✭ ✭ ✭ 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐍 ✭ ✭ ✭ ft. a lot of characters
summary. Y/n is very protective of his son (aka Spider Plush).
warning(s). He/Him pronouns, foul language, Hobie is a major bully
a/n. Y/n and Spider-Plush are the new Miguel and Lego Spider-Man
“He is a person! And you will treat him that way!”
The voice of Y/n welcomed the newly woken society. It was around 7 am, and a commotion had begun in Miguel’s office. As the sun lazily illuminated the sky, Miles groggily made his way towards Miguel's office, attempting to rub the sleep from his eyes. He couldn't fathom why there was such a commotion at this early hour. "Why is there so much yelling? It's 7 in the morning...!" he groaned, his voice laced with exhaustion. Miles walked through the door, greeting Gwen and Peter B. who were watching the scene amused. Miles looked to see Y/n in a heated debate with both Miguel and Hobie, although it was mostly Hobie, Miguel was sitting down, trying to sooth an incoming migraine.
Pavitr stood at Y/n’s side, cradling a….Spider-Man…plushie? “What is going on here..” Miles who was now wide awake stared at the situation, looking at Gwen for answers. Gwen responded with a chuckle “Get this…their arguing because Hobie skipped Spider-Plush in line for breakfast.” Gwen managed to say between fits of laughter. Miles gave Gwen a look “So, he doesn’t believe in consistency and he doesn’t believe in manners?” Miles watched Y/n, who looked like he was on the brink of committing murder, due to Hobie’s nonchalant face. Peter chimed in, catching a swinging Mayday “I don’t think he did it to be rude. Maybe because he likes getting on Y/n’s nerves,”
Jess who just walked in looked at Peter, “This early morning air finally gave you a brain?” She walked towards Miguel, handing him water and probably a headache pill. Miguel thanked Jess, looking up at the continuing argument. “Yeah..and how did Pavitr get into all this?” Miles questioned, Gwen laughed, for what seemed to be the 4th time “That’s even funnier! He’s trying to take Hobie to court,” Miles smiled, seeing the obvious amusement in the situation “Yeah, somehow he’s got a diploma in that stuff.” Jess chimed in from the computer.
“That’s not the fucking point, Hobart! My son deserves respect! You’ve made him cry!” Y/n gestures to the “crying” plushie, and Pavitr who’s nodding in agreement. Hobie scoffed “Cryin? He’s got a tear sticker on ‘is face! You’ve got yourself fooled!”. This was Miguel’s last straw, he finally flipped the table, literally, sending everything flying— including the cup of water, that Spider-Plush was now drowned in. Gasp filled the small crowd, the laughter coming to a halt to stare at Y/n who was breathing heavily, trying to calm down.
Y/n slowly turned, looking at the soaked Spider-Plush. The plush squeaked, comical tears spewing from its large eyes. Y/n turned to Miguel and Hobie— the latter raised his hands, in a attempt to prove his innocence, he instead pointed to the leader who sported a small bead of sweat, his posture straightened “Umm, that was an accident- I was trying to de-escalate the situation. My anger over took…” Y/n pounced on Miguel, not letting him finish his sentence. Miguel tried to pull the other off his face, stumbling around while knocking things over.
“I-it was an accident!”
“YOU HORRIBLE PERSON!”
“GAAH! WHERE DID THESE CLAWS COME FROM?”
“DON’T….WORRY ABOUT IT!”
“JESSGETHIMOFFME!”
“Sorry, Miguel. I’m not getting into this fight.”
“APOLOGIZE OR SUFFER!”
“AHHHH!”
The crowd watched in silence as Miguel walked out with a bucket on his head, drenched in water. Y/n, on the other hand, walked out cradling his son, the plush wrapped in a towel, Y/n cooed trying to calm down the squeaks emitting from the plushie. Y/n walks up to the group, staring directly at Hobie “Hobart. My lawyer will contact you.” Y/n pointed to Pavitr, and somehow the teen was in a suit. Hobie chuckled, “Fair enough.” Hobie looked at Gwen “Gwendy. Ya down to be my lawyer?” Gwen shook her head “Nope, your not dragging me into this.” Hobie sighed in defeat “Alrigh’ Miles, see ya in a suit on Tuesday.” Hobie shook said boys shoulders, before running off, leaving the boy no time to complain.
Y/n looked at his boyfriend, tutting his head “Fine. Miles. You wanna play that game? Helping my enemy!” Y/n groaned, pulling shades from seemingly nowhere, while also putting them on “I want my child support by Friday,” Y/n said, striding away, Pavitr shuffling after him, the stuff suit preventing him from running.
Meanwhile, Miles stood shocked “Child support? Wha…what is he talking about!” Gwen shook her head disapprovingly “Come on Miles, don’t play dumb, take responsibility.” She advised before departing, leaving Peter who shook his head as well “Don’t worry kid, we’ve all been there..” Peter smiles, before joining the rest.
“Wha- what are you guys talking about!”
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Sub Hobie Brown x Dom reader
one we’re fucking hobie dumb and his eyes roll in the back of his head with his tongue out coming so hard
hobie would normally be so full of smart remarks or quips, so it would be fun to see how you could tease or fuck him until he had no coherent thought left in his pretty little head.
the way i picture it, hobie would be on his back with you between his thighs and fucking him within an inch of his life. his legs would be crossed behind your back, clasping at the ankle and forcing you to get impossibly deeper. one arm would be draped over your shoulder while the other would be gripping the sheets.
