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~ The Greed ~
Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen X f!Reader
âą short Poem-Oneshot to my fanfiction Love Bites
âą 18+ smut: â«ž dark romance â«· ~ biting (âwounds), blood, skin licking, power, (him) teasing (you), feelings for each other!, nightmares, toxic relationship?! But also fluff
âą words: ca. 1.500
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I can change for you... (Part 1 of 2)
"Well well~! To think they'd send some other rock-bottom rat after me. What, am I not worth a '7th' hero anymore?" The man dressed in red hues chuckled after he saw the pathetic state of an unknown face before him. One that had dared to call out to him as he was mere seconds away from destroying a new built city hall.
Despite being out of breath, the new hero straightened themselves up since this was their first battle after all. One they would win. One they would proudly boast about in the future. And one, that unbeknownst to the two, would mark the start of an unlikely relationship.
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The Raging Thorn had been looking forward to their encounter this week as it would be marking their second anniversary as Hero and Villian. But whenever he showed up to "kidnap" a bus full of students, "steal" the city's savings or cause general havoc, someone else would show up. To him, they were nothing but pesky flies looking to catch a taste of his food. So he would swat them away or drag out the fight in hopes that the association would send you as back up.
But something was definitely not right, as throughout the entire week nor he or his henchmen had caught sight of you. So, when he sent his men to figure out your whereabouts, they came back with an answer. An answer he wouldn't be fond of.
In the beginning of that week, you and two others had been sent out to deal with a being who was threatening to carry out the worst scenarios if the Hero's association didn't send someone to negotiate with him.
It turned out that the being wasn't looking to negotiate but spill blood and make a name for himself. The three of you had been sent to a hospital with severe and life threating injuries but even with the best doctors and hero's aiding, your life was still in danger at the moment. Though that wasn't even the half of it. One of his men mentioned that the bastard had also recorded the moment you arrived at the location and the moment he was done with you all. He posted the footage to a few websites and even went as far as revealing your identities to the public.
Clenching his fist after hearing this, the Raging Thorn was nothing but furious. Ready to kill the one who had harmed you and aching to see his stupid face black and red. He stood up from his seat and stormed out of his lair. But on his way out, his men had stopped him and urged him to see you at the hospital as soon as possible.
"W-who knows what shape Y/N is in now!"
"The more reason to find this piece of shit!" The Raging Thorn growled and as he was about to push his man out of the way, he was slapped.
"Fuck are you listening to yourself boss!?" His henchman trembled as his boss scowled at him. "Do you really want this in your conscious sir, knowing that you could've been there by their side on their last breath but instead y-you wasted time looking for some shit head who you only know his name!"
At the mention of your possible last moments, the Raging Thorn stood still lost in thought.
His henchman flinched back as suddenly his boss placed his hand over his shoulder, "Which hospital are they kept in?"
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"You'll think he'll fire me?" The henchman asked his colleague as they both watched their boss dash off to see you.
Scratching his chin, his colleague shrugged, "Ehh...but if he does, can I have your gun?"
I've had this idea since May and I'd hate myself if I just let it sit in the drafts. Hopefully ya'll enjoyed it and look forward to Part 2! âžâžâž(àŽ°áŽàŽ°àč)âžâžâž
(The Raging Thorn's original villain name was going to be The Crimson Thorn, but I found out the name is already taken by a band, haha.)
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Damn Him
Warumono-San x Reader
Summary: You are in a relationship with an evil mastermind, and you have no idea about it.
You two met in a café.
He walked in ordered a drink and left while you were the one behind him in line.
After seeing him, you went back to the café almost daily.
You didn't even like coffee that much.
But the tall and handsome stranger kept you interested.Â
And to your surprise, he was just as interested.
Your relationship with him became romantic after the first date.
He invited you over to his place and had a lot of questions about pandas.
His obsession with the cute animals became obvious the moment you saw his home, he had a lot of panda-related things.Â
And he even got some from you.
He told you that during his work days, you wouldn't be able to meet but he would still text you from time to time, you understood and since you also had work, you completely agreed to only meet when you had the days off.
He would call you or text you on Saturdays and you two would meet up, you mostly went to the ZOO to see the pandas.
"Which one is your favourite animal?" he asked as you two were looking at the tigers.
"I'll show you." you grabbed his hand and dragged him to a different exhibit.
He looked at the animal up on the tree, sleeping, then he looked at the sign.
"Red panda." he said
"I think they are the cutest." you smiled as his eyes never left the animal sleeping up on the tree.
"Cute."
His voice was low and you barely heard him but you did.
Even so, his fascination with Pandas never stopped. He even got you a panda mug you brought into work.
Then it got to a point where he invited you over a Friday afternoon, so after work, you would head to his place with a small bag and you would spend the weekend there.
Then you would stay until Monday mornings and head to work from his place.
It was a simple relationship, filled with kind and sweet moments.
You would say you loved him.
But you didn't know much about him.
Him, on the other end, knew everything about you. He wanted to know from the moment he noticed you standing in line behind him.
But, how could a human capture his heart?
He wasn't sure, but you did.
He loved waking up, having you next to him, even just laying there was enough, but during colder days, you cuddled to his side, which he enjoyed even more.
He was sure he would never feel such a thing towards a human... and yet, he did.
He gave you his apartment key, hoping you would come over even more, damn you and your respect for his personal space!
Damn him for telling you that you could only come over on Friday afternoons.Â
Damn him and his plans to destroy humanity!
Damn him and his heart for falling in love.
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This idea came to me while eating lunch and watching this movie.
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Don't leave me
Pairings- Mob!Bucky x Fem!Reader
Summary- The aftermath of the shootout was here. And Bucky has to come to terms with the results of the life he introduced you to, and what revenge he would ensue.
notes- this is a part two to Doll, please. I hope you guys enjoy the ending!! Please let me know your thoughts!! Thank you for reading loves!!
Warnings- angst, talk of guns, drugs, kidnapping, abuse, torture. major gore. sad Bucky, hurt reader, hurt/comfort, gunshot wounds, medical talk, revenge.
WC- 3k
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"Doll, please."
I saw her look up at me with those doe eyes. Those big beautiful eyes painfully gazing into mine. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to turn her away from the bullets that were sure to fly our way, but I couldn't move my hands. In this moment I couldn't protect her.
I felt the sob rip from her throat. There were only ten seconds left.
"I vowed to stand by your side, Buck." She looked back to the ten guns pointed in mine and her direction. I could see a stray tear slip down her cheek as her hands shook, her nails digging into her palm as she tried her hardest to release my wrists from the painful wire digging into them.
Suddenly she dropped the knife, jumping into my lap. Her hands wrapped around my neck as her legs surrounded the back of the chair, encasing my upper body. "NO! Doll, please!!" I felt her hit the knife in my thigh with hers, but I ignored the pain focusing on what in the world she thought she was doing.
