress first.”

“I understand.”

Dean glances up at him as the lock clicks open. “After this, you and me, we’re gonna have a long talk.” He huffs a laugh as he pulls his cowl back up. “You want to know what I think about this city? I’ll give you enough quotes to fill a bible.”

“I might hold you to that,” Cas murmurs as Dean heaves the metal door open.

Read the sequel here!

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found this from your tfp blog and I rlly gotta say love your writing!! I'm hoping to request something akin to the human with size-shifting powers that you did on your other blog, (reader has a quirk that lets them change the size of people and things) and just some hc's for Dabi, Bakugou, and Hawks? Like reader just shrinking them down and putting them on their shoulder if they're annoying them or something, but anyways luv your writing ok byeeeee!!!

Aaaw, thank you very much, this was fun to write btw. I did it as romantic, because I felt like that was a better fit for this. Tbh this was about to turn into some sort of fucking size kink thing at so many points but I resisted bravely lol. A bit of a violence tw for the Dabi one but it’s not bad so I decided not to tag it

~Hawks/Takami Keigo~

•Hawks thinks your quirk is quite cool and useful in everyday stuff

•You didn’t go into the hero business, but you’ve found other good uses for your quirk

•Like when you and Hawks moved in together, you could basically pack everything you owned into one bag, because you could just make everything super small

•He thought that was super handy

•Hawks has a bit of a thing for people who are bigger than him, so you pushing him against the wall and just towering over him is definitely something he likes

•You like to change your size depending on the situation, but you’re usually just your normal height, since it’s not usually necessary to change that

•A lot of your clothes are made from material that can accommodate you changing your size so them tearing isn’t usually a problem

•And of course you can just change the size of your clothes with your body if you feel like it

•Hawks doesn’t really mind if you make him small, it’s honestly kinda fun sometimes, but you’ve made a deal you only do it to him at home, so if something like a villain attack happens he doesn’t need to be changed back

•Hawks has a few of his feathers scattered around the apartment, so if he doesn’t feel like flying he can just sit on the feather and control it, getting around that way

•It’s honestly pretty adorable

•Also if he’s being really annoying and whiny like he can sometimes be, especially when he doesn’t get enough affection, you can just shrink him down and he sit on your shoulder

•When he’s sitting there, he likes to lean against your neck and play with your hair or whisper things into your ear

•You usually can’t stand that for very long, because his wings tickle your neck and ear so you just give in and return him to his normal size and go cuddle with him

~Dabi~

•Dabi thinks your quirk is pretty useless, at least until you got creative with it when you were doing some stuff for the League

•Let’s just say that the bottom of your boot is often pretty bloody and gorey

•If you shrink Dabi, at all, like even a little bit, he would most likely threaten you with a very painful death

•He doesn’t like when people have any kind of control over him, so being so small someone could step on him? Big fucking no

•It’s more often that you make yourself small and sit on his shoulder, though it’s pretty rare that he’d let you do that

•He does think it’s incredibly funny when you use your quirk on Spinner or Toga though

•If you want attention or he’s been a bitch you shrink his clothes sometimes, but you do it just enough that you can claim it shrunk in the wash

•Dabi of course doesn’t believe this and complains about it until you make his clothes the right size again

•Doing this to his shoes is also fucking funny, but then you’ll have to to be good at dodging said shoe when it comes flying at you, possibly burning

~Bakugou Katsuki~

•Bakugou is often a victim of a bit of a “time out”, which means he gets shrunk down to small enough to sit on your palm

•You can’t exactly just put him a high shelf, because his quirk would allow him to just basically fly down from there

•So what you do is you get the “time out shirt”, which is a shirt with a breast pocket, so he just has to sit in there until he calms down

•His head is just peeking out from the pocket and he’s glaring at everyone else

•It’s a miracle he actually agrees to stay in there, but miracles happen sometimes

•He can listen to your heartbeat when he puts his ear against your chest, which is actually the only reason why he doesn’t argue with you too much about the whole “time out” thing

•Afterwards he’s a bit huffy thought, because of course he has to act like he hates it

•He does love being so close to you though

•He’s strong of course, but your quirk makes moving and rearranging furniture a breeze

•You’re not exactly a hero, you’re more of a search and rescue worker if that makes sense, since you basically do hero work but you don’t actually have the qualifications to be called a pro-hero

•It’s easy for you to get into small places and search for people on collapsed buildings and such

•Bakugou also thinks it’s super cute when you make his shirts too big for you so you can just go around the apartment in a big hoodie or t-shirt

•Depending on the piece of clothing, you don’t even always need to change its size

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365 Marvel Comics Paper Cut-Out SuperHeroes - One Hero, Every Day, All Year…

Mid-Summer Supplemental - The Marvelous Super Pets

Lockjaw the Pet Avenger

This pupper’s mother was subjected to the mutagenic properties of the Terrigen Mist.  As a result, Lockjaw and his littermate were bestowed super powers.  Lockjaw grew into a massive form possessing greatly enhanced strength, cosmic awareness and the ability to teleport himself and others across vast distances, even between dimensions.  Along with serving as watchdog to The Inhuman Royal Family, Lockjaw has additionally embarked on many adventures alongside countless heroes, including the Fantastic Four, Ms. Marvel and Spider-Man.  He additionally helped form the mighty Pet Avengers!  Lockjaw first appeared in Fantastic Four Vol. 1 #45 (1965).

Chewie the Flerken

Carol Danvers, the heroic Captain Marvel, was unaware that her pet cat, Chewie, was actually a powerful alien being known as a Flerken.  The pocket dimensions these Flerken possess within them proved to be of great help during Captain Marvel’s adventures in space.  A version of Chewie appeared in the Captain Marvel movie, renamed ‘Goose’ and portrayed by a quartet of tabbies named Gonzo, Rizzo, Archie and Reggie.  Chewie first appeared in Giant-Size Ms. Marvel #1 (2006).