“y-you’re- oh, oh! fuck! pleasepleaseplease!” he’d sob, breathing harshly as his cock wept pitifully on his stomach. his brain would turn into fuckin’ mush bc he’s so sensitive and you’re so deep.
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𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍
pairing; DarkProfessor!August Walker x M!Reader
☬— nsfw content. dark themes. body worship. degrading/praising. jealous themes. mentions of past trauma. rough sex. descriptions of violence/murder. daddy kink. knife play. verbal insults.
summary; After having a first glance at you, professor August knew he wanted to make you his. The only thing stopping him was that you were a forbidden obsession. Not only an obsession, but you were his student.
THE brightness of the sun seeped through the jet-black curtains as the morning day came to a beginning for August Walker. A slight groan escaped his lips as he pushed himself up and leaned his muscular back against the dark bed frame.
His hooded eyes looked around the bedroom as a — quiet but still audible — sigh left his mouth. His hand gestured over his beard as he got up from his bed to get ready for the day.
Once he was ready, he made his way into his jet-black car with a black hot coffee in his hand. After a 10-minute drive towards the university, August slammed his car door shut and marched his six-foot frame towards his classroom.
Attending a university when your professor is August Walker, of course, he would get all the lust-filled eyes from the girls as he walked through the halls with his slightly unbuttoned shirt and his sleeves rolled up on his muscular arms.
Why wouldn't he?
He walked around the place like he owned it. He knew he had this hold of power over everyone in the university, and he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it. The girls worshipped the ground he walked upon, wanting every but of him. But he didn't care for them.
But August only cared for one person. A person who was so naive as to not even recognize the thoughtful acts he would do for him every day. Someone he would secretly protect without his knowledge.
That person was you...
His beautiful sweet angel. You looked shy when you were not with the right people, but when you were, a beautiful smile would break out on your face. As soon as he saw you enter his classroom, August lost his breath as he knew you were going to cause him problems. He was clear that you caused him to have an obsession with wanting you.
They say "love at first sight" doesn't exist, but with August, he felt that love for you blossom out of his stone-cold heart. You were like a plague, something which invaded his mind 24/7.
He couldn't stop thinking about you.. he felt compelled to have you underneath him, to feel your soft skin under his touch. To hear your sweet moans as he gave you the pleasure you most desired. August needed you...
As time goes by, the hallway that was once flooded by people begins to become empty from people going to their lectures. Your soft lips pressed against Zayn, your boyfriend as he forcefully kissed you hard. His hands went to your arms—where bruises covered—and let his mouth form into a smirk.
Zayn was your boyfriend of 2 years.
He wasn't always like this, he was once a loving man. But something inside of him switched. Something to cause you harm. You were too naïve to notice any of his wrongs.
"We're going out tonight, baby," Zayn ordered. He never asked you, just ordered. He never asked why you would cry yourself to sleep, why you would feel like something was holding you down. Your heart clenched and your eyes would cry until they couldn't no more from the way Zayn wouldn't even reassure you.
Reassurance was all you needed...
As he spoke, you nodded before walking away to enter your lecture. When you walked into the room, your professor, August Walker, was talking to a student until his words came to a stop. Without your knowledge, your presence made August happier.
One thing ran through his wretched mind the whole time he taught everyone who stayed sat the whole time, paying attention to the words that flowed out of his mouth. You...
August couldn't help himself but picture what your beautiful body would look like under his. Your sweet angelic moans would escape your lips from the pleasure that he knew you desired — That he desired. He wanted you and only you.
The sinful thoughts that would pop up in his mind caused him to stutter while he was teaching the class that you were sitting in. How could he not? Your (e/c) eyes connected with his every time he would talk, and just by making eye contact with you, his pants tightened.
August knew that he couldn't breathe without you… You were the main cause of his morning awakening. He was aware that this forbidden obsession with you would get him into trouble, yet he didn't care. He was only aware that you were going to be his.
No matter what.
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The terrible smell of alcohol reeked through the club.
August felt the — almost silent — wooden floor creak under his heavy feet as he entered the place. The sight of people letting their bodies lose to the music and chugging alcohol into their system made August grimace with a scowl on his face the whole time.
He walked over to the bar — which was crowded with many slouchy men— with his broad shoulders and towering stance. He gives a sharp nod to the bartender whose eyes were glued onto him, waiting for his order and hurried to get a beer at his command.
The sound of unfunny jokes could be heard being thrown around from man to man as August's blue eyes observed the crowded place. He was here for one thing only—well someone...
August knew you would be here.
That is what he loves to believe—that he wasn't stalking or following you. He wasn't, He was protecting you. Protecting you in any way from the risks that this world might pose to you. He was aware that he had to keep his beautiful angel safe from harm.
Because if something were to happen to you at the hands of someone else, they would have seen the devil himself, only God knows. August would happily cover his hands in the blood of the person who had the audacity to harm what was rightfully his with a smile on his damn face.
His hand gestured gently to his pocket to feel for the pocket knife he always carried with him just in case someone ever tried anything with you. He knew no one would try to attack him because of his threatening build and hovering height.
And then, his eyes connected to your figure.
