#talkin to portals

[blossomsofchaos]

Question!! But what do people draw Q!Tubbo as? Is he a ram/goat most of the time like on the dsmp or nah? What other animals/creatures is he kinda drawn as? /Gen

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[heartofaspen]

just so you guys know, portal and portal 2 are on sale for $0.99 each on steam right now!

[teet-feet-two]

DONT CRY!!!! 61GB TF2 DATA LEAK OK??!!???

[lunarsanctuary]

remind me to finish portal today ok i have to

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never thought i’d feel genuine nostalgia over week 3 but here we are

[redstarwriting]

the clash | x. brand new

hobie brown x goth!reader

word count: 2k

genre: enemies to lovers

warnings:  language, insults, mentions of everything that happened in the story, almost fainting, soft hobie, big fluff energy, essentially just a fun lil chapter above everything else to wash away the angst

a/n: AND IT'S OVER!! i'm actually crying a bit this was so fun to write. it will not be the end! you can all bet your asses i'll be working on a sequel for this duo. thank you to everyone who supported the story and my writing. you made the return back to this blog unforgettable and i am so grateful for all of you 🖤 please enjoy the last chapter of 'the clash'

previous chapter: ix. last caress

now reading: x. brand new

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After about 3 more days, you were feeling much better. Hobie was too, as he didn’t need to keep giving blood. In fact, the two of you were basically back to your normal selves. And much to Hobie’s relief, changing your molecular biology did not take away your spider powers. So now he had a partner in crime. Or partner in crime fighting?

Nah, partner in crime sounds better.

“Ready to go, love?” Hobie asks, pouring some food into Shadow’s bowl before closing the bag and webbing it to the ceiling. Shadow runs and starts chomping and Hobie grins, giving him a few pets. “Ready, babe,” you say, coming into to the room. Hobie stands and looks at you, letting out a long whistle. “You look stunnin’,” he says, looking you up and down. You twirl around, showing off how your spider suit looks in the style of his world. Your mask wask lost, so you had to make a new one, but that was no problem. You and Hobie fixed it up, and you gave in to Hobie’s pleas to make it resemble his a bit. Only a bit. You’re still Spider-Goth after all.

He walks over to you and wraps his arms around you. “The spiked choker is a nice touch, who convinced you to put that on? And the studs on your mask? Whoever helped you add them seems like a smart bloke,” he smirks. “You know he’s more of a smartass, but I guess I don’t hate it. The spider charm on the choker is a nice touch,” you say, taking the mask off and winking at him. “You not hatin’ somethin’? Now that is bloody mental.”

“Look who’s talking,” you say and he grins, giving your lips a quick peck before pulling away from you. “Haven’t the foggiest what you’re talkin’ bout, love.” He types on his watch and pulls up Earth-2099, the portal appearing in front of the two of you.

“I’m still so surprised Gwen, Miles, and Pav didn’t try to come to see us this whole time,” you say, and Hobie shrugs. “So am I, but I reckon they understood you were close to dyin’. And I may have threatened them that I’d kill ‘em if they came and woke you up at any point. Guess they took me seriously,” he says, and you playfully smack his arm. “Of course they took you seriously! You literally killed yourself for me, and that was before we even–”

“Fancied each other yeah, yeah, I know,” he cuts you off, grinning at you. “Ready?” he asks again, making sure you’re up to seeing everyone. You nod, and he wraps his arm around your shoulders. “Off we go, then,” he says as the two of you walk through the portal, ending up in Miguel’s hub. “Lemme know if you feel sick or anythin’, yeah? We’ll go right back home,” he says, and you nod. “Thanks, babe,” you say, and he places a quick peck on the top of your head. The two of you walk out and multiple spider-people greet you and welcome you back. “I feel offended none of them have complimented you on your new look,” he says, and you laugh. “Relax, Hobie, I’m sure Miles will be so jealous.”

“And that’s all that matters,” he says, and you shake your head. “You know it would be so faster if we webbed to the common room,” you suggest, and he shakes his head. “Absolutely fuckin’ not. Have you lost the plot? You’re doin’ better, yeah, but you ain’t close to healed. We’re takin’ things nice and slow,” he says, and you roll your eyes. “Getting used to the way you talk is gonna take a minute,” you say, shaking your head and he rolls his eyes. “I called you mental just now. Crazy, insane, unhinged–”

“Got it, you fuckin’ tosser,” you imitate his accent, and he removes his arm from your shoulder, giving you an offended look. “Do you know what to just said to me?”

“Nope, but the plan worked, bye!” you say, waving and webbing away. “HEY! BLOODY HELL!” you hear him scream, webbing after you. Even though you haven’t been in action for about a week, you’re still way faster than him. You laugh as he tries to catch up, but you slip out of his grasp every time. A lot of spiders see this happening and are relieved and happy to see the two of you back and wreaking havoc amongst each other. You beat him to the common room, landing and waiting for him. He lands right next to you a few second after you. “Are you bloody mad?!” he says, clearly exasperated, “I told you not to do that yet! What if you sparked out?!”

“Well, whatever that means, I didn’t.”

“Bloody fainted! What if you did?!”

“Relax, I’m not going to– oh, shit,” you suddenly feel very dizzy, and he wraps his arms around you to keep you from falling. “See. This is the shit I was tryin’ to avoid, but no. You had to go and be a bloody daftie,” he mumbles, and you giggle. “Your reaction was worth it.”

“Oh, I bet it was, ya fuckin’ muppet,” he rolls his eyes, and you grin at him. “Do you feel well enough to stand?”

“Probably but I like it better when you’re like this,” you say, and he gives you an unamused look. “Right, then,” he says, picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder. You loudly protest. “Nuh uh, don’t give me that now, love,” he turns his attention towards the room, and to his chagrin sees Pavitr recording it on his phone. He rolls his eyes and plops you down on the couch. “Don’t move.”

“I do what I want.”

“Not today, you don’t.”

“Glad to see the two of you haven’t changed at all. Nice new suit, by the way, (Y/n),” Miles says, and Hobie sits next to you, placing his arm on the back of the couch behind you as you chirp out a thank you to Miles. “Why would we?” Hobie says, and Miles stares at him, dumbfounded. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you went feral just to protect their ass and they nearly died because of it and then you nearly died trying to save them after they nearly died and then we nearly died trying to help you so that they didn’t nearly die,” Miles says, and Gwen looks at him, nodding. “Nice description.”

“Thanks,” Miles says, smiling at her. Hobie shrugs, looking at you. “All in a day’s work of bein’ Spider-Man,” he says, and you snort. “You’re impossible, Hobie,” you say, leaning against his shoulder. His arm slides from the couch to having it lazily rest around your shoulders. “Good,” he says with a small smile. “Pav, stop taking pictures,” Gwen says, and he shakes his head. “How can I not?! I have been calling this since the first minute they interacted, you all called me crazy, I’m not crazy! I knew it!”

“Congrats, you want a prize?” Hobie says, and Pav smiles. “Yes, actually, I do. I’m aware you’re probably being sarcastic, but I believe I deserve some sort of recognition for recognizing what you two really were,” he says, and you laugh. “You’re the most emotionally intelligent of us all, Pav,” you say, and he nods. “You’re right. I so am,” he says, and Gwen smiles at the two of you. “I’m happy for you two.”

“Thanks, Gwen,” you say, and Hobie softly grins at you. “Woah! Look who’s back!” Peter B. Parker’s voice rings out as he lands next to you all. Mayday reaches you for you, and Peter hands her over. She gives you a little hug, and you smile. “And Hobie with his arm around you, nice. Nice. Nothing brings you and your partner together like a near-death experience. Trust me, I would know,” he says, and Hobie raises an eyebrow at him. “Didn’t that almost ruin your–”

“Welp, this was a nice talk,” he says, webbing Mayday back to him, and putting her in her carrier. “Catch you later, kids,” he says, webbing away with a short squeal from Mayday. “He is so fuckin’ odd,” Hobie mumbles, and you laugh. “It’s cute how much he loves MJ, though. The definition of til death do us part,” you say, and Hobie glances at you. “Yeah… but not as cute as us,” he whispers in your ear, causing you to look at him with a smile. “Nah, what did you just say to them?” Miles says, and Hobie shrugs. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he says, and Miles rolls his eyes. “Nah, man, that’s not fair. Share with the class,” Miles says, and Pavitr sighs loudly, shaking his head. “Please Miles. It’s simply the way a boyfriend speaks to his partner.”

“Woah, now, who said I was their boyfriend?” Hobie asks, and they all look at him like he’s just grown a second head. “WHAT?! ARE YOU SERIOUSLY TELLING ME YOU TWO ARE NOT DATING AFTER EVERYTHING THAT HAS JUST HAPPENED?!” Pav shrieks at the same time as Miles yelling, “OH, I DON’T KNOW MAN, MAYBE THE FACT THAT Y’ALL LIVE TOGETHER AND ARE ALL UP ON EACH OTHER RIGHT NOW?”