Bats the Ghost Dog

Bats was an aged basset hound who ended up in the care of Stephen Strange during the time he had become a veterinarian after being deposed from his title of Sorcerer Supreme. Strange enchanted Bats with a translation spell that allowed his barks to be interpreted as English.  An encounter with Loki resulted in Bats suffering a fatal heart attack.  The old boy had so enjoyed his time with Dr. Strange, however, that he decided to stay at the sorcerer’s side in a ghostly form.   As a specter, Bats continued to accompany Strange on many adventures.  He’s a very good boy and first appeared in the pages of Doctor Strange Vol .1 #381 (2017).  

Tippy-Toe The Squirrel

The intrepid squirrel known as Tippy-Toe first aided The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl in a battle  against the villainous Maelstrom.  From there on out Tippy and Squirrel Girl became inseparable and Tippy has proven her valor time and time again as one of the best sidekicks a superhero could ever ask for.  She first appeared in the pages of Great Lakes Avengers #4 (2005).  

Lucky the Pizza Dog

Lucky had previously belonged to the villainous Tracksuit Vampires, but he chose to save the Avenger, Hawkeye, and ended up hit by a car.  Hawkeye rushed the dog to a veterinarian.  Although he lost an eye, Lucky made a full recovery and went on to be a constant companion to both Hawkeyes, Clint Barton and Kate Bishop.  His favorite food is pizza!  Lucky featured in the Disney+ series Hawkeye, portrayed by a pair of pooches named Jolt’ and Eevee.  Lucky first appeared in Hawkeye Vol. 4 #1 (2012)

Redwing the Avenger

Sam Wilson came across a juvenile falcon while exploring the caribbean island of Exile.   Sam named him Redwing and the two soon discovered they shared a psychic bond where the two could communicate through telepathy.  Sam would go on to find that he could commune in this fashion with most all bird, but his link with Redwing remained the strongest.  Redwing would go on to be Sam’s partner throughout his many adventures as both The Falcon and Captain America.  He first appeared in Captain America Vol. 1 #117 (1969).

Jeff The Landshark

Jeff was created by the villainous BRODOCK who had mutated sharks into bipedal creatures.  Jeff was not especially vicious and ended up being taken in as a pet by Gwenpool.  After spending some time on Monster Island, Gwen decided to leave Jeff in the care of Deadpool after she had doubts that she would have a solo series again, causing her to be worried about his future.  The little guy first appeared in the pages of West Coast Avengers Vol. 3 #7 (2019).

Oliver, Lucifer & Figaro

 Some time back, the villainous Sabertooth gathered up a trio of kittens who he planned to eat as a ‘snack.’  Mystique saved the kittens, depositing them in Gambit’s apartment.  Mystique had believed Gambit would feel annoyed or put upon having to take care of the three cats.  To the contrary, Gambit loved the little fur-balls and they have brought tremendous joy to his life.  He named them each after cats who have appeared in Disney animated movies.  Now grown, the three cats currently live in Gambit and Rogue’s residence in the Braddock Lighthouse on the isle of Krakoa.  Oliver, Lucifer, and Figaro first appeared in Astonishing X-Men Vol. 3 #62 (2013).

Cosmo the Space Dog

Cosmo was formerly a test animal for the Soviet Space Program (СССР). He was launched into Earth's orbit as part of an experiment but his spacecraft drifted out of orbit and entered into a wormhole that sent him to the space station known as Knowhere.  At some point during his spacial drift, cosmic rays mutated Cosmo, giving him his psionic powers. Thereafter, he became the station's Chief of Security for Knowhere.  Cosmo makes a cameo appearance in the movie, Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 1 where he is portrayed by Fred the Dog.  The space-faring doggo first appeared in the pages of Nova Vol. 4 #8 (2007).

Liho & Alpine

Who would have guessed that the cold warriors known as The Black Widow and Winter Soldier would have such warm hearts when it comes to cats?  Well, they do and both of these Avengers have found themselves adopted by a pair of furballs.  Liho decided to make the Natasha Romanoff hers in the pages of Black Widow Vol. 5 #1 (2014); whereas Alpine took in Bucky Barnes in Winter Soldier Vol. 2 #1 (2018).

Lockheed the Dragon

Lockheed is a member of a highly advanced dragon-like extra-terrestrial race.  Lockheed himself was celebrated by his own as a brave fighter and hero against the Brood.  Kitty Pryde of the X-Men happened upon Lockheed during an adventure that took the X-Men into space.  She took care of the little dragon as though he were a pet, not realizing his sophisticated intellect.  The two had numerous adventure together and it was later revealed that Lockheed had been assigned by his kind to stay with the X-Men so to keep tabs on them.  Kitty felt betrayed when she ultimately learned this truth, yet she and Lockheed were ultimately able to amend their friendship.  The dragon first appeared in the pages of Uncanny X-Men Vol. 1 #166 (1983).

Mister Dibbles

A turtle is an interesting pet for the fastest man alive, but that does not change the fact that the Avenger known as Quicksilver loves little Mr. D here with all his heart.  The terrific turtle first appeared in Quicksilver: No Surrender #2 (2018).  

Niels The Cat

Niels was exposed to the same cosmic energies that imbued the heroic Speedball with his special powers.  Niels gained the same powers and is able to generate a protective forcefield that absorbs all kinetic energy and redistribute the energy by bouncing about like a pinball.  Niels embarked on numerous adventures alongside Speedball and even joined the lad during his memo phases wherein Speedball became ‘Penance’ and Niles became ‘P-Cat The Petulant Puss.’   Niles was later adopted by Jim Hammond, the original Human Torch.   The fantastic feline first appeared in Speedball #1 (1988).