The men cocked their guns. But in that moment all I could think about was how to get her off of me. I needed her to run, to fight back to do something. Not to protect my body with hers. I couldn't let her.
"Doll!! Stop!! Get up!!" But my protests fell on deaf ears as she tucked my head into her chest, wrapping her arms tighter around my neck, not letting me move a muscle below her.
She shook her head, my tears soaking her shirt, mixing with mine and her blood. "I won't let you die." She attempted to shout but at that moment her voice was the quietest I'd ever heard it.
I tried to whisper back when suddenly shots rang out through the warehouse. My head popped up, prepared to die with the love of my life. I wouldn't let her do it herself. I would not live without her. Not if I had a choice.
But in that split second, I realized the first bullets that went flying weren't from Rumlow's men, it was from Steve, Sam, and my men, shooting at the ones who threatened us.
"Doll, we're gonna be oka-"
But my words were cut short as two bullets flew into her. She screamed. Her vocal cords grinding together in the most painful way I'd ever heard. I felt my heart rip in two as her body shook against mine, arching her back as if that would stop the pain.
But she kept her head down, arms shaking yet still holding onto me. I would have cut my hands off if I had the strength to rip through the restraints. A sob tore from my throat, "Don't do this to me."
She finally lifted her head, my beautiful wife looking at me with such care and tenderness. As if she hadn't just been shot twice, and wasn't using all of her strength to hold onto me for dear life.
A small drop of blood trickled down the side of her mouth as her teeth were painted red. "I love you, James Barnes." She cupped my face in her hands, tucking me back into her chest as her grip seemed to loosen, "Till forever and always."
The words we both said to each other on our wedding day. "Doll, please." Her hold on me finally failed as she fell, but thankfully into the arms of Steve, before her head would've slammed into the concrete.
My second in command looked at both of us. Tortured and bloody. I held in my tears as I looked at Sam, leading a pair of medics through the door.
"Rumlow will pay." The wire from my wrists was snapped in half thanks to Peter, a new, very terrified recruit. I shot down immediately onto my knees, holding her head in my hands as the paramedics loaded my wife onto the stretcher. "Don't leave me."
I made eye contact with Steve, "I will have him and that traitor's head."
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You lay in the hospital bed, your whole body practically wrapped in soft white bandages.
You could feel the pressure of something on your thigh as you tried to open your eyes. It wasn't working. Why couldn't you just open them?!
Try something else, you thought.
You moved your hands, the feeling of someone else's palm in yours made your heart start to race. You could remember little parts over the last three days.
Bucky was kidnapped.
Steve was put in charge.
You were kidnapped.
Natasha was working with Rumlow.
The torture.
The pain.
Your husband's face as you used yourself as a human shield.
Being shot.
Suddenly you heard screaming and saw bright lights. A heart monitor was beeping louder and faster at each passing second.
Realizing the screaming was in fact your own, you started to breathe harder. You finally could open your eyes!
Your surroundings were blurry at first. There was a familiar figure in front of you. Sounds were muffled but began to come back into focus.
"Doll?! Sweetheart, you're okay."
You shook your head, looking around in panic before realizing you were in fact back at home, in your bed. Bucky beside you. Your husband, holding your face in his hands.
"B-Bucky?" Your voice was raspy and your throat felt like sandpaper, rubbing together from underuse.
Involuntarily you started to cough, holding a hand up to your throat which only caused more pain in your back to bloom. "Ah," You groaned, swallowing before resting your head back on the pillow.
You felt Bucky's hands leave your body, but only for a second as he held a straw to your lips. "It's just water doll. I need you to drink this for me."
You nodded, feeling a pounding in your head as you sucked down the refreshing liquid. The coolness soothing your throat like rain in the desert.
"Good girl." Bucky gave you a soft smile, taking the straw away from your mouth as you finished the water.
Closing your eyes for a moment, you regained your vision, looking around.
Monitors, medical equipment, and an abundance of flowers and cards filled your and Bucky's bedroom. Light shone through the window as you squinted, shooting over to look at Bucky who just gazed down at you worryingly.
You looked him over, seeing the cuts and bruises that adorned his face. His lip was split in multiple places. His thigh was wrapped in gauze and his wrists were bandaged. Looking down, so were yours. Actually, it seemed your entire body was.
"Are yo-," You swallowed, "Are you okay?"
Bucky took a moment before letting out a laugh. "You're asking me if I'm okay, doll?"
You nodded, confused.
"Sweetheart you're the one who's been unconscious for three weeks and has two bullet wounds."
You twisted your hips a little, feeling the agonizing, shooting pain of the very real bullet wounds. Groaning, you whispered, "So that definitely happened, good to know."
Bucky ran his hand down the side of your face, sitting in the chair that was placed beside your shared bed. "I'm the one who's supposed to protect you, doll."
You gulped, "I- I couldn't let you die, James."
Bucky closed his eyes, laying his head down on your thigh as he gripped your hand in his. "I would've rather die than see you in this state, sweetheart."
You lifted your other hand, running it through his untamed hair. "Don't say that, Buck."
But his head lifted, making you notice his bloodshot eyes and the way tears streamed down his face in harsh lines. "I won't live without you, doll." He shook his head, a tear dripping onto the hospital blanket "I would rather die a thousand times over and over in the same painful way than see you in such agony, my love."
You held back tears, closing your eyes as you tried to steady your breath. "I couldn't- no. I wouldn't let you die like that, Buck." You looked at him once again, "Not at the hands of Rumlow. Not because of me."
"This wasn't because of you, doll-"
"But it was!" You shouted, making you cough slightly, not used to using your voice for this long yet. "Rumlow took you because he wanted to hurt us- because he wanted me." You cupped Bucky's jaw in your hand, "Because I chose you."
Bucky gulped, "I've never been so scared." You softly laughed, thinking of all the shootouts, drug deals, and interrogations Bucky went through on a day-to-day basis.
But he shook his head, hearing your chuckle. "Seeing him hurt you and torture you the way he did." Bucky's eyes went dark, "I've never wanted to hurt someone so bad just to ensure you made it out of there safely."
You tried to speak up but Bucky kept going. "And look at you now. You're laying here, with two gunshot wounds, fingernails ripped apart, and a busted-up face."
Tilting your head, you looked at the mirror that stood in front of your and Bucky's bed; genuinely taking in your appearance. You in fact did have a busted-in face. Your lip was split. Your eyebrow was stitched as well as your nose. You had bruises covering every inch of your skin and your hair was in the worst shape you had ever seen.
Gulping, you looked away from the mirror, making Bucky take your chin in his hands, guiding you to look him in the eyes. "But you're still the prettiest doll I've ever seen." He moved, bringing his lips to yours in a soft yet long-awaited kiss. "My best girl."
It hurt to smile but you did, bringing your hand to his face, gently rubbing over the matching bruises that mirrored yours. "I love you, James."
"I love you, doll."
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The next few days were agonizing.