He felt a muscle in his jaw ticks from the scene that was happening in front of him. You were—drunkenly dancing—with another student of his from another class, Zayn.
August couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing. His face turned into a dark red and his knuckles turned white. The sudden sound of glass breaking caused him to step out of his trance and look down at his bloodied hand.
"Fuck." August whispers as his vision darkened at the sight of seeing the—used to be fixed—beer bottle now broken into little pieces in his hand. But, he could care less about his wound. What he really cared about was the anger that he had never felt when he watched you grind onto another man.
Another man who isn't him...
Jealousy hasn't been so clear before, but it was painted like a perfect picture on a canvas on August's face. His brows furrow when he could see Zayn forcefully pull you into a hallway where no one was in and that makes him stand up harshly.
He steps into the — lightly dimmed — hallway and hides behind a wall to observe what is happening. His nostrils flare with anger and envy coursing through his veins from the thought of you being with someone else. Someone who isn't him...
"C'mon, baby... stop being scared and let me touch you..." Zayn whispered drunkenly into your ear as his hands caressed your body. He had you pushed against the wall and even though you were drunk, you clearly didn't want this.
"Zayn, I-I don't want this." You muttered under your breath as you felt his slimy hands make their way under your shirt. You felt an uneasy feeling in your stomach from his touch.
You didn't like it.
You wanted this to stop. "Baby quit bitching and let your boyfriend fuck you," Zayn said with anger and impatience as you didn't let him touch you the way he wanted to. He could see that you were uncomfortable, but he didn't care.
Zayn always loved that feeling he had with you. The feeling of power. He had knowledge about how you're childhood was and why you're this naïve now — which is why he loves to take advantage of you. He loves having a sense of power over you.
But you were done with it.
"I said, stop!" You shout and roughly push Zayn off to get him far away as possible and march your way out of the exit with tears trying to fight their way to escape your eyes.
August's eyebrows lower as he sees you walk out and debates whether or not he should follow you, but he can't just let Zayn walk away feeling happy with himself. He couldn't let Zayn walk away freely after hurting his angel mentally and physically.
And with that, August steps out from behind the wall and marches his heavy feet towards Zayn whose brows furrow from seeing his professor. "Professor Walk-" His words are cut off when a straight punch connects to his jaw, sending him to the rough ground.
His face starts to get covered in crimson-red blood as August continues laying punch after punch onto this fuckers face for touching and disrespecting his sweet angel.
He was going to pay for what he did...
"If I ever hear you talk to y/n or touch him like that again, I will not hesitate to hurt you again. And so God help me, if I find out you were to hurt him again—" August lets out a low evil chuckle and lays another punch onto his broken rib. "I'll kill you with a smile on my face." He seethes through his teeth as he starts to stand up.
"F-Fuck you man!" Blood covers his ugly teeth and a smirk makes its way onto August face as Zayn coughed up more blood.
"Just know this, Zayn, and hear me clearly..." August reaches for the knife in his pocket and retracts it. He roughly injects the cold metal blade into Zayn's stomach and leans in toward his ear. He licked his soft pink lips before speaking.
"He's mine."
Zayn's brown eyes widen from the blood that was rushing out of his body. His skin turning pale, and his eyes fighting to stay open. His vision slowly turning black as the last thing he saw was August's dark shadow walk away from him. He was left there to die. Left alone.
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Darkness was all you could see.
The sound of crickets could be heard as you walked on the rough concrete with your arms crossed. The chilling breeze caused your body to shiver and bumps to grow on your skin.
Your thoughts were running wild as you walked to get back home. You couldn't believe what just happened. You actually stood up for yourself... sort of. The sudden sound of a loud honk and beaming lights came behind you and you started walking faster.
"No, no, no, no."
You whispered under your breath hoping the person in the jet-black car would just surpass you and not think to look back. That was until it stopped right by your side and the window rolled down and you felt your eyes widen from who you saw.
"Professor August?" You questioned the knowing face. Worry covered your professor's face as he observed the unsafe environment that you and he were currently in.
"y/n? What are you doing out here walking alone at this time? It's not safe." August said sternly with concern laced in his husky deep voice. You frown not wanting to tell him what happen, but he already knew. Hell.. he even dealt with the problem.
August could still see the way how your body didn't stand up straight, so he knew you were still drunk. "Get in, I'm taking you to my place." You were too drunk to even comprehend what he was really saying, so with that you got into his car and felt how soft the passenger seat was. His face was lightly lit up from the street lights and you couldn't help yourself but think how attractive August is. You feel your body grow with heat and your eyes widen slightly with the sinful forbidden thoughts that rush through your mind. 'Stop it y/n... he's your professor.' You thought to yourself as he drove to his apartment.
Now you were sitting on the end of his bed waiting for him to come back with a glass of water he said he would get. August let a gentle smile come onto his face at the thought of him taking care of you.
This is how it should be...
Him making sure you're safe, well-fed, cleaned, and loved. He needed to love on you like no one else could. He wanted to be yours as much as he wanted you to be his. He couldn't help the feeling of butterflies crawling their way into his stomach at the thought.
He brings the glass of water and lays it down gently on the desk. "Are you okay, angel?" August asked with a soft tone he would only use with you. You are so special to him and you don't even realize... Too blind to see the acts he has act upon for you to notice him.