Zabu of The Savage Land

Zabu is a Smilodon (or saber-tooth tiger) who grew up in the Savage Land (an artificial preserve for prehistoric wildlife situated in deep Antarctica).  Zabu became the companion of Ka-Zar the Savage and the two would embark on many adventures together.   Later, Zabu joined Ka-Zar’s wife, Sahnna in a competition to possesses the Phoenix Force.  He first appeared in X-Men Vol. 1 #10 (1965).

Mewnir

Mewnir (or Mew for short) is a white-haired cat owned by Nancy Whitehead, the roommate and best friend of the Unbeatable Squirrel Girl.  Mewnir is named after the phonetic pronunciation of Thor’s hammer, Mjolnir.  Mew's diet consists of half a cup of kibble mixed with half a can of wet food per day, so keep that in mind!  She first appeared in Unbeatable Squirrel Girl Vol. 1 #1 (2015).  

Ms. Lion

The fabulous Ms. Lion is a small dog owned by May Parker and lived in Queens, New York.  The little pupper ended up joining Lockjaw’s Pet Avengers in an adventure where the team prevented the Infinity Gems from falling into evil hands.  In the universe of Spider-Man and The Amazing Friends, doggo is cared for by the heroine, Firestar.  Ms. Lion first appeared in the pages of Lockjaw and the Pet Avengers #1 (2009).  

Throg the Thunder Frog!

A frog who possesses the power of Thor.  He is Throg!  ...and first appeared in the pages of Lockjaw and the Pet Avengers #1 (2009).   

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Silk & Cologne (15)

A Miguel O’Hara x OC Series - Link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 15 - Aftermath

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Female OC

Words: 3.02K+ words

Warnings: PG13 - Brief implication of attempted sexual/physical assault

Summary: Miguel brings Lisa back to HQ where she can rest for the night and Lisa wonders what will change between them. 

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When Miguel and I emerged through the portal and arrived back at Spider-Society HQ, specifically his lab, Gwen and Pav immediately hovered near me, asking over a dozen times if I was okay, or hurt, and apologizing profusely for leaving me alone. Hobie hung back, hands in his pockets. His gaze briefly met Miguel’s, who had gently removed his hand from my shoulder when we emerged from the portal, as Spider-Punk offered him a very rare nod of approval. Miguel nodded back in kind. 

I reassured the two teenagers that it wasn’t their fault, and that I appreciated them looking out for me. Gwen and Hobie offered for me to stay with them in Hobie’s dimension, but I politely declined, explaining that I had asked Miguel if I could spend the night there at HQ. Miguel also didn't want to risk Oscorp jumping to other dimensions to try and track me so HQ was the safest place I could be, other than my apartment but that was currently a nervous wreck. 

Pav and Gwen hugged me tightly, glad that I was alright. I didn’t reveal all of the heavy details, not wanting to scare them, but one glance over at Hobie and he understood my partial silence. He offered me a soft nod of encouragement before gently pulling Gwen and Pav along as they exited Miguel’s lab. Pav called out, wishing me a good night's sleep, waving profusely and I chuckled softly.

Before leaving, Miguel quickly explained the situation in more detail now that we were safely back in his dimension and away from prying eyes. The doppelganger that attacked me was a variant of a villain called The Chameleon from Earth-1997, the same dimension where the Spider that bit me came from. He was a Russian super spy and master of disguise, able to perfectly match his target's physical figure and voice. 

He was also the mole that infiltrated the Spider-Society for Oscorp in order for them to continue their interdimensional experiments and stole Miguel’s tech. He reassured me that Lyla made the necessary precautions to make sure that he or anyone from that dimension couldn’t come back here or to my own dimension in order to keep me safe. 

I smiled softly at him, thanking both him and Lyla for their help and for rescuing me. “I don’t think I’ll ever say it enough,” 

“There’s no need, Lisa,” Miguel waved it off before stepping closer towards me, placing a comforting hand on my own. “You call, and I’ll be there,” 

Miguel leant me his room for the night. Despite my protests about his offer, he reassured me that he rarely slept there in recent weeks, the task of monitoring the multiverse taking up most of his time so he usually slept in his lab. I knew that it couldn’t be even remotely comfortable, and as much as I wanted to, and tried, I couldn’t convince him otherwise, so I reluctantly but thankfully took his offer. 

It was a standard room, but then again Miguel’s dimension is set multiple years in the future. So it was a standard room for someone living in the year 2099 who also worked and earned a lot of money. The bedroom felt like it was the master room of a five star hotel, but it wasn’t super in your face. It was subtle, but the rich classy texture was still there. 

The king sized bed hovered on a large platform with a low level fluorescent blue light. The floor and walls were a beautiful polished white marble with a walk-in closest etched into the wall near the bed and a bathroom to its left. On the opposite end of the room was a small work desk with a sleek monitor and around the corner was a long sleek window that overlooked Nueva York. It was currently tinted with a black overlay to shield the resident from the harsh neon lights that lit up the city at night. 

Miguel directed me to where all the bathroom essentials were and set my bag gently down next to the bed. He offered me a kind half smile as he squeezed his hand in mine. “Do you need anything else?”

“It’s more than enough,” I smiled reassuringly. “Thank you, Miguel,” 

His cheeks were tainted with a small shade of pink at my praise as his eyes toned down to a softer gaze. His half smile didn’t let up as he slowly pulled his large hand away from mine, not before his fingers gently brushed against mine as I held myself back from wanting to reach for his hand again. I immediately missed its warmth. 

“If I don’t see you in the morning, Lyla will ensure your safe travel back to your dimension,” He stated plainly. “Rest well,”

His hand brushed my shoulder as he walked past me and I found myself turning and watching his backside as he walked towards the door. I smiled softly at him. He realized this was uncharted waters too. He didn’t want to push, but still be respectful. 