You could finally stand up on the third day. But not without terrible pain shooting in every nerve ending of your body.
Bucky helped you with everything. From showering to cleaning your wounds. He was quite the nurse when it came to you.
But unfortunately about a week after you woke up, the violence hadn't ended. There were still some loose ends to tie up.
Slowly walking down the stairs and into one of the main rooms, everyone's attention went to your hobbling frame. "Doll?" Bucky sped over, Steve immediately pulling up a chair so you could take a seat.
As you sat down you noticed a large bruise on Steve's jaw. You knew Bucky would eventually be mad at him for not properly making sure you stayed out of the mess and violence of it all. But you were hoping it would've been a stern lecture, not a punch.
"What are you doing out of bed?" Bucky whispered. The room stayed completely silent as Steve, Sam, and the rest of Bucky's men kept their backs turned, giving you two some privacy.
"I know you're planning to retaliate against, Rumlow."
Bucky nodded, taking your face in his hands as you fidgeted with the string of your sweatpants. Well, Bucky's sweatpants.
"I don't want you involved again, doll." He glanced back at Steve for a moment, "Not after what happened."
You shook your head, "I need him to pay for this, Buck." Your body shook with anger, "I want his fucking blood."
Bucky was slightly startled, never seeing this much hatred in your eyes. You were always his sweet wife. You made the men cookies, and you organized charity events for the homeless shelter down the street.
Sure, you knew how to use a gun and fight if you had to. But seeing this much agonizing resentment on your face, scared him. But he knew you wouldn't let it go. He sure as hell wasn't.
So he let you know the plan, and what was going down.
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"Steve? We good?" Bucky touched the earpiece, hearing an affirmative. The mob had infiltrated Rumlow's mansion only one week later, killing every single man who stood in their way. Shoot on site. Was your husband's order as you and he waited to enter the mansion, making sure only Rumlow and Natasha were left.
Two of Bucky's men opened the doors to the mansion. The sight of the place made you cringe slightly. Soldiers were dead on the ground everywhere. Blood painted the floors and staircases like a stain.
"Top floor, back left bedroom."
You heard Steve's voice echo through the earpiece as you and Bucky made your way up.
His hand never left the small of your back, making sure you were covered at all angles with men following behind and in front of you, rifles pinned for every aspect of an attack.
"You alright, doll?" Bucky whispered, his hand on the door that would lead you to Rumlow. You nodded, ignoring the dull pain in your back. "I need this to be over with."
Your husband kissed the crown of your head, nodding to his men as they busted down the door, guns held high.
But the sight in front of you made you smile.
Rumlow was beaten down, cowering in the corner of the room as Natasha stood in the corner, you could see the fear in her eyes. The same fear she caused you as she ripped your fingernails to pieces.
"Brock Rumlow," Bucky spoke in a deep voice, pulling on a pair of black gloves, before handing you a matching pair.
You slipped them on, hand placed on the knife that was strapped onto your thigh, just above the black jeans you had on.
Steve and Sam patted Bucky on the back, looking toward you with respect. "Have fun, you two." The blonde spoke, before exiting and closing the doors behind them.
"P-please, Barnes." Rumlow pleaded, "Have mercy."
Bucky was about to laugh before Natasha beat him to it. "Oh, please. You two really think he was the mastermind behind all this?"
You looked over at the redhead in the corner, your former friend.
"If he's not, does that mean you are?" Your voice carried through the room, a newfound confidence making you raise your head high.
Natasha grinned, "And here I thought you never would've survived."
You tilted your head, "Two bullet shots and I'm walking four weeks later." You pulled the gun from your other holster, "I can't say the same for you after this." You pointed it right at her forehead.
"Come here," Bucky moved forward, knowing you had Natasha pinned with the intent to shoot; dragging Rumlow up as two of his men held him on his knees.
"Nat, please. Do something." Rumlow begged, making you let out a laugh under your breath. "Do you think she's really in the position to?"
You saw her move forward slightly, making you cock your gun, "One more step and I blow your fucking brains all over these white sheets."
Bucky grinned, loving this color on you.
"You really thought you could take my girl from me?" Your husband kneels in front of Brock, pulling out a knife from his belt. "What did you call her after breaking her nose? Oh, that's right, a 'lovely specimen."
Bucky's smirk dropped, nodding at the two men holding Brock down as they forced his mouth open. Brock shouted and yelled as Bucky gripped the end of his tongue, pulling it from his mouth and slicing it clean off from the base with his knife.
Brock wailed and cried as another soldier brought over a jar filled with a yellow liquid, opening the top so Bucky could drop the tongue in. He closed the lid, holding it up high as he watched Brock's mouth fill with blood. "What a lovely specimen."
"You two are fucking sick." Natasha, sneered, making you grip the knife from your own holster, throwing it and landing it right in her hand that was held in the air. She screamed, falling to the ground and back up until her back hit the wall.
You kneeled down, gun still pointed in her face, "Talk again and next time your tongue will join his in the jar." Your former friend gulped, nodding as you smirked.
Bucky gripped the front of Brock's shirt, making his back touch Bucky's chest as he held a knife to his throat. "Anything you wanna say before I kill you in front of your girlfriend, Rumlow?"
You laughed, slightly, making Bucky huff in humor. "Oh, that's right. You can't" He whispered the last part before slicing a clean and deep cut across his neck, blood pouring out as he collapsed to the ground, whimpering and sputtering in pain as he bled out, his eyes on you in fear as he eventually stopped moving.
Natasha looked back at you, still clutching her bleeding hand into her chest. You kneeled down, "Why, Natasha?"
She shook with terror, hardly being able to force the words out. "Why did he have to pick you?!"
Your brows furrowed in confusion, "What?"
Natasha scoffed, looking over at your husband, then back to you.
"Before you came along I thought he could love me. But then you showed up, taking all Bucky's attention. I never stood a fucking chance."
You laughed, sighing before standing and walking over to Bucky, placing a hand on the back of his head before smashing your lips against his in a heated kiss. He groaned, biting your lip and making you moan into his mouth.
You chuckled, still holding the back of his head in your hand. You lifted your arm, perfect aim.
"No, Natasha. You never stood a fucking chance."
One, two, then three shots rang out through the room as you planted two bullets in Natasha's head, and one in the chest.
Dropping the gun, you saw her body slump to the ground. Dead.
Bucky turned you away from the scene, bringing your face into his hands as both of you had unshed tears in your eyes. "It's over, doll."
You nodded, holding onto his hands as they held your face. "Can we go home, Buck?"
He nodded, bringing your face into his chest as he walked you back through the house and into the car. "We're going home, doll. I'm never leaving you."
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Headcanon: Dating a black Bimbo
notes: Hey hey! English isn't my first language so sorry if it's not perfect!
synopsis: Just, what if Dabi and Shigaraki had a Black Bimbo girlfriend~
warning: fluff, nsfw, cursing, semi-public, degrading, dry humping, cock drunk, pussy drunk, breeding kink, reader is part of the lov.
