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exhaslo · 6 days

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Its the coldest day of the year so villain!miguel uses it as an exuse to cuddle with reader naked.

“its cold, we need to keep warm“ and you know miguel as a good heater he just keeps it off and his exuse is that ’he wants to save money’ but you know he can afford it.

lmao anything for the plot haha.

Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut

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It had only been a couple of weeks since Miguel finally because Spider-Man.

The city's new tyrant.

Life for the two of you was great. You were Miguel's pretty little fiance, staying in his penthouse being a good girl. You didn't want to disappoint him. You just wanted to help him do good and accomplish his goals.

However, Miguel was abusing your easily manipulated mind to do his crimes. He would find every excuse in the book to get you pregnant. To load you with his seed and make the perfect offspring.

Not like you complained or pushed away his advances. Miguel knew that every little bit of affection he gave you just kept you in the palm of his hand.

"Coldest day of the year?" Miguel muttered as he checked the weather in his office, "(Y/N) is going to be freezing,"

Concerned for you, Miguel summoned you to his office. You still worked for him at Alchemax. After all, no one could ever do as good as a job as you.

"Yes, Miguel?" You entered the office, "I was working on your schedule for the week. You have a lot-"

"Come here,"

You tilted your head but smiled as you hurried to Miguel's desk. Taking your spot, you tried to hide your excitement as Miguel rested his head against your lap. His hands rubbing circles around your waist.

"I don't feel any layers," Miguel said with a grunt, pulling you onto his lap, "It's cold outside."

"I know," You snuggled against his chest, "I'm trying on those thermal clothes you suggested."

"Hn," Miguel was quick to take your shirt off, checking the thermal technology as you shivered.

"M-Miguel..."

"Still not enough," He grunted, putting the shirt back on you, "Cancel my next meeting and met me in my private lab."

"Okay,"

You reached for your tablet, cancelling Miguel's appointment while you sat on his lap. Miguel rubbed your head before placing you back on his desk and leaving the office.

He had an idea. A devilish idea.

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You hummed happily as you approached Miguel's private lab. It was on a floor of its own since Miguel liked his quiet. Entering the main room, you gasped and shivered towards the temperature. It was freezing inside the lab.

"I may have suggested the thermal clothing, but nothing is ever good enough for my woman." Miguel spat as he approached you, "Come, let's get you warm."

"B-But...i-it's so...so....c-c-cold." You stuttered.

"Needed to save money somewhere," Miguel lied casually as he pulled you into his embrace, "Besides, you won't be cold for long."

"M-Miguel-" You whimpered.

Miguel picked you up and brought you over to the experiment seat. He laid you down and hovered over your body. His hands already resting against your pussy, rubbing circles against your clothes.

"Your body is going to focus on keeping warm. I'm sure it will be easier for your body to accept my seed."

"M-Miggy," You whined, squirming slightly.

"You've been naughty. Only wearing one layer. Can't go easy on a bad girl,"

You shuddered towards his words as Miguel undid your pants. He threw them on the side and proceeded to rip your panties, claiming that he told you to stop wearing them. You just put them on because you were cold.

You went to reach for Miguel, but he proceeded to nibble on your hand in response. With a whine, you gripped your shirt as Miguel thrusted his dick inside you. You arched your back, having to wait for him to give you permission to hold him.

"Always so wet for me, now that's a good girl," Miguel said with a dark chuckle.

You moaned in response as Miguel started to slap his hips into you. The sheer force of his dick making use of your pussy so hasty made your mind fuzzy. You were used to Miguel having sex with you, but it still felt amazing each time.

How every thrust made you feel like butterflies were fluttering in your stomach. How he made you cum with barely any effort. Or how Miguel would always fill you to the brim, making you feel so full that you couldn't move.

Everything felt like a dream.

Your body started to warm up as you cam against Miguel's dick. Panting heavily as you squeezed around his cock, you tried to reach out for Miguel again.

"I suppose you deserve to now," Miguel grunted as he kept thrusting inside of you.

Holding onto Miguel, you moaned in his ear happily as you melted against his touch. Surrendering your body to him as he made a sloppy mess of your cunt.

You wanted to apologize for dirtying his lab chair, but you knew that Miguel didn't care. He brought you in here to make a baby. Shivering as you felt Miguel bottom out inside you, you clenched against him, wanting to enjoy the moment.

"You're still shivering. Can't stop until that changes, now can we?" Miguel asked with a chuckle.

You just agreed, gasping as he kept his charade of thrusts. The lab echoed with the slapping sound of skin. The gushing noises of your juices mixing with his cum. Your moans getting louder as your body grew more sensitive to his movements.

Your body was warm now for sure.

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Miguel sighed softly as he turned the heat back on in the lab. Now he felt relaxed and ready to get back to work. Glancing at you on the chair, Miguel withheld a chuckle. You were sleeping soundly with his lab coat over you.

His cum pouring out of your cunt. Another fine job. Approaching you, Miguel fixed the chair so that your lower body was raised, wanting to keep his seed inside you.

"Mhpm," You whined in your sleep.

"All for the sake of the future, (Y/N)." Miguel whispered, kissing your head before grabbing your tablet.

Miguel pulled a seat beside you, wanting to get back to work while you slept. He had Lyla checking on your stats, making sure that you wouldn't get too cold.

"Hm, now what excuse will I use tomorrow?"

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UGH I NEED VILLAIN!Miguel in my life.

Hope you enjoyed!!

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderverse #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel x you #miguel x fem!reader

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kelin-is-writing · 1 year

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+18 MDNI

atsuhiro sako x fem!reader; reader is referred to as “brat” because of her behaviour but she’s of age, a little bit of dry humping. BE AWARE

atsuhiro hates when you avoid him, no matter what reason is behind all of it, he simply hates it because if you got a problem with him this man would love if you could just go straight to him and talk it out, face to face.

but no, you’ve choosed to not talk to him for five days now and what angers the man more is that with the other league members you do talk, it’s only him the one getting the silent treatment.

when he finally has had enough of this situation, atsuhiro decided to wait for you outside of your room, right by the door. if you ain’t coming to him, he will be the one going to you.

atsuhiro is standing there, coat and mask removed that he left behind inside his room, leaning on his cane with a leg crossed over the other while humming mindlessly with himself in the wait; as soon as the man sees you walk in the hallway, he beams right away.

the moment you saw him stand there in front of you, your eyes went wide as your heart started to leap inside your chest at having to inevitably confront him about what you’ve been doing to him these last few days.

“oh! look who’s there! the young lady that has been avoiding me.”, he threw at you with a foxy smirk that seemed carefree, but was actually full of venom just like his words and that genuinely took you off guard for a few seconds.

“i’m– i’m not avoiding you...”, you mutter, lying pathetically on his face looking away pouting awkwardly; of course he has noticed, how could he not when it was so blatant?

“ohh please darling, who are you trying to fool exactly?”, atsuhiro pressed arching his eyebrows inwardly with an amused stare, because your attempts on trying to mislead him where so cute and useless he giggled genuinely.

“no one. you’re reading too much into it, i just really need some alone time.”, away from you and the way you make my heart flutter, you would’ve wanted to add but didn’t, there was no need for compress to know about your one-sided crush on him, he would laugh at you.

the villain’s eyes furrowed at that answer as he went to elegantly cross his arms over his chest, inhaling deeply from his nose while tilting his head to the side slightly in a pondering way:

“that’s weird though, i could swear that you’re being like this only to me.”

you flinched imperceptibly, cheeks flushing immediately at what he just said, a shiver running down your back as you finally came to terms with the fact that he had caught you red-handed and wasn’t going to be merciful.

oh~?, he thought with himself the moment your face became a faint tint of red, eyes adverting from his timidly, making atsuhiro shudder delighted by such an endearing sight in front of him.

“that’s not true... you’re being so unnecessarily pushy”, and with that last flustered call out you started walking toward him steadily, wanting to be out of there as fast as possible. when you stepped past sako’s figure, you continued “just leave me alone.”

that was it.

with a sarcastic huff he let his cane drop to the floor, the second later he had turned back to you grabbing your arm delicately but still firmly, his other hand went to rest on your hip before atsuhiro pushed you against the wall in a blink.

you looked up at him dumbfounded, not understanding anything of what was going on in that moment, whereas the man glanced down at you with a calm smile across his nonchalant face as if all that was a normal occurrence.

“can’t leave alone such a cute brat—”

the next thing you know, atsuhiro had trapped your chin between thumb and index while bending down to press his lips against yours, leaving you speechless to say the least.

as you stared into his brown eyes still shocked, he fluttered them close tilting his head to the side before locking your lips together, making you notice that they matched perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle that found themselves and that made your breath hitch inside your throat; sako took it as a chance to sneak his tongue inside your mouth, starting to kiss you more fervently but still with that elegance and class that characterised the man in front of you.

after few moments the two of you parted from each others, your eyes completely hypnotised by his that were intensely glancing down at you, a string of saliva connecting your tongues as atsuhiro smiled mischievously and that was when you nearly fell on the floor from how overwhelming the makeout session if it wasn’t for his leg that he positioned between yours, pressing it against your core.

you let out a gasp tumbling forward at that movement, hands going to rest on his thigh for support as your head hung low right now, too much has been going on for the last few minutes and you still haven’t catched on any of them fully yet.

“do you know how sexy you look right now, my angel?”, atsuhiro questioned while starting to rub slowly his leg against your clothed pussy, a small trembling whimper leaving your lips. he leaned down to your ear “so damn sexy...”, he whispered in an half moan, smirking satisfied when he felt you grind on his thigh desperately for more friction.

“w-why are you– ah! doing this?”, you slurred arching your back leaning closer to his face panting, biting your lower lip at the realization that his leg wasn’t enough to make the heat in your core go away, you need something else.

“because you keep looking at me like you’re begging to be devoured.”, he says back while breathing heavily, sly smirk on his lips as he goes to loosen the necktie, feeling his dick harden inside his pants at seeing the way you blush and start to mouth surprised. “what? did you really think i wouldn’t notice?”, the silence that followed made him laugh wholeheartedly, because... how could he not notice when your stare was so intense it has nearly formed a hole on his face as of now?

those lovestruck eyes looking at him feverishly, your teethes nibbling at your bottom lip and those pretty legs of yours pressing together in a vain attempt of calming the arousal between them. everytime atsuhiro spoke you were wrapped around his finger and he has noticed it, when he did the villain couldn’t think of anything else other than bending you over one of the bar’s tables and ram his dick inside your needy pussy, his name coming out from your pretty lips as moans.

the man pushed his thigh against your core more, watching as you grit your teethes in a useless try to not let out a sound, but even though you tried so hard it was inevitable for whimpers and gasps to escape, especially then he tensed his leg while pushing you down on it.

“you’re such a jerk...”, was what came out from your lips and he was taken aback, despite the cocky smile on his lips, atsuhiro was about to bite back when you kept talking “just– stop teasing me already...”, you whined pitifully, your face completely melted under his ministrations, he was playing with you since the kiss and it was honestly way more than you could handle. there’s no way dry humping alone would satisfy you.

the villain snorted making a pout form on your pretty ticked of face, before he grabbed delicately your jaw and leaned down to press his lips against yours once again, this time pushing his tongue right away into your mouth.

atsuhiro removed his leg from between your legs, making a disappointed whine come out of you that disappeared into the kiss, he then grabbed your leg from underneath and hooked it up his waist, doing the same with the other one before hoisting you up against the wall, his full hard on pressed flush against your clothed cunt giving you goosebumps.

when he parted, still an inch away from you, the man looked into your eyes with an hunger and lust you’ve never seen nor ever expected from someone as elegant and collected as him.

“after all, i really like you y/n...”, at those words you jumped turning red like a tomato in no time, an amused yet dangerous smirk curled up his lips as his left gloved thumb went to press onto your bottom lip before going past them and even your teethes to rest flat on your tongue, holding it down as your spit started to coat the leather until slowly drool didn’t began trailing down from the corner of your mouth.

atsuhiro’s eyes darkened even more when you started to let out muffled moans as he was grinding his hips into yours eagerly:

“don’t worry darling, because i’m gonna take care of you all night long.”

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thegirlwholived1213 · 1 year

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Hero's eyes burned as they stared at the glowing computer screen in front of them, back arched in a position they knew would leave them stiff once this final report was in. They glanced at the clock, sighing. They could almost hear the deadline creeping closer, fingers gliding over the keys as the words flowed onto the screen. After finishing a paragraph they forced themselves to lean back in the rolling chair they sat in, groaning and stretching, elbows pushing back. They shook their hands out, intending to return to the document in front of them but paused. They listened for a moment, trying to convince themselves that the sound coming from the hall had been only a figment of their fatigue. They shrugged, wrists settling against the laptop but then they heard a new sound, now sure they weren't imagining things.