“Good night, Miguel,” I called out to him. “Try not to stay up too late?”

He offered me a half glance as the door automatically slid open in his presence. A scoff escaped him as the corner of his mouth formed a tiny smirk. “You know I can’t promise that,”

I responded with my own playful scoff, rolling my eyes at him as I crossed my arms over his chest. “Let me guess, the fate of the multiverse?”

He chuckled softly. “Among other things. Good night, my Mona Lisa,” 

Miguel quickly left the room, leaving me as my cheeks flushed a bright pink at the pet name. My voice stuttered as I watched the door close and I shook off the nerves. I’d never get used to hearing that nickname. But. . . I liked the way he said it. 

I walked over towards the bag, bending down as I unzipped it to grab my toothbrush when I caught a peek at the change of clothes Miguel had packed for me. It was the outfit I wore when he and Peter B. rescued me. When we first met. 

I smiled softly. Very subtle, Miguel. 

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Earth-1997 

“Useless! You’re all useless!” 

Harry Osborne slammed his fist on his desk, the contents ratling and toppling over. He shot a nasty glare at Chameleon who lowered his head in shame. He knew he was in deep trouble, and no amount of excuses would save him. 

“You had one job,” Harry pointed a finger at him. “One job! You should have brought her straight here instead of playing with your food,” 

“I swear Mr. Osborne, I was so careful,” Chameleon pleaded. “I don’t know how Mr. O’Hara–”

“Mr. Osborne, is my father, GOD rest his soul,” Harry snared as he tried to compose himself. “As for Spider-Man 2099, you clearly weren’t careful enough. Get out of my office,” 

Chameleon left the office in a hurry as Harry angrily paced around his desk. His stomps were like earthquakes as a black aura clouded his body and mind as he slammed his fists into his desk once more. 

“Will somebody give me some good news?!” 

The phone at his desk rang. He growled, picking up the receiver. 

“What?”

“Sir, Dr. Octavius has found a fix for the Collider,” His secretary said. 

“About damn time! Tell him to increase the staff, I want that Collider up and running again as soon as possible,” He ordered. 

“Yes sir,” the secretary hung up the phone. 

Harry tossed the receiver aside as he took a few calming breaths, his nostrils flaring as he looked out of his large window that overlooked the city of New York. “I’ll get my revenge yet on you Spider-Man. On all of you.”

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Lisa’s P.O.V. 

Seoul, South Korea - 4 years ago 

“Get off me!” 

I screamed whilst shoving a tall male off of me after he wouldn’t take multiple hints that I wasn’t interested. My heart was pounding in my chest as he reached for me, tried to corner me in the studio in front of the other dancers and trainees. He backed up, seeing a glint in his eyes as he fell back to the floor. 

“Aya! geunyeoneun naleul dachige haessda!” The tall young male bellowed, groaning from the fall. - Ow! She hurt me! 

All eyes were on me. He was faking it! How could they not see through that horrible fake moaning? Didn’t they all see him try to advance on me?

“ani, gidalyeo! geuneun naleul goelobhyeossgo, naneun na jasin-eul byeonhohago iss-eossda!” I pleaded, looking around the room, tucking my hands close to my chest. - No, wait! He was harassing me, I was defending myself. 

One of the coaches ran over to check on the male while one of the supervisors gently escorted me out of the room. I glanced over at the other idols, especially the trainees and saw their nervous and fearful expressions. They were terrified of speaking out. If they did, the guy would have their heads and ruin their chances of breaking in the industry. 

My heart sank as I stepped out of the room, the supervisor leading me to a quiet room and said I could wait there until things calmed down. I was in the room for less than 10 minutes before there was an aggressive knock and my step-father stepped inside. 

“Jin! Thank goodness, someone who will believe me–” I sprang up from my seat, walking towards him. 

Jin closed the distance, but kept a few meters away as his face turned cold. “What were you thinking?”

“What?” I blinked, taken back by his reaction. “Jin, what are you–”

“He is our next headlining solo artist, he has a photoshoot tomorrow and now we have to reschedule,” He groaned, shaking his head in disapproval with his hands on his hips. 

“You’re taking his side?!” I gawked. 

“No, of course not, but you need a good work/life balance, Lisa. You’ve been training non-stop these last few months,” He attempted to reason with me. 

“Who’s idea was that?” I raised a brow at the man, sending him a knowing look with my arms crossed over my chest. 

“You know he likes you, why not give him an actual chance to prove himself?” He asked, appearing genuinely serious. It scared me. 

“Jin, he tried to force himself on me in front of everyone, they all saw,” I was seething, trying to keep calm to have a civil conversation. “I’m not going to date someone who's going to take advantage of me!” 

“If this gets out, it’s not just him in jeopardy, it’s the entire program, including you. Think about your future,” Jin breathed deeply, trying to keep his cool with me.

“So that’s just it? You’re not going to defend me?” I started to choke up as the tears perked in my eyes. 

“I’ll talk to his producer to have you both on separate projects for the time being, until then, think about what you did and when you’re ready to come out, you will go back in there and apologize to him,” Jin stated. 

“Apologize to him?!” I raised my voice in distress. 

“geuge majimag-iya!” He yelled before turning around and leaving the room. 

I broke down in a sob, huddling down to the floor as the world began to crumble around me. 

I never came home that summer. Why didn't I go back home? Why did I stay for so long? Why did I stay for another 2 years after that?

Footsteps caught my ear as I turned and saw an evil, twisted version of Miguel, hovering over me. I screamed as he reached for me and everything turned white. 

Present day

Lyla woke me up the next morning, her holographic figure buzzing around like a hummingbird as the tinted shades pulled up from the large window, letting in some sun shine. 