He let out a soft breath as he looked down at you and saw an unfamiliar look in your (e/c) eyes. "Angel are you-" August's words were cut off when he felt a pair of lips connect with his. A bright pink shade reached his cheeks as you kissed him, and God did he love the feeling. The feeling of your soft lips on his...
He soon returned the passionate kiss and felt the butterflies he once felt, come rushing back in. Fuck he needed you so bad... Your tongues soon started to dance with each other—fighting for dominance. He backed away from the kiss to connect his lips to the soft skin of your body and gestured over every mark on your body.
"You're so beautiful..."
His tall muscular body leans in towards your ear, his hot breath exhaled towards your (s/c) skin which made unwanted goosebumps arrive. His next words left you to let out a soft whine escape your lips.
"I'm gonna fucking ruin you angel.."
August's words made a smile reach onto your face as you leaned back onto the silky sheets of the bed and reached your hands out for him to take. He threads his rough fingers into your soft-like ones and puts them over your head. He leans in for another kiss until you have to pull away—which causes a string of salvia to form—to catch the loss of breath.
Your body was in bliss as you felt nervous under his touch. His blue dilated eyes held nothing but lust and love. As you feel his hands gesture over your thighs, you look away but instantly feel a finger under your chin to reconnect your hungry gaze to his.
"Look me in my eyes as I fuck you, angel."
You swallow a growing lump in your throat and nod to the six-foot man's order. Without warning, you felt a soft pair of plump lips against your hole and your eyes widen from the euphoric feeling that made its way towards your stomach.
It was all happening so fast. Soft moans escape from your lips and your eyes roll to the back of your head as your toes curl. Your fingers thread through August's brown hair and you pull at it roughly which causes a muffled grunt to leave him.
The eye contact August was making was so real. His eyes filled with—nothing but lust and love— never stopped looking at you as he ate you out like you were his last meal. "Fuck, that feels so good!" You moaned out loud, not holding back any noises. Your body jolts up when you feel three fingers curl up inside of you and penetrate your hole roughly. Your cock leaking as you felt your orgasm rushing in already.
"Shit, I'm so close, keep going-" Your words were cut off when he yanks his fingers away from you to your wet tongue, leading them. As he forces you to suck on the fingers that are already within you, he inserts another finger. He moves them into scissor motions as he removes them from your lips to show how wet they have become.
"You're not gonna fucking cum till I say so, understand?" August growled out and all you could do was nod until you felt his thick cock push itself into you. Your eyes widen from the size of it and sweet moans escaped your lips.
"A-August..." You mumble a whisper as he thrusts deep inside of you over and over. You couldn't believe what was happening. This felt so... so real. August hands caressed your body, worshipping every part of it. Like the beauty you are. Your touch, your moans, your fucking sweet scent. August couldn't hold back any longer. He felt his cock twitch inside your pulsing hole—which signaled he was about to cum.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum! Cum with me, angel... cum with me like the good boy you are." He moaned out. The scratches that you caused on his back start to turn a dark shade of red and his eyes roll to the back of his head as he felt his sticky, white cum paint the inside of your walls— like a blank canvas waiting for its artist to perfect a masterpiece.
A masterpiece is what you are...
Letting out a huge sigh of relief, August pulls out of you and falls down onto the soft sheets. You fall onto his chest and lay a gentle kiss on his chest as you look up at him. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tight, as if you could disappear at any second.
He couldn't let that happen.
You were finally in his arms, exactly where he wanted you. The butterflies started to flutter once more as soon as he felt your presence next to him. You were, after all, his to hold, feed, care for, and protect—his beautiful forbidden obsession.
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
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Men who try to act hard outside and in the streets yet when they come home they be doing anything for my dick.
Even dressing up in skirts and thigh highs for me too fuck him grinding on my dick desperate for it . At this point his pussy is shaped to take my huge cock.
He waits ass up for me on our bed begging for me to take my fustration out on him and fill him up. I love hearing his whimpers as he makes himself cum on my cock so he can walk around with my cum inside him.
So it doesn't matter how tough he thinks he is around his friends he knows who he belongs too.
sukuna, itachi, gojo, eren - your faves <3
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Have you seen black clover? If so, do you think you could write about a quiet (Bottom) reader who's secretly freaky and yami figures it out? For example, He flirts with the reader, and the reader flirts back but 10x dirtier and catches yami off guard. It's so out of left field for the reader that he's into it. If not, then thays ok don't feel pressured too. :3
🍂┆ WHO’s gonna kiss the brown
🥥┆ haired girls ? — TV GIRL
FLIRT,,
Quiet!male reader,Yami x Reader,nsfw(a bit),under 17 dni,fem aligned dni(she/her,she/they..) gender fluid accept. Reader being really flirty,ooc Yami
riding,penetration,dacryphillia(?)
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You weren’t a lousy person,you were and always quiet.
You didn’t talk much,hearing the sound of your voice was rare.
You only speak when you feel like to,well some people wondered what your voice sounded like (specially Atsa)
But it doesn’t really matter,the Black Bulls didn’t mind not hearing your sweet voice of yours.
You loved quiet,you wish you were quiet all the times
Your relationship with Yami was quite special you guys get along without talking much,but he wish he could hear your voice more.