They could tell just by the rise and fall of the footsteps exactly who was coming down the hall towards the door. Even though a haze in Hero's eyes as they stood, ignoring the slight tunnel vision from the sudden change, they could tell it was Villian. They could just imagine them sauntering towards the door, a smirk plain to see. And they were right. As Villain opened the door, smirking wide, Hero sighed.

"Villian, I just got done fighting you two hours ago. Can't I get a night to myself?" Hero sighed, plopping back into their chair. Villian opened their mouth, a snarky response ready but they closed their mouth again, reconsidering their next words.

"Jeez, Hero you look like you haven't slept in days."

"Yeah, I think you cracked the case." Hero sighed, scrubbing a hand over their bloodshot eyes. They pushed their chair in, fingers grazing the keys. Villain sighed as Hero stared at the screen, gaze unfocused before they walked forward. Hero jolted, hands raising to protect themselves, but Villian only snatched the laptop.

"Hey, no I need to get that done!" They groaned, standing up and walking over to Villain. They reached out but Villain pulled the computer away last second, their other hand tapping different keys. Each time Hero reached out for their work Villain pulled it away, Hero's movements becoming sluggish as their eyes drooped. They sighed, hands dropping to their sides.

"I don't have time for thi-"

Villain rolled their eyes and shut the laptop.

"No! I need to finish that by tomorrow-"

"Look at you, you can barely stand."

"You just ruined it all, now I have to restart!"

"Don't be silly, I saved your work."

Hero huffed, frustrated and forced their eyes to stay open. "Why do you even care? Get out of my hous-"

"Oh, trust me I do not care about you or your work. I came in here expecting a good fight, not for you to start whining about a paper and barely able to stay conscious." They scolded, setting the computer down on the desk. They then reached out, taking Hero by the wrist before they even realized what was happening. Villain started pulling them out of the room while they squirmed, weak protests doing nothing against Villian's iron grip. Villain shoved them into the bedroom, and they stumbled, catching themselves on the armrest of a chair.

"Now go to sleep." Villain commanded, pulling their door closed.

Hero considered, for a moment, but shook the thought away. No, no. They really had to finish, and they couldn't just sleep. Villian was in their house. They stumbled over to the door, pulling on the handle and yanking the door open. Villian sighed, halfway out the front door.

"I won't tell you again, Go. To. Sleep."

"No, you don't get to tell me what to do! This is my house!"

They could see the annoyance and anger cross Villain's face as they walked back into the study, snatching up their laptop. They turned around and ran right into Villain who wrapped their arms around them and hoisted Hero into the air.

"Hey, Hey! Put me down!" Hero screeched, legs kicking weakly. Villain bumped the switch and turned off the study and hallway lights, Hero's protests quieting in their arms. Villain pushed through the now ajar bedroom door, plopping Hero onto the bed. Hero sighed, Villain, taking the laptop from their hands and tossing it onto the chair. They then grabbed Hero's comforter, begrudgingly pulling the covers over Hero.

"I thought you didn't care.." Hero smirked, eyes staring into Villains.

"Again, I don't, but how am I supposed to fight you if you haven't slept?"

Hero sat up again, about to protest, and Villain glared at them.

"Alright that's it."

Villain walked to the door, turning the light off before turning back and climbing onto the bed next to Hero. Hero tried to squirm away, but Villain was too quick, laying down next to them and wrapping one arm around their waist, pulling them in close and the other hand around their mouth, restraining them. Hero fought feebly for a minute, but as soon as they relaxed, fatigue gripping their consciousness, Villain loosened their grip to comfortably hug Hero close.

Every alarm was going off in Hero's head.

This is Villain. They are in your house, you aren't safe. No, no, no don't sleep.

Yet Hero found themselves melting into villain's grip. They had lived alone for so long, the stress from work and school eating away at them slowly. Now, relaxing into the arms of another, someone who only brought them more pain, Hero couldn't help but relax into their soothingly cool grasp.

Soon Hero's breathing slowed and evened, and Villain pulled the hand away from their face. They considered now leaving, knowing Hero was out for the count but changed their mind, telling themselves it would wake Hero up and they would have to do it all again. They let themselves relax, breathing coming to match Hero's

Perhaps they did care, just a little bit.

#villain #hero #villain x hero #hero x villain #hero prompt #villain prompt #sorta whump?#Not really haha #villain x hero drabble #whump promt #whumper #whumpee

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world-of-fire-and-flight · 1 year

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The Lair in the Woods: Part 8

A/N: No editing, we die like men😅

Warnings: threats (mostly in jest), reference to stalking/being stalked, anxiety, medical scenario, reference to past injury, reference to past near-death experience, fear, fear of being stalked

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“…ould we wake them?” A low voice slowly drew Supervillain from their slumber. Buoying between sleep and wakefulness, Supervillain managed to gather their wits before they moved, realizing the weight pressing against their one side as a person slumped against them.

Their eyes slid toward the sound the voice had come from, their ears pricking at the whispered reply of uncertainty.

“I would advise against that if you value your lives,” Supervillain hissed under their breath, finally finding Medic and Right Hand in the darkened living room. As the pair gaped at them, Supervillain turned their attention to slowly disengaging themselves from Civilian’s sleeping form, praying they wouldn’t wake as they managed to maneuver away from them and set a pillow under them in their place.

Stepping away from the makeshift bed, Supervillain’s gaze lingered a moment longer than they should’ve allowed just to be sure that Civilian hadn’t woken. Satisfied they’d managed to escape without waking them, Supervillain turned to motion for their associates to follow them.

Right Hand’s eyes held a teasing glimmer that made their blood boil. They met their gaze with a hard glare. Clenching their jaw, Supervillain ignored them and strode past them both toward the hallway.

Once they were all safely out in the frigid hallway and the door to their private quarters shut firmly to ensure Civilian didn’t hear them, Supervillain grumbled, “Not a word to anyone, or I’ll kill you both.”

“Hey, say no more,” Right Hand said, an amused lilt to their voice, “but before I let this go, I just have to ask, you couldn’t get away before?”

Supervillain sighed. Exasperation eased the tension from their shoulders. “I couldn’t. Civilian is like a cat, I couldn’t just push them off.”

Medic hummed. “Tell that to your heart rate.”

“Did you two come here just to gamble with your lives, or do you actually have something of importance needing my attention?” Supervillain crossed their arms over their chest and morphed their appearance in what many considered to be their true face: a pinched face that wasn’t altogether unpleasing to look at but also not conventionally handsome. It seemed to unsettle people, and that’s what Supervillain liked about it. It put people on edge until they decided whether or not he was too seedy to be around or somehow beautiful enough to fall for their rouse.

But in reality, they knew Right Hand hated watching them shapeshift. Medic didn’t seemed too fazed by it anymore, but even they got the message.

Barely meeting their gaze, Right Hand offered them a thin file folder. “This is a short-list of any supers who might could use their abilities to stalk someone, as well as some suspected stalkers in Civilian’s area the police couldn’t never quite prove without a doubt were guilty, barely finding circumstantial evidence against them.”

Supervillain accepted the file, slightly disheartened at how thin it was. But then again, maybe that was a blessing in and of itself. Now they only had handful of suspects instead of a whole pool. If they could prove a link between any of these supers and Civilian, they’d have found their stalker and could take care of it.

They flipped through the file, scanning the pages of the profiles Right Hand had pulled containing information like the supers’ civilian name, their hero or villain name if they had one, their powers, and any other information they’d gathered on them. As they did, they stopped on a page and gave it a hard look, their eyebrow arching.

“Why is Mirth included on here?” Annoyance flared in their bloodstream.

Medic snickered, “Probably cause Right Hand fancies her.”

“Uh-huh, but that still doesn’t answer my question, now does it?”

“It sort of does,” Medic mumbled at the same time as Right Hand stuttered, “Well, she does have powers that would aid in—”

Supervillain cut them off with a shake of their head. They snapped the file closed and pinched the bridge of their nose with their free hand. “That might be true but do you honestly believe that Mirth of all heroes capable of stalking someone and sending threatening messages?”

Medic and Right Hand shared a glance.

“When you put it like that,” Right Hand said slowly, “no, but I figured after what she did to Other Supervillain, maybe she was worth considering.”

“She operated halfway across the country.”

Medic raised their hands like they were surrendering. “I tried to tell them but they wouldn’t listen.”

“Right,” Supervillain drawled, opening the file once more and plucking Mirth’s profile and handing it back to Right Hand. “In any case, this is a good start. Have you found out anything about Civilian’s connections and if their stalker is someone they do know?”

“I’m still looking into it and cross-referencing what I’ve found with our data and anything I can hack into, but so far nothing. Civilian’s associates all check out.”

Supervillain sagged with relief. Catching themselves, they straightened and cleared their throat. “Report to me immediately if you find anything. I’ll get this to my contact in the city.”

“Oh? And who might that be?” Right Hand’s brows raised.

“None of your concern. I made a bargain and that’s all you need to know at the moment.”

Medic kicked Right Hand in the shin before they could say anything more. “All right then. I’ll be back in the morning to check on Civilian. In the meantime, I’ll keep Right Hand out of trouble.”

“And you’re doing a great job of it,” Supervillain said dryly, not bothering to keep their voice down. How these two had become their closest confidants they’ll never wholly understand. Shaking their head, Supervillain took a step toward their chamber door, glad for the second alone. Their body flushed with heat. Their skin crawled, stretching and pulling and shrinking back into place as they shifted back into the image Civilian knew them as. Already their mind was thinking of a plan to catch their stalker, regardless of what their intelligence gathering could grant them. But first, they needed a shower and some breakfast, some time to clear their head before Civilian inevitably woke up and needed to be looked after.

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Civilian stretched, not bothering to open their eyes. Wood smoke tickled their nose. A fire crackled somewhere close to them. By all means, between the atmosphere beyond their closed eyes and the warmth surrounding them, it was the most at peace they’d felt in days even accounting for the ache that blanketed their whole body.

Slowly, they willed their eyes to peel open and stay open. Civilian frowned. Their addled mind couldn’t place the wood paneled wall or the floor-to-ceiling stone fireplace. Neither could they remember ever owning a fur blanket—or so many blankets—and they certainly didn’t think they’d sleep anywhere but their bed.

Sitting up, Civilian glanced around, their eyes lingering on each little detail as they tried to wipe the cobwebs from their mind.

A spark shuddered through them. Supervillain. The storm. The old ski lodge.

Groaning, Civilian sank back into the bed of blankets and furs, pulling a blanket over their head and curling up. They just wanted a moment. Or better yet, a complete break from reality. Just for a little while, they silently pleaded with whatever universal powers would listen and take pity on them.

Soft footsteps reached their ears, as did the slight creak of the floorboards. Willing themselves to peel the blanket away from their face and peek out at the world to see who was coming, Civilian was immediately met with the curious gaze of Supervillain.

“Good morning?” they said, their lips quirked in a bemused smile.

Despite themselves, Civilian groaned and brought the blanket back up over their head, praying that Supervillain would just leave them alone.

“Ah, so it’s that kind of day. Well, I was just about to make breakfast and I expect Medic will be around shortly to check in on you. You’re welcome to pretend you don’t exist if that’s what you want. I, on the other hand, will be making waffles.”

Civilian bit their lip, tempted by the promise of food but not entirely willing to leave their cocoon. Hesitantly, they asked, “Do I have to get up?”

Supervillain’s chuckle was like thunder to their ears. “Not if you don’t want to. I’ll bring you a plate when they’re ready.”

“Thank you.” Civilian turned their face into the soft bedroll beneath them as though it could swallow them whole and actually hide them from the world, but alas, it left them alone and feeling utterly exposed.

Supervillain hummed in acknowledgement but remained silent. The only other indication of their presence was the soft footsteps that faded away toward where Civilian had gathered the kitchen was.

A burst of static turned Civilian’s heart beat into a frenzy. And then it was gone and the room was silent again except for the frantic beating of Civilian’s heart between their ears.

“Damn,” they heard Supervillain mutter. A little louder they said, “Sorry about that. I didn’t realize I’d left the radio on so loud, or that the storm had knocked out the weather station. The blizzard’s stopped though, so as soon as Medic says you’re fit to travel, we could probably take the snow mobiles back to your retreat here on the mountain. That is if you want to.”

Civilian took a long breath in through their nose. Realizing there was no sense in outrunning the day, they sat up and let the blanket fall to their lap. “And what about my stalker? Are…Does your offer to help still stand?”

“My team and I already compiled a list of supers who possess powers that could definitely lend themselves to being a difficult stalker to catch. I haven’t heard from my…associate in the city yet. I imagine they have their hands full with the blizzard now.”

Civilian nodded. Drawing their legs up to their chest, they threaded their fingers through their hair and meant to let their head rest in the hand. They quickly pulled their hand away from their hair in disgust. They couldn’t remember the last time they’d washed their hair, but they definitely needed to today.