“Rise and shine, time to start the day!” She sang. 

I stirred from my slumber, the memory of Chameleon’s attempted kidnapping was still fresh in my mind so I had trouble falling asleep at first before snoozing away the rest of the night, passing out in my pillow. Then the nightmare happened. 

When my eyes fluttered open, I could taste the salt of my tears on my lips as I reached a hand to dry off the remaining remnants of the liquid from my eyes. When my vision cleared I had a minor panic attack when I realized I wasn’t waking up in my apartment. I sat up instantly, looking around, my chest rising and falling as I calmed myself down. 

I was safe. I was back at Spider-Society HQ. I was in Miguel’s room. 

Miguel’s room. 

My cheeks turned a light shade of pink as I glanced down at the bed I was in, my fingers aimlessly tracing along the fresh bed sheets. Even if Miguel’s claim was true and he didn’t sleep here very often, someone or something still went out of their way to make sure his room stayed clean. I wondered when was the last time he slept here in this very bed. 

“Hey, Earth to Lisa,” Lyla waved as she appeared in front of me. “You holding up, okay?”

“Lyla!” I jumped slightly, startled by her voice as she snapped me out of my trance. I turned to face her. “Sorry, I’m still a little groggy, I guess,” 

“Is that all?” She asked me, placing her hands on her hips. 

There was something about the look in Lyla’s eyes that made me feel like she could see right through me as I leaned back a little bit nervously. “Yes…?”

Lyla hummed, sizing me up before her lips formed into a carefree smile. “Just teasing, love! You have dance practice again today, right? Go on and get dressed,” 

“Right, I should do that,” I nodded, waving off my nerves as I climbed out of bed. 

I walked towards the bathroom, wanting to take a quick shower to get the rain water smell out of my hair from last night. Thankfully Miguel showed me how to work the controls. Wish we had stuff like this back in my dimension. 

“With that being said,” Lyla’s voice purred as I opened the door to the bathroom and I stopped, waiting anxiously as she continued, “I’ve seen the way you look at him, you know,” 

My cheeks turned a shade darker as I didn’t look back and shut the door behind me. 

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Miguel’s P.O.V. 

“Good morning, Miguel,” Lyla sang in greeting as she fizzled next to Miguel. 

Miguel stood back in his lab where he had been for most of the night. After a quick power nap, he slipped back in his room to quickly shower, careful not to wake Lisa from her slumber. For a tall, muscular guy, Miguel knew how to be sneaky when he needed to be. Although he was ashamed of himself for catching a glimpse of her sleeping form. The thought made his cheeks darken and he shrugged it off instantly. 

After that, he picked up some coffee from the cafeteria and made his way back here where for the last 2 hours he was monitoring the multiverse for any anomaly disturbances. So far it had been a relatively quiet morning. Until Lyla’s voice rang in his ear.

“Morning, Lyla,” He mumbled in a greeting. 

“Hmm, someone is in a good mood this morning. You’re not as grumpy or groggy like you normally are,” Lyla commented with a snicker. 

“You’re hilarious, Lyla,” Miguel rolled his eyes at her with a scowl. 

“I try,” Lyla shrugged. 

“How is Lisa? Did she manage okay?” He asked, trying to keep his level of concern to a minimum. 

By now Lyla would have transported her back to her dimension so she could still attend her dance practice today. He hoped that she wasn’t too shaken up not to participate. He made a metal note to call her when she was done for the day so he could start helping her clean the apartment. He already had a side tab open on Earth-1218's internet browser, searching for new furniture items he thought she’d like. 

“Took her a minute to settle, but after that she slept like a baby,” Lyla smiled proudly. 

“That’s. . . That’s good,” Miguel sighed softly in relief. 

“This mood of yours wouldn’t happen to involve Lisa, wouldn’t it?” Lyla raised a curious brow as she hovered closer to Miguel’s face.

Miguel glanced over at her, raising a brow at the AI. “Lisa is safe, what else is there to be happy about?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe it’s because of how you confessed that you actually like her while on a rooftop in the rain, took care of her, and let her sleep in your room? In your bed?” Lyla spoke with a knowing smirk.

Her smirk grew even larger when she watched as Miguel whilst in the middle of sipping his coffee, spit ticked his drink, the contents blowing everywhere on his desk after he processed her question. He composed himself long enough to look back at Lyla and glared at her grinning expression. 

“You know, your Mona Lisa?” Lyla remembered in a sweet tone.

He pointed a finger at her, his voice stern. “Ni una palabra a nadie,” - Not a word to anyone 

Lyla mimicked a motion where she zipped up her lips before snapping her fingers. “My lips are sealed. I won’t make you say please this time,” 

Miguel sighed as he set the coffee mug down, reaching for a rag to clean up his mess. “Thank you, Lyla,” 

As Miguel cleaned up his desk, a soft giggle caught his ear as he looked up at one of the spare tabs. It was another old video footage of Gabriella. She was sitting on Miguel’s shoulder’s eating a cupcake he had brought her as a treat after her soccer game and she had the silly instinct to smudge the icing in his face. 

Miguel couldn’t help but smile softly at the memory. 

A second chance. No matter what form it took. No matter how small.

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[joker-ali]

ironheart // prologue

on her merry little way to school, (first/name) encounters a dangerous villain, blocking her usual quick route. deciding to find another way seems like the best option, until she notices a child struck with fear. damn, why is her moral compass so willed?

next chapter // masterlist // warning : fight scene, minor cursing 

bnha! characters x afab! reader // 1.32k

Hurriedly walking through the streets of Japan, desiring to get to her school across city, (F/N) had no time to mess around. If she got to school after the bell rang, who knows what would happen?

Even if she’s late, it wasn’t really her fault, considering all the unpredictable things that could happen, was it? Couldn’t be, but who could tell what her the dean of students would say.