"Is your dad a terrorist ?because your a bomb" he said bluntly. You giggled making him irking was it that bad? He wasn’t a flirty,he don’t even noticed when he flirts but when he does it proposily it was something…
"My dad a terrorist ? But-wait I’ve got one"you took a deep breath to stop yourself from laughing,Yami was extremely irritated by you,waiting for your sentence "I swear to-" you interrupted him "Are you a motorbike ? Cause I’ll riding like a crazy." You teased you took his cigarettes and blew him smoke on his face.
Yami was taken off guard,did he find out you’re were freaky as hell and you fucking blew him smokes ? Yeah."Ahhh?" He was literally so shock,oh man,you aren’t going to walk today .
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You were sitting on Yami’s lap,you felt the tips of his dick in your hole. The taller man puts his hands on your waist and pushed you down,making your lips let a moan. You put your hand on your mouth to make the nose more quiet.
"I want your sweet whine." He demanded as you removed your hand, you placed a hand on his chest, holding him down as you takes him inside. Your hips move back and forth,your rising to match his rhythm.
He founded your prostate and you thrusted faster,feelin’ your prostate getting abuse by the thrusted,tears rolled down your eyes.
"Ahh.." you moaned,you’re eyes were puffy from your tears,you rolled your eyes. "Nhh.." you cummed on Yami’s chest but he didn’t came into you.
"You’re less quiet in bed you know" he teased "s-shut up.. and fuck me already..I im tired" you groaned and as laughed at your pathetic face.
(Request open!! I don’t like it tbh 😓😓)
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i’ve been drooling over the thought of paul again so here we go ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝
ftm!reader, arranged marriages but nothing bad, facefucking :3
the moment you two get engaged, paul’s all over you. he’s adored you for years on end, how could he not immediately latch on to you like he’ll never see you again??
he gives you all sorts of gifts — especially when he has to leave you for days on end. he has to make sure you know he loves you :(
and when you two are sleeping, paul sneaks into the bed and his body temperature is so high you don’t even need a blanket. he’ll wrap around you like a damn bear and if you ever try leaving the bed, he’s not gonna let you. he just knows, don’t ask how.
he loves doing things for you — goes out of his way to learn every little detail about you, learns how to do certain things, teaches himself all about you.
it’s always been about you.
so when you ask him what he wants in return, what he’d like you to do for him, he tries to tell you that it’s fine. he likes doing even the smallest tasks for you!
it ends up with you on your knees while paul’s a whining mess, hands gripping the sheets as he tries to quiet himself :((
“o-oh— shit. you keep doing that, ‘m not gonna hold back. y’know that pretty boy?”
paul’s voice is breathless as he speaks to you, hands in your hair and gripping as gently as he possibly can while you lick and suck at his fat cock.
it’s not nearly as bad as your fiancé tried to make it out to be. you certainly don’t seem to mind.
letting out a hum, you suck a little bit harder and hollow out your cheeks — it makes him shudder and moan, his hand tugging a little bit harder as his hips buck.
yeah. you can get used to giving him some things in return for all the nice things he does for you.
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My Batfamily universe is 100% stolen from Incorrectbatfam's universe. The whole "if the batfam are in 2024 then Bruce was born in 1979 and so on" and so forth.
And because im self centred my "oc/mc/inserted reader character" is 100% a black y2k bby.
100% an IT girl (or boy).
100% the one with the most followers across all social media platforms.
im reblogging the post i got this from and 100% gonna start on this.
btw mc is for sure born in 2000. cuz we dont fuck 19somethingsomething around these parts.
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♠︎Sanji x (black) male reader(sfw?)
♠︎Genre: Lemon(no pun intended)
♠︎Warning(s): Marking, jealously, slight possessiveness, power bottom reader mentioned(?)
♠︎A/n: thanks to such a kid friendly app for this idea
"Fuck..(m/n)- your biting down to hard c-calm down a bit yeah?" You looked up at Sanji, giving him a small glare before going back down to nipping and sucking at his collar bone.
"Why are you- ngh- doing this all of a sudden dear? Something I miss?" You didn't answer him, but continuing your action only moving from the collar bone to the side of his neck, starting to fill it up with red love brusies almost everywhere.
The sound of Sanji's small whimpers filled your ears, boosting your ego even more. Your hands making way to the buttons of his shirt slowly popping them off till hands grabbed your wrist making you stop.
"Okok, hold on your driving me crazy here, what's happening here? Everything alright?" A scoff left your mouth as you roll your eyes giving Sanji and annoyed look.
"You were around that bitch.." You mumbled under your breath but it was loud enough for Sanji to hear. "What? The hell are you talking about, who?"
"Nami." For a moment it was silent till you heard a small chuckle, which then turned into a laugh in which he started cackling his ass off making you pissed.
"The hell are you laughin' for bastard! I'm serious!" His laughing calmed down as he gave you a semi-serious look.
"So you were jealous?" "Shut up! I wasn't jealous!" Sanji's laugh once again started ending as quickly as it came when you laid him down on his back fully climbing a top of him, slightly grinding on him.
"I'm not sure why your laughing, something funny?" A groan left his lips feeling you buck into him repeatedly.
"W-wait a second (m/n), we can do this but be gentle with me?" A chuckle left your lips "Gentle? What makes you think i'll be gentle? I'll ride ya till you break Vinsmoke."