A distant knock and the subsequent pause in Supervillain’s preparation of the waffles broke them from their pining after a shower and a fresh set of clothes.

“And that’s probably Medic now,” Supervillain sighed.

Sure enough, a moment later Civilian was greeted by the person who’d woke them from their fitful slumber last night or yesterday.

“Hello again,” they said, offering them a soft smile. “I’m Medic, though you probably already know that. Sorry about yesterday, I didn’t mean to startle you. Is it okay if I come a little closer?”

Civilian nodded, watching their slow movements as Medic set their medical bag on the edge of the bed beside them and came to stand before them.

“So, how are you feeling?” they asked.

“Okay…” Civilian said, still watching them warily.

Medic nodded. Civilian expected some form of condescension to mar their features or crinkle their eyes, but Medic remained completely calm and open. “Any aches or pain anywhere?”

“Yeah. My entire body aches.”

“Do you still feel cold?”

“Uh,” Civilian paused, considering the question for a second before they answer. “No, not anymore.”

“That’s great,” Medic beamed. “All right then the only left to do is check your vitals and then I’ll be out of your hair. Is that okay with you.”

Civilian nodded, a little more at ease than they were previously. Maybe they shouldn’t have been but Medic didn’t seem to have a threatening bone in their body—and the aroma of waffles wafting through the room was starting to make Civilian’s mouth water.

Medic walked them through everything they did before bringing out their instruments, something Civilian was grateful for and suspected Medic did on purpose so they wouldn’t startle them. After listening to their lungs and checking their eyes, Medic placed the blood pressure cuff on them and inflated it.

After a moment, they removed it and packed everything away.

“So your blood pressure is a little elevated, though nothing to be concerned about given the circumstances.” They tilted their head, frowning. “You don’t have a history of high blood pressure, do you?”

Civilian shook their head.

Medic nodded slowly. “Then it’s definitely just a result of recent stress factors. Do you have any questions for me?”

“No…wait,” Civilian started, “can I take a shower?”

Medic shrugged. “If you’re up for it, I don’t see why not. Try not to make it too hot though. Your body temperature is stable, but I wouldn’t want you to shock your system again so soon after your prolonged exposure to the cold.”

“Okay.”

With a word of goodbye, Medic left and Supervillain soon took their place, a plate of waffles in their hand.

“There’s more in the kitchen if you want some,” they offered.

“Thanks,” Civilian said, eagerly accepting the warm plate.

“When you’re done, I’ll show you to the bathroom. It’s adjoined to my bedroom so…” Supervillain trailed off. Their gaze dropped to their feet. “We’re still working on getting the power restored to the main parts of the building, so unless you want to brave the frigid hallways, the en suite’s the closest one to us.”

Civilian bobbed their head. “That’s fine. I mean, I don’t want to impose, or impose anymore than I already have, I just want to—”

“It’s fine, and you’re really not imposing,” Supervillain assured them softly. “I’ll try and find some fresh clothes that’ll fit you in the meantime.”

Civilian nodded, watching them as they walked off down the hallway that would inevitably lead to their bedroom. More and more, they didn’t know what to think of their savior or what their motivations might be. But at least there was one thing they were certain of: they were really good at making waffles and pancakes, so even if they were their stalker, at least Civilian had gotten something good out of the whole situation.

Not all they had to do was figure out how to leave this place, and just who they could trust if not Supervillain and their team.

Their waffles provided them no insight other than the comfort of a happy appetite. By the time they’d finished, Supervillain was back and informed them that they’d left a change of clothes in the bathroom for them for when they wanted them. With no time like the present, Civilian begrudgingly stood from the bed on weak legs. Carefully wrapping a blanket around themselves like it could shield them, Civilian trailed after Supervillain as they led the way to most luxurious bathroom they’d ever seen. Civilian greedily eyed the free standing soaker tub, realizing that maybe a good soak would do them a world of good that a shower just couldn’t possibly do.

Supervillain left, and for the first time in days, Civilian felt as though they were truly alone.

The feeling didn’t stop them for searching as much of the bathroom as they could reach for any signs of cameras though. They doubted the paranoia of being stalked would ever leave them, but for one fleeting moment as they lowered themselves into the warm water of the tub, they thought maybe in time, they’d overcome it.

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chaotic-orphan · 1 year

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Villain’s gift, pt. 3

@enteredin2eternity idk why it’s not tagging properly but this one is for you if you see it

Part one here

Part two here

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Villain didn’t bother waiting until dinner. Their mind was reeling at Supervillain’s gift for their birthday. Hero. Their hero.

So villain strut down the hall and threw open the doors to Supervillain’s map room. Supervillain was standing talking with Henchmen at the far end of the map of the city, expression hard and when Villain entered Supervillain’s eyebrows rose in surprise.

“Villain. Finished with your gift so soon?” Supervillain asked, a strained smile on their face. Supervillain turned their wrist to look at their watch and then back at Villain with a frown. “I thought we said dinner?”

“I asked you if you had hero,” said Villain. “You lied to me.”

Supervillain’s mouth twisted on their face and they leaned over to henchmen. “Give us the room.”

The henchmen obeyed and they walked out the same way Villain walked in, closing the doors behind them. Villain didn’t think about this part. The part where they were alone with supervillain. The most powerful person in the city. It didn’t come up in their rage induced brain to what they’d actually say to supervillain.

“I asked you. Not once, or twice. I asked you every week if you knew what happened and you lied to me.”

“I didn’t want to ruin your surprise,” supervillain said unapologetically. “Plus they weren’t ready yet.”

“Weren’t broken, you mean.”

Supervillain’s eyes cut into villain’s and Villain’s blood ran cold. “Careful Villain. I like you. Don’t mistake that for kindness, I still demand respect in my home.”

Villain swallowed hard and looked away, folding their arms over their chest. “Don’t pretend you got hero for me. You just needed them off your little chessboard so you could move the pawns more freely.”

Move me more freely, villain didn’t say.

Every week Villain went to supervillain, begging them to help them find hero and every week Supervillain promised they would help villain. They had grown close over the time, when it was all based on a lie. Supervillain had known where hero was the entire time. They just didn’t tell them.

“Why can’t it be both, Villain? Why must it be one of the other, hmm?” Supervillain asked, walking around the table and down towards where Villain stood. “Why can’t it be that yes, I wanted them off the table, and when I finally did my one purpose for them was to give to you. You know I don’t keep prisoners,” supervillain said, a gentle hand on Villain’s arm.

“I did this for you. I knew you’d be so happy.”

“I am,” said Villain. Happy they were still alive. “But —“

“No,” supervillain said sharply. Villain turned their body to face Supervillain now.

“You didn’t even hear my request.”

“I don’t need to. I am not releasing hero so they can run back to the agency, Villain. No. I still need them off the board.”

“And if I release them?” Villain asked looking supervillain in the eyes. It was a mistake. They knew it was a mistake the minute they opened their mouth.

Villain had barely got the words out when supervillain pinned them to the table. Villain’s back arching their feet still on the ground and they gasped as their shoulders hit the hard wood of the table, supervillain standing above them, a hand on their throat.

“If you release them, villain, that would be very naughty. You know what happens when you’re naughty, don’t you?”

“Fuck you,” villain gasped, trying to relieve some of the pressure on their neck.

“On the contrary,” supervillain purred, stepping between villain’s legs and pushing them open, unable to close them with supervillain’s hips keeping them open. “Fuck you.”

Villain gave up their struggle and just stared at supervillain who smiled down at them. “If you must,” supervillain continued hand going from villain’s neck down to their chest and then placing both hands on their waist they said: “you can play with hero. I’ll allow it. You can fill your days with whatever the fuck you two do. But if hero tries to escape, I’ll kill them and take you as my prisoner instead, is that understood?”

“Yes,” Villain breathed and Supervillain’s fingers tightened on villain’s waist.

“Yes what?”

Villain didn’t reply. Instead they leaned up and kissed supervillain. Supervillain responded immediately, going to deepen it when they pulled away and said: “after dinner. I have matters to attend to. You know what I want. Now go. See you later.”

“Thank you supervillain,” villain said and walked away far happier than before. Meanwhile supervillain stood in the map room, frowning at the spot where villain was and wondering why they had such an effect on them…

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angiezidler205 · 4 months

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Baron Bad Beaver

Rockbert fanfic

A bit suggestive at the bottom

Rocko just got out of work and boy was he hot. He had to dress up as Really Really Big Man for the fans because the real Big Man was out sick. Apparently he caught a Nipple Disease and he's at home resting. Rocko had an offer that he'll get a raise of twenty-five cents if he dressed up as the hero and took pictures with the fans. Rocko agreed but wanted a week off after this, since he'd promised Norbert that they'll spend the week together. Mr. Smitty wasn't sure about it but Rocko brought up how he's been working overtime for a while. Mr. Smitty finally agreed and Rocko dressed up as the hero and kept the act for the entire shift. Once Rocko arrived home, he'd noticed something on his roof. He got out of his car and looked up to notice that it was a buff beaver. “Um, excuse me? Muscular Beaver? Can you get off my roof?”, Rocko asked while he was looking up at the strange muscular beaver.

“Ahhh, So we finally meet at last, Really Really Big Man! I, Muscular Beaver is in desperate need of your help!”, The beaver said as he pointed at him. Rocko was confused but knew that familiar voice. “Daggett?! What are you doing on my roof?!”, Rocko called out but was talked down by the beaver. “My name is Not Daggett. My name is Muscular Beaver!!! No one, not even I, knows my identity.”. Rocko grew even more confused but decided to play along. I guess this is the roleplay Norbert told him about a while back. Daggett tends to act like he's a superhero and “save” lives. Rocko decided that he should play along for a while. Maybe Norbert went out to get something and left Daggett here to take care of Spunky. Rocko then pushed Daggett off of him and got up. “Alrighty Muscular Beaver I'll help you out.”, Rocko said as he dusted himself off.

“Not so fast!”, Another voice can be heard. Rocko looked around and noticed his garage was opening slowly to reveal another beaver wearing a dark outfit and a bucket as a helmet. He tilted his head confused but the beaver appeared and pointed at him. “I'm here for you Really Really Big Man! I want you to join my dark side and together we will rule the world!!”, The villain said while walking up to him. Rocko was even more confused at who this character is and Daggett then spoke up. “My arch nemesis! Baron Bad Beaver!!! You will never take him away! He's a Hero, Not a Villain!!!”, Daggett yelled while pointing at Baron. Baron poked Daggett’s face, “We'll see about that Muscular Beaver!!!”. He then pointed at the tree, “Look! A lost puppy is stuck on the tree!”. Daggett looked up to see Spunky sleeping peacefully on the tree. Daggett gasped and raced towards the pup, “Fear Not Citizen!! I, Muscular Beaver, Will Save You!!!”.

As Daggett left Baron looked at Rocko and smirked inside the helmet. He grabbed Rocko and took him inside the garage and slammed the button to close it. Rocko grew extremely nervous and Baron walked towards him. “You may think being a hero is good and righteous, but being a villain is better. Join me Big Man and together. We can rule the world.”. Rocko felt his face flush at his tone and looked away, “U-Uhh I don't a-agree. Being a h-hero is a good thing! A-Also I don't think Norbert will like this.”. Baron chuckled, “Oh don't worry about that. Rocko.”. Baron took off his helmet to reveal Norbert under. Rocko felt his heart race, his face grew red, and his mouth was open. Norbert smirked and put back on the helmet, “That's better. Now. Why don't you be a bad guy and you and I can. Do many naughty things.”. Norbert said as he pinned Rocko to the wall while caressing his face. Rocko felt his heart stutter and his legs go wobbly, “O-Oh My. Baron Bad Beaver. W-What are you doing to me?”. Norbert smirked and lifted his helmet a bit to whisper in his ear, “I'm convincing you to become a bad Wallaby.”. Rocko's heart melted at his tone and felt Norbert's hand travel down his chest. “So what do you say? Rocko. Want to be my bad Wallaby? I'll let you do So Many Bad things to me in my… Private Room.”, Norbert said as he nibbled his neck. Rocko moaned softly and then yanked Norbert's helmet off and kissed him. Norbert kissed back and lifted the Wallaby up. He grinded on him while kissing him deeper and deeper. Rocko moaned and felt heat travel down lower. He gripped onto Norbert's hair and moaned in his mouth. They soon heard the garage door opening and Rocko panicked. He almost fell off of Norbert and his friend immediately went away. Norbert put on his helmet quickly to cover his red face.