Her school was strict, unnecessarily strict when it came to being late. It wasn’t like students could control time or what happens in the morning, so why in hell are students reprimanded for it?

Basically jogging to get to her school, she overheard other citizens mindlessly talking about a villain incident up ahead, hopefully she would be able to avoid that area. Hopefully.

Well, she couldn’t avoid the area. The closer and closer she got to the nauseating gasoline-scented area the closer she saw the debris filled area. It had looked like a war zone, which it really was.

A super-sized villain stood on the street, wildly waving his arms and roaring, maximizing the damage he could actually perform. The wreckage and rubble from the battle cracked the stiff concrete around the area, barely managing to not From the amount of damage done to the surrounding features, even an uneducated fool could tell this guy was dangerous to everyone.

Rushing citizens out of the way, rescue heroes and pro heroes dashed onto the scene, some helping citizens and some directly attacking the villain. They tried their best, but was it really enough?

Hidden in the chaos of the whole situation, a kid lay awestruck in his spot at the sight in front of him. I mean who wouldn’t be, this was a behind the scenes of his favorite hero(es). But this was not worth the consequence that awaited him.

His once excited expression turned into horror as small debris started falling towards him. Stricken by fear, the kid was unable to move as multiple hit the space around him, the aftermath hitting his shoes. 

The rescue heroes weren’t able to spot him, but (L/N), who did, hurtling into the battle, grabbing onto the energy gloves hidden away in her pockets as she ran.

Should she really be doing this? What encouraged her to save this random child, this stranger she would probably have never seen again, most likely because he would be dead. Why was her moral compass that strong-willed to help her stare death straight in the face to save a child she didn’t even know?

“Come on kid, you gotta move!” First trying to push the kid out of the way didn’t prove to be successful. The kid wouldn’t budge at all, but there was another way (hopefully). She instead slipped on the slim black glove, raising one hand into the sky pointed at the falling rubble, and the other wrapped tightly around the kid. Dragging the kid down with her to get low, (L/N) exclaimed “hold on”, out of breath and waiting until the rubble fell to make her move.

In order for the gloves to work, there would have to be enough energy left order to be able to blast the large scraps away. But this would be the first official test using the gloves, that wasn’t just on random objects. A large force would have to hit in order for her to quickly store energy and then use it the second after, or was there another way? What if she could wait for the rubble to hit and then react? But how much force would that actually provide?

There wasn’t enough time to think, before she let the rubble scrape her middle finger, and reacted.

. . . .

BAM! Blasting away the rubble into smaller pieces, the large debris became smaller pebbles and fell around the pair.

Slowly raising herself out of the discarded rubble with the kid still hanging onto her lower body, she dusted off the scraps of concrete and metal on both of them, before checking in with the kid.

“You alright, kid?” The kid she had rescued cling onto her clothing, most likely leaving dirty grim marks on her school sweater. Untucking his head from her waist, he gave her a big and bright smile, and a thumbs-up! The kid was all good.

A rescue hero popped out of nowhere, speeding over to the scene where (L/N) and the child were both attempting to move to the side, escorting them to the boundary. Was it really necessary? No, but was the job even necessary? Telling the pair to stay there until the fight was over for attention, whether medical reason or not, the two stayed within the perimeter.

The child was now attached to the side of (L/N)’s leg, avidly watching the scene ahead of him. Fascinated with the way Kamui Woods and Mount Lady took control of the situation, stars shone in the vivid bluish-green eyes belonging to the child. (F/N) couldn’t help but feel warm inside at the sight of a child watching something that they enjoyed. But for that to be a fight between heroes and villains took away some of that desirable satisfaction. Slipping off, the now overly powered-up gloves and tucking them away in her pocket, she waited until the battle ended to see what would happen.

Once successfully taking care of the accident, Kamui Woods, Mount Lady, Backdraft, even Death Arms came over to check in. Not exclusively on the kid, but had also praised (L/N) on her quick, but ultimately reckless thinking.

“That’s just the kind of person UA needs, I could put in a good word for you y’know!” Mount Lady playfully nudged the semi-confused (L/N), while Death Arms and Kamui Woods still lectured the girl.

“Thank you?”

A random sidekick of a hero in the area approached her, exclaiming “You’d make a great hero some day with that quirk!” Imagine.

Death Arms coaxed the kid out of clinging onto (L/N)’s legs with a warm smile and kind words, contradictory to his previous actions, bringing him into his arms so they could go off and find his family.

Shaking his head, Kamui gave up on scolding, instead grabbing a card out of his pocket and handing it over to the stunned girl. “When you become a hero, come to my agency, we’ll set you up well.”

Accepting the card and snapping out of her dazed state, (L/N) started walking into the direction of her school at the fear of being late, before colliding into something, no, someone.

Wasn’t really her fault though, the blinding lights from the overwhelming amount of photos taken completely blocked her eyesight. Yeah, that’s a great reason. 

Accidentally knocking into some guy with green hair, that somehow resembled that of broccoli, muttering a quick apology wasn’t enough until a question was asked.

“Hey, ar-aren’t you the person who saved the kid on the other side? How’d you do that?” Glancing down at her cellphone, tucked safely in her pocket, she didn’t know what exactly she could do. With the pure excitement radiating off of this stranger, to the impending doom of being late to class, it was a conflicting clash.

“Adrenaline I guess? I don’t know, I have to get to school?” Hurrying off, the stranger’s words were caught in their throat, unable to ask anymore questions and just watched as (L/N) wandered off.

Taking one last glance, and a deep breath, she only had.. 5 minutes! That wasn’t enough time at all!

She did have an excuse after all, but was that really enough? Her school was strict as everyone knows, so what would they really say?