Tomura Shigaraki
First of all, your relationship is a true definition of "opposites attract". Shigaraki is the quiet type and he's outstanding only when he has to. When you're bubbly, extravagant and kind of loud sometimes.
but somehow you both get together
he likes the way you dress, and even if he doesn't say it out loud, he still wonders why a girl like you would date him
"so how do I look ?"
he stares at you for so long without saying anything, you are way too hot for his poor brain "Take a picture it'll last longer~" you say with a smirk on your lips. "stfu. That skirt is way too short, you hoe." you stick your tongue out to him "yeah yeah, you like it though~"
when you started dating, due to his quirk. he was very uncomfortable with touching you.
but you're touch starved and you need his hands ALL. OVER. YOU.
so he bought some digital artist gloves, spending his time squeezing your waist, thighs and ass no matter if people are watching or not
he'll slides his hand between your thighs, lightly strocking your covered pussy.
he also likes to kiss your neck slowly going down reaching your deep-cut biting your perky nipples through your shirt
he LOVES when you get your nails done make it long af he loves it "next time you should do them in baby blue... it would suit you"
he will definitely pay for your nails.
if you take him shopping he will complain all day about how much he wants to go home to play video games
but if you want something, he'll pay for it.
"Baby, what do you think of this one ?" he lazily raises his head to look at you "You look like a whore" "okay I'll take this one then~"
once again Shigaraki loves your style so he doesn't mind if what you're wearing "too short" or "too revealing", he likes it
but if someone dare look at you in some disgusting ways, he'll decay them without thinking twice
Don't look at his girl like if she was a piece of meat.
Shigaraki is very possessive
he likes to have you close when there's a lot of people around
so you're often on his lap, even during meetings
but you're such a tease, always trying to get him hard when you're supposed to sit still
pretending to find a more comfortable way to sit as you just press his covered cock with your ass
but your actions have consequences
and Shigaraki is not the patient type.
at the second that the two of you will be alone, he'll bent you over any surfaces and shoves his hard penis inside of you
"Aw look at you" he cooed "you're moaning like a dumb slut on my cock~"
he'll go rough on you, making you moaning and screaming. letting everyone around earing you "that's it baby, scream my name let them know who you're belonging to~"
Dabi
From fuck buddies to lovers in blink of an eye
You get under this man skin ngl
He loves your style, that what's peak his interest in you, but now that you both are dating he can't stop noticing the looks of others on you.
Dabi takes any occasions he has to smack your ass and boobs
"Okay I'm leaving see you later baby" you say and he looks at you "not with that skirt. go change yourself" "wtf no! I love this skirt!" he sighs "babe, I can see your bright pink thong from where I am. it's not even covering you ass properly."
like this man will do it in public with a proud smile when you'll turn to look at him
"look baby I got some new nails~!" "you really do like scratching my back, ain't you~" "wha- ITS NOT ABOUT SEX !"
Dabi is not really fond of nails, like he doesn't like it when it's too long and he will never pay for it
but he will definitely pay for nipples piercings
"oh no... I've break one of my nails..." he smirks "oh no you'll not going to require my help to masturbate anymore~"
Dabi is possessive and oddly jealous
if he sees you speaking with an other guy he'll come calmly, grabbing you by the hips, backhugging you while sending death glares to the poor guy.
when the guy is gone, you'll look at him with a disapproval look "What ? At least he's alive."
he loves making sexual jokes obviously but there's those moments when he's looking at you for a short time and his only thought is "damn I love this girl..."
"You're really pretty you know that ?" he says, dragging you on his lap "where did that come from?" "shut up, just take the compliment"
He's really weak for your touch and when I say weak, it's an HEAVY "weak".
And sometimes no matter where you are, you'll be ending with him between your thighs, your legs wraps around him while he fucks you deep and hard against a wall
his lips busy biting your neck and giving you hickeys, holding back his moans
shhh... I know princess~" he whiper next to ears, biting you lobe lightly "But you have to keep it down, people will ear you~"
he'll keep fucking you, filling you with cum before letting you go "You're such a good girl~"
Then you'll both join the meeting like nothing happens
and he'll smirks like an ass seeing his seed slowly running down your thighs
note: I'm sorry if the NSF isn't good I'm not to write those in english :(
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HUGE FNAF MOVIE SPOILER
his smug expression is everything đ
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Incorrect MHA-50 (L.O.VxReader)
Shigaraki: [finds out Y/n infiltrated the league] You played me like a fiddle
Y/n: Oh, no Shiggy fiddles are actually hard to play
Y/n: I played you like the cheap kazoo you are
#mha#bnha#incorrect quotes#incorrect bnha quotes#incorrect mha quotes#mha incorrect quotes#bnha incorrect quotes#mha x gender neutral reader#mha x reader#bnha x reader#bnha x gn!reader#shigaraki tomura#tomura shigaraki#tomura shigiraki x reader#shigaraki tomura x reader#shigaraki x reader#tomura x reader#mha lov#league of villians x reader#league of villains#lov x reader#mha shigaraki#bnha shigaraki
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Villains getting caught masturbating
A/N: this one was pretty fun, I wish I'd done this one sooner but it's pretty long and reader just gets horny and frisky with them sooo this is smut with no plot basically. Hope y'all enjoy this oneđđ ( also there different readers in case you're wondering why reader has different color words in each one that why.) Sorry if it bad, this took me days to write thisđđđ
Dabi, shigaraki, compress, spinner with fem reader smut.
Warning: it's has some smut, dabi & shiggy kinda of a dick while compress and spinner are pretty sweet. (Bit of dubcon for dabi, cum eating, public masturbation, oral, rough sex, riding and horny reader đ)
MINORS & ANTIS STAY AWAY it's 18+ content!!
Dabi
I personally don't think dabi would do this often but when he does, he doesn't care where he at.
Him casually takes his cock out in an empty alleyway where no one will disturb him. A good old hand job doesn't hurt anyone right?
He spit at his member to get some lubricant and to do a quickie, he lets out a heavy sigh.
Groans out of his mouth, his cheeks turning red when his hand goes up and down at a fast pace.
Loud footsteps coming towards the entrance, he tilted his head to the side as his smirk grew wide.
Your pretty little face appears as you're were the popular and most powerful pro-hero in Japan as you get ready to attack.
You blink a few times as you realize what's happening and you start to smirk.
" ohh the big bad villain taken a break, I thought you were done running away from me~" you cheeky wink at him as he grunt out.
" brat⊠how about I burn you to ashes so you can leave me in peace. "You didn't fight him but you're getting distracted by him and how he didn't remove his hand away while he was making eye contact with you. The mental piercings on his thick manhood, his balls were hanging a bit out of his pants but you started to drool.
His smirk grew wider.
" aww what wrong hero? Cat caught your tongue.. see something that you like? " he purred at you sweetly.