“Chill,” Hobie says, putting the palm of his hand out and you snort. “We hate labels, guys.”

“It’s more of a ‘they’re mine’ and ‘I’m theirs’ typa thing,” Hobie says. “You can totally call it a relationship, or whatever you want to call it, though. We just aren’t putting a label on it,” you say, and Hobie nods. “You two are so cool,” Gwen says, and Hobie smirks. “We know.”

“So, I can still say you two are partners and that will be okay?” Pav asks, and Hobie shrugs. “Whatever, mate. We know what we are, so have your fun.”

“This isn’t like one of those situationships, right? Because those are totally unhealthy and not cool,” Miles says, not so subtly glancing at Gwen, and Hobie shakes his head. “Nah. Like I said, we know what we are.”

“Yeah, it’s like you said Miles. He wouldn’t just go feral to protect my ass and then when I nearly die because of it he nearly dies trying to save me after I nearly die and then have our friends nearly die trying to help him so that I didn’t die just for a situationship,” you say, putting a heavy layer of disgust on the term. Miles looks around at everyone before nodding. “Yeah. Yeah, that makes perfect sense.”

“Hobie, (Y/n), can I see you two for a minute?” Miguel appears, pulling the two of you away from your friends. You glance at each other but get off the couch and walk over to him regardless. “How are the both of you feeling?”

“Fine,” Hobie says, and you nod. “Yeah, totally ready to jump back in whenever.”

“Uh, no. No, you’re not able to do that yet,” Hobie says, and you groan. Hobie turns his attention to Miguel. “They’re not ready for that. They almost lost consciousness after webbin’ over here,” Hobie says, and Miguel chuckles slightly. “Well, Dr. Brown, let me know when (Y/n) is ready to get back into the swing of things–”

“Bloody awful pun there, mate. And don’t call me that.”

“–and– hey, that was a great pun, okay?” Miguel diverts his attention, pointing at Hobie with a frown. Hobie just shakes his head, and mouths ‘No, it wasn’t’ at you, causing you to laugh. “Just let me know when they’re better. We’ll continue our training,” Miguel says, and Hobie suddenly gets protective. “What for?”

“Nothing in particular. Mainly to just get their head back into the game. Make it so Spider-Punk and Spider-Goth are unstoppable forces of nature in New London. Happy to see you up and about, (Y/n). And Hobie,” Miguel says, looking at him, “Good job. It’s good to know I can rely on you.” Miguel webs away, and Hobie groans as you laugh. “You just got praise from the boss!”

“Piss off!”

“I got you promoted!”

“Come off it!”

“Never!”

“I hate you,” he says, but the smile on his lips betrays his words. You laugh. “I hate you, more.” He smiles, leaning in and kissing you, not caring who’s watching.

“PAV! STOP TAKING PICTURES!”

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Things in Rise that Echo 2003 TMNT

Hi Ame here back on my bullshit-- getting right into it. I can't remember where or who said it, but one of the creators of Rise mentioned that 03 was their favorite iteration, and it really shows sometimes. Spoilers for 03 and Rise below ;)

The first thing that comes to mind is Shredder. "But Ame, 03 Shredder was a little alien guy-" NO I'M TALKIN ABOUT THE ORIGINAL SHREDDER. In 03, Ch'rell took on the mask of a well-known boogeyman at the time; the Shredder, who was a demon that had lived 1,000 years ago. Oroku Saki was a man who defeated the demon alongside the rest of the Ninja Tribunal, and after he defeated it, became possessed by it after falling prey to its promise of power.

The most obvious I think are their markings. In 2003 they use 'chi' to give them mystic abilities. It's the act of becoming one with the world around you, but it also seems to work when you are connected to the people around you. Even the medallions over their chest mimic the Hamato symbol that glows on Rise's chest when activating their ninpo.

Their markings even mimic each other (except for Raph, whose Rise version doesn't have any markings, which is a travesty). Leo has slash-like marks, Donnie has geometric marks, and Mikey's got a lot of circles!

NOW OKAY THIS ONE'S A BIT OF A STRETCH, BUT-- Leo has made portals with his sword before! Specifically, he held one open with it.

It's the little things <3

Like the ghost of dead Hamatos coming back to assist their rat sons in the final moments :)

Some more small things! Raph and Donny's brains being rifled through! (Which also happens to 2012 Mikey)

Raph's and Leo's shoulder! (Hard to get a good shot of Leo's, thanks 4kids) Ironically both happening at a moment where Leo has "failed" to protect his family.

Rise Mikey being the "greatest mystic warrior" reminds me a lot of what is alluded to many times with 2003 Mikey; he's very good at what he does! He's a Battle Nexus Champion! He's the one who can channel chi the best! He could surpass Leo even in skill if he actually applied himself, but he doesn't. Because he just doesn't find it fun. But it's shown a little in the episode Same as it Never Was, where he's able to dispatch a whole group of guys with guns all on his own, including three armored cars and a HELICOPTER.

Also making comparisons between 03 SAINW!Mike and Rise F!Leo losing their arms is kinda a stretch but I'll point it out anyway.

And speaking of the movie. My absolute FAVORITE thing to compare is the Krang of Rise to Sh'Okanabo of 2003's Fast Forward season. It's like they took all the concepts of Sh'Okanabo and made it BETTER. Everything was executed SO MUCH BETTER.

Gooey tentacle villain? Check

Weirdly organic flesh ship? Check

Alien invaders turning people into drone versions of their species? Check

(Also side note about that one, I think it's hilarious that in 03 Raph's the only one who DOESN'T get Kanaboe'd but in Rise Raph is the only one who DOES get Krang'ed.)

Taking over structures with their goop? Check

And finally. Small boy son that is a descendant of Casey Jones. Check :)

[ashboy-3]

The Unspoken Deal

Fandom: Danny Phantom, John Constantine, and DCU Characters: John Constantine, Danny Fenton/Phantom, Batman, Superman, other JL members Words: 3507 Summary:

Danny and John have a deal. It's a simple deal. Every month they have a meet up. Danny keeps as much control over the ghost as he can in return John keeps track of them in the human realm. That's it nothing else should be so simple.

So why do feelings keep getting involved and why does the justice league suddenly seem so interested in the beings of the infinite realms.

John knows one thing for sure: This is all Danny's fault.

“You know these meetings are supposed to be taken seriously? Right mate?” John Constantine asked, only a little annoyed at dealing with the half-ghost.

“Who says? The council, meh I don’t really fully care what they have to say,” the half-ghost laughed, throwing another snowball at the human.

“Why do I put up with you again?” Constantine rubbed his hand over his face.

“You love me,” the ghost teased.

“What makes you so sure,” John hid the small smile that was on his face. He would never admit it, but the half ghost does hold a special place within his heart, a place that very few ever made it to.

“Any big threats I need to know about?” the ghost floated in front of John, ignoring the question that was being asked of him.

“Nothing I’ve heard about oh Danny boy,” John nodded towards him, watching as the Ghost King looked him up and down.

“Sell your soul recently?” Danny eyed him.

“Don’t know what your talkin about mate,” John avoided looking at the ghost, choosing instead to focus on his neglected cigarette.

“Well mate,” Danny easily copied the brit’s accent. “I happen to have a soul piece here.” Danny took the small delicate object out of his pocket, showing it off to John’s widened eyes.

“Be careful with that!” He shouted, seeing Danny just throwing it in the air as if it was a plastic ball.

“I would be if you didn’t treat your soul like a throw away joke,” Danny glared at his old friend, watching him put out the cancer stick as the two walked inside the castle also known as phantom’s keep and talk. “I’m serious John. Every time you sell your soul, I have to find a way to get it. You’ve sold over half of your soul. Soon you won’t have any pieces left,” Danny rolled his eyes, walking into a room where he keeps a singular candy jar, dropping the glowing piece in the jar. It made a small clink as it fell with the other pieces.

“That really is my whole soul isn’t it,” John peaked into the room to look at the jar.

“Farid so. Makes almost a whole soul. Be careful, our time is almost up so I’ll be seeing you next month?” Danny frowned at the idea of John leaving.

“I’ll be sure to give you a call if something comes up mate,” John assured him.

“And the heroes will be kept out of my realm?” They both know Danny’s rules about humans walking around the realms. Even now, years later from his teenage years, the humans he allows in are few and small. Adding heroes to that list just makes it worse.

“No heroes,” John assured him, opening the portal with a simple spell, stepping back into the house of mystery. “I’ll be seeing you ole Danny boy,” John smiled a sad smile at watching the portal close, shutting off his communication with the older ghost.

Recently all of their monthly meetings have the old warlock feeling like this. Feeling like something is missing or wrong. Sometimes he debates saying more, extending their meetings, even offering to meet more than once a month, but it never goes that far, choosing instead to ignore the feeling and continue on his day.

Pouring himself a drink, a favorite activity of his. He couldn’t help the groan that came from his mouth at hearing his phone ring.

Ring Ring Ring

Constantine sighed as the annoying ring hurt his ears. It was worse when he checked the caller ID. “What do ya want bats. Ima little busy?”