She decided not to figure out, and instead running towards the school in a hurry.

A sprinting (L/N) ran towards her school, not knowing that her entire life was about to change, because of a chance encounter with a random, irresponsible kid and dangerous falling debris.

if u are seeing this, have a great day <3

[therummonster]

let's see if i can explain this better than i did elsewhere.

that'll be below, along with an extra drawing. if you have ideas for neat scenes i can redraw with this au, that'd be great!

Unicorn Mann

has a battery attached onto him that can super charge anything, but it can easily overheat due to over use. be it trying to do too many things at once, or just keeping it active for too long.

found a hoodie and some cool looking goggles in a bargain bin, and proceeded to begin training in hand to hand combat so he could defeat the many villains that are around the city.

later while cleaning up after people that have littered, he found a battery and began to improve upon his superhero persona.

Chicken Mann

can summon eggs of varying size and qualities into his hands, these can range from exploding goop all over the place, or just straight up sending things to a pocket dimension. it is possible to consume one and gain mild powers from it, but even then that's a risk. it also takes energy to create stronger eggs.

after drawing the short straw at work, he ended up nearly getting struck down by a meteor that turned out to be the remains of a war scarred cockatrice, which later revealed itself to actually be an alien after haunting him.

he'd grow more powerful and eventually name the ghost in his head, Phantom.

General Story

basically, i swap all the characters with someone that i think would somewhat fit in that place, and then rewrite the entire story to make sense with the swapping.

of course some changes will be pretty minor and only slightly noticeable, such as Tina and Ryan getting swapped in this.

Extra Picture

based off of the Episode 17 beginning sequence

[shouehara]

Slowly trying to get back into the swing of things so I thought I'd share some fun sketches from my pocket-sized sketchbook. After a few failed attempts at trying to capture Christopher Reeve's Superman I decided to just try fun character designs with the Super family and DC characters. I was never really a fan of the dark and brooding, overly muscled and red heat vision eyed Supes. I imagine Kal-El being a super nice, gentle soul because he can. Someone that a bully would instantly want to challenge because he looks "too nice." Underestimating him similar to how all of Columbo's villains in the classic show would do, but he'd win every time. Superman never needs to flex his strength. Kindness is his top priority. And anyone who would want to beat him up because he is "too nice" would instantly see they can't anyway. He's a kind alien you can't beat up. Every bully's worst nightmare. #sketchbook #sketches #characterdesign #superman #superheroes #shazam #dcsuperheroes #fanart #sketching #pencilcrayon #inksketch #mixedmedia (at Calgary, Alberta) https://www.instagram.com/p/Co8gOgrJ-3R/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[female-malice]

Faeries & Dolls & Treasures

There are certain things from my childhood that I know are feminine, but they don't register as feminine to me. Like faeries. I was all about faeries and I knew they were real. And I'd make things for them, leave food for them, and write miniature letters for them. I didn't know a single kid who denied the existence of faeries. Peter Pan taught us that disbelief would kill faeries. We could all joke about Santa Claus and the Easter bunny. But faeries were serious business.

Playing with dolls was one of the main things I did with my friends. But we never played with or collected baby dolls. None of us wanted to play at being mothers. We were always super spies with super powers trying to save the world.

I remember our games were fluid from one medium to the next. The stories we'd roleplay while running around outside were connected to the doll stories we'd roleplay inside. But no matter how much time we spent indoors or outdoors, we always took time to set up the doll world. We'd build giant worlds for the dolls that would take up an entire floor of someone's house.

As a teen, I babysat my female cousins who are 10 years younger than me. They liked to build giant doll worlds, too. Their doll stories were always connected to the stories they'd roleplay in the park. While we'd get ready to go out, they'd negotiate who was playing what character. I played too, of course, but they led the games. Our childhoods never overlapped, but they played the same exact games I did without any prompting from me.

Giant doll worlds were easier to set up with commercial doll collections. With large 10-inch dolls like barbies/bratz, building the world was an engineering challenge. But we were up for it. For the 3-inch playmobil and polly pockets, it was much simpler. We had more pre-made structures at that scale. 1.5 inch lego figures were a small unappealing shape and we never built worlds for them. We'd use legos for larger structures.

Whatever doll size we chose, we'd use every toy at our disposal. If we built a 3-inch doll world, select favorite 10-inch dolls could be giant beings or gods. In a 10-inch doll world, 3-inch dolls were faeries. 3-inch dolls could ride tech deck skateboards. Hot wheels were a useless size, but remote control cars were often the right scale. Every stuffed animal was used in whatever scale world we built. They were all just mythical creatures. I had a 2 foot tall leopard plushie. That was a fun one. I think we were supposed to practice hair and makeup on those freaky giant bratz heads. We never did that. Those giant heads were always wizard-of-oz-style villains. Barbies were also always villains and they suffered grievous physical harm and mutilation. I can't explain that part.

We grew up with Toy Story and we had deeply held values about the lives of toys. These values did not extend to barbies. But all other toys needed to be respectfully included in our worlds as much as possible. We couldn't bear to neglect old toys. The older the toy, the more reverence we held for it. That's where Toy Story logic combined with Nutcracker logic. Old toys weren't just alive, they were magical and mysterious. Vintage wooden and porcelain toys were never villains, even if they were sometimes eerie. We knew to handle old toys gently. Villains had to be durable plastic and interchangeable like crash-test dummies. So barbies, action figures, and army men fit the bill.

When I was just alone in my room, I don't remember playing games with dolls. I had a lot of reading and faerie chores and drawing to get to. But I remember spending quite a bit of time by myself making things for the dolls. That way, when my friends came over, we could be more efficient setting the doll world up. These worlds needed to cover 100+ square feet. Anything less just didn't appeal to us. The worlds would get so massive, we'd have nowhere to set up our sleeping bags. We'd have to move buildings and huddle in a corner to sleep.