He moves his finger up, wiggle his sender finger toward him.
" come on~. I knoooww you wanna play with my cock.. " your eyes move up and down at him, you're not sure what to do in this type of situation.
" If not, you can piss right off.. I'm not in the mood to fight. " he throws his head back as he lets out loud moan.
" fuck⊠I'm getting close-.. " you swayed your hips didn't realize you were moving towards the villain, you immediately dropped down as you lick your lips.
" good kitty~. " he gently caresses your soft silky hair, you grip his wrist tight.
" I'll bite back if you do anything⊠fair warning. " dabi chuckle at your aggressive threat⊠How cute as he growls at you.
" watch the teeth then dollâŠ" he shoves his cock down your throat roughly as he pins both your hands up the wall.
" I'm not a nice villain to be messed with. " he lean in to whisper seductively.
" I know how to tame bratty heros like yourself, doll~. " your eyes begins to tear up as he lick it off.
" so pretty choking on it kittycat~ "
Shigaraki
Tomura had a day off, it was his time to play games or more importantly watch hentai videos on his phone.
He was sitting on the ratty couch, he pulled his sweatpants down as he released his dick out. He spread his legs wide as he watched two girls getting caught in tentacles.
The high pitched girly whimpers coming out of his phone as he bites his scarred lips.
He stroked his cock up and down, building up at a slow pace.
He loves to edge himself because whenever he finally reaches his end, more cumming will be all over him.
He sighs a bit, he kinda gets annoyed whenever that happens but it'll feel amazing afterwards.
He rolls his eyes back as he arches his back, feeling it coming soon.
Suddenly the door is slammed wide as you begin to walk in.
Tomura lets out a whimper as he begins to release his cum over his pants and onto the floor.
You gasp out loud feelings a bit embarrassed by this but couldn't help but realize your boss looks really hot and his cockâŠ. How does he hide that thing, it's so⊠huge.
" what⊠the.. hell.. Y/N. '' he narrowed his eyes at you as he growls in annoyance.
" Look at what the mess you made.. " you were confused by this as you begin to talk.
" me?? You are fucking jerk off to nasty shit in the bar!?! " he tsk at you as he watch you with angry pout.Â
" ughh⊠you're pissing me off. " he begins to scratch his neck fast as you cross your arms.
" Well shit who's fault is that? "Tomura grunted again as he lay back, breathing heavily as he continued his scratching.
You blink at him a few times as you start to feel heated but you also want to help his little problem.
You click your tongue making tomura look at you with annoyance.
" what? " you bite your lip as you look at the cum all over himself.
" Do you want me to help you out? " Shigaraki raises his brow at you.
" Huh?? " You want to feel him inside of you, he's looking really good and juicy right about now.
He narrowed his eyes towards you as he growled.
"... if you want to help me out, you gotta go down on your knees and crawl for your master. " he pointed downward and wiggled his long finger.
" Go on babyâŠ" you watch his cock twitch with excitement as he rubs himself.
You drop down with no hesitation as you begin to crawl towards him.
His smirk grew so wide once you finally reached him.
You lick the white liquid off the floor and onto his dirty pants.
"Filthy whore~ " he pet your head softly as you look up at him.
You lick the salty creamy goodness as you lick your fingers as well realize how his cum tastes pretty good.
You get up quickly as he raises his brow again, you pull both your pants and panties off. You start to straddle him, putting both your thick thighs on the side of his thigh and onto the ratty couch.
" can I ride you handsome~? " he purrs sweetly at you as he grabs your hips and pulls you downward where his cock should be, inside your tight warm pussy.
" since you ask nicely. "No warning slammed you downward, making you gasp at the fullness and girth, you cry out, holding onto his lean shoulders.
" but I'm not going give you an easy level⊠no I think you can handle a hard challenge don't you think? "
Compress
You were running at the park, it was pretty fresh and chilly at this late hour. You stretch your legs a bit as you sigh softly.
You grab your water bottle to quench your thirst, the nice cold liquid running down your throat as you smile softly.
You hear a groan as you watch the area.
No one is around, it sounds like the person is in pain, you keep following the noise as it gets more and more vocal the more you follow it.
You trip over something as you hear the loud grunt-like noise.
" sir are you oka-... " you freeze up to see the man was masked and was the infamous mr.compress, you happen to lay on top of him in the bushes. What the hell is he doing?? You turn over away from him quickly, your eyes widened as you see his pants were fully around his knees, his cock was in his hand.
He was breathing heavily as you tilt your head in confusion. Why is he masturbating in a park and why was he by himself??
" ahh⊠sorry darling, I didn't mean to disturb you." He bows his head as he begins to pull his pants up.
You bite your lips as you stop him fast, why did you stop a villain, you could have run away?? Your brain was screaming at you as you shake your thoughts out of your head.
You lean in to begin licking him, it's confused both of you but your mind was filled with dirty thoughts when you saw him and his pretty cock.
You pant softly as you lick the vein of his cock, grab the base as you stroke him.
You tease his tip as you lick in circles motion as he lean back and groan out.
" my.. my.. you're very sweet darling~ " you look up at him with a smile, with his cock in your mouth.
You push down to take more of him, you play with his balls as you gag on him.
You pull away as you give him your biggest puppy dog eyes.
" Can we continue this at my place~? " You tilt your head at him as you lick your lips.
He hums softly as he grabs your chin pulling you towards him.
" of course darling~ "
SpinnerÂ
You were alone at the lov headquarters, it's your job to be a maid and clean everything.
You sigh softly as you get annoyed at shigaraki bossing you around whenever you clean something and he'll get pissed if you don't clean it right.
You rub the sweat of your forehead as you groan out.
You're heading towards the restroom as you're not expecting much.
Just an empty room right? You open the door to see one of Shigaraki's comrades in the shower.
Your eyes widened, he was fully naked and was leaning his back on the wall, that didn't surprise you no it was the fact that he has two penises out, they both look light pink.
Has some glans on the tips and some bumps on the side of his cocks.
He leans towards you as he begins to realize you were there.
"ShitâŠ. I-I.. " he begins to cover himself as he feels embarrassed and you don't know what to do.
" I⊠I'm sorry!! " You quickly slam the door shut, you feel bad for walking in on him.
But you couldn't help but rub your thighs together and just imagine what it would be like to take it both at the same time.
You knock the door softly, there is no response as you open the door.
You see spinner freeze up in fear as he covers himself.
" You know, you don't have to hide from me~" you walk in as he starts to blush red.
You lock the door as you remove your clothes off, spinner's eyes wide as his mouth drops like a cartoon character. You couldn't help but giggle at him.
You come towards him as you put your hands on his scaly knees then move it towards his cheeks as you gently caress him.
" Do you wanna have sex with me? " You know it wouldn't be that simple for you to ask anyone that and you barely know him, your eyes clouded with lust as you bite your lips.
"... y-yess!! I would like that please. " he whimpered softly as he began to turn more red.