“Ah Hah!!! I knew you'd be here Baron Bad Beaver!!! Let Big Man go this instant!!!!”, Daggett said as he pointed at Norbert. Norbert smirked and pointed back, “Too Late Muscular Beaver!! Big Man has already agreed to join me!! Hahahahaha!!!!”. Daggett growled and pushed him away, “No! He is too Good to be bad!! Right Really Really Big Man!”. Rocko looked at them and couldn't choose. Whether to be good and save the world, or be bad with someone you have a major crush on. Rocko took a deep breath and then pinned Norbert to the wall, “That's Right Muscular Beaver! I will Never join the Dark Side!”. Daggett cheered while Norbert stared in shock. Norbert then smirked, “Oh Big Man. What are you going to do to me? Punish me? Oooooh that makes me want to be even badder in order to get all of your attention.”. Rocko felt his face flush while Daggett gags. “Norb!! I know he's your boyfriend but don't start any weird crackships in my comic book series!!!”, Daggett yelled in disgust. Norbert chuckled and escaped Rocko's grasp and kicked Daggett away, “Ha Ha!!!! Fooled you both!!! Now I will escape and None of You will Catch Me!!!”. Norbert runs inside the house and Daggett gets up, “Drats!! He has fooled us!! Come Big Man!! We must put an end to Baron Bad Beaver!!!”.

Rocko chased Norbert and looked around with Daggett. Daggett rushed upstairs only to get kicked down the stairs by Norbert. He heard Norbert's evil laugh and his heart sped up at the sound of it. Daggett got up and growled, “You Fiend!!! You will pay for this!!!”. He rushed back upstairs and soon both beavers rolled down the stairs fighting. Rocko rushed over to see if they're ok but was grabbed by Norbert. He was thrown to the couch gently and he looked to see Daggett get thrown in the closet and locked in there. “Don't Worry Big Man!!! I'll find a way out!! You deal with Baron Bad Beaver!!!”, Daggett called out from the closet. Norbert looked at Rocko with a smirk while the poor Wallaby felt more nervous than before. Rocko then had an idea and immediately rushed upstairs, “Don't worry Muscular Beaver! I uhh I-I'll Take Care of this Fiend!!”. Norbert chased him and Rocko ran inside his room. Norbert ran in as well only for the door to close and be locked by the Wallaby. Norbert smirked, “We have one round and one hour until Dag gets out of the closet.”. Rocko felt his face flush by that but shook his head, “N–Now Norb. I don't want him to walk in on us.”.

“I meant roughhousing honey, get your mind out of the gutter.”, Norbert smirked at Rocko getting embarrassed. He then pinned Rocko to the bed and smirked, “But I love your idea. Let's see how strong you really are, Big Man.”. Rocko felt his face burn and his legs tremble in excitement. Norbert then took off his helmet and kissed his lips softly. Rocko kissed back and looked around.

Daggett was trying to get the door unlocked until he heard a loud bang upstairs and Norb screaming. “Haha!!!! Big Man is defeating Baron Bad Beaver!!!! I shall hurry before Baron tries anything!”, Daggett said while still trying to unlock the door. He looked around and noticed a magnet on the floor and picked it up. “Ah-Ha!!! With this Magnet I shall use its power to unlock this door and help Big Man!!!”, Daggett said triumphantly. He placed the magnet on the door for a moment and then banged on it to see if it'll open it. It took at least thirty minutes for the lock to finally come off and Daggett laughed. “Foolish Villain can't stop me!!!”, Daggett said as he opened the door. He rushed upstairs quickly, “Fear Not Big Man!! I, Muscular Beaver, is coming to Help You!!!!!”. He kicked down Rocko's door only to see Norbert on the bed exhausted. Rocko was standing by the bed looking a mess and pointed at him, “Quick Muscular Beaver! The magnet!!”. Daggett looked at his hand to see that he's still holding it and threw it at Norbert. It flew over his head and yanked off the bucket to reveal Norbert's red face.

“Haha!!! We have Successfully Defeated Baron Bad Beaver!!!! Thank you Big Man, with your help I have finally defeated my rival!!!”, Daggett said while pointing at Norbert. Rocko nodded, “Anything for a friend, Muscular Beaver!”. Rocko noticed Norbert getting up and wobbled to the restroom, “Alright game over Dag. I need to clean up.”. Daggett looked at him confused, “What do you mean?”. Norbert looked at him, “I'm sweaty, sore and full of stuff.”. Daggett made a disgusted look and left, “I'm not going to ask.”. Rocko felt his face flush as he followed Norbert and closed the restroom door. They both began helping each other take off their costumes and Rocko inspected the bottom of his costume.

“Oh Cripes. I’m going to need a new costume. You ripped the bottom part open Norbert.”, Rocko said as he tossed the ruined costume. Norbert chuckled, “Don't blame me. You couldn't even take it off. You practically begged me to rip it open.”. Rocko rolled his eyes then thought about what they did. His face grew red at how Norbert was acting as a villain. He… He honestly wanted to see this side of him more. “U-Uhh Norbert?”, Rocko asked. Norbert looked at him curious while turning on the shower, “Yeah Rocko??”.

“D..Do you uhhh. M-Mind if we uhhh. If we.. Do this again sometime??”, Rocko stuttered. Norbert tilted his head confused and chuckled softly, “We make love almost all the time honey. At least three times a month or two.”. Rocko shook his head and took Norbert's hands, “No I mean. C-Can we do this hero villain roleplay again? Just… You and me? Alone? Not everyday but at least whenever we… We want to make things interesting or to have fun?”. Norbert's eyes shined with joy and he hugged Rocko tight, “Yes! I-I mean yeah! I… I never had someone ask me that before… Other than my brother I mean.”. Rocko smiled and kissed all over his head, “Well. Glad that I'll be your first Norby.”.

Norbert giggled and pulled him in the shower. They both cleaned each other and soon got out. They hugged each other's wet nude bodies, while a single towel was wrapped around both their waist. Norbert nuzzled Rocko's chest while Rocko kissed his head softly. Norbert then kissed his chest and smiled, “Thank you.”. Rocko looked down at him confused, “For what Norby Beauty?”. Norbert looked up at him with love and smiled, “For loving me even though I'm weird.”. Rocko chuckled and kissed his lips softly, “I'll always love you for you Norbert. Also I'm weird too so we can be weird together.”. Norbert laughed and nuzzled his chest, “We’re a perfect match, you and I. Wallaby Wonder.”. Rocko laughed and picked up Norbert's helmet and placed it on him, “I like that, Baron Bad Beaver. Or should I call you Naughty Norb instead?”. Norbert laughed loudly and kissed Rocko's head through the bucket, “Call me that when we're in bed weirdo.”. Rocko laughed and held his hands, “I'm your weirdo… And your hero.”. Norbert's eyes widened and his face flush more red.

Rocko then dipped him, making the bucket slip off, and smirked at his face, “No matter how evil you are Baron. I'll always be your hero and your enemy. You may have won the last round but I'll win the next one.”. Norbert covered his face and tried so hard to go with the roleplay. “Rockooooo. You and your charming gaze! I-I can't do this!!!”, Norbert said while his face gets redder and redder. Rocko chuckled and leaned close to his ear, “That's Wallaby Wonder. Baron Bad Beaver.”. This earned a small squeal from Norbert and a laugh from the Wallaby.

#crackship #rocko's modern life #angry beavers #rockbert #headcanon #a bit suggestive #Muscular Beaver #Baron Bad Beaver #Really Really Big Man

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phobiaoftickles · 11 months

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THIS IS SO SHAMELESS 😍😭 HIIII

ok so you PWOBABLY know who it is (starts with an L.... ends with an iya) but I spy a certain something on your fandoms list 😀😀 this is just a prompt (general, not rlly any specifics 😭) BUTT 🍑 if it is possible could you write some original series lee!Ben with ler!Gwen I'm like I FEEL LIKE A HOBO BEGGAR FOR ASKING BUT TYSM FOR PUTTING UP W ME (I'm @trrickytickle )

Gwen the tickler

Second day having this acc and there’s alr a request? You best beilieve I’m going to do this.

Summary: Ben is being a nuisance scaring his cousin using multiple other morphs, little did he know Gwen will get her revenge!!

“Ben!! Get over here right NOW!!!!” Gwen ran after Ben after the last 5 morphs he did, popping out of no where infront of his cousin, acting like a villain, scaring the shit out of her, then morphing back to his regular self, laughing about it. And Gwen had enough.

“Uh, kids? Don’t be too reckless, don’t want you loosing an eye, and explain to your parents on how you managed to lose said eye.” Max just finished baking a batch of cookies, in which Gwen and Ben looked at the burnt cookies in disgust and continued their horse play.

Gwen went another way, in which her cousin didn’t know exsisted, and cut him off, tackling him and taking his braclet off so he won’t try to morph and get out of this very tickly situation.

“D’aw! Damn it, Gwen, can you please let your lil cousin up? For the sake of our friendship??” Ben mustered up the biggest puppy dog eyes, but it turned out to be ineffective, as Gwen didn’t give two shits.

“You’re gonna learn not to mess with me, Benjamin~” Gwen pinned his arms above his head. For someone to beable to morph into these strong monsters, he’s pretty weak. “I know something you’re terrified of the most…”

“And that is?”

“Gwen’s tickle attacks!” Gwen put Ben’s arms in one hand and teased him with the other, wriggling above his armpits.

“No!! GWEN PLEASE DON’T!! I promise I won’t scare you again, you have my woRD!! AHHAHHHHH STOP!! Don’t you dare Gwe-AHAHAHAHAH!! GWEN!!!” Ben screeched as the red head finally descended on his ticklish under arms.

“Sorry, friend, but you need to be taught a lesson on MANNERS!!” She scratched and scritched all on his armpits, going down to his sides, and wrecking them.

“Ahahahahah!! Please, stahahhap! Gwen! Please!” The transformer writhered from side to side, unable to get out of the red head’s grasp, so he decided to panick even more.

“Nope, don’t think I will.” She pushed his shirt up to his ribs, exposing his bare tummy. “Ooo~ this looks really ticklish, Benny, is it ticklish?” She tried it, tracing his stomach with her index finger, swriling around the navel, but not quite dipping in.

“*Snrk* no-NO!! It-It’s not… Gw-Gwen, st-stop, please!” Ben, out of his control, arched his back up towards Gwen’s finger.

“Wow~ look at this cute belly button, just iching for me to swirl my nail in the tiny hole, scratching the walls, and pinching the oustides of it.”

At this point, Ben was already red faced, crying, and panting. He was morbidly ticklish, and he hated it because of how vulnerable he is. Him and Gwen would always get into tickle fights, and he would always end up losing, so this? Not surprised Gwen could pin him down with a flick of her wrist.

“MAX!! UHUHUHUNCLE MAX!!! HEHEHEHELP ME OUT!!! PLEASE!!” To his horror, his uncle was passed out, watching tv, with milk in hand and cookie halfway in his mouth. He was not waking up to anything!

“Too bad Benny, he’s already passed out, good luck next time… or not~” She swriled her finger in, but instead of light tickles, they were rough ones.

“OHOHOW!! GWHEHEHEHN THOSE HUHUHUHUHRT!!!” Ben screeched out.

“Oops, sorry, got a lil carried away, now… where else should I target?” She examined his torso, looking for the next spot and poising her hands on his hips, tapping her fingers.

“No where!! Gwen, quit. It! Please!! Just stop.” The morpher tried to reason with her, doing puppy dog eyes, pleading, but once Gwen gets in a bad mood, there’s no getting out of it, unless SHE’S satisfied.

“Nope, this’ll teach you a lesson.” She scratched his hip indents with her thumbs, and scratched the sides of his hips with the rest of her fingers.

“DAHAHHAHAHAMN!! GWEN PLEASE, I HATE BEING TICKLED!! STOHOHOHOJOP!!!” He writhered side to side, but with his arms bound, and his cousin on his waist, he can’t really do much.

“Duh, that’s why I’m tickling you. This will teach you a lesson, there’s no point in liking being tickled, if you’re not gonna learn anything. Now suffer.” She moved down to his upper knees, squeezing her life out. Boy was she mad.

“GAH!! STOP GWEN!! AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! I’VE LEHEHEHEHARNED MY LEHEHEHESSON THE MOMENT YOU PIHIHIHINNED ME DOWN!” Ben was kicking his legs, so Gwen moved down to sit right above his knees.

“‘Stop Gwen, just stop, please’ No, I’m not going to, until I’M satisifed! You even lost me a date bc you want to be stupid and morph into one of your globby things, scaring him OFF!!” With the last word, Gwen used her sharp nails to squeeze above his knees instead, and that really got him on his feet.

“AHHHHHHHH…. ST-STAHAHAHAHHA!!—— NO!! GOHOHOD FUHUHUHUC-“ Ben didn’t know what to do, he was getting light headed, had to piss, was about to pass out, and he didn’t know how to make her stop.

“Wow~ this keeps you on your heels, huh? Sucks.” Gwen continued her torment on his knees.

“GEHEHEHEHEHWN PLEASE JUST STOP!! PLEASE!! IHIHUHI GOT TO PISS, MYHYGYHY HEAD HURTS AND I’M GOHOHOHONNA PASS OUT!! STOP!”