“Meeting at the watchtower. Be there,” the rough voice ordered from the phone.

“You could at least butter me up a little,” the thick British accent responded. Batman didn’t dignify him with a response, choosing instead to just hang up the phone.

“Well doll seems I still can’t take a break,” John signed, talking to the house. Downing his drink within one gulp he casted another spell, landing him right in the watchtower.

“Do you have to appear on the table every time?” Superman asked in wonder.

“Just how magic works mate,” John dusted off his tan coat, stepping off the table that was surrounded by multiple leaguers. “Alright what’s this whole shin dig about?”

“We have gotten multiple reports and sightings about strange creatures,” Batman started, clicking buttons on a small remote for all of the leaguers to see. Up on the big screens were creatures, creatures that Constantine was very familiar with. A bad feeling began to weave its way into his liver ruined gut.

“Are they aliens?” one of the leaguers questioned.

“Nothing in any of our databases,” Hal shook his head with crossed arms.

“Nothing from under the sea,” Aquaman agreed.

“So, they’ve come from a strange place that none of us have heard about?” Wonder Woman threw her hands in the air from disbelief.

“I don’t believe they come from the underworld, but John would be a better judge then me,” Zatara looked towards the brit.

“I don’t know nothing bout them mate. Prolly best to leave them be for now,” John shrugged, ignoring the questioning looks he was getting from some his ‘coworkers’ with trust issues.

“I’ll look more into them,” Zatara nodded. “Find out if they become a threat.” He assured the league.

“We’ll be looking into the lantern database and getting contact with others, find out if anyone knows anything,” Jon agreed, nodding towards Hal. All three getting up to leave the table.

“Well, if that’s all I’ll be on my bloody way. Drag me out of my house for notin,” John muttered angrily.

“Actually, John if you wouldn’t mind having a conversation with me?” Zatara asked, waving him over.

“Fine,” the brit groaned, getting a pack of his smokes out, lighting one up within the watchtower, ignoring glares he was getting from the three top dogs.

Zatara had taken John to a lone room, nothing really in it besides a desk, a few chairs, and one small couch, it was clearly only a room used for conversations.

“What’s this bout?” John wondered.

“You know something about those creatures,” Zatara stated firmly.

“I know nothin bout nothin,” John nodded, not agreeing with the magician’s statement.

“Oh please, you’re eyes widened when you saw the pictures. If you know something it should be shared. I will not reveal your secrets, however if you refuse to say anything it will just cause everyone, including me, to dig deeper into them.”

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise. They could be dangerous.”

John laughed at that statement. “If that’s all I’m leaving.” Zatara was ready to fight back but looking up he discovered to see the brit gone.

***

“Danny mate pick up your damn phone!” John yelled at the blasted thing from his third time calling his old friend, now pacing around the old House of Mystery. Grabbing the full glass of scotch that the house kindly made for him.

“Sorry John. I was in a meeting,” Danny smiled into the phone. He may be a supernatural being, but he still had plenty to use of his fourteen-year-old mind, an age he hasn’t been for many years.

“Danny you bloody idiot! I thought that you were keeping them under control!” John yelled into the phone, surprising Danny.

“Don’t you dare yell at me John Constantine!” Danny yelled back into the phone, stopping him in his place.

“You’re right. I’m sorry Danny boy. The Justice League just got on my bloody ass about your spooks. Bats is ready to go to war with them,” John sat down in his chair.

“Want to summon me? We can talk about it?” Danny asked into the phone, both knew the undertones of the conversation.

“Things never go right when I summon you,” John refused to look towards a picture of him and Danny. The old ghost laughing, his baby face unable to grow much facial hair, as John cheered a beer, a smile on his face as well. It was one of their first nights out together in the human world.

“But it’s fun. No funny business this time?” Danny offered.

“Now you’re just tempting fate love,” John grinned into his scotch.

“You’re easy to tempt,” Danny nodded in agreement, both understanding the silent message.

Grabbing a piece of green glowing chalk John stumbled towards an empty part of his floor, no need to look up the sigils Danny choose for his summoning. He didn’t understand most of them, but the guy laughed every time he appeared in the human realm, a silent joke that only he knows. He remembers one drunken night when Danny tried to explain, he got nowhere with the brit.

“Numquam agnus dabo te

numquam agnus dimittam te

numquam amet discurrere et deseram te

numquam agnus fac te clamare

numquam agnus dicere vale

numquam agnus dic mendacium et nocuerunt tibi”

John, always confused by the spell, spoke it loud and clear, letting the candles and lights around the house dance as the green fire descended from the hells, lighting up the circle, leaving in a swirl with a half ghost king, smiling and evil smile at him.

“You summoned me,” Danny stepped out of the circle, walking closer to John.

“I summoned you,” he agreed, the mood much different from their business meeting they had just yesterday. John’s breathing becoming deeper and heavier the closer Danny stepped towards him. It forever amazed him that the ghost could become bigger or smaller with just a thought.

“I promised no funny business,” Danny noted, his half breaths just as deep.

“Screw that!” John declared, pushing their lips together, creating a fire between the two. A fire that would not let out till the two were done.

This was routine for when John summoned Danny. A routine that neither is sure how it started, but neither regret. They both agree it’s just sex. No feelings need to be mixed in, but John can’t help the flutter in hie heart when he thinks about everything that Danny does for him. Keeping him updated, collecting his soul contracts, giving him this. It was everything that he could dream about.

“Do you want to stop?” Danny asked carefully, his breath on John’s.

“If you stop, I will exorcize you,” John glared at the ghost.

“Fair enough,” Danny laughed, the two stumbling towards John’s room in the old mystery house.

The next day, both barely clothed, wrapped up in blankets and each other, John woke up, staring at Danny, tracing his fingers over the old, faded scars.

“You’re staring again,” Danny’s eyes fluttered open.

“You make it hard not to,” John grinned at him, turning around in the bed to light a cigarette.

“You said my subjects are hurting the humans,” Danny started to sit up in the bed, the ring of rage glowing proudly on his finger.

“I never said hurting. I keep an eye on them for you here. I promised, didn’t I?” John turned towards him, clearly understanding that this is no longer pleasure, only business.

“Then what was the call about?” Danny raised an eyebrow, getting up from the bed in a way only one trained in royalty could. John thought that he was beautiful.

“Bats called in a meeting. Trying to figure out where they came from. I was honest. Told them they ain’t form the underworld. Bloody Zatara caught me. Wanted to know how I recognized them. Refused to tell him that they were looking for limbo. I made a promise to ya Danny boy and I intend to keep it,” John tapped his cigarette on the ashtray he keeps by the bed. Watching as Danny slowly dressed himself in his torn-up jeans and shirt, a jacket going with it. One would never think he was dead, much less royalty.

“Do you want me to talk to them?” Danny asked.

“Do you want to talk to them?” John uno reversed him.

“I’m free in two days. I’ll calm down the Justice League,” Danny snapped his fingers, disappearing in green fire, just the same as he arrived. John knows that when he walks back to his living room all evidence of his summoning will be gone as well.

“Damn. You have it bad,” a voice laughed from the living room.

“Damn it!” John shouted, face turning red from anger as he shut his bedroom door, a door that was not shut last night, as he quickly got dressed, stomping back into the living room. “Chas. What the bloody hell are you doing here?”

“Checking up on you. Someone has to,” he shrugged. “Haven’t seen you be like that with someone in forever. So, when’s the next date?” Chas teased.

“Sod off Chas. We’re not dating,” John waved him away, grabbing a cold beer.

“Sure. You only look the people you shag like that because no feelings are attached,” Chas nodded, clearly sarcastic.

“He doesn’t want a relationship. He just wants to make sure I keep his subjects out of trouble while in the human realm. Nothing more nothing less,” John took a big gulp of beer.

“Have either of you ever actually talked about this?” Chas asked.

“C’mon mate. We’ve never talked about it because there is nothing to talk about,” John yelled. “We meet in his realm at a set time we talk. If something comes up, I can call him,” John shrugged.

“so, nothing ever happened while in his realm?” Chas raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing worth bringing up in conversation,” John argued back, the jar that contains his soul in the back of his mind.

“Sure,” Chas snorted, clearly not believing him. “I’ll leave you. Just. Don’t ruin this for yourself John. You are clearly happy with him and that doesn’t happen often with you,” Chas walked out of the house, leaving John by himself, only the house to keep him company.

“I don’t like him. I can’t like him. Why would I even like him?” John asked himself and the house. “The guy only rescues my soul every chance he can get. He willingly comes to visit the human realm for me. He willingly gave me his summoning. “Fuck!” John shouted, realization hitting him.

Panic still fresh in his brain he called up Batman. “I have news about the creatures. Meeting in two days.” John didn’t give the guy a chance to reply, closing his phone and ending the call. He has two days to get his body ass unsober as possible before he has to see Danny again.

***

“Alright bats. Everyone here?” John asked, appearing once again on the table, the annoyance clear on Superman’s face.