-♠︎I feel as if I'm the only one who believes in Subtop Sanji- @gaybitchfx @rome-alone @bloodyfennec @lostsomewhereinthegarden
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𝓢𝓹𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻-𝓹𝓾𝓷𝓴(𝓗𝓸𝓫𝓲𝓮) 𝔁 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓜! 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻
𝙒𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙙𝙖𝙮
A/N:I’ve came over my hiatus and recently watched the new spider verse movie and I really liked Hobie and putting him with a Black M reader makes me so happy
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You knew that Hobie was spider-punk so him coming home late or bruised up wasn’t no surprised.Each time he’d come home you’d take care of his wounds or fix up his suit if it had any rips in it.During the day Hobie would stop by you two shared apartment rather it was to tell you silly little jokes or grab a snack to eat.He really didn’t care, he would sometimes even ditch fights because ‘he got hungry and needed a snack’.As a normal boyfriend reaction you did sometimes worry for him that was basically your job.No villain out there was going to be nice to a spider-man no matter who it was.It didn’t help that Hobie sometimes liked to pick with his enemies when fighting them.
The time was approaching 10 o’clock and you were on the couch falling asleep to a movie before you heard the window open.Why didn’t he just use the door? You instantly woke up as your boyfriend entered taking off his mask,”What a pain! Another rip and it’s right on my arse!” he exclaimed turning around as you saw the rip and covered your mouth.You didn’t want to burst out laughing but the little guitars on his underwear made it a bit hard,”I’ll fix that for you.” you said as you removed your hand clearing your throat.Hobie obviously sensed your laughter and hummed as he walked to your room to change.
He had returned 15 minutes later with shampoo and conditioner in his hand,”Alright Y/N you know what time it is.” you looked over and groaned moving from your position on the couch.Every twice a month Hobie would help you wash and style your hair as you would do it him.You say the remote down as you walked over to him where the two of you walked into the bathroom and he turned the shower on.You crouched down as you put your head under the water and Hobie grabbed the shower head wetting your hair,”The day I had at work was utterly unbelievable!” he said as he moved the hand through your hair, the water helped define your 4() hair.As he was talking it seemed he lost focus water sliding into your eyes,”Hobie!” you yelled out wiping the water from your eyes and he only paused wearing a cheeky smile,”Sorry luv.”
He finished without getting any shampoo and conditioner in your eyes and you were now sitting in between his legs as he sat in the couch.He put your hair into four sections before turning on the blow dryer.You watched the tv as Hobie combed through your hair and you winced a bit each time a knot stopped the comb from going through completely.Many ow’s and that hurt later Hobie finally put your hair into cornrows before covering it with a durag,”There you go luv!” he said as the two of you looked in the mirror and he pressed a kiss against your temple,”I still have a mild headache…” you laughed.
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♡︎ you can call me zikky or any pet names if you prefer. I’m black and Jamaican— pronouns are he/him/they/them/theirs i’m transgender and bisexual !!
(REMAKE.)
⊹ FANDOMS ⊹
ও jjk (satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji zen’in, yuta okkutsu, kenjaku as geto, ryomen sukuna, masamichi yaga, kiyotaka ijichi, toge inumaki, aoi todo)
ꔛ csm (denji, aki hayakawa, kishibe, hirofumi yoshida, young kishibe)
✧ hazbin hotel (alastor, lucifer, angel dust, husk, sir pentious, vox.)
✦ astv (miles 42, hobie, miguel o’hara, spider noir)
⊹ demon slayer (tanjiro kamado, kyojuro rengoku, inosuke hashibara, sanemi shinazugawa, tengen uzui, giyu tomioka, obanai iguro, gyomei himejima, kokushibo, muzan kibutsuji, akaza, kagaya ubuyashiki, doma, gyutaro)
★ kpop groups (stray kids n SEVENTEEN)
(such little fandoms ik!! i don’t watch a lot of things/remember what i watch , sorry !!)
⊹ DNI LIST ⊹
-homophobes, transphobes, racists, antisemitics, zionists, trolls, isnotreal supporters, dsmp stans/fans, female readers (this includes SHE/THEY, SHE/HER, SHE/XE/THEY, etc.), people who sexualize itadori, sexists, pedophiles, rapists, sex offenders.
⊹ i WILL write
black male reader
feminine t!m/m reader chubby black male reader
trans black male reader
trans chubby black male reader
pre top surgery black male reader
pre top surgery chubby black male reader
pre bottom surgery black male reader
pre bottom surgery chubby black male reader
male reader
chubby male reader
Pre top surgery male reader
pre top surgery chubby male reader
pre bottom surgery male reader
pre bottom surgery chubby male reader
submissive t!m/m reader
switch t!m/m reader
feminine t!m/m reader
any kink besides body fluid ones and foot fetish
gay t!m/m reader
sugar daddy x sugar bby trope
any trope really except for those cringe ones like golden retriever x black cat idk those are just.. uhm. like just say introverted x extroverted trope if you really want that one!! (My op sorry.)
pet names , i love them. Except for those really.. cringe ones like "my little sugar waffle! " stop it. I will use different language ones too depending on the characters nationality.
fluff
smut
“ crack “
t!m/m reader with a core/style (any types of cores like aaliyah core for ex).
WILL NOT WRITE ⊹
any kink involving body fluids or foot fetish.