“Oop- sucks.” She continued, practically pericing his skin with her sharp nails.

“GWEN!!! FUCKING STOP! I’M SERIOUS!!!” Ben, being angry, mustered up enough strength to push her off.

This shocked her, bc no matter how mad he got he could never push her off like that. “You ok, Ben? I think I went a little overboard, huh?”

“YOU THINK?! A LITTLE?! Gwen, when somebody tells you to stop, no matter why they want you to, if they tell you to STOP, you fucking do it. You don’t continue. God, I’m going to bed.” Ben walked off, wiping his teary eyes from his face.

Gwen sat there in disgust in herself, she really went overbaord today, she’ll apologize when sbe sees her cousin tomorrow.

#tickle content #tickle fic #tickle fluff #tickletorture #ben 10 #ben 10 tickle #ticklish Ben #ler Gwen

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priestessame · 2 years

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Strawberry milk

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✷ 🎀 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓍 𝒢𝑒𝓉❀u 𝒮𝓊𝑔𝓊𝓇𝓊 🎀 ✷

MinorS DNI

🍓Afab!Reader🍓

Warnings: dubcon, dumbification, Suguru is pussydrunk af, yandere themes, dirty talk, slight humiliation, mindbreak- this one is slightly dark ya'll idk. 🎀 ✷After loosing the war, all that's left is for Getou to commemorate you properly into his cult. 🎀 ✷

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For a villain who swore to kill you, he fucked you like he has loved you all his life. Kissing up your tears as you struggled to take his length and moaning praises against your mouth as he pounded into you. Somewhere down the line you were sure he had lost his mind too, gotten so pussydrunk he couldn't even form coherent thoughts.

You couldn't even tell how long it had been, the concept of time had warped around you, mind fuzzy from just all the pleasure. His rough fingers dug into you hips, holding you in place as his cock glided into your core, the mushroom tip pressing up so deeply it had you seeing stars. His calloused thumb rolled over your swollen clit, the other hand kneading into your breast, flicking and rubbing your nipple lazily.

He hadn't even taken the time to undress you properly, just haphazardly pulling your jujitsu kaisen uniform down, and sliding to your panties to the side. His impatience to take you would have been flattering if you wanted any of this happening.

You always thought he was attractive, you had even been empathetic towards him, but you never realized how closely he was observing you. Not until the final wall of defense had fallen and he had pinned you down against your will. You were the stupid one weren't you? to so blatantly fall for his gentlemanly façade. To hope he would show some mercy.

His grunt sent cold thrills down your spine, making you walls squeezed tighter around him. The way his cock throbbed inside you, you could tell he was going to come again, his hands slid down to your thighs, pushing them up to your chest. "so sweet, so perfect for me." He mewled out as his cock slammed into you at a cruel angle. He loved to fuck you in a mating press, making sure he can fuck his cum inside your deepest parts. That's the only way you'd really become his after all.

You can't help but babble incoherently, eyes short of rolling back from all the pleasure. At this point your mind was blanking, body trembling from exhaustion, but he still hadn't had enough, you surprised yourself with how willingly you had given yourself up to him, fucking your hips back into his and begging for release.

Suguru had just laughed and cooed you on, like he knew all along this is all you were. A pliant slut for his cock. His mouth slammed into yours again, shoving his tongue inside to taste you. "Look how well your pussy is milking me~" he said, his tone tipped with honey. "Its like you were made for me weren't you."

His thrusts grew more erratic as your own breaking point grew closer. "S-Suguru, I-I can't-"

"hmm?" he said, "Going to come again love?" he whispered against your mouth. "Go ahead, cum on my cock, show me how much you love me owning you."

You yelped from his words, broken syllables of his name tumbled out of your lips, the world around you melted as the only thing you could fathom now was the pleasure the man before you could offer. Your legs wrapped around him weakly as he continued to use you, "Suguru~ please, nhg please fill me up~ make me yours~" you pleaded.

The smile on his face was that of a man victorious, the humiliating sound of his hips snapping against yours filled the empty room. He grunted bottoming out inside you as your pleasure finally snapped, Your walls spasmed around him, finally drawing his own orgasm. Your back arched as the full intensity of the most intense orgasm you had ever felt trembled through your body.

Suguru growled as he spurted ropes of thick cum inside you, the tip still pressed up against your cervix. It was too much, so much, he made you feel so full you couldn't recall why you had been fighting him in the first place. His eyes burned into your glazed orbs like you were the only thing keeping him sane. He didn't meant to be this mean to you the first time, but he just couldn't help himself from fucking your warm cunt, he just had to break you until you couldn't think of anything but him.

He hated seeing you on the other side, standing with those disgusting monkeys, someone so ethereal and powerful as you should be by his side. He brushed your cheek gently, kissing the edge of your mouth, and if fighting a few more wars was a price for that, he wouldn't mind paying it, He really wouldn't mind it at all.

You felt his strong hands caress your body lovingly as you came down from your high, brushing the hair off your face, peppering your sides with feather light kisses. He was still inside you, as you felt his release dribble out of your cunt, overflowing. He squished you up against his torso as he pressed kisses on your forehead, "Tell you love me, sweetheart." he said softly.

"I love you Suguru~ I love you so much."

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yALL filthy for reading this. But i get you girl lets go to therapy together.

#jjk imagines #jjk smut #geto suguru #geto smut #jjk men #jujutsu kaisen suguru #getou suguru x you

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generalpuppeh · 2 years

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"Do you hate them?"

"Hate how?"

"For pushing you this far despite all the things you did for them."

You shrug.

"What made you bring that up? It's not like can't see my hatred value." You glance towards the small ball of blue light bobbing on your shoulder.

You stand before an arched window, dull green eyes gazing back at the countdown before reading the rest of the contents on the screen for the 43rd time since you stepped into the dim-lit hall.

Timeline: Chapter XX: Final Battle Against The Greedy Void Mage

Predicted Route: Happy Ending

Errors encoutered:

- Main villain has no army

- Romantic development of the protagonists is one-sided

-....

Hatred Value: 25%

Blackening Value: 0%

Estimated World-line stability: 90%

"According to the data, humans who always get the short end of the stick are more likely to feel a desire to destroy the world," The ball says, "You took care of the bugs. Without you, the world would've been completely wiped out before the novel reaches the ending."

"Bugs? Those are literal hidden bosses." You scoff.

"Yet no one knows about your exploits."

"They're not worth mentioning. We can't have myself going too OOC and look better than the heroine now, can we?" You cross your arms and raise an eyebrow, "Kinda odd that you're asking me these things. That's not like you at all, so what's this really all about?"

Beyond the windows, beneath your sprawling tower, an army of thousands of all races, armed to teeth, gather under the dying rays of the setting sun. Opposite them stood thousands of black apparitions with varying skulls surrounding the tower in a protective circle.

Well, fake apparitions. It's just a matter a time before the illusion wears off.

"The world is dissatisfied because you didn't follow the spirit of the plot. It wants to punish you by revoking your right to return to your world."

As soon as those words leave its nonexistent mouth, you find yourself smiling smugly.

"Who says I wanna go back?"

#creative writing #story ideas #original writing #random writing #writing #writeblr #fantasy writing #women writers #female writers #isekai

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weeping-gospels · 2 years

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Swishing a glass of wine between the crevices of her digits, the Dhampiric creature was lost in deep thought. Faint breaths of color illuminated ghostly features from the stained glass windows in her Keep, eyes flickering toward the ceiling.

“ What an idiot I was as a human being so many years ago.

I wanted to be a front liner. I carried my Spinemangler — my trusty axe — and vowed to protect every sacred life that set foot into my life until my dying breath. I wanted to showcase my abilities and earn the love and praise of others by doing what the rest of the townsfolk did — sacrifice themselves in order to let another life prosper. Give up their freedom and status to become a slave to Everhallow law. Mindless puppets that were the ‘competent’ guards of the council, sworn to be the shields of the new arrivals — only to desperately beg them to enlist themselves into the guardsmen with a bribery of pretty coin. “

A scoff, then a disgusted roll of her eyes.

“ A world built solely on a mountain of coin. I never cared much for currency — and I still do not. ‘Tis nothing more than a shiny bottle cap painted in the palette of copper, silver, and gold. Plastered faces of legacies that had long died out and rotted back into the soil. Most heroic fables and fairytales that the guardians would tell their fledglings are watered down anyhow — no tongue dares to speak the grim truth behind a facade of ever lasting happiness. Truth be told, happiness cannot be given to you — you must take it by force if you truly want to live in luxury. “

Sitting up, Betty ran her digits through a sleeping skaven slave’s fur with a hum,

“ Happiness and respect are never given out like charity. You earn those things. You take those things, even if you have to instill terror into those around you in order to mark your territory. To enhance your existence. There is no Prince Charming, no Princess, no love at first sight nonsense…there are Kings and Queens that have fought valiantly in order to crystallize their significance in a world cruel and violent. You fight to survive. You compete to live.

Your prize is your own very breath. “

Pulling the babbling slave into her lap, the red head smoothed her hand over his arching back,

“ But I am a benevolent Queen. At least..I try to be. I abide by not the laws of the living nor the dead — but my own set of laws. I create my own stories. I write my own stories. I possess the innate ability to control the universe and become what i rightfully please!

Anyone can. Everyone has that ability. But most are too daft to grab the quill and start writing, unfortunately. At that point, they are allowing someone else to write on their precious pages…and now they are nothing more than a background character in their own story. How depressing.

Be your own narrator. Do not be a “ hero “ . Do not allow another’s expectations to put you on a pedestal destined to timber. Have you not noticed? Most of these so called “ villains “ have gotten a brutal taste of judgement and greed from so many insignificant, bumbling idiots that they finally SNAPPED under the weight of a million scorching eyes and grabbing hands — that they took hold of their own needs and desires and ran away. No longer serving a crowd of screaming children. No longer risking their lives for those who pushed for a mile when they asked for an inch.

And then…then that is when they were deemed a “villain” . “

#and this is why Betty is lawful evil

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save-the-villainous-cat · 2 years

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I think about dead!hero and a villain who traveled back to the day before the tragedy, try to warn hero not to go, but hero, as always, being a stubborn brat that they are, ignore what villain said. Therefore, villain need to follow them around like a puppy to prevent the hero doing something that potentially could kill them.

“Would you just listen to me for one second?!” The villain grabbed the hero’s wrist (big mistake) and seized them towards themselves (even bigger mistake).

The hero reacted with zero hesitation.

In seconds, they twisted the villain’s wrist and fixed it with their free hand on the nearest wall. They pushed themselves against the villain and thus had them in place instantly.

“Okay. Fine. You’re from the future and I presumably die today. You, my arch nemesis care so much about me that you invented time travel to save me. Do you realise how fucking stupid that sounds?”

Well, it was the truth. The truth could be stupid, couldn’t it?

“I…”

“You don’t actually expect me to believe that, do you? I mean, you’ll probably kidnap me. You’re a contract killer. Do you think I’m gonna believe you?” the hero asked.

It was a blessing to see them. And it was heaven to feel their skin on the villain’s. They had missed their hero so much. Even though the villain wanted to hug them forever and never let go, they also knew that the hero wasn’t in the mood for that.

“Look, it sounds so crazy because it is. But it’s the truth. I don’t know what killed you. No one does. But I won’t let that happen.”

The hero scoffed. “Why would you…”

They turned around to make sure no one was watching them.

“It doesn’t make sense. Why would you care?”

“Because I do,” the villain said. “The whole city is fucked up after your death.”

“And since when do you care about the city?” the hero asked, their grip on the villain loosening. Their expression wasn’t as hard as before.

“Other villains are in charge now. It’s difficult for work.”

“Ah.” The hero let go of them fully, their mind obviously reeling. “And here I thought you cared about me.”

“So you believe me?” the villain asked.

“I…” The hero looked them up and down. “I don’t know, yet. You seem desperate. And older.”

The villain sighed, completely relieved. This was something at least.

“I promise I’ll take care of you today. It’s just for today.” The hero looked at them, still a bit judging until they finally rolled their eyes.

“Ugh, sure. You can carry my groceries.”

#let’s gooooooo I love that idea #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #request #an answer for an ask

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aemonds-sapphire · 3 years

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Fire Meets Gasoline - Dabi x Reader (Smut)

Summary: Sex with Dabi rarely goes as expected, and that is exactly why you can’t get enough of him.

Warnings: NO MINORS! NSFW. Pure filth (seriously). Cumplay. Quirkplay (? Is this a thing? Basically just Dabi heating up his hands and using them on you), Cockwarming. Creampie. Vaginal fingering. Overstimulation.

Word count: 4.8k

If you had to pinpoint the exact moment when you realized there was no escaping Dabi, it would most likely be the first time he kissed you.