“You have news about the strange creatures?” Batman asked, coming from him however, everyone knew that it was an order.

“Yeah yeah. I’ll get to that. Move out of the way people,” John only got down form the table to put his bag down, grabbing the green glowing chalk, and walking back up on the table, aware that he has other magic user’s eyes on him. Writing the familiar symbols, he knew by heart. He still had the old book on his shelf, but he has no use for it.

“Be prepared mates. He’s a tad dramatic,” John warned, muttering the same summoning from before. His eyes turning white as green flames enveloped the room, clearly it was done in a more dramatic way for the audience the two have present.

“Numquam agnus dabo te

numquam agnus dimittam te

numquam amet discurrere et deseram te

numquam agnus fac te clamare

numquam agnus dicere vale

numquam agnus dic mendacium et nocuerunt tibi”

Unlike yesterday where all Danny was wearing was ripped jeans, a t-shirt full of small holes and a warm jacket, today he was draped in armor of black, white, and ecto green. The crown of fire worn proudly at the top of his head and the ring of rage glowing proudly on his finger. Fire forming under his feet as he took steps down the table. John had to take a smirk at how Danny presented himself. This is the same person who tripped over his feet walking in a straight line the other week, crashing his face right into ghost rocks. It never amazed John that Danny could present himself this way, but no one could deny the affect that it had.

“Who are you?” Batman asked, taking the lead as usual.

“Did you not explain to them?” Danny’s voice now held an echo to it, a few leaguers unsure if they were hearing him correctly.

“Sorry love figured you would love to do the honors,” John waved him off, taking a seat.

“I am Phantom. King of the Infinite Realms. John Constantine is the watcher of the human realm for me. He has informed me that the “Justice League” was getting curious about my subjects,” Danny chooses his words carefully. John snorted at his phrasing of the Justice League. “My subjects are not causing lasting harm to any humans. No humans have been injured from them or have been killed. There should be no reason that this club house is looking into my subjects,” Danny’s eyes glowed a deep green, clearly angry about the accusations he has formed in his mind.

“We never claimed that your subjects have injured anybody. We were just concerned. These are new creatures. No one knew of them, and we wanted to make sure they were not a risk,” Wonder Woman was quick to jump in.

“Hah!” Danny grinned, showing his fangs in full view. “My subjects are not new. Most have been around longer then you have been alive. It is your ignorance that has made you assume such a thing.” John knows that if this was with just the two of them alone Danny would have cracked some stupid joke like, “You know what assuming does right? Make an ass out of you and me! Ha! Come on John! It’s funny!”

“I’m sorry?” Wonder Woman was confused.

“My subjects are mostly ghost. Spirits who have refused to pass on. Spirits who have been formed from human ideals. Death, Nocturne, and Time. These are all spirits that have been formed from the thoughts of humans. They will live as long as their ideas live on. There are ones that form naturally, there are ones who have died and left this world, unable to move on they come to my realm. They come back to finish what they started, their right to, or to just cause petty mischief, something they need to do to survive. I keep an eye on every single one in the human realm. From now on if there is an issue you go straight to John. Do I make myself clear?” There was a fire burning in Danny’s eyes as he turned around, stomping out, not wanting to hear any more questions.

“Guess I have no choice but to follow his highness,” John sounded like he was mocking the king, but he knows that if Chas was here, he would call John out on his bullshit quicker then he could snap.

“Did you see their faces?” Danny smiled, as John grabbed Danny’s arm, easily bringing them back to the house of mystery.

“They believe that you are a ruthless tyrant who cares only for his people,” John agreed, pouring himself a drink.

“Pour me one. I know it’s great isn’t it! I worked all day with Ember to get that speech perfect!” Danny’s grin couldn’t get wider, John handed him the drink, watching as Danny drank it with ease.

“Listen Danny boy,” John started, happy that he had the famous liquid courage to help him In this moment.

“What is it, John?” Danny looked up from his drink. There were no problems. The Justice League was handled. What else could there be.

“Mate- Love. It has come to my attention that we might have to rethink our situation John tried, not fully sure how to get the words out.

“You’re going to have to be clearer with me John,” Danny crossed his legs, floating in midair as if Gravity didn’t exist.

“Love I-“John’s throat stopped, not letting him get the words out. “Damn it!” John chugged the rest of his drink, cursing the heavens at his predicament. “Danny I- “once again he was stopped by himself, his beer not helping him at all.

Tired of trying with words, John did the next best thing, he let his actions speak for him. Grabbing Danny, pulling him close, no lust in the moment, unlike a few days ago, he took a deep hopeful breath and pushed a messy kiss upon the half ghost. “Danny, I like you,” John was finally able to whisper.

“Took you long enough mate,” Danny’s smile was wide and hopeful, grabbing John’s neck to kiss him once again. John knows that he’s in for a lifetime of puns, but he is kissing Danny, kissing the half ghost he doesn’t regret a single thing.

[blossomsofchaos]

So I wanna watch Phil's pov of qsmp after I finish watching Jaidens vods

I wanna ask (since I know damn I won't be able to catch up by by watching all the vods in order,) but what vod should I start with for Phil's pov and what streams should I skip for now? Like I'm listening to the very first stream of his pov while I doodle since that's a pretty safe bet for where to start, but I wanted to ask lol

Does this even make sense? I don't know,,,,, </333

[callmeoncette]

Hobie s chubby reader

I can just imagine him going crazy for someone with a fuss

Thickums

Hobie x black!chubby!reader

There’s some implied sex but like there’s no actual smut

I love a good chubby reader idc idc!!!! And I love the arach-kids and imma always love them!!! Those are my nieces and nephews fr y’all I just got cut out the movie😔

You stood next to your boyfriend and your honorary nephews and nieces as you got chewed out about something during a mission. You couldn’t care less about whatever Miguel was shouting about. You were burning up and your Spidey suit only made it feel worse. Like a wearable sauna.

Your mask was off and you started to fan yourself with your hand sighing loudly. Miguel cut his eyes at you making you return the attitude. He relented and pinched the bridge of his nose knowing he didn’t have the energy to argue with you, “dismissed…” he grumbled walking off as Lyla popped up to tell him something.

“Thank the lord! He see me sitting here burnin’ up and just keep talkin’ bout absolutely nothin’ like…” you tapped away on your watch. When the portal opened you turned to the others, “hey y’all wanna go swimming? My apartment complex has a pool but like nobody be out there cuz it’s full of old people.”

Margo, in person instead of her hologram, agreed quickly, “I love me a good pool, girl!” She said pressing buttons on her watch. The others also agreed excitedly. “I haven’t been swimming since I went with Gayatri.” He said in a love sick tone. Miles quirked a brow, “why’d you say that like it was forever ago it was just last week?”

You laughed, “just get changed and head to my dimension!” You say starting to step through.

Once through you quickly started pulling off your suit revealing your plush, chubby body. You let out a sigh of relief as you bend down to get the suit.

“Enjoying the show Bee?” You pop back up and turn to see him sprawled out on your bed. His eyes low as they study you with a familiar glint in them, “very much so.” His tongue running over his lip ring. You smirk and go to your drawer pulling out your swimsuit. You make your way to the bathroom and hear your bed quietly creak. Once inside you turn around and smirk up at the tall dark skin male leaning against the doorframe.

“Is there somethin’ you need sir?” Your arms crossed. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you to him. His head dipped and his lips brushed over yours as they traveled to your neck where he peppered kisses. He then went and kissed your jaw and then your cheek before eventually moving back to your lips. He pulled back his thumb pulling at your bottom lip as you looked up at him with excitement shining in your eyes. His hand gently went around your throat to hold you in place, “gimme lips, yeah?” he pressed your lips together. Your giggles and mewls bouncing off the wall as he closed the door.

———

You and Hobie had a certain glow after your shower. Both of you smiling without actually smiling.

You were dressed in a white bikini when Margo and Gwen came through bickering. Margo wore a violet and teal one piece with a cut out on the stomach. Gwen wore black and white swim shorts with a teal top.

“[name] doesn’t she look like a girl kisser? She keeps tryna deny it!”

“I never said I wasn’t a girl kisser I just said you kiss girls too!”

You snorted at them and went to record a few videos of yourself in the mirror looking good.

The boys came at the same time with Miles gracefully tripping as he came in when he saw Margo and Gwen who giggle. His red swim trunks had small anchors on them that were black and gold. Pavitr was very smooth with his entrance as he flipped hair and showed off his blue and gold trunks, “you guys like? They match with Gayatri.” His smile practically blinding.

“You two have matching swimsuits?” Gwen asked with a quirked brow.

His expression fell, “well no. She said it was too cheesy, even for her…” he then perked up, “but I bought them and that counts for something!”

You pouted at ‘your’ kids, “awww so sweet Pav! Now come along children. Come get in your favorite parent’s video so I’ll have memories!” You say opening Snapchat and starting to record you all in the mirror. As soon as you started you noticed your pudge stuck out a bit more than usual, “hmmm my fupa really fupa-ing today.”