He gently pulled you into his lap as he looked away from you.
" only if you're okay with it.. " you giggle at his shyness as you kiss him softly.
" I'm okay with it~ " you put your head on his as you grab his cock and stroke him a bit, the pants fill the room as you get into it.
You roll your tongue out as you're hungry for him inside you already.
You gently push down on him as you moan out.
" shit-.. it feelsâŠ" he leaned back as he groaned, grabbing your hips tight.
"Fuck~... it's feel amazing. "You give him more kisses as you coo at him.
" you're so beautiful Shuichi~ " you puff as he feels hot all over.
" I'm not beautiful⊠" you giggle at him more, he's such a cutie.
#minors dni#shigaraki tomura#dabi#x reader#chubby reader#fanfic#smut#shigaraki x reader#dabi x reader smut#mr.compress x reader smut#spinner x reader smut#mha#mha villian smut#villian smut#bnha#anime#mha smut#villain x reader#villain x hero#villain x villain#villain x civilian
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( ' glass children. ' )
violet wrists and then her ankles, silent pain.
then he slowly saw their nightmares were his dreams.
monster, how should I feel?
creatures lie here, looking through the windows
i will hear their voices.
i'm a glass child, i am hannah's regrets.
â summary: with the star plasma vessel dead, satoru and suguru need you (fem!reader) to lead them to their next path.
â genre: angst. heartbreak.
â playing: monster by meg & dia
â note(s): i'm a sucker for what ifs. i love what ifs. good and bad. i thought about this what if a lot. i wanted to write about this since halloween and didn't have time to post it. i just know suguru and satoru are better than me cause everyone would have gotten this smoke. that's all imma say. anyways, mentions of blood & death. probably some spelling errors here and there.
â word count: 866
Those beautiful cerulean blue hues still sparkled as the light down on them.
But the spark of life was gone. They were dull. Lifeless. Emotionless. You never saw them like this before.
You could feel the anxiety swallowing you whole. If someone looked closely, they can see your legs trembling slightly. The two boys in front of you were having a brief conversation but you couldnât hear it.
You couldnât hear anything over the loud sounds of your heart rate picking up at a rapid pace. You couldnât even hear the round of applause the strangers that crowded around the white hair teenager who held the lifeless body like he did the first time meeting her.
They were clapping for Satoru. Fucking clapping.
You just stared at the crowd in disbelief. What kind of people would approve of this? What kind of people are happy over this? The death of a young girl.
A young girl you considered your friend.
Monsters...monsters...
âSuguru...should we kill these guys? The way I am right now I doubt Iâd feel anything.â His voice was hoarse. But what made your heart ache was hearing no emotion in his tone. It matched his stare.
Dull. Lifeless. Emotionless.
Your eyes went over to Suguru. His back was faced to Satoru but you saw his almond shaped eyes were as wide as they can be but soon he pulled himself back together. He always does. He has too.
âNo. Thereâs no point. Itâll be dissolved soon enough.â His voice mimic the tone Satoru set. He began to walk towards the door to get out of there. He was sick of the clapping and the smell of the dried blood that lingeried. He was sick of this. He was sick of this life. He was sick of death. He was sick of curses.
âNo point, huh? Does there really need to be any point to it?â Satoru asked or stated. You couldnât really tell. You went to follow behind Suguru like a lost puppy but Satoru called out your name.
âName...â
"Y-yes...Satoru?" your gentle voice trembled.
"What do you think we should do?" Satoru asked you. His eyes didnât look at you. They just looked straight ahead into nothing. Suguru's eyes went over to you almost forgetting you were even there.
Your eyes was puffy and red from crying. You were the emotional one out of the three. That's why Satoru would tease you about being weak. You were a crybaby. But Suguru didn't see an issue with it, he likes you like this. So did Satoru but he wouldn't openly admit it. You reminded him about those certain emotions he swore he couldnât feel anymore.
"Name...what should we do?" Suguru also asked willing to do anything you said. The self proclaimed brains of this trio couldnât think straight or logically. So it was up to you.
The boys looked over at you for an answer. An answer you didn't have. This wasn't fair. These higher ups using you children. Not caring if you killed one another or died in front of each other. You loved your best friends. Especially Satoru and Suguru, willing to do anything to protect them. Even Riko. They were the only family you have.
But would the higher ups mourn you?
Would the higher ups sink into a dark hole of depression?
Would the higher ups get revenge on you?
Or would they replace you like a piece of livestock.
They would probably replace you in a matter of days.
They probably would assign Satoru and Suguru a mission while your ashes are still warm.
Satoru and Suguru.
The thought of leaving them behind made you feel sick at the pit of your stomach. How would Satoru handle it? You knew Suguru would break in a matter of days. He bottles so much inside of him it would just burst out. Would they keep it together if you were to die? Or would they lose it themselves.
You know you would lose it if either of them or both of them were to die. Leaving you all alone. To defend yourself. To love yourself. You couldnât imagine a world without them. The three of you were glued to each other, couldnât really function without the other.
You could feel the anger replacing the fear and anxiety. On the inside your morals and humanity was being teared apart, stripped away from you the more you stared at Riko's lifeless body in Satoru's arms covered by a thin white cloth.
"Name..." Suguru called out to you once more. There wasnât much time to make a decision.
"Kill them," you finally answered losing all emotions you had that day, "kill them all."
That's all Satoru needed to hear. His lips formed a wicked grin as Suguru silently summoned the rainbow dragon. You stood watched the blood being splattered on the walls and floors. The screams made you smile like that day on the beach with your best friends.
Thatâs where your mind was.
The day on the beach with Riko and Satoru laughing at the sea cucumber while you, Suguru, and Misato were on the beach towels just watching them with smile of your faces.
#i had to re-write the beginning because tumblr didn't save it in my drafts yay âš#they were fucking kids bro đą#and if geto didn't stop gojo he would've been the villian#geto did that stopping gojo from turning evil#like thats why gojo was so mad not because geto became bad because he left him behind#i can go all day about this#dont get me started#satosugu drabble#satosugu x you#satosugu x reader#satosugu angst#( sugusearrings writing * )#jjk fanfic#jjk drabble#jjk x reader#jjk x fem!reader#jjk x you#jjk angst#jujutsu kaisen x reader
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yandere! luo binghe with shixiong!male!reader headcanons
Warnings: obsessive behavior, mentions of violence, physical abuse, and blood.
There may also be possible triggers in this story.
If you do not feel comfortable venturing any further, please hit the 'back' button on your device or computer and read something much more pleasant than a possible series of unfortunate events.
I would like to thank @berrypuddingpwease for helping me expand a concept to full-fledged headcanons featuring one of my favorite characters from MXTX's danmei series, Scum Villian's Self-Saving System, aka SVSSS. This is dedicated to you, my friend :)
So without being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy!