After a month of denying and suppressing how attracted you felt towards him, you finally caved in.

You would potentiate each other just like when fire meets gasoline. It started off as a gentle flame, but it soon increased in both size and intensity.

The young man was filled with anger and was the embodiment of pain and sadness, but you were equally as broken. He hadn’t expected you to retaliate the poison that would drip from his mouth.

What Dabi had failed to consider was that you knew exactly why he was keeping people at bay. He didn’t necessarily hate everyone. But anyone could become a threat.

So he’d rather push people away.

What he had also not considered was that fire needed oxygen to burn. And that most of the time, the walls we build around us aren’t meant to keep others out. They will just fence you in.

You could bear him being cold to you as a defense mechanism, but he couldn’t deny his fiery nature for long.

“Beautiful...”

There was something so innately blissful about having Dabi cracking his hardened surface to display this beautiful side of him.

It would have your heart fluttering and your breath coming out in shallow pants as you experienced having his vulnerability be given to you.

“So. Beautiful.” He went on, accentuating his words with gentle kisses along your jawline.

You allowed your fingers to rake across his scalp, feeling his soft hair tickle your skin.

“Do it.”

He knew exactly what you meant by that. His quirk was powerful and dangerous. You had had the opportunity of witnessing him go berserk with rage and cast his trademark blue flames around his targets. The heatwave that had hit you was surely enough to have you jolt in fear. Dabi had to live with the consequences of not being able to control himself when using his quirk. All the patchwork across his body was licking proof of that.

However, the sense of danger had adrenaline rushing through your veins, and feeling the feared villain light up his quirk just enough to warm his hands was definitely an aphrodisiac.

Dabi stopped and pulled back, beautiful turquoise eyes meeting yours. He was truly breathtaking. No scar in his body would ever be able to take away from how handsome he was.

He flashed a boyish grin at you — one that you had grown to adore — and you felt the mattress shift lightly as he positioned himself between your legs.

The sight alone was enough to send sparks rushing down your spine. Dabi took his sweet time admiring the view, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth.

“See something you like?” You teased as you spread your legs farther apart.

He ran the palms of his hands slowly along your thighs, his eys lingering on your panties. “Pull them to the side, doll.”

You took a deep breath, knowing fully well what came next. He was too fucking good at this, and he was aware of that. Sex with him just felt like a whole new experience each time since he refused to stick to patterns. There was always something new, and that just added to the thrill.

Too bad you weren’t feeling like complying with his demands.

“Do it yourself.” You shrugged, slowly adjusting your panties to further accentuate your pussy lips.

You should know better than to challenge Dabi, but quite frankly you didn’t give a fuck, because it would just work in your favor in the end.

“Don’t be a brat,” he warned, keeping his voice calm, but his hands betraying the impatience as the grip on your knees increased. “Push them to the side... now.”

“Make me.”

Too bad Dabi wasn’t feeling like complying with your demands either.

Even though his room was poorly lit, the moonlight was more than enough to make you your jaw clench when his brought one hand to the waistband of his sweatpants.

Oh, he was fucking cruel.

Another teasing smile danced on his lips as he noticed your eyes glued to his crotch. You were too weak for this man. There was no way around it. No matter how hard you tried to prolong the mouse and cat game, you always caved.

You couldn’t tear your gaze away from his hand, especially when you saw it grip the growing bulge that he squeezed lightly.

“Seems like we have an issue, then, doll,” he chuckled, giving his clothed cock a few pumps. “‘Cause the way I see it... you really want this, uh?”

It took two to tango, so you tugged on the your panties once more, feeling the damp fabric rub against your clit and making you wince. You had underestimated his ability to have you dripping for him.

Your panties perfectly outlined your pussy lips, a silent invitation to the hungry man before you who wasted no time in dragging one finger along your covered slit.

“Doll...”

You flashed a devious grin while arching just slightly. “No.”

He had his other hand tightly gripping his cock, and you could see a discreet wet spot staining his sweatpants.

The scenery had you licking your lips in anticipation. “Let me see your cock, then.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “You first.”

One of you would have to give up first, and there was only so much resistance you could pull off when it came to Dabi leaking precum because of you.

You hooked one finger around the lace of your underwear, painfully slowly pulling it to the side, the wetness clinging onto the fabric.

A low growl erupted from him. “Fuck.”

He pressed on your clit with his thumb just so he could hear you moan for him. It was swollen enough to be seen through your pussy lips, and that drove him crazy. The ultimate proof that you wanted him was at the tip of his fingers, quite literally.

Your eyes instinctively closed as he continued teasing you, spreading wetness along your folds. It came with no surprise that your hips would involuntarily buck against his hand.

“Dabi...”

“Look at me,” he asked, his voice visibly strained as he circled your clit back and forth with the pad of his thumb. “Open your eyes.”

You did as you were told, and, through hooded eyes, you found yourself staring at him dragging the waistband of his pants down, successfully freeing his hard cock.

He halted his ministrations at once, only to have your entire focus on him.

Just as you had imagined, a few strings of precum were dangling from the tip, and he gave his cock a few pumps just to squeeze more from him.

Dabi positioned himself closer to your pussy in order to have his precum drip directly onto your clit.

You bit back a whimper as his thumb mixed the liquid with your wetness. “Dabi... oh my—“

The word died in your throat as you felt the tip pressing against your entrance. Was he that horny to jump right into the main course?

He sighed. “I really need to fuck you.”

It was crude and it surely wouldn’t win any awards as the most romantic declaration ever, but it did win points in getting your pussy to clench as more wetness spilled from you and coated him.

He applied just enough pressure to have his tip slide inside you. “Let me fuck you... please.”

The urgency in his voice had you melting. How could anyone resist this request?

He leaned over, brushing his lips with yours, but keeping his hips in place. You threw one arm around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. You could feel both hand gripping your things, and you figured it was taking all of his willpower not to slam his cock fully inside you.

But what’s life without a bit of fun, right?

Dabi hungrily suckled on your tongue, but you felt him freeze in shock. Both his eyes shot open and he gasped.

Oh. You loved it whenever you were able to get that reaction from him.

So you did it once again.

And he shuddered.

He was panting heavily as you contracted around his tip. Despite your heavy state of out, you still had a few tricks up your sleeve.

“Fuuuuuuuck....” his voice was coming out in broken and deep breaths.

Self-control definitely wasn’t Dabi’s forte, and you knew that you were playing with fire. Literally. You suddenly felt his palms heat up against your skin as the grip on your thighs tightened.

“Let... me...” He breathed, his face dropping to the crook of your neck. “Just...”

The safest course of action would be to indulge his request, but you also wanted to help him build up the ability to control himself once he got pushed over the edge. He had even asked this of you not long ago. It was hard for him to hold back when using his quirk against heroes and even harder when facing his father. So Dabi craved to be able to do so when having sex with you.

“Reign me in...” He had once asked of you.

He started licking and taking a few bites off your neck, the warmth of his hands never wavering.

You brought on hand to his face, carefully caressing the metal rings that traced his skin.

“How badly do you want it?” You asked him, squeezing around his tip once again. In reality, you knew exactly the answer to that question. His desperation was answer enough.

But you were now treading on a dangerous territory.

His teeth dug into your skin before he let out a moan. “Let me fuck you...”

You angled your hips in order to have him slide out of you. “Tough luck, Dabi. Control yourself better.”

The grin on your face widened when a pair of angry eyes met yours, and the heat coming from his hands increased ever so slightly.

He wasn’t smiling.

Well. Fuck.

He pushed his own hips to meet yours again, but this time he had his cock placed directly between your soaked folds and rubbing up against your clit.

Your grin dropped in an instant, and a he let out a satisfied chuckle. “Not so funny now, right?”

Dabi kept on sliding his cock up and down, coating it in your juices. The wet sounds that filled your ears were enough to have you fists the bedsheets, and it served as a further incentive for him to keep on teasing you.

One hand was placed directly beside your face so he could support himself as the other went to join his cock. The heat coming from is fingers was maddening and he pinched your clit, trapping it and sending jolts of pleasure across your entire body. Goosebumps prickled your skin as you felt a heatwave reach your cheeks. It wasn’t just coming from your own body’s reacting to the stimulation, but also from his own hand.

“Where’s that pretty smile now?” He rasped, focusing on your face twisting from bliss, otherwise he might let his composure falter.

“Dabi... fuck... fuck...”

It was really taxing having to keep his quirk at bay and only allowing a certain amount of heat to flood the palms of his hands. It took a lot from him to having to exert so much self-control. It was twice as demanding having to keep his dick from plunging inside you.

“What do you want, doll?”

“Please... just...”

Not so amusing now that the tables were turned, and you gripped the sheets tighter until your knuckles turned white. You wouldn’t last much longer if he kept sliding his cock in between your pussy lips like that.

Your eyes locked with his, and your opened your mouth in an attempt to say something, but only moans spilled from you.

“Just what?”

He pulled his cock away and replaced it with the palm of his hand. The metallic hoops had heated up significantly and when he dragged a few across your clit, that was when your body reached a new high.

“Oh my — oh my fuck—“

Dabi couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. You looked so delicious, and he didn’t even know how he was being able to withstand the discomfort coming from his cock. He would need to be buried inside you soon. It was such a waste to have you clenching around nothing when you could be milking him instead.

But he wanted you to reach your orgasm first.

He was so used to watching things come undone out of rage, that watching you come undone from the pleasure he gave you just made his cock throb. The thrill of building you up just to have it all crumbling down in the most alluring way possible was something he could not get enough of.

Your body had started writhing and convulsing, forcing him to lean back and press one hand on your hip to keep you in place.

“Good girl... that’s it...”

You had your thighs desperately wrapping around him in the hopes of him filling the emptiness.

Dabi was going insane from how responsive you were being to him. To his quirk. He had grown up forced to live with the remainders of what it had done to him. The thought of having it being used to give someone pleasure was so fucking fascinating. Yes, it was exhausting to keep it at a low intensity, but the high outweighed the exhaustion by far.

The familiar sensation built up more and more, until it washed over you in a deep wave of pleasure. A shriek ripped through your throat from your lungs, and behind closed eyes you could see colors dancing over your vision, accompanying the molten streaks of pure bliss that shot through your entire body with every flick of the metallic hoops on your clit.

Dabi couldn’t resist it any longer.

He needed to feel you.

In one swift motion, he slid his cock balls deep inside you. Your pussy welcomed him with strong and rhythmic contractions that sent his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He had to balance himself on both arms from the sudden overload of pleasure. It was clear he wouldn’t last long. The amount of teasing and foreplay was enough to sent him into overdrive.

Your fingers went up to grip his forearms as if holding on for dear life. Having his cock buried inside your pussy as you came made your mouth drop open. You felt your walls clamp around him viciously. He pulled one of your legs up to rest on his shoulder, spreading you enough before he started slamming against you with such force that the bed started squeaking from the motion.

He was mumbling something, but you couldn’t quite make out what it was as you descended from your peak. Your heart pounded hard against your chest, but still not as hard as he pounded your pussy.

“Stop... squeezing... fuck!”

The overstimulation hit you like a train, and you felt tears stinging your eyes. Your fingers would leave marks on his arms, but you doubted he cared about it.

“D-Dabi... I...” you tried to reign him in, but gave up when his lips crashed into yours.

He was thrusting into you with an animalistic ferocity, all sense of control finally coming to a end. You’d clench around him whenever he hit a sweet spot inside you. The moans that came from within in were so hot that you couldn’t blame your clit for pulsing and your pussy for squeezing his cock.

Suddenly, you felt one hand groping your breast, fully enjoying how it bounced and defied gravity with each snappy strike from his hips. His eyes slid shit and his mouth was hanging open in a silent hiss.

You wanted to bring him over the edge. You wanted him to give it all to you.

To prove your point, you snaked an arm between your bodies and flicked at your clit just so you could your pussy to clench harder around his cock.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Through the stings of overstimulation the need to have him come undone for you was just ecstatic.

That it for him. His eyes snapped open and the most beautiful growl rumbled in his chest.

“You are so... fuck...” Was all he managed to say before he began pumping in a final broken rhythm.

“Fill me up...”

The effect those words had on him caught you off guard.

Dabi let out a strangled moan as he buried his cock deep within you. “Oh... fuck...”

He shuddered a few times, emptying himself inside your pussy just like you had encouraged him to. You could feel a few streaks of cum coating your walls, and it almost sent you back to another orgasm.

He was panting heavily above you, cock still lodged inside you. When he looked up to your face he saw a few tears leak from your eyes due to the overwhelming overstimulation. Without thinking, he brought one thumb to wipe a clear droplet from your face.

Dabi no longer remembered how it felt like to cry without physical pain from having bloody tears spilling from where the staples held his skin together.

“Dabi?”

He shook his head and blinked twice. “Sorry...”

You didn’t want him to apologize for this. “It’s okay... don’t be sorry.”