Just then Hobie strolled into the room dress in patriotic trunks he stole and made his own with tears and safety pins here and there. He got in the video and looked in your reflection in the mirror. He licked at his lip ring and shrugged.

“Good pum pum deserve shelter.”

You could hear a pin drop as everyone stood frozen, except for the punk who went about getting a towel. The video then stopped recording and continued to replay what he said, taking up the silence.

Everyone stared wide eyed. You broke the silence first.

“Hello???”

He looked at you and shrugged, “did I lie?”

You sputtered and Pav started laughing in the back.

“Honestly you’re lucky I didn’ say tha first thing I thought.”

[heartofaspen]

i 🧡 portal 2

[weebsinstash]

I keep thinking about Reader getting sick of YT's shit, physically fighting them (Totally, totally not projecting my own feelings at YT into that, whatcha talkin about? <<') and that being what leads to Miguel kicking them out of the Spider Society. Like, for the sake of this we'll say Reader made plans to meet up with the core group and properly set things straight- They've got a powerpoint ready, they've been running through a hypothetical dialogue tree all morning, they even got crayons too if someone's really not getting it. But most importantly, they've managed to scrape together proof of everything. So they rock up ready to plead their case, only to find YT already there doing the 'same'. YT somehow found out about this little meeting and decided to see if they could spin it in their' favour. At first Reader tries to explain what's really happening and that if they just look at the receipts they'd see that they're wrong, but the core group's just not having it. Peter's not having it, Gwen, Pav, fuck even Hobie, and Miguel's certainly not entertaining this anymore. They've had enough of 'their' lies and it's time they went home. At first Reader's devastated, weakly trying to tell them that they have no where to go back to, that they have no home that isn't here. But YT can't help but open their big fuckin mouth- low-key taunting them without giving anything away to the rest of the group- but YT and Reader know exactly what they're talking about. In that moment, something boils over in Reader. They can't stop themself from throwing the fattest punch at YT, and If this meeting started small it certainly won't be for long as Reader and YT's fight takes them all over. Hell, even spilling out into the rest of Nueva York. I'll spare you the rest of my ideas cause this is already getting long- But it certainly won't look good for Reader, now would it? :)c

That's the TRUE antagonist of the You vs YouTwo saga: making through this entire thing without absolutely beating the shit out of your doppelganger

It's all set up so perfectly. YT knows you're basically at your absolute breaking point and all but goads you into attacking them. YouTwo is standing there seeming like such the innocent little victim, having convinced all your closest friends that you're a fake, and you just absolutely explode

"I'll fucking kill you, you stupid fucking CUNT!!"

Punch them? They're lucky if that's all they get! The punch is essentially just to knock them down before you start trying to smack their head into the floor or straight up literally actually strangle them, and here come "your friends" to YouTwo's rescue. Pavitr's fighting style used to be a lot more cool to you before you got a solid gold bracelet cracking into the side of your head. You used to wish you could ask Gwen to teach you to be a little more graceful at gymnastics until she kicks right off of your face. You never realized how serious Hobie was when he told you he doesn't pull his punches until you're literally hitting a wall so hard it cracks underneath you because his guitar just slammed into your stomach. You never fully put two and two together on how Miguel's claws could CUT.

YouTwo may have gotten a little scuffed up but here you are, black eyes, busted lip, more than just a couple sprains and outright fractures as all of the people you considered your family, your FAMILY look at you with disgust. And suddenly you realize, with the biggest fucking pit in your stomach, that they just plan to open a portal to YouTwo's dimension and simply throw you through, completely unaware that you'll just slowly suffer and die after one of them swiped your watch during the scuffle. You'll have nothing to hold yourself together and tether you down, you'll just deteoriate and die and the thought fucking terrifies you. So you do the only thing you can think of, and you start absolutely running for your life for the Go Home Machine, because you either make it to that machine and prove you're the Real You, or you'll slowly suffer and die in another universe

The scene where Gwen gets sent home really does make the Go Home Machine look menacing. The way it can grab your arms and legs and drags you through the air kicking and screaming, holding you down at all costs, entrapping you in a bubble. You're just standing on the edge of the control deck with the gap and the machine behind you, still bleeding from wounds, and you're half wondering if Miguel is just going to kill you as he looks down at you with the coldest expression you've ever seen him make as he all but spits at you, "since you want to be the center of attention so bad, fine. Go home. Don't ever come back"

And you're being dragged back, left standing there on that platform feeling the most rage and sorrow and betrayal you've ever felt, you didn't even feel this fucking bad when your entire universe just suddenly poofed away, and all these people you thought of as your friends and family and coworkers are standing around, jeering at you, telling you you're not welcome there, some of them with your blood still on their hands.

The moment you're waiting for finally comes, the moment where the Go Home Machine finally goes to scan you, to throw you out like some anomaly, and it stops. It stops powering up as Spider Byte looks at the monitor in horror. Miguel is all but fuming as he storms over, "what are you doing?! Get them OUT OF HERE" and he freezes when he sees the same exact message Margo sees: 'NO DIMENSIONAL MATCH FOUND'.

Your vindication is finally here and you're so hurt by all of this that it honestly doesn't even matter. At this point you don't give a single fuck YouTwo stole your friends, because, they aren't your friends any more. You don't know any of these people like you thought you did, and apparently, they never really knew you either. They all get to stand there and feel bad for themselves as you stand there with your bruises and broken heart, starting to wonder where you're going to move now that you hate all of them and living in the Society is kind of traumatic now. They all try apologizing and talking to you, but you won't hear it. You're apathetic to it all, if not angered by it. NOW they want to be sorry?

They're trying to apologize, explain themselves, hug you, but you aren't having any of it. You've just got quiet tears streaming down your cheeks as you all but stumble your way back to your apartment, refusing medical treatment, refusing conversation, shutting the front door on all of them and finally crawling into your bed as a little voice inside of you says that you should hide yourself under the covers and never come back out

[lunarsanctuary]

i hope portal 2 can fucking run on my pc

[shadowsandshapes]

[Spicy] FFTB | CH 14: Crescendo (Dabi/F!Reader)

Summary: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I can't show Tumblr any of the things contained in this chapter Contains: Explicit Language, Body Worship, Fingering, Oral (Female Receiving), Dirty Talk, Spanking, Temperature Play, Self-denial, Mild Edging, Overstimulation, Rough to Sweet, Unprotected Naughties, Creampie, Hair Pulling, Dabi Talks Shit During, Use of the Words ‘Whore’ and 'Slut' in a Praising Manner

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The door to his bedroom flies shut as Dabi gives it a strong kick, rattling the hinges and frame as it falls into place. You swore you heard one of the members of the LOV curse in the distance but the sound is drowned out by your own furiously beating heart. Tangled in a passionate embrace, your hands were in his hair, pulling at the dark locks as you stumble further into the room. Dabi’s fire extends to much more than just a strong, violent Quirk and determined personality.

You figured that out pretty quickly when he slammed your back into the wall, his lips hungrily attacking yours. 

The passion in his kiss was almost all-encompassing, burning with a desire that is difficult to describe. He’d waited so long for this. To taste and feel you like this, to give in to his base desires and make you scream his name. The sensation of your lips against his was both relieving and maddening at the same time. You tasted like heaven, hell and earth at the same time. Nothing would ever compare to the sweetness of your lips and the devotion it inspired in his heart. But it wasn’t enough. Not anymore. Now that he had had a taste, Dabi would stop at nothing to experience all of you.

More – Dabi needed more. 

This mounting desperation was made abundantly clear by the way his eager hands squeezed the flesh of your thighs and hips as he presses you into the wall with his body. A sweet, darling little moan breaks free from your lips and the sound drives him crazy. Dabi growled against your lips, his azure eyes opening to read your expression. 

Your eyes fluttered as he pulled away – your breath hitching as you gasped for air. His eyes scanned your face, marveling at the pink rising to your cheeks and the way you seemed almost out of it. Like his passion had stolen all coherent thoughts from your mind. The very sight of you sent a spike of arousal directly to his groin.

“Fuuuuck, baby,” he groaned out, voice trembling with raw emotion and desire. “You’re so pretty like that…all messed up from a little kiss, heh. Can’t wait to see what else makes you blush.”

“You gonna stand there talking about it, or are you gonna fuck me good like you promised you would?”

Dabi chuckled. Even with that blissed-out look on your face, you still had enough moxie left to talk shit, huh? Atta girl. He wouldn’t have it any other way. You huffed out a surprised breath as his arms wrapped around you, scooping you up into his arms so he could carry you over to the bed. 

“Always talkin’ shit with that stupid little mouth of yours,” Dabi started, his grin growing ever so slightly as you glared at him. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna do something about that later, but I wanna have some fun first.” 