I also loved making dolls. Corn husk dolls, cloth dolls, beaded dolls, clay dolls, wire dolls. Lots of animals and women. The women were almost always faeries or witches of course. I didn't need any more princesses because the commercial dolls had that covered.

I collected treasures and little treasure boxes to put them in. Everything was special and worth keeping. I was the youngest of 3 and got every hand-me-down from my brothers. My childhood room looked like Howl's room in Howl's moving castle. I miss that. Only about 1% of my childhood horde survived. I wish I had it all.

[citromboy]

I’ve been playing sky for two years now and there really is no end to the game. It’s categorized as a social adventure but really it’s a pocket sized MMO. The spirits you’ve hopefully met along the way (default and seasonal) weave the vague story together in a way. Every story needs a villain so we got giant shrimp and pesky crabs. If you want help I’m always glad to lend a hand since I know this game very well. I can’t really spoil anything else but what I can say is…dying is part of a sky kids life cycle and you’ll get to it eventually. When ur ready :)c

okay so they're Meant to be vague, thank you. i've just been so confused as to why i'm doing all of this??? i met a few spirits (and some of those light children too? that give you bigger wings???) and it's been super cute, ive just been So Lost the whole time

i didnt realize you could die until the giant centipede in the sky looked at me for too long and i suddenly i was just Dead. what even happened there. what are those things and why did it eat me with its eye??? i am so confused

thank you for the explanation!!!

[vnvyb]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: 7 For All Mankind Black Glossy Low Rise Snake Print Skinny Jean Size 25.

[thetristoneera]

In a land of imagination, the House of Vig Sols created a space colony many millennia ago. Ruling over it peacefully through hella changes that would have you questioning your own immortality if you lived there. Rebellion after rebellion, none of them made sense; cause Vig Sols was a peaceful space colony for more than half of its existence. Peacefully evil, took them several millennia to make sure it was a safe haven for villains.

Cosmirana is the heiress to the Pirate Spaceship known as Light of Evil, her mother handed her the reigns twenty five years ago. It’s a size ten battleship that looks like a giant gun with half a hilt. All up & down the barrel area are armada & plasma turrets for all kinds of technology & space monsters. There are a total of four hundred gundam bays & one hundred bays for different sizes of spaceships. It’s like an Ikaruga exhibit when it’s go time. Light of Evil was created in year 6253 VU (Vassichiri Unity), funny right? Vassichiri Unity before a Species War broke out. Technically, it was created about 3,000 years ago; it’s year 807 FA (Final Anchor) now. We can only hope but Light of Evil makes sure there is no peace. They pillage from any source they can while heavily & swiftly moving through out the darkness. Their coven department made a spell of darkness upon the giant battleship being completed. It’s lined with enchanted black salt in its metal plates, countless times the spell was casted so the spaceship could literally move from one dark pocket to the next. With shadow being a major component of the spell, it can literally teleport from the back of one space colony to another in an instant. All the spaceship needs is enough quantum energy to jump when the drive is activated. Then they’ll turn the lights on, the gundams will launch & their smaller battleships will launch; good luck. They take with so much ease, civilization considers them god like. With no intelligence or power to stop them, Galactic Forces are usually playing catch up by the time they are done looting.

Now let’s get into who they are… From the left to the right, the first column are the heads of this pirateer organization. Ms Doves is Cosmirana’s best mate, been besties since they were three year olds. She grew up understanding the importance of having evil saviors, having evil caretakers. Ms Doves was a loyalist by the time she was thirteen. Cosmirana had a personal duty to pull for her mother, to be left at a prosperous city of Planet Xorol to tend to a shelter event. Where she has to study the effects of helping the less fortunate; when Cosmirana realized that studying them wasn’t going to help anything. She learned the lesson of, we must do. Ms Doves was with her & learned that lesson too. Action is a requirement for any pirateer to become important for the cause. It’s something that was instilled in O, 1st Time, Vonaraiville, Lus Chaosiss & Palace Vesp; as they were too, children that grew up with Light of Evil. They became the Magnificent Seven by the time they were in their junior year of high school. The other ladies were acquired through out life & it’s magically lucky all of them are the same age.

None of the guys were children that grew up with Light of Evil. All of them, happenstance later in life by experiencing Light of Evil looting entities hoarding resources. In this mix; some of them were law enforcement, some of them were workers for the Super Warrior Guild, one was a galactic class model, one was in college for language history, one is a prodigal martial artist; just an obscure group of random people from all over the solar system. They simply were inspired by the people in all black with LED lit gear on; touching chins with the elegance of an angel before wrecking them with the wrath of devils. All of the guys thought; with out skipping a beat, “The UFC ain’t got nothing on these pirates!” After every time these pirates run a muck to save lives, they always leave a memento so people can figure out a way to become a pirateer. It was in how they used all of their knowledge to help where they could. These twelve were great for Light of Evil, ever since that light went off in their heads; their careers for villainy have been splendid.

These super beings have been moving at a nonstop rate for five decades with no intention of stopping. This might be the generation that chases immortality for an ultimate tomorrow. As a tradition, the Vig Sols live a natural life without accepting the grace of this universe. At any given time, any super being can voice their wish for eternal life; they will feel the universe blessing them. This is an occurrence that can happen at any age. But none of them have accepted it because of the oath they took, when they swore into the Light of Evil. It’s up to you to find out if the events of this story will drive them into finally breaking a three thousand year tradition.

Base of Operations: Space Colony: Vig Sols / Alliance: the Super Villain Guild & An Assortment of Pirateers / Occupation: World Leaders of Space Colony: Vig Sols & Galactic Class Pirateers / Their Order: Spreading Light For the Sake of Evil Doers