HEAVY angst (r@pe, HEAVY abuse, etc.)
m preg. Like i'll do the getting cummed inside of part but not the giving birth.. having kids.. like no sorry!! ( it makes me uncomfortable. )
mahito.
aged up characters
minors
fem readers (you guys tons of stories you'll be ok twin.)
✧ Thats it really i'll probs add more tho !!
⊹ i write in lowercase on purpose !! and sometimes space my punctuation (like this !! or this , or this . but i rarely space the period.)⊹
☆ if you’re black reader please inform about ur hairstyle/texture !! i don’t wanna accidentally just use the wrong hair texture/hair styler for you 💓.
request status: open ! ⊹
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✭ ✭ ✭ 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐍 ✭ ✭ ✭ ft. spider-plush, miles, gwen, pavitr, hobie
summary. 5 idiots in a court room
warning(s). He/Him pronouns, foul language
a/n. A lot of ppl liked my last post, so here’s part 2!
“Order in the court!”
The judge, or Gwen, yelled. Banging the wooden mallet on the bench. She cleared her throat before looking at the crowd. Pavitr, Y/n, and Spider-Plush on one side, while Hobie and Miles on the opposing “You can all probably guess why you are all here…?” The chirps of a cricket bounced off the empty courtroom walls, “Okay, we are gathered here for the trial of Spider-Plush, or whatever, I have no idea how court works.” Gwen mumbled, fidgeting with her papers. Hobie nodded, and Miles coughed awkwardly, “Speaking nothin but the truth…” Hobie whispered, with a slight smirk. Gwen snapped her neck in his direction, sending the punk a playful glare. The blonde sighed, “Anyways..”
“HE’S GUILTY, ARREST HIM!”
“Arrest?”
“First off, don’t interrupt the judge. Second, we don’t have the budget for handcuffs that’d keep Hobie contained.”
“Got that right.”
“Y/n no one saw this ‘criminal act’ but you. We don’t even have enough evidence for a court case.”
“I AM A WITNESS!”
“Ok…Pav, maybe we should stay outta this one.”
“HE IS MY CLIENT, I WILL NOT STAY OUT OF THIS”
“YEAH MORALES, STOP HARASSING MY LAWYER”
“HARRASING??”
“wow.”
“We should all calm down.”
“DON’T TELL ME TO CLAM DOWN!”
“YEAH, DON’T TELL MY CLIENT TO CALM DOWN!”
“Come on Pav, we’re leaving!”
Y/n rose from his seat, stopping near Miles. His gaze fixed upon his boyfriend, a stern expression etched across his face. "Morales," Y/n's voice carried a note of seriousness. Miles met his gaze, a mix of apprehension and curiosity in his eyes. "L/n," Miles responded, mirroring the intensity of Y/n's stare. “The child support?” His face contorted into fear “I….forgot?” It sounded more like a question than an answer, but that didn’t stop Y/n from expressing his displeasure. But, his demeanor quickly changed.
“Y’all hungry?”
“Yeah, I could eat”
“Sure! Being a heartless lawyer is hard work”
“As long as I’m not payin”
“When have you ever paid?”
“I don’t believe in givin those big companies money, it’s all goin to waste anyways”
“Ugh, don’t get him started on another rant!”
“Like it or not, you’re gonna need it”
“Yeah, cause beating the shit outta cops is gonna get me into college.”
“It’s gonna get you somewhere alright…”
“Yeah, jail!”
“Alrigh’ stop this slander!”
As the group walked away, their voices gradually fading into the distance, Miles stood there, a smile playing on his lips. He couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and contentment as he watched his friends. But the fleeting moment of solitude was soon interrupted by a surge of excitement, urging Miles to catch up with the others. Without hesitation, he dashed forward, his footsteps quickening as he eagerly joined his friends.
“So, what we eatin?”
“Whatever Y/n wants”
“I’m bringing Margo next time, y’all bitches are lame.”
“HEY!”
“Woah. Couldn’t even wait until we got off government grounds to start cursing?”
“I taught ‘em well.”
“Except you Pav, best lawyer man!”
“Yay! :D”
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rengoku would try his absolute best to be the most amazing husband in the world for you ! i mean he isn’t the best but he tries and that’s all that matters to you. he’s so adorable.
there are times where he needs help because he isn’t use to being a good husband , but he does have a prime example of how not to act because of how his father use to treat him.
he is autistic coded ! so take your time with him when it comes to teaching him how to cook and care for the home you’ve built , certain things aren’t his strong suit so you would face to help.
but imagine coming home from a long mission , stripping yourself of yourself if your haori and sword. rengoku would be waiting , that big smile painting his face and his pretty eyes wide while he patiently sat in the garden , minding his own.
he would feel your presence , the happiness rolling off of you in waves. you were home. content with sitting your home garden , talking about your day until he pulls you inside for dinner.
it’s chaos but it gets done. you two don’t live far away from kyojuro so senjuro stops by and has dinner with you two as well , he loves that you take good care of his older brother. you even let him spend the night because he’s just adorable.
you treat senjuro as if he’s your own and kyojuro loves that. i just know he would be an amazing husband to you , he’s already a sweetheart.
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FUCK IT, im opening requests for mortal kombat, invincible, all 3 seasons of the boys, and gen v 😝☝🏾
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Anything? ||
pairing: miguel o'hara X top reader
warning: stepdad, titty fucking, cum dumpster, not a fic
Different version of Stepdad Miguel.