Before you could ask what he meant by that, you were on your back and Dabi clawed at your clothes like a wild animal. You’d never seen such ferocity from a man before. He stripped you down, worshipping each article of clothing as he removed it. The tips of his fingers stroked the fabric as he peeled away your bottoms – those darkened blue eyes locked on yours, like he was trying to commit the signs of hopeless desire etched on your face to memory. Oh – but you did look delicious, didn’t you? That sweet, lovestruck little spark flashing in your eyes. It was enough to drive any man mad. And the fact that Dabi was the one who had earned that look? Yeah, that turned him on like nothing else. He wanted to ruin you so badly. The prospect of hearing your breathless, whining moans sent a shiver down his spine.

His cock strained against the inside of his pants almost painfully, aching to be set free. For now, though, Dabi had other plans. He wanted you begging to be fucked. That was gonna take some work but he was nothing if not creative. His fingers traveled down your body, mapping out every inch of it and openly gaping at your beauty. You let out a soft, needy noise and his pupils dilate with a lustful stare, his eyes practically begging you to do that again. “You’re so goddamn hot, baby…” he whispered, placing a searing hot kiss against your bare stomach. His arms pull you to the edge of the bed as he sinks to his knees between your lovely thighs. “I’m gonna fucking devour this pussy,” he grunts, placing his hands firmly on the soft flesh and prying your legs apart. 

Dabi is practically salivating at the sight of your sweet, glistening cunt. He can’t help but chuckle when he sees how wet you already are. Good to know he wasn’t the only one enjoying himself for far. The flat of his palm presses down on your lower abdomen as he leans in to admire his meal – the sheer heat of his body telling you he’d getting all kinds of worked up. You gasped as his breath fanned against your lower half. His fingers tensed, digging into the soft flesh of your thigh as your entire body jerked in response. 

“Easy, sweet thing,” Dabi teased with a chuckle, the sound thick and dark with lust. “We’ve only gotten started. Don’t tell me you’re already losing it?”

“Fuck you, man. I’m horny,” you retorted – a small, angry pout on your lips. It was adorable. Dabi’s smirk only widened as you glared down at him. Your eyes were so fucking desperate, filled with such unbridled desire and need. It completely undercut the intensity of your scowl.

Dabi hummed thoughtfully like he was considering his options. Leaving you all hot and bothered would be hilarious – but then he’d have to jerk off in the shower and that was no fun. “Then I’d better get started, yeah?” he said, dragging his thumb down the slit of your puffy little cunt. Dabi liked being a messy eater. The first thing he does is pry open your folds and deposit a glob of spit on your pussy before diving in without hesitation. The first taste made him groan. “Fuck s’good, baby. Been cravin’ this for so long,” Dabi breathed out between each sloppy suckle, rutting against your folds like a starved beast. “You taste like candy to me, doll.”

“Dabi – what the hell –” you whimpered. The flat of his tongue drags across your pussy, slowly licking up and down your folds to savor the taste. Each stroke has your breath catching in your throat. The way he’s eating you out is positively filthy. You could hear him slurping and sucking at your entrance, using the tip of his tongue to play with your clit and diving deeper into your cunt whenever he could. Dabi was obsessed with the way it made your thighs shake. All that thrashing made it hard to concentrate on making you scream though – he had to clamp a hand down on your hips just to keep you still so he could enjoy his meal properly. Your chest was heaving, struggling to keep up with your desperate attempts to breathe. “Oh, holy sh– your tongue, Dabi, I –” you sobbed out, both of your hands now desperately clinging to his dark locks.

The sheer agonizing pleasure in your voice made him chuckle. That’s exactly what he wanted to hear: your broken, saccharine moans begging him for more. Dabi devoured your little cunt like it was his duty – like it was the only sustenance he would ever need. It was addicting – you were addicting. One of his fingers slipped into you so easily, coating itself with your slick as he continued to drive you crazy with his tongue. Dabi heated up the digit ever so slightly and smirked when that coaxed a deep, shameless moan from your lips. 

“Yeah? You like when I do that, baby?” he asked, taking a break with his tongue to press a second finger into you and marvel at how your back arched at the sensation. Dabi stared up at your beautifully half-lidded eyes, grinning like it was the most beautiful view in the world. “So fuckin’ pretty…” he cooed, curling his heated fingers a little. “You’re gonna look so goddamn good on my cock.”

You tore at his hair like it was the only thing keeping you grounded and even that spurred Dabi on even more. His face rutted against you, two fingers pumping in and out of your leaking pussy. The man’s stitched tongue had reach, using those same fingers to guide it into your entrance so he could truly taste everything you had to offer. You sank your teeth into the soft flesh of your palm – but it was no use: you practically squealed as Dabi sank his tongue into your heat. “Ho-ho-holy shit!” You were losing it and this was only the beginning. His laughter against your sensitive cunt only added to the sensation. “D-Dabi, if you don’t slow down I’m gon–” You gasped for breath as his warm fingers pressed themselves against g-spot, dragging another moan from your lips. 

“Good,” Dabi purred, unable to hide his grin as he watched you arch off the bed in pure pleasure. He pumped his fingers faster, returning his skillful tongue to your precious, swollen clit. “Why don’t you cum then, huh? Go on, pretty girl, give it to me…” He pulled your thighs around his head and doubled his efforts until you were shaking and quivering, so close to cumming on his tongue.

Your hands felt like a vice on the back of Dabi’s head as you subconsciously began grinding against his face to help yourself along. Dabi didn’t mind though, simply grunting in approval and keeping that sinful mouth of his sucking on your clit. The grip your thighs had on his face was tight and fierce – he fucking loved every second of it, even if it took his breath away. It didn’t matter one bit. You sounded like an angel with your voice all hoarse and desperate and Dabi was gonna make you cum on his face right now. When you tightened around his fingers, he knew it was over. He buried his tongue as deep as it would go, looking directly into your eyes as you came. 

Fuck – you looked so hot. There were tears on your lashes as you trashed against him, battling your own body as it convulsed with each wave of your orgasm. It just moved on its own – your sweet, groaning voice whimpering as Dabi’s tongue fucked you through it. He could barely tear his eyes away from your face. Such a lewd expression painted itself on your features. Brow furrowed, eyes rolling back – and that pretty mouth of yours hanging open as you desperately tried to breathe. It was gorgeous. After a moment, you fell back on the sheets and your thighs relaxed around Dabi’s head, falling slack off the edge of the bed. 

Your skin was tingling, electrified by the shattering sensation of orgasming on your lover’s skilled tongue. 

Dabi rose from between your legs, chin glistening with your juices and eyes dark with a desire for more. “Oh, I’m gonna be doing that a lot in the future,” he mused to himself, admiring the slick you’d left behind on his fingers. He played with it by rubbing his thumb and index finger together, fascinated by how beautifully it coated his digits. So fucking wet. 

You stared at him from your position, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. Normally, you would hit him with a sarcastic retort but you hadn’t quite recovered to be able to do that yet. Instead, you settled for snarling at his teasing attitude. Dabi wasn’t intimidated at all.

The bastard had the audacity to laugh at your little glare, keeping his eyes firmly locked on yours as he swiped his tongue over his hand. “Can’t believe I didn’t do this sooner…you look so fucked, I love it.” A pleased, deep hum rumbled in his chest. The aftertaste of you was divine.

“Not quite ‘fucked’ yet, Dabi, I need you for that,” you fired back, causing him to chuckle. His voice was filled with pure rapture at your challenge. God, he loved it when you got sassy with him. It just made him wanna ruin you even more. That dumb little smirk on your face was adorable. “So why don’t you come and get me, hotshot?” 

Oh. Dabi grinned. You just had to go and goad him, huh?

“Say ‘please’ princess,” he demanded, laughing when you glared at him in response. The desperation was plastered all over your face. Dabi simply couldn’t resist driving you a little crazy. He’d warned you, didn’t he? This was gonna be a long night for the both of you: there would be plenty of time to make up for his cruelty right now.

“Please…”

Dabi had to do a double-take. Holy shit. You actually begged for it. No snarky remarks or retorts – just your raspy voice breaking the silence with a single, desperate plea for more. For all his bravado, the very sound of it nearly knocked him off his feet. You didn’t have to ask twice, you’d never seen a man undress as fast as Dabi did in that moment. The man approached the bed, shirt discarded to reveal his scarred chest, battling with his belt like it had personally offended him. The metal clinked and clattered as he practically tore it off and unzipped the front. His desire for you in the moment was unbearable and your sweet voice had broken his resolve to drag this out any longer. You watched Dabi pump his cock in anticipation as he took it out, eyes glued to the row of gleaming piercings that adorned the shaft.

A deep, lustful chuckle rumbled in his chest as he noticed your pretty eyes admiring his cock. You looked so fucking cute like that, drooling over him with those shamelessly aroused eyes. Dabi’s pride certainly enjoyed the attention. Dabi could practically see your breath hitching. How cute. 

Not so feisty anymore, huh?

“Look at you all flustered and speechless,” he teased, showing off his girth by squeezing his hand around the base of his cock. You audibly cursed at the sight. Now he was just doing it on purpose.

“Fucking hell, Dabi…a Jacob's ladder?” you breathed out, unable to tear your gaze away from what he was so proudly promising to rail you with.