Instead, the young man leaned forward and tasted the salty liquid that smeared your skin, wiping the tears away.

You couldn’t contain the low chuckle that erupted from you. “That tickles...”

He didn’t want to slide out of you just yet. Your warmth was too welcoming and comforting. If he had to find a name for it he’d choose home. Intimacy had been so scary to him. The vulnerability of it all had always frightened him, and for the longest time he didn’t think he would ever have this. Casual sex was good, but sex with someone you had an emotional connection with felt so much better.

Dabi let his body tumble to his side, physical exhaustion finally taking a toll on him. However, he slid one arm over your lower back to keep you tied with him.

His hair was sticking to his forehead from all the sweat, and you took some time to inspect a few strands through hazy eyes.

You gently brushed the damp hair away from his skin. “You need to dye your hair again.”

“Hmm.”

The roots of his white hair were starting to show, and even though you’d love for him to embrace his natural color, you knew this was not something for you to decide.

Some wounds took longer to heal.

His cock was starting to soften inside you, but that had no effect on him.

“Planning on sleeping like this?” You offered, but only half-joking.

His hand thoughtlessly caressed your back, and you shuddered as the metallic rings dragged along your skin. “Actually...”

Wiping a few beads of sweat from your face, you arched a brow. “What?”

A squelching sound filled the room as he slid off of you, and you couldn’t help but to pout at the sudden emptiness.

Dabi, on the other hand, seemed to have something else in mind as he got on his knees again, placing himself in between your legs.

It didn’t take long before you started feeling the warm liquid ooze from you. That definitely earned Dabi’s full attention as he watched in admiration.

“Proud of yourself?” You questioned with a gentle laughter. Just as you were about to prop yourself on both elbows, he had one hand on your shoulder, keeping you in place, as the other hovered near your pussy. “Hey! Dabi...”

“I want to do this...” he whispered, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was just thinking out loud.

You had a faint idea of what he had planned next, and, if so, it would be something new for you both.

The young man hesitated for a split second before his middle finger joined the index, slowly collecting the few strings of cum that had pooled between you and the sheets. Not even five minutes had passed since your body had been sent into overdrive, and you could feel your insides twist in anticipation and you clit throb from the newfound stimulus.

Dabi paused once more.

Although, you’d been affectionate with each other for over a month now, you could still identify the remnants of his struggles with intimacy in moments like this. It had taken him quite a while to open up to you emotionally. It had taken him a great deal more to give himself to you physically as well.

You couldn’t help the loving smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth. “Go ahead...” two of your fingers rubbed your swollen clit briefly before spreading your pussy lips invitingly.

That was all the incentive he was looking for, and in one swift mention he slide both fingers inside you, dragging his cum back inside once more.

He hissed deliciously when he felt you clamp around him. “Fuck...”

The hand keeping you down faltered, and you immediately seized the opportunity to position yourself in a way that gave you a privileged view of what he was doing to you.

“So much cum... fuck...” Dabi’s words came out in ragged pants as he fingered you slowly. “Don’t clench, doll... it will spill out again.”

“Then stop being so hot...” You half moaned, trying your best to fight against your reflexes. Your pussy was practically on auto-pilot. The obscene sounds that filled the room just made the task so much more difficult.

It didn’t take long before his turquoise eyes darkened and you watched him capture his bottom lip with his canine.

Oh fuck... he was getting hard again.

His cock was twitching ever so slightly, growing before your eager eyes.

“Dabi...” You weren’t even sure of what you wanted to say. The sight alone was enough to have your clit throbbing, but his thumb pressed on it was what had you involuntarily clamp down on his digits in a way that dragged a long groan from him. Even if he was someone who had to ability to mask his true emotions, the pleasure was splattered across his face.

You felt your pulse quicken further and shuddered from all the stimulation.

Knowing fully well you wouldn’t be able to comply with his request, he removed his fingers from inside you at once, bringing out a whine from deep within you.

A faint smile pulled at Dabi’s lips. “So responsive...”

You wrinkled your nose at him. “You’re stalling... please...”

“I’m taking my sweet time with you, doll. What’s the fun in rushing?”

His finger glistened with the mixture of your juices with his cum. Suddenly, his hands went to your ass to positioned you on his thighs. A very effective way of preventing any further leaks, no doubt.

Just as you were about to question why the sudden change in positions, he plunged one single finger back inside your pussy.

“I wonder...” he started out as if lost in contemplation while he coated his fingers once again. “Hmm...”

“Dabi...” you warned him in a low voice.

You were growing impatient. Very impatient. The heat between your legs along with your throbbing clit were driving you absolutely insane.

He was an expert in making you lose your mind, and he’d always use this to his advantage.

His cock was already growing harder and bigger with each passing second. You’d be more than willing to have one more orgasm, and considering the way you were clamping around him, and the blinding heat jolting through your clit and nipples, it wouldn’t take you too long to get there. The young man pressed your clit down with his thumb, circling it with just enough pressure to gather the most delicious moans from you.

“Good girl... you look so hot,” he encouraged, and you felt a pair of fingers spread your pussy lips. “Fuck... I wish you could see this.”

You were so close.

So damn close.

But things with Dabi had a way of rarely going according to plan, and just as you shut your eyes in anticipation for another high, the infuriating sensation of withdrawal made you whine.

“Put that back! Dabi! What the fuck?”

You were left clenching around nothing and he merely chuckled at your distress. “I don’t think I will, doll.”

Propped yourself up on your elbows. “I will end you. Fuck!”

He didn’t really care. Nor did he take you seriously. You sank back into the mattress, wiping the beads of sweat that had formed in your forehead.

“For fuck’s sake...”

You felt the bed shift beneath you as he leaned forward. “Open.”

Wait...

This was new.

Your eyes widened once you understood what he meant. His long index finger was a few inches from touching your lips, a few droplets falling onto your chin. The thick layer of both cum and your wetness covered the entire digit, and you oiled even see some wetness spread along the metal hoops carved into his skin.

Oh. That was fucking hot.

“I won’t ask again,” his demanding voice quickly snapped you out it. “Open. Your. Mouth.”

A part of you wanted to tease him and put up a front just to rule him up, but another part of you — a much more urgent and impatient one — just wanted you to let go and enjoy the ride.

The moment you parted your lips, he promptly shoved his finger inside your wet mouth, faintly teasing your tongue with it.

You suckled on it slowly and sensually, never breaking eye contact with him.

He hissed softly. “How does it taste?”

“You tell me.”

Acting on pure instinct, your hand went to the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss. Dabi’s widened in sheer surprise as you darted your tongue inside his mouth, allowing him to taste the liquid. You weren’t sure if he was enjoying it, but his body language was pretty telling after a while, so you kept going.

There was something really hot about having Dabi taste his own cum directly from your mouth. Maybe next time you’d have him lap at it from your soaked pussy.

He broke the kiss to take a deep breath, thin threads of spit mixed with cum and your wetness linking both of your lips together.

You smiled teasingly. “Good, right?”

Dabi licked his lips before wiping the excess with the back of his hand. “Well played, doll.”

For a few seconds all you could hear were the ragged pants coming from both of you. You looked down and noticed that his cock was fully hard, probably getting ready for the next round.

“Want me to take care of that?” You wiggled your brows at him.

He followed your stare, but rolled over to fall flat on his back, one hand wrapping around his cock while kicking his sweatpants off.

“It’s okay, doll. I know how much you love watching me jerk off.”

Ah. Damn. He was right.

The metallic hoops provided an interesting friction whenever he applied enough pressure. Considering he had nearly half of his palms covered in a single row of staples he just had to get used to the feeling, and soon enough he had found a way to have those work in his favor.

You shifted on the bed to scoot closer to him, and have your head resting on his heaving chest. As expected, you started feeling his cum leak from your pussy.

The two of you lay there in a comfortable silence for a while, until you felt his heartbeat and breathing evening out against your ear. He was lazily pumping his cock, but it didn’t seem like he was too invested in the task at hand.

You raised your head to look at a very much sleepy Dabi.

An instant loving smile fell on your lips.

“You asleep?”

Was that a smirk on his face? Adorable. “Yes, doll.”

He looked so peaceful. You’d never get over post-sex Dabi. Ever. You had witnessed his full potential as a villain, but you were just now getting to experience firsthand what it felt like to have someone like him opening up to you.

A few more minutes passed by, and you watched as he let go of his softening cock. You took his now free hand in yours and laced your fingers with his.

“You’re changing the sheets.” You mumbled to him when you felt more liquid ooze from you. Not that you actually minded the current predicamen.

He scoffed. “Your pillow talk fucking sucks, doll.”

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autocrats-in-love · 2 years

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Maybe touch starved villain? And when hero finds out its fluff city

Also, I appreciate your writing so much! and you should do whatever is healthy for you, you aren't obliged to write anything for us. Hope you get better!

The villain was just walking down the sidewalk. No one around them. They preferred to take walks at night, because no one was around. Plus, safety wasn't exactly an issue when you were a criminal mastermind.

Then they heard it. The patter of feet running towards them from their left. The steps were frantic and unsteady. The villain could have easily prepared to flip the potential attacker. Instead, they paused. Because those steps sounded exactly like-

The hero grabbed the villain's elbow and pulled them into the alley.

"What the-"

"Shut up." the hero hissed.

They clapped a hand over the villain's mouth and pulled them close. The villain's mind was on fire. Their arm was on the hero's chest. The hero's hands were on their face and shoulder. Their face became hot and their eyes widened in panic.

There was another reason to be freaked out when they heard more footsteps. There were half a dozen pairs of shoes. They were loud and confident. The people were talking to each other. About the villain.

"Where are they?"

"They always come this way."

"Are you sure they're even a villain?"

"I saw them, I swear."

The hero pressed the villain closer to them, watching the figures pass. After their pursuers walked past them, the villain and the hero didn't move. There seemed to be a stiffness in the air, keeping them in place. The villain tried not to move to disturb it.

The hero finally let go of the villain's shoulder. The villain, to their surprise, found themselves leaning back into the hero. The warmth their nemesis gave them was addictive, and they wanted more.

"What are you-" the hero began.

The villain snapped away from the hero, moving to stand in front of them as quickly as they could. Their face was crimson.

"I. . .sorry." The villain said. "Thanks for saving me."

The hero grinned. They put their foot up casually on the wall.

"No problem. So, you like it when I touch you?"

The villain covered their hands with their face. "Don't. I said sorry."

"No, no darling." The hero tutted. "No need to apologize. It's pretty adorable."

The villain groaned. "Here we go."

"With what? I'm just talking about how my sworn enemy is really a touch-starved little kitten."

"I'm not. . ." The villain's denial was stuck in their throat.

The hero snickered. "That's what I thought."

They pushed off the wall and walked towards the villain.

"Say, arch enemy, do you like it when I do this?"

Their fingers went to the villain's chest and danced along their collarbone. The villain could probably register a fever.

"Maybe." they whispered.

The hero smiled at the villain's giving in. They slipped a hand under the villain's sweater to their back.

"What about that? Do you like that?"

The villain's body relaxed at the hero's touch. "I guess."

"And what about. . .this?"

The hero leaned in and kissed the villain. The villain kissed back. Their mind was foggy but their actions were sharp and clear. They put their hands on the hero's waist as their nemesis traced their spine. It was a chilly night, but the two of them radiated enough heat to keep an apartment warm.

"Yes." The villain said when they separated.

"Well then," the hero said. "Can I escort you home? It's certainly not safe for you to be out alone."

Part 2

#hero x villain #villain x hero #writeblr #snippet #not a prompt #kiss #touch-starved villain #thanks for the well wishes #and don't worry I'll be fine

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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his domination ~ the joker;dceu

word count: 1660

request?: yes!

“Can you write a Joker/Reader fic where the reader is the only person allowed to dominate the Joker? Very smutty please.”

description: in which gotham’s most feared villain prefers to be dominated by his beautiful girlfriend

pairing: joker x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut, mentions of violence

masterlist (one, two)

it wasn’t specified which joker was wanted for the imagine so i wrote the one i knew best...but like...the good version of it

There was something about watching Joker being so dominant with others that turned you on, especially knowing that the roles would be reversed when you two finally got some privacy.

There was some sad sack down on his knees, begging Joker for forgiveness. For what reason, you couldn’t remember. There were too many people who were afraid of him to keep track of all the reasons why. Whatever the case, Joker was merely laughing in this face of this man, who was now weeping at Joker’s feet.

“Oh, how I love to hear them beg,” Joker said to you over his shoulder.

You smirked at him in response as he raised his gun and shot the man right between the eyes. He watched as the man’s body fell before turning back to you and wrapping an arm around your waist. He began kissing you deeply, ignoring the two of his men that were standing nearby, waiting for an order. If there was one thing that turned Joker on, it was exercising the power he had over the people of Gotham.