Miguel being so desperate for his stepson to like him he'll do 'anything'. Even if that includes becoming a personal cum dumpster for him.
That's his one flaw he wants to get along with his husband's son so bad that he doesn't resist when he gets titty fucked.
Nor when he gets spit roasted with his stepsons friends and especially not when he's being used with no regard and squirting on your cock.
Your dad has never made him feel that good.
Now he's gotten addicted to you and your cock and its all your fault.
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Haikyuu x Cat!male!reader
description: which,a cat human,[M/N] tries to forget his human past as a cat but it’s isn’t it's not easy as he thought
remember : this story implied male reader and I’m really strict about a fem aligned about reading it you can read it just don’t fetishized it please there’s no nsfw bcs the character aren’t adults so minor are accepted.
KITTY; 01
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You had 2 owners, one is named Kuroo and the other Kenma.
Kuroo is the one who adopted him alone on a desolate street
Kenma sometimes visited you because you lived with Kuroo. Now you've been living with him for about 2 years, you've gotten used to seeing him leave first thing in the morning to go to class.
You decide to go to his room and the first thing you notice is his volleyball, do you remember seeing her playing with Kenma, won't it do any harm if you try to copy their actions?
You transform into a human and take the ball in your hands, at first you didn't understand the basics so you forced yourself to watch tutorials on the computer.
It's 1:30 p.m. you went to eat for your lunch break, you picked up the ball and started playing again for hours but you forgot that your owner came back around 8 p.m. and you made a mess of the house
The door opened, Kuroo was the first to notice he had his mouth open when he noticed you he exclaimed
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU ??" He enters the house and looks around to find his cat.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY CAT? ARE YOU AN ANIMAL KIDNAPER?? A THIE-” he noticed that you had cat ears and a tail.
“…” He looked you straight in the eyes you didn’t know what to say the room became silent before Kenma arrived.
“I didn’t know you had a b-” Kenma started to say appearing from behind making Kuroo jolt. Kuroo cut him off “I DON’T HAVE A BOYFRIEND."
🧚♂️
“Are you trying to tell me you’re my cat, Kitty?” You were sitting on the couch talking everyone thought you were crazy in this room.
Oh yes, you forgot that they called you 'Kitty' because of Hello Kitty and the lack of originality.
You sigh trying to find your words “Touch my ear” The 2 boys raised their eyebrows Kuroo took your ear and pulled it very hard, he could tear it off you cried out in pain.
“I SAID TOUCH NOT PULL.” “YOU NEVER KNOW OK!!” he shouted back. Kenma was massaging his tampons because they were screaming so loudly.
“See I’m real!” You said letting a sigh escape your mouth you didn't know why but you couldn't transform yourself maybe from one to stress or something else probably.
You closed your eyes trying to concentrate, you took deep breaths and relaxed your shoulders. A few seconds passed and you became a cat again, you meowed. Kuroo & Kenma look at you in pure shock.
“Now I believe you it wasn’t so hard to do that” said the boy you gave him a glare,a death glare.
🐱
You turned back into a human to talk to them, you sighed “Calling me [M/N] is better than Kitty” you said, scratching the back of your head.
“Why was Kitty a good first name?” Complains Kuroo “It was shitty and no originality 😐” said Kenma “hey! I had no idea ok?☹️”.
“Actually, if you went to high school, that would be great, wouldn’t it?” “Yeah..” Kenma replied with his eyes on his console.
Kuroo smirked, imagining scenarios where you were in high school “ you should hide your tail and your ears” you nodded Kuroo already had an idea in mind.
"But how old are you? In your human form ig" Kenma asked curiosily if you didn’t mind "I’m 16 years I think I should be in second year" Kenma nodded
“Ah! I almost forgot, [M/N]” a warm smile appeared on his face before disappearing “you clean the house 😘". You sighed
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shout out to @ryanninc <3
BOOTHILL X FTM BLK READER !!
{handjobs(b!receiving) , blowjobs(b!receiving), bondage, denial of orgasm, overstimulation}
“c’mon…sweetness..” he slurs out as boot bucks his hips up into your mouth, you hum in acknowledgment. The poor boy needing more than what you’re giving him, his hands are tied up with a dark red rope that compliment his skin tone. his accent dripping out more and more as you abruptly stop sucking his dick, he groans in frustration, you would get him to the peak and then stop, you been doing this for hours.
“please…mmf i..ne-.”he was cut off by you grabbing his cock roughly, the beads of precum running down your hands as you look him in his eyes, you kiss him. The wet sounds of spit, precum ring in your ears as y’all makeout.
He finally cums for the first time but it’s all over your face :( it’s ok the boy couldn’t help it, your hands and mouth did a number on his brain, he can’t think straight! he feels the wetness of your pussy on his leg and that’s all he can think about he wants to move his leg to pleasure you but you already put your mouth back on his dick! “mmmf..fuck…hon’…” his southern accent slipping out like honey.
He cums in your throat, you swallow it ! He doesn’t know what to do with you! Everything about you makes him sensitive the way your wetness is dripping all down his legs like a dog in heat. It’s not fair is it? Your poor boy! it’s ok you make him cum all night long, he’s well taken care of<3.
first time writing :3 hope u enjoy
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