“Havin’ second thoughts?”

You were almost offended he would even suggest that. A dry scoff leaves your lips.

“If you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll fight you –”

Dabi laughed, kicking off his pants entirely. How could he refuse under such passionate threats of violence? “Fearing for my life here, sweet thing,” he joked before moving into your personal space. You could feel his breath on the skin of your neck. Hot and ragged. Every inch of you was perfect. Dabi’s eyes just couldn’t get enough of it – he needed to touch you so badly. One of his warm hands moved to your chest, squeezing down on your bare tits. The soft, plump flesh spilled out between his fingers and he let out a pleased groan at the sight. 

Fuck – you were just too damn gorgeous for words.

It seemed Dabi was just as eager as you were – just a little better at hiding it, but not by much. The man’s eyes were burning as he finally got his hands on you. He’d waited so long to have you. Now that the moment had come, Dabi was unstoppable. With a swift, rough motion, he flipped you onto your stomach and dragged your bare ass toward him by the hips. He gave it an experimental slap – marveling at how juicy it was and how beautifully it moved against his palm.

“Your body’s to die for, baby.” His voice was practically dripping with reverence as he spoke, admiring every inch of your naked body like it was a work of art. Your skin tingled as his nails dragged themselves up your bare back to grip your hair by the roots. He tugged at the strands, coaxing a desperate mewl from your lips. 

God – the sound of your voice was addicting. 

The way your back arched when Dabi yanked your hair was simply sublime. It made his cock twitch in ways he'd only ever fantasized about. For a moment, Dabi just enjoyed the sight of his hard cock laying against the curve of your ass. Its weight stroked against you a few times before he pressed the flushed tip of it against your slippery cunt, running it back and forth between your outer folds. A pleasured hiss whistled out between Dabi’s teeth as he watched your slick coat him. You were gonna need all the help you would get. His cock was gonna stretch out so good once he finally bottomed out.

“Dabi,” you whined, feeling your thighs quivering. “Don’t fucking tease me, please –”

“Slutty girl –” he praises, beginning to sink his cock into your aching cunt. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna give ya what you want. You’re gonna be feeling this one for days, promise.” With every inch sliding into you, your jaw drops further at the insane girth of him. Dabi is slow about it – grinning at how your arms almost give way as you try to hold yourself up. He’s so big – watching your precious little pussy try and fit him fully is extremely gratifying for Dabi’s ego. Especially when you’re practically whimpering with your face pressed against the pillows already. 

And he was only halfway in. Fucking precious.

Oh, you’re clenching around him so well, almost like your insides are desperate to suck him in deeper. It’s flattering how badly you want him. Dabi wouldn’t have it any other way. This sweet little pussy belongs to him now after all. A devious thought occurs to Dabi in the moment and he can’t help but indulge in it. It’s okay – he’s sure you’ll love it. Sure enough, your breath catches as he slams his cock in the last few inches all at once, the slap of his hips colliding with your ass resonating into the silence of the room. “F-Fuuuuck, you feel so good. Didn’t know you were gonna be this tight, sweet thing. Bet this feels better than my fingers, yeah? Ya like how fat my cock is?” 

Dabi talks too much. But you can’t deny that his words are driving you up the damn walls. Just the sound of his voice taunting you is making your wall clench around his cock. He feels it too – chuckling when you refuse to respond to his question. You tense and yelp in pleasure as he smacks the curve of your ass once.

“C’mon, baby, why don’t you tell me how good it feels, yeah? What’s the matter, too proud – or is it just too much for ya?” 

You can hear the grin on his lips bleeding into his voice – and despite your annoyance at his smug attitude, you respond to his goading nonetheless. “Feels s’good, Dabi…please just move,” you beg, surprised at how needy your own voice sound. If he wasn’t gonna start fucking you soon, you might lose it. 

Dabi tilts his head to the side, a cocky smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. His cock is throbbing inside of you at hearing you whine for him like that. It sounds so goddamn sweet in his ears. How could he possibly refuse such an adorable request? You shiver as one of his thrusts makes your entire body jolt forward, hands fisting the sheets in front of you. It’s a warning, a taste of what is to come and you’re not prepared. 

Dabi begins rolling his hips against you, gripping the small of your back with both hands so he can slam you into his cock more easily. You let out a quivering moan, feeling the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. He can’t keep his eyes off of you – admiring the way the curve of your ass bounces against his abdomen each time he bottoms out. It’s just so perfect. Way better than he could ever have imagined. It’s enough to bring a tinge of red to his own cheeks. The base of his cock is so girthy you feel like you might snap every time it collides with your pussy. He’s too good at this. You can barely breathe as he fucks you down into the mattress at an unrelenting pace. The sound of Dabi’s flesh slapping against yours scratches a delightful itch in your brain that makes you feel almost stupid. All coherent thought is overshadowed by his cock scraping against your insides, filling every inch of you. You’re biting your lips, rolling your face against the pillows as he fucks you from behind – desperate to hold on and ride this out – but the tightness in your gut keeps building.

“O—oh my god…please —” you breathe out when you felt your cunt clenching down. “I’m gonna fucking cum, Dabi — let me, please —”

“Aw, my pretty girl’s close, huh? You’re so greedy. Cumming on my face wasn’t enough for this slutty pussy, was it?” He teased, pausing his movements as he’s balls deep inside of you – chuckling when you try to push your slutty little cunt back on his cock in search of more friction. “C’mon, you can hold out for me, right? Just a little longer?”

You groan into the sheets, twisting your head back to glare at him. “Oh — you bastard, you would edge me, wouldn’t you?”

Dabi’s grin only widens when he sees you pouting like that. It’s cute. “Guess you’ve been pretty good to me. I’ll let you cum, baby – but just so you know –” he leaned in, pressing his chest flat against your back to whisper in your ear, “I’m gonna keep going until you’re fucking raw down there. Dripping with my spunk. You got that?”

He doesn’t wait for a reply. If you had one lined up for him, it died on your tongue the moment he started pounding into you again. Dabi gripped your hips, his fingers digging into the skin with tension that could rival a beartrap, guiding your back into the electric rhythm of his thrusts. It was fast, hard and rough. Like Dabi has something to prove. Maybe he did. The man did say he was gonna make you scream and your voice was already breaking as you felt a wave of goosebumps erupt all over your body.  “Go on, sweet thing,” he cooed breathlessly, mercilessly pivoting his cock into your pussy. “Make a mess on me, baby. F-Fuck, you’re really clamping down on this dick…”

His fingers threaded into your hair, yanking your head back as you came on his cock. Dabi started panting in your ear as he fucked the last bits of resistance from your body, dragging you through each pleasurable wave like a champ. Like it was his goddamn duty to make you see stars. He needed to see that blissed-out, stupid little expression on your face. Craved its sight like a man possessed. Watching your jaw drop open and eyes flutter as you mewled and cried his name – it was such a filthy fucking view and the single most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Dabi was playing it cool but when he felt your pussy gushing around him, he was on the verge of cumming his brains out himself. His only saving grace is the fact that he could pull out and rest his length between your asscheeks. Dabi groaned – watching his cock twitch as he fought off his orgasm. It bounced against your ass as he sighed out a shaky breath – attempting to get a hold of himself.

There was no fucking way in hell he was gonna let himself cum just yet.

“Almost lost it for a second there.” Dabi chuckled, his half-lidded eyes glued to your body as you shake and twitch against the sheets. “You really know how to rile me up, don’tcha?”

His fingers are already inside of your pussy again, prodding and caressing against your gummy walls as he admired the slick that dripped from your puffy folds. You whine as he plays and toys with your sensitive cunt. The man couldn’t leave well enough alone. That was two orgasms he’d managed to coax from your pretty little pussy so far and he couldn’t be more proud of that fact. To the point of him being smug about it. You could barely stand the shit-eating grin that was plastered all over his face right now. 

“Dabi,” you moaned out – too lost in the euphoria of your orgasm to sound angry or upset at him for overstimming you. “You’re so fucking mean…” 

“Why’s that?” He was so utterly pleased with himself. You were determined to do something about that.

“I want you to cum in me.”

Now that makes his dick twitch.

Dabi’s face flushed as he heard those words from your lips. “Fucking hell, babe…” It was the way you said it – all breathless and whiny with that hazy look in your eyes – that did it for him. His throat ran dry as he flipped you onto your back, knees buckling a little in anticipation of filling your tight little hole to the brim with cum. “You’re not using your head right now, are ya? Wanting me to fill that pussy – tsk! Stupid girl. You that drunk on cock already?”

You come face-to-face with his burning blue eyes as he shoves you into the pillows beneath. Dabi was talking a lot of shit but you recognized that hungry look in his eyes. He was more than pent up – he was ready to burst. What you said had definitely flipped his switch – the man was itching to fill up your pussy with a nice thick load. Good. You wanted him to let loose – to lose himself to you as much as you were to him. 

“C’mon, hotshot,” you cooed, spreading your thighs apart for Dabi. “You want it, right?”