When he finally pulled away from you, he regarded his men with a simple wave of his hand towards the lifeless body in front of them. His men began to approach the body while Joker took you in his arms and began to lead you towards his car. He didn’t even wait to take you somewhere more private as he opened the backdoor to his car and shoved you back onto the seat. His men were quick to dispose of the body so they could leave the scene, knowing to give Joker as space when he wanted alone time with you.

The cramped space of the backseat gave Joker more opportunity to be close to you, to touch your body all over and to attack your neck in kisses and bites. Your eyes were rolling back in your head with pleasure as you arched your back against his body.

You peaked out through the front windshield to see that Joker’s henchmen had cleared away the body and drove off in record time, leaving the two of you alone. In one swift movement, you wrapped your legs around Joker and flipped the two of you over so you were on top. You started to mimic his earlier actions by kissing down his neck, your hands roughly pulling at his clothes so you could continue to kiss down his naked body.

Joker’s big secret that stayed strictly between the two of you was that he only allowed one person to be dominant over him, and that person was you. It had shocked you at first when Joker let you be the dominant one in the bedroom. You thought it was just a one time thing, or maybe he was feeling generous. But then he was asking for it the next time you had sex, then he started using dominant pet names for you and would beg you to let him be inside of you.

It made you feel powerful to be the one that left Gotham’s most feared villain a begging mess beneath you.

You pulled his shirt off and began unbuttoning his pants, palming his growing erection in your hand as you kissed him through his boxers. His hand weaved its way through your hair as you began to kiss him through his boxers, just lightly enough that he could feel it and tease him even more.

“Up,” you told him as your hands found their way to the waistline of his boxers. He moved his hips so you could slip his underwear down and discarded them to the front seat somewhere.

Joker whimpered as you began to kitten lick the tip of his hard dick. It was taking everything in his power not to push your head down, as he knew you would stop if he tried, but he wanted you so bad. He was so painfully erect he felt like he could burst at any moment, even from your limited touch.

You could feel his restraint as his hand tightened in your hair. You couldn’t help but smirk to yourself as you looked up at him from your position. “What do you want, baby?”

“I want to feel your mouth around me,” he breathed, his hips inadvertently bucking as you licked him again.

“Ask me nicely then, baby.”

“Please can you put my dick in your mouth?”

You rested his tip against your lips, kissing it to tease him even more. “You’re missing something there.”

“Pretty please, my queen?”

You smiled and took him deep into your throat. He let out a moan as his head lulled back. You began to bob your head at a steady pace, placing your tongue under his length as you did so so that he could feel it on every inch that it could reach. Every now and then you’d stop to swirl your tongue around the head, which earned you more moans and whimpers.

Although the pleasure was starting to build up inside of him, Joker knew better than to finish in your mouth. He knew how much you loved to feel him inside of you, to feel him coating your walls with his seed as he twitched and convulsed inside of you. But your mouth felt so good around him that it was getting hard to hold back.

“Fuck my queen, please slow down,” he begged. “I’m going to cum at this rate.”

You pulled his dick from your mouth, a line of spit trailing from the tip to your mouth as you did so. He wiped it with his thumb before you began to crawl up his body, leaving wet kisses and red marks that would become hickies within a few hours up his body. You kissed him passionately, letting him taste himself on your tongue.

“Do you want me to ride you, baby?” you asked against his lips. “You wanna feel me wrapped around that hard dick as I ride you?”

He nodded, trying to find the words to ask but feeling them caught in his throat. You smirked as you took hold of his face, squeezing it just a little.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, my queen. I want you to ride me.”

“Ask me nicely then.”

“Fuck, can you pretty pretty please ride me, my queen?. Use me to get whatever pleasure you want, I promise I’ll wait till you’re finished if I have to.”

You smirked at his question. His dick was still glistening with your spit, leaving it perfectly lubed for you as you lined his tip up with your entrance and lowered yourself on to him. His face twisted with pleasure as you took him in very slowly, allowing him to feel you around every inch of him. You moaned as well, feeling him easily hitting your G spot once he was fully in.

You started rocking your hips against his, pleasure building up in you almost immediately. Joker’s head was back against the headrest as his fingers dug into your hips. You leaned forward to kiss him as your movements became quicker. Soon enough, you were bouncing on his lap, your skin making a loud slapping noise every time you came down on him. His car was shaking and the windows were fogged over so you could barley see anyone outside. Not that either of you really cared if you were caught. That was the thrill of fucking in public.

You wrapped a hand around Joker’s throat, choking him just enough to make him feel lightheaded. You almost giggled at the sight of his eyes being crossed and rolling back into his head at the action. You could feel him twitching inside of you, an indication that he was nearing his climax.

“Are you close?” you asked him, letting go of his neck long enough to allow him to breathe to respond.

“I’m so close,” he said. “Fuck, can I cum my queen?”

“Hold it for a few more seconds,” you told him. “I’m close, too. When you feel me cumming around you, you can let go then.”

You managed to stay true to your word, and a few seconds later you threw your head back and cried out in pleasure. Near moments after that, you felt Joker’s warmth filling you as he also groaned at the release.

You both sat there, sweating and panting. Joker wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close so he could rest his head on your breasts. You ran your fingers through his dyed green hair, noticing that his brown roots were starting to grow out. You made a mental note to point that out to him when you finally detached from one another.

You rolled down the window slightly to let some cool air in just as Joker’s phone rang. He groaned in annoyance as he raised the phone to his ear.

“What the fuck do you want?”

You giggled as you finally got up from his lap. It always amazed you how quickly he could switch from being a submissive mess to the dominant criminal that everyone knew him as.

“Thanks for the heads up. I’ll call you when we arrive to our next location,” he said, then hung up. “Apparently someone heard the gunshot and called the cops. They’re on their way here now. Figure we got maybe five minutes before we’re surrounded, less than that until the Bat appears.”

You passed him his discarded clothes and fixed your own disheveled appearance. “Neither one is a real concern. The cops are incompetent and Bats would never throw you in jail again. He needs someone to play with so he seems like a hero to these people.”

Joker smiled at you and kissed you hard again. “Regardless, wanna go for a joyride, baby?”

You smirked at him and leaned into the front seat to pull your gun from the glove compartment. “Always, my love.”

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bakubro0 · 3 years

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Leave the window open - Deku

Note: I wanted to do something similar with the manga. hope you like it!

pairing: Izuku Midoriya (Deku) x Reader

warnings/tags: not sfw, minors dni, slight degradation, aged up!Deku, unprotected sex, very slight exibicionism, v slight sonophilia (just deku touchin' the reader's hair, face and arm while asleep and lookin' her body).

You’re asleep when Izuku comes into your room.

He never comes from the front door. Like a ghost he sneaks through the shadows and enters through your window. Sometimes the green rays briefly illuminate the stain he is against the dark sky.

Knowing that your boyfriend is something close to a hero of the shadows, exiled and estranged from everyone, you always keep the window open at night, so he can approach easily.

He always complains and says it's too dangerous to leave the window open, but you ignore that. Seeing him is already hard enough. You always do your best to make it at least a little easier for the two of you.

This time is no different.

When Izuku easily balances on the windowsill and enters your room, the only light there is from the yellow blinkers that are attached to the headboard of your bed. You texted him earlier and asked him to come see you but got no response.

Izuku pulls back the mask he’s wearing and sighs when he sees you, so beautiful, asleep. You have the habit of sleeping on top of the blankets sometimes and he smiles when he realizes that you only wear a big T-shirt - his T-shirt.

Pulling off one of the gloves, Izuku frees his own hand so he can feel your skin. He touches you carefully, like you were made of glass. And it could be — anything could be glass in his calloused, strong hands. Izuku can take down any wall, defeat any villain.

You are fragile compared to him. It's like a porcelain doll, perfect, so delicate.

His free hand wanders over your face; he takes a lock of your hair out your face and tucks it behind your ear. He couldn't help but let his fingertips caress your arms and the fabric of his shirt.

Izuku lets his own green eyes watch you with curiosity and a slight desire; your smooth legs and breasts bulging against his shirt are suddenly more than just a sight for him.

You’re the only good thing in this world, he thinks.

He watches you for a little longer; lets his thumb play with your hair as he listens to your breathing. Izuku finally convinces himself that it's best to let you sleep; he gets up from the end of the bed he was sitting on and that's when you mumble something.

“Oh, did I woke up my doll?” he asks in a sweet voice, his eyes shining when you blink.

“You really came!” you exclaim happily and quickly sit down to hug him. Izuku looks surprised by the contact, as usual.

Away from everyone and everything he knows, fighting villains and facing danger all the time, a touch like yours is unusual. Every few times he can be with you is like that - like you’re caressing him for the first time.

"I got the message just now," he mutters against your hair and lets you rest against his chest. “I didn't meant to wake you up-”

“No problem” you shake a hand. “I didn't think you were coming. I'm happy to see you.”

“I'm always happy to see you” he whispers and cups your face with one hand. The tone in his voice is almost strange, not that common of his nature. He's frustrated about something, you know that. But there are so many things he can be frustrated and angry about that you have no idea where to start.

When Izuku's lips meet yours, a heavy kiss begins in seconds. He holds you possessively, his arms against your waist, one hand quickly pressing your body against his.

You moan softly against his mouth, your hands gripping the collar of his hero uniform. It's a threadbare uniform, quite different from what he used to wear in the past. But you don't care about that or anything else when you pull him towards you, opening your legs so his heavy body has room to lie there.

“What’s this, huh? Did I made you horny that fast?” he asks against your neck as he kisses it, teeth marking your skin. “Your parents are right in the next room, silly girl. We can’t-”

“We can… We can be silent!” you said quickly, eager for the touch of rough hands against your delicate skin.

And that wish is shared by Izuku as well. He wants to ruin you; wants to make you whimper his name, hear you say you can't take him - and still ask for more.

“Do you want it?” he asks hoarsely in your ear and presses his own erection against your thigh. Before you can respond, a rough kiss is dropped against your lips.

He sighs against your tongue as he feels how soaked your panties are. Your hands try to go down his torso, but Izuku is quick to stop them.

“Leave your hands on the headboard,” he says in a soft but dangerously authoritative whisper. As if his voice were a velvet-covered knife, you know perfectly well how dominant and vicious he can be when he wants to. “It's so wet. You shouldn't be so excited to do this when your parents can hear you, love.”

“Iz-zuku” you sigh when you feel his rough movements against your clit, his fingertips threatening to penetrate you.

“Tell me what you want... Just tell me and I'll give it to you” he promises and you unconsciously move your hips, looking for the sensation of his warm hands. “Say it, c’mon. You can use that pretty mouth for something, can't you?”

Your head shakes, but Izuku won't let you speak. He pushes two of the fingers that were previously being rubbed against your entrance into your mouth and watches with a satisfied smile as you obediently suck on them. Izuku continues, deeper and deeper, making you choke at times.

Your hips continued to move slowly, trying to seek some relief with the light friction against one of his thighs. This sight makes Izuku laugh and shake his head as if he’s mocking you.

"You're acting like a little bitch in heat," he says against your ear and your eyes roll back. Izuku removes his fingers from your mouth and takes them straight to the zipper of his own clothes, pulling it down to the volume that was formed by his erection. He lets his own cock free, the pink tip pressed against your panties.

You whine at the contact; it's almost an instinct when your hands leave the headboard and pull your panties aside.

“Please!” you sigh as you lift your hips in an almost desperate way. “Please, please, please, Deku!”

That single word makes him grunt. Izuku can’t hold back when you call him by his hero name. It fills his ego, feels so good he can't say anything else - Izuku thrusts his hips against you, filling you up.

You let out a moan and he lifts his free hand, still covered by a glove, to cover your mouth. You want to beg him, you want to tell him how good his deep movements are, but he won't let you.

Izuku is completely lost in how your body feels against his. The way your body reacts to his, how you can barely handle half his dick without whining pathetically, "It's too much, Deku."

"I don't care, take it" he growled against your neck. His pace is amazing, almost brutal. It makes the bed shake and for a moment you almost forget that your parents are sleeping in the next room and don't know that your boyfriend sneaks in through your window.

Izuku guides his free hand to the most sensitive point between your legs, touching it slowly while forcing his own cock deeper and deeper inside you. You can't even tell you're close to coming - the sensation washes over you and makes your back arch and you hear Izuku moaning as he pulls his own cock out and watches him come over your belly with a heavy groan.

You close your eyes for a moment, trying to catch your breath as you feel Izuku's sweet, warm kisses against your cheeks.

“Open your eyes for me, love” he asks and when you do, a beaming smile from Izuku surprises you. “I'm not done with you yet.”

#bnha fanfiction #bnha imagines #mha #mha smut #mha imagines #mha deku #deku smut #izuku midoriya smut #bnha smut #izuku smut #izuku x reader #deku x reader #eng vers #requests open

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