Luo Binghe had suffered one tragedy after another in his life, and being a disciple of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect with a scummy master would later serve as the foundation of his twisted personality in the future. You know it will happen because you have read it. This world you had woken up in, is none other than the famous stallion novel, Proud Immortal Demon Way. Your current incarnation wasnât a member of Luo Bingheâs three digit harem nor the villain Shen Quingqui, but an extra, a senior disciple in Qing Ding Peak.Â
Since you werenât equipped with a system, at least that you were currently aware of at the moment, it wouldnât be considered OOC for canon fodder to try and be a good mentor to the current white lotus that is Luo Binghe, or try to improve your own cultivation so there was a chance you would survive the sectâs demise when the protagonist emerged from the Endless Abyss as an awakened Heavenly Demon.Â
It started off with the small things; greeting Luo Binghe with a smile whenever you saw him, sneaking an extra bit of food or medicine into the woodshed when you were sure no one was watching you, especially Shen Qingqiu. He might be a good teacher, but his temper was a legend in this peak.Â
The only way you could help Luo Binghe improve himself was to purposely compare your cultivation manual with the one he had, the false one written by the peak lord in an attempt to thwart the protagonistâs growth. By doing this, it would add another reason for Luo Binghe to hate his shizun.Â
You allowed him to borrow your book to copy any information he needed, as long as he was discreet. Lup Binghe swore to take good care of the manual, holding it close to his chest with sparkling eyes as he stared at you with a smile. It was cute, this white lotus version of Binghe.Â
Seeing positive changes in how behavior had been worth withstanding Shen Qingqiuâs anger, especially when he found out just the other day that you were the culprit who had been sneaking an extra portion of food to the protagonist. Good things the sleeves of the cultivation uniform were long enough to hide the bruises starting to form on your arms. Thereâs no doubt that the sect leader will start dishing out punishment to you from now on, even for the smallest mistake.Â
Oh, well. Youâll just have to be more careful in behaving around the rest of the sect and Binghe from now on. Still, how could he continue to grow without triggering the events that would lead to his blackening?
As you contemplated these thoughts, you could not have realized nor believed just how much of your presence in this world the plot of Proud Immortal Demon Way in very unexpected ways until it was too late to revert the damage that had already been done.Â
Luo Binghe is a very sticky, lovesick puppy for the shixiong who has treated him with so much kindness and respect and it scares him. Heâs afraid heâll wake up one morningâŠ.and realize that it had been a sweet, sweet dream. But he wakes up early every morning, and he sees his shixiong teaching the others alongside Ming FanâŠ.and when his shixiong sees him, he smiles. And it is a warm, friendly smile that Binghe secretly wishes would belong only to him and no one else.Â
With his shixiong, Bingheâs life in the peak is so much better. He hasnât been this happy in a long, long timeâŠso why was his shizun continuing to punish his shixiong so unfairly? His shixiong didnât do anything wrong! He is training him and the other disciples in preparation for the Immoral Alliance Conference, and doing more than his fair share of the chores around the peak!Â
But no matter what his shixiong did or did not do, their shizun would pull him away from him or the others, and his shixiong would not return to the bamboo house until it was past dinner-time.Â
Shixiong tried to brush off his concerns with a smile, but Binghe wasnât blind! He sees the angry whip marks on his seniorâs arms, his head and robes soaked with tea, the pained look in his eyes! ShixiongâŠ.Shixiong doesnât deserve to be treated like this!
He needed to get stronger. Not just to protect himself but to make sure Shen Quingqui wouldnât hurt his shixiong ever again! And if the sect didnât accept them being together, then they will find happiness elsewhere. Rogue cultivators did exist beyond these mountains, although the other disciples believed they were wholly evil. But Binghe has come to realize that this world isnât just black and white.Â
#forbidden-sunlight#yandere x reader#yandere male#x reader#yandere#male reader#ns.fw#cw violence#tw violence#tw obsessive behavior#tw obsessive love#luo binghe#shixiong!reader#luo binghe x reader#yandere headcanons#scum villian self saving system#scumbag system#scum villain#mxtx svsss#cw blood#tw blood#tw abuse#cw abuse
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Warumono-San Falling in Love with a Woman Who Looks Like a Panda - Headcanons
Warumono x Fem!Human!Reader
You saw him for the first time at the ZOO
He was way too tall for you to miss
His hair covered his eyes but you could tell he was a handsome man
He stood in front of the Panda exhibit
He was taking a lot of photos yet again
And as he turned to leave, he laid his eyes on you
A woman
A woman who looked just like a panda
He was stunned
He was staring
You tried to ignore him but his gaze never left you
You tried to focus on the animals in front of you, but you just couldn't
You moved and he followed you
Was he a stalker?
Or a serial killer?!
Thoughts were running through your mind
Then you saw him at the gift shop
He was staring at the panda soft toys when you went in.
You left empty-handed, he bought a plushie
He would go up to you and innitiate a conversation
He was a man of few words
But you did give him your contact details
He was too handsome to say no to
That was the day he leard about dates
And he asked you on a date the next day
His mind was filled with pandas and you
You and Pandas
It was all he could think about even while he was working
He texted you at work and he found himself looking forward to your reply
Then, on his day off, he invited you to his place
As you looked around you finally realized why he was so facinated by you
He loved pandas
And you were going to be his panda
A/N: Let me know if you all would be interested in more! I have some ideas! :D
#KYUUJITSU NO WARUMONO-SAN#mr. villain's day off#KYUUJITSU NO WARUMONO-SAN x reader#KYUUJITSU NO WARUMONO-SAN imagine#KYUUJITSU NO WARUMONO-SAN imagines#mr. villian's day off x reader#mr. villian's day off imagine#mr. villian's day off imagines#mr. villian's day off fanfic#mr. villian's day off fanfiction#anime scenarios#anime fanfic#anime imagines#KYUUJITSU NO WARUMONO-SAN fanfic#KYUUJITSU NO WARUMONO-SAN fanfiction#kyuujitsu no warumono san#warumono x reader#warumono imagine#warumono imagines#warumono x you#kyuujitsu no warumono san fanfic#kyuujitsu no warumono san fanfiction#kyuujitsu no warumono san x reader#kyuujitsu no warumono san x you#warumono san x reader#warumono san imagine#warumono san imagines#warumono san fanfiction
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The league of villains with a reader with a croc quirk
requests open | bnha masterlist
requested by @stitched-bones-draws
warnings: none | genre: platonic fluff | fic type: hcs
Request: How about the lov from mha with a reader that has a croc mutation quirk, that has all the pros and cons of crocs(ei swim speed, and big lungs) and they are very loving, a good baker, loves to play fight/train, but⊠their way of showing affection is biting.
They love you
Youâre super happy to have found people that accept you for you and donât judge you for your quirk
And they all love having you around, youâre a big sweetie!
And very useful to have around
The biting... took them by surprise
Toga loves it, especially as she also has a unique way of showing affection.
In general she just loves having you around, your really nice and sweet to her.