Dabi looked almost dumbstruck as you ran two fingers through your folds and spread them open for him – inviting him in. His breath hitched. You loved the way his jaw tightened at the sight of your glistening cunt and how he needed to shake off a shiver running down his spine – just to keep himself from losing composure right now. “You fucking whore,”  Dabi groaned out – his tone sounded almost reverent, his breath shaking on the way out as he praised your boldness.

No one held this much power over Dabi – only you had the ability to bring the arsonist to his knees in worship. You were a fucking gift from above – a delicious temptress who couldn’t stop making his heart race. Every breath you took, however shaky and brimming with desire, was a work of art he couldn’t help but admire.

The bed dipped as he crawled on top of you, his burning-hot body hovering just above as he propped himself up with his hands. That rough, furious energy from before had waned – morphing into an almost palpable tenderness as Dabi leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss. You moaned against him and Dabi swallowed your enchanting voice eagerly, nipping at your bottom lips with an affectionate little bite. His cock slid back into you, slowly, grinding its way deeper into your aching pussy. The deliberate, leisurely rolling of his pelvis against yours felt like an entirely different beast from how he was fucking you before. This was sensual and relaxed. For that you were grateful: your poor little cunt was already far too sensitive from your previous orgasms to take another pounding. That wasn’t to say this didn’t make your toes curl. Your thighs quivered as your clamped down around Dabi – each thrust making you clench around his cock tighter. A string of desperate, stuttering moans tumbled from your kiss-blushed lips. They were the sweetest, most melodic thing Dabi had ever heard and he was obsessed with the way your lips parted to call his name whenever his abdomen brushed against your puffy clit.

He himself didn’t bother keeping his voice down either, blissfully groaning right next to your ear as he pistoned his thick cock into your precious cunt. Your entire lower half tingled with pure ecstasy and moved on its own accord, matching Dabi’s slow, passionate grind. Despite the dragging pace, you found yourself fluttering around him, your juices squirting out around his cock to soil the sheets below for a third time. The intensity of it hit unexpectedly hard but with how overstimulated you were, it wasn’t that surprising really. Your entire body was on high alert from all the things Dabi had been doing to you. The slightest touch could and would set you off. Dabi pulled back just enough to watch your eyes roll back in your skull – marveling at how tightly your pussy clenched around his pierced cock when you were cumming. 

This one had truly knocked the wind from your lungs – you fell back, panting heavily as your eyes fluttered shut and your exhausted body shivered beneath him as each pulse of pleasure make your mind go blank. A hand came to rest on the side of your cheek. You were vaguely aware of Dabi’s cock still fucking you through your orgasm but it was all so much to handle. 

“H-Hey…” Dabi grunted out, followed by a breathless, amused chuckle. He held your face, making you look him in the eyes as he fucked himself deeper into your quivering pussy. “C'mon, don't pass out on me now…” 

As your hazy eyes landed on him – Dabi cursed, feeling his cock throbbing violently, desperate to cum at the sight of your pathetic expression. “F-Fuck, that’s hot…” You looked so fucked out of your mind – so truly and utterly blissed. “Take it, sweet thing, fucking take it –” A fierce wave of pleasure crashed over Dabi as he finally came, splattering your insides with ropes of thick, velvety cum. The bed itself grunted and creaked as he locked his hips against yours, determined to give you every goddamn last drop of it. Dabi never wanted this feeling to end. You felt so good around him, your tight cunt milking him for every ounce of his cum. He grunted out a pleased moan, head dropping into the curve of your neck where he stayed until every inch of your insides was painted white with his spunk. You felt it spill against your wall, dribbling down the sides of his cock and the curve of your thighs. 

Dabi collapses on top of you, crumbling into your chest like a broken man – his own body finally satisfied. 

A moment of silence passed – both of you desperately attempting to catch a breath. You could barely move. Not that that was possible with a fucked-out man laying on top of you anyway. Dabi wasn’t kidding when he said he would make it worth the wait. Your muscles trembled with what felt like electricity, still feeling the effect of your many orgasms. Sweat creased your brow as you put a hand over your eyes, attempting to calm yourself down. 

Dabi stirred, placing a quick, chaste kiss on your lips. “Told ya I’d make you scream –” 

Of course. Right back to being a smug bastard.

“Shut up, Dabi…” 

“Admit it. You loved it.”

You raised an eyebrow at him – chuckling. As if that was ever in question. The man had made you cum several times and he still wanted you to say it out loud, didn’t he?

“Yeah…that was fucking amazing…”

A/N: I genuinely, truly hope this was a satisfying smut chapter for you my friends <3 it was a long time coming. There is one more small epilogue after this that I will be posting immediately.

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Hi, I'm wondering if you would be okay doing a Hobie x Miguel's afro-latina daughter. If not that's totes okay and I also adoreeeee your writing 💋🤍🤍

I would love to!!

Coast clear?

You smiled and laughed as Hobie dragged you along, you both sat in the photobooth now. He put his money in, and selected two strips.

“Alright, smile!” You both did so, and Hobie pulled you closer to him.

“Do a funny face!” The machine said as it counted down, you had an idea, grabbing his hands and making him hold your mouth up, so your fangs were visible, he gave a shocked and scared face.

You both laughed for a little.

“Something cute!”

You both kissed.

“Do your best pose!”

You both looked at each other, not knowing what to do, and you both just laughed as the camera took the picture.

“Oh man. Those turned out shitty.” He laughed as they showed on the screen, and asked if you wanted to print them now.

You both walked out the machine and waited for the strips to print, he had an arm around you as you both waited, talking and talking.

You laughed and soon the photos printed, you both quickly grabbed one.

“I look bad.” You shook your head and laughed.

“What you talkin’ bout’? You look fuckin’ sexy. And what have I said about-“

“The beauty standard is made for white woman and we shouldn’t believe in it because it is oppressive to everyone who isn’t seen as a white, blonde, blue eyed man or woman.”

“Exactly. That’s my girl.” He said, giving you a quick kiss and looking at the photos again.

“Im gonna frame it and put it on my wall. It’s beautiful.” He said, smiling proudly as you both continued to walk through the mall. (The mall that Hobie came to to steal and support the few small family businesses around)

(Idk bout malls where you guys r but the ones near me have tons of small businesses in them so)

“Alright, ready to go? You stayin’ tonight or nah?” He asked you, once you both had left.

“I would stay but my dads already suspicious of my so called friend. He started asking for phone numbers… so I can’t.”

“Nah, I get it. Your dads a real pain in the ass though.”

“I know.” You rested your head on his shoulder, you both sitting down on a bench. He wrapped his arm around you.

“Well, I guess you should be goin’ then?” He said after a while of silence, he checked the time.

“Yeah. I guess. I’ll see you tomorrow hopefully?” You asked, standing up. He nodded and stood up and you both walked to an empty alley.

You opened up a portal and looked at Hobie again. You kissed him for a while, and then turned back.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you” you said, with a small smile, he smiled back.

“See you, love you.”

You went into the portal and suddenly you were in your room. You smiled to yourself and you took out the photo strip in your pocket.

“Y/n.” Miguel said, from the dark corners of your room. He emerged out of the shadows.

You jumped, yelling and dropping the photo.

“Papà! I wasn’t expecting you to be home so soon…” you said, nervously as he came closer.

“Where were you?” He crossed his arms.

“I was… out.”

“Where were you?” He asked again.

“I was out… I went out.” You shrugged, and picked up the photo, sitting on the bed.

“With Hobie?” He grabbed the photo that you were trying to hide, and pointed at the one of you kissing.

You sighed and held your head down.

“Quería decirte. I knew you would be mad-“

“You’re damn right I’m mad?! Why are you universe hopping for no reason, you know how dangerous that is. He pointed to you. “And you didn’t tell me about Hobie?!”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” You mumbled, he sighed and sat down next to you. He put the photo down.

“Hobies just a pain in my ass is all. I just think that he’s… a bad influence.”

“He’s not a bad influence. He’s nice, and he’s sweet when you get to know him. Promise. And I’m sorry about the universe hopping.”

“Its- you know why I’m mad, don’t you?”

You shrugged.

“Because I love you. I care about you.” He said, looking at you.

“You look so much like your mom you know?” He laughed quietly and so did you. “Your hair and eyes..” he shook his head, standing up.

“Goodnight. I love you.” He said, leaving the room.

Then, when you closed your eyes, and laid down, a portal opened up next to you.

“I was waiting for you.” You said when he laid down next to you.

“Aren’t you always?”

“No. Don’t be so cocky. My dads here too, and he knows-“

“Oh fuck, seriously? He’s gonna make my life a livin’ hell-“

“I swear to god, Y/N O’HARA!” You heard him yell, you pushed hobie down to go under the bed, which he did.

You yawned and stretched.

“What’s up dad? You woke me up-“

He narrowed his eyes, looking around the room. He huffed and quickly went back to his room.

“Coast clear?”

“Yeah…” you said, and helped him back up into your bed.

“That was close.” You both laughed.

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