And you donât even flinch when she comes at you with a knife!!
She thinks of you as family.
Shigaraki claims he only keeps you around because youâre useful
Thatâs a lie, he adores you
Youâre actually nice to him and never make any judgmental comments about his interests or appearance.
He likes training with you, youâre strong, but he much prefers just spending quiet time with you
Whether it be sat with you while you bake, or just sat at the bar talking.
Youâre good company!
And you bring him tasty cakes when heâs gaming
To be honest, they all love your food.
Especially twice
Practically everyone even associated with the league has heard from him about how good your cooking is.
Heâs your main hype man
He gives your cakes to Giran, all the time.
Not that the manâs complaining, theyâre tasty
He also appreciates how you try and help him when heâs having a rough day mentally.
And how you try and calm him down when he feels like heâs splitting.
He really appreciates that.
Heâll try and help you bake sometimes.
Try
So does Mr compress, and heâs surprisingly good at it.
He appreciates having another mature person around
I mean, you can cook for yourself and that is a hell of a lot than most the others can do
He likes that youâre loving and gentle but could also fuck a man up, if need be.
He enjoys just spending time with you, he likes your vibe and caring attitude
He about shat himself the first time you chomped on his arm
Was never judgemental about it, though
Just scared shitless
Dabi appreciates how strong you are
He lets you play fight him and treats it as training.
Youâre a really good training partner, youâre strong and hard to take down
Even if you do fuss over his burns too much
Would never say it but he seriously appreciates how you help him with his burns and stitches
It warms his heart
He tries to repay you by helping you on any missions or getting you anything you need for baking.
Or just stealing stuff for you
Itâs his love language, okay
Heâs strangely protective of you, even though you could end most people in an instant
He acts almost like an older brother
You and spinner are reptile buddies
Youâve honestly done so much for his confidence
You always hype him up and defend him against any of dabiâs totally not affectionate insults.
You always hype him up
And youâve been training him to help him improve in battle
You like to talk to him about your quirk and living as a heteromorph
Though your quirks are very different, youâve had some similar experiences.
And both you have reptile traits
Itâs good to find someone who knows the pain of having animalistic instincts and traits.
Also, him and Tomura sometimes grab you and drag you into video game sessions.
The other members donât know this
Shiggy has a reputation to maintain
In conclusion, congrats on being adopted by a found family of Criminals.
Enjoy being the mom friend!
#bnha x reader#lov x reader#league of villians x reader#the league of villains#bnha#bnha x reader platonic#bnha headcannons#mha headcanons#mha#mha x reader#my hero academia x reader#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#bnha fanfiction#shigaraki x reader#toga himiko x reader#dabi x reader#spinner x reader#twice x reader#mr compress x reader#platonic x reader
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Me watching Sukuna obliterate my Shibuya apartment after I moved to Japan only 3 weeks ago to begin a new life
#jujutsu kaisen#sukuna ryomen#i would actually die#villian era#but seriously#imagine this shit#japan travel#sukuna x reader
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Is it possible that one of the villains of Gotham to develop an obsession with the reader like batfam? Like for example one of them once attended or attempted to attack at one of their performance but got mesmerized by them and decided to stalk them instead
I am now very much thinking about and considering this anon. Thanks for the new idea, I'll be thinking about all day đ (okay, first, /pos, but really- this can easily change up a few more things and add some more conflict. I love it!!! Though maybe I'll make it a sub-series if I actually write it, since the "Not [ ]" is mostly focused on the Batfam, so kind of like an alternate universe type deal? I'm willing to know anyone's thoughts and suggestions on this.)
That can definitely happen, and it makes a lot of sense too when you really think about it (at least the part leading up to where the villian runs into the reader and encounters their music), especially when the reader is not only a well known musician- but known to be the kid of Bruce Wayne.
Even if no one really knows the identity of Batman, everyone and their dog knows Bruce Wayne. You'd have to do more than just live under a rock to not know that guy â especially in Gotham.
Just that fact alone â the reader being another kid adopted by Bruce Wayne â is definitely going to paint a target on their back, especially when they're in a big industry like music. The "well-known" part is just the sprinkles on top of the "you're fucked" cake. Even if I have said before that the reader isn't well-known to the point where they'd be considered super famous or popular, but enough to where people can still recognize them on the street and just kind of say "hey, isn't that the musician who played ( ) the other night? i heard they're pretty good, y'know."
Basically, someone trying to attack them for whatever reason, or even trying to kidnap them, is very possible and highly likely.
I can't say who in particular I think the villian would be? Only because I'm not sure myself, with how flexible the situation is.
The villian could be going to one of the reader's performances simply because there are a lot of other people attending, and if they want to make a grand performance of their own, or have a grand opening to a game, one of the reader's performances seem like the easiest way to do just that. So they settle in a little, waiting for everything to be just right... then they see the reader and whatever instrument they'll be playing, as they and the other performers wait for everyone to get in and settle down.
Maybe the villian hardly notices it at first, or it immediately catches their attention. Maybe they just roll their eyes and scoff or just become curious in some way. Maybe what makes them hate it/curious about it at first is the reader themself. The villian thinks the reader is just another rich kid trying to show off their 'talent'... or notices that the reader is from the Wayne family and that catches their attention, maybe.
Or, alternatively they try to assassinate or kidnap the reader. Maybe just rob them too while they're at it.
It doesn't matter how they get in- what does matter is that they don't know much about the reader besides that they're a musician of some kind and the kid of Bruce Wayne, and maybe for whatever mission they're doing- that's all they need to know. Or all they feel they need to know, as maybe they catch the reader in the middle of a performance no matter how they try to go about their mission â either planning to take the reader out from the backstage, drop them from beneath the floor boards, or snipe them from up top â and the villian hesitates as they really listen to the reader play once their focused is centered on them.
Regardless of how it starts, once it does- they're captived, near mesmerized by what they hear.
Before the villian even knows it, they're watching the entire performance. Any compliments they have towards the reader's music turn to the reader themself, and by the end of the night... the villian is caught in a trap of their own making.
If they were looking into the reader before, that research only delves deeper as they try to figure out each and every little thing about the reader. If they weren't really looking at information about the reader before, they definitely are now.
A simple 'interest' turns into a whole obsession, and now, as you've mentioned, are stalking the reader.
Maybe the villian even dedicates certain atrocities they do in the reader's name, maybe they attend and try to ruin the reader's performances because they believe they should be the only one to hear the reader's music, or just want to be all that much closer to them.
Maybe the villian tries to kidnap the reader, but just so that they can hold them close, or have them play all the tunes they wish to hear from the reader for the rest of eternity... however long that lasts. Who knows?
Tldr: It is very possible, and if anything, more likely than you think!
I hope this answered your question! If you or anyone else has another question, feel free to send in an ask! I'll try to answer them when I can!
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fnaf movie spoilers!!
his face literally said "and here we go"
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