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wolfytoothy · 6 months

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Over worked

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It was late at night and you had just got done with your homework. You took a nice hot shower, brushed your teeth, did your whole night routine and just got in bed. You laid on the soft sheets beneath you and turned on your Tv, Pulling up one piece immediately. You had a really rough day, matter fact ,a rough week. You had 3 jobs and on top of that kinda sorta a vigilante. had just gotten back home like an hour ago.

Thank god it was a friday now though. You layed in bed watching Beauty and the beast. You were about to fall asleep till you were brought back from reality by a hard knock at your window. You instantly knew it was Miles. He seemed to not know how to use a damn door but anyways.

You rolled out of bed and opened the window. “What do you want, Morales.” you said trying to rub the tired out of your eyes. Miles climbed through the window looking somewhat pissed off. “What you mean, ‘what I’m doing’, I’m making sure you ight’ “ he said, embracing you into a hug. You wrapped his arms around his neck and answered halfway awake. “Why wouldn't I be okay” you asked in a miles shirt.

You took a deep breath into his shirt and let his cologne intoxicate your nostrils. You loved his smell. “Because no one has even seen you, has got in contact with you all week, and if they have, they all said you were being rude to em.”Miles said. “What were you doing?” he asked, pulling away from you and taking a good look at the bags under your eyes and the tired smile you gave him. "And whens the last time you slept ma"

It took you a while to process all of that. Your eyes tried to flutter open but you miserably failed. Your heavy eyelids drooped, compelling you from looking at anything. Use the rest of your energy to answer. You swayed back and forth slightly only miles keeping you on your feet. “I um, on monday I had… um, test. Yea test all day. The next day and from the week forward, I had to do my drivers test, then get groceries for the dorm, had to do drill practice for the parade… then… then… shit uhhh. Oh yea um, I had to do more practice ... .but that was the major shi. Then….” you trailed off as you shacked you head trying to think.

Miles insisted your answer. He took note of your state and felt a little bad. "It's okay, you don't gotta tell me every thing, i can see your struggling" he reassured. "No,no,no. I'll be telling you. But today woke up at 4 in the morning to collect my jlc suit, then had to fix my mask. Then your mask. Then when it was time for school, did all that, then did drill and raider practice came home, had to by Christmas decorations and Halloween decorations, then me and my parents when to look for cars for me. We're going back tomorrow, you know i might get a motorcycle or a car, maybe both, and went on patrol catched a guy gave him to kingpin and yeaaa, did all that in once dayyy. So proud. Oh and the last time I slept was on Tuesday" you said

"Its friday!"

"Exactly.There's more but…"you trailed off again, try to gather more energy. "And I made $55,227 this week." You smiled.

You felt like you looked normal but really from miles pointed of view you looked like you just got done smoking crack, had 5 shots of rum, and just got hit by a bus. Your room was a mess and there were papers everywhere. Even your suit was out in the open.You only had your shorts on with a blue tank top. You still had your necklace on and all your jewelry. Witch miles knew you always take off. Miles took a good look at you room then back at you.

You stoped swaying for a second then he took the opportunity to cup your face. He let his thumbs lightly gaze over your eye bags. "You work to hard mami" Miles said. You nodded and put your head against his chest. "And I got shit to do tomorrow", "Okay you know what" miles started and picked you up. He layed you down on the bed and took your necklace off, including all of your jewelry. He placed them on the little night stand next to your bed.

He then proceeded to clean your whole room. Organized it as well. Hid all your gear, and even washed some of your clothes. You woke up 3 hours later feeling so far well rested. Miles caught this and threw a pillow on the bed. "What's your schedule mami" Miles asked sitting on the edge of the bed

"I got to finish fixing my helmet," you started.

"I already did,what else",

"Got a doctor's appointment at 7, then I gotta go look for my new car with my parents",

"they got a busy schedule as well?",

"yea",

"Okay, I'll be going with you, what else",

"I hot to go into work",

"which on?",

" the tattoo artist Job",

"call in sick. What else",

"gotta do more shopping but for the house, then go on patrol then baby sit my baby cousin for the rest of my day" you finished.

"I'll be with you all day. Now go back to sleep. Love you" miles said kissing you on the forehead.

"Love you to papa"

#earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales #E.42 Miles morales #earth 42 miles #Vigilante reader

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badchoicesworld · 9 months

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hello there! i just found your blog and i love your writing for hobie, so i’d like to request another thing for him.

would you mind doing something about a transmasc vigilante reader who tags along with hobie on patrols and late night hangouts? hobie and the reader could diy their own costumes together :) maybe reader is black cat, another spiderperson, or whatever you want to come up with. thanks in advance, and i’ll probably request again soon!

hobie brown with a transgender, vigilante reader (ftm)

RAAHH thank you so much :]

i chose for the reader to be another spidersona, probably anarchist and super cool, hope this is okay! let me know if not

warnings: unsafe binding (there’s a warning ahead)

pairing: hobie brown x transmasc!reader

requests: open ! PLEASE

★⋆ ⋆☆⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆☆⋆⋆★✧

for you and hobie to get along so well and hang out outside of missions n such, i imagine you’re a spider-man who rejected miguel’s “invitation” to spider society. this is what might have led to you becoming a vigilante who’s occasionally recruited by spider society after some begging- or you’ve just been a vigilante from day one in your dimension.

but ! who’s likely to notice such a person? hobie, obviously. you two become menaces and no one looks forward to being in a room with you. hobie destroys their faith in the constitution while you’re reinforcing everything

during missions, you make a hell of a team ! there’s somehow this real nonchalant feeling to the atmosphere even if you’re punching down baddies

banter, plenty of it back and forth while swinging about and fighting for ur life

probably makes fun of your form or something playfully, makes a comment or two about a punch you’ve thrown “you call tha’ a punch?” “Naaah, nahnahnahnahnah. watch this,” probably does worse let’s be honest, throws the dirties punch known to man but it does the trick

you’re more stealth while hobie’s way more out there, style n all that

hobie dropping in on some operation to take down the big baddies while shredding away at his electric guitar, meanwhile he’s able to see you picking off people from vantage points

whenever you’ve gotta wait about for some patrols or just observe for a night, you two will find some sorta rooftop to perch on top of and patrol from there. but the view kills

you two probably have a sort of routine: completing missions together for the spider society, hobie then tags along for some vigilante work, then you both kick back at his place once the days come to an end

chill night consists of hobie subconsciously strumming at a note occasionally on his guitar while you talk about whatever together

a lot of complaining about the institution, probably how much miguel fucking sucks

depending on ur current situation with transitioning, given that hobie knows, mans is probably the most supportive person you’ll meet

hobie lives in a society that he actively chooses to protect despite being apart of the margin of people that are still severely oppressed to terrible degrees, be it for his race or how he chooses to express himself (in my head, hobie’s also a boy kisser). so i think that he has a certain passion for protecting those minority groups. you, as a trans man, sometimes get the hobie brown special treatment.

let’s you crash at his place whenever you need it, let’s you borrow his clothes n shit if they help you feel more masculine, will give you tips n tricks that either he uses or has heard work great for presenting masculine

does your makeup if you want it, like making your face look more chisel, fake facial hair or brows more blocky- that kinda shit.

if you’re yet to go through the execution process (top surgery), hobie’s ur guy (a terrible terrible influence)

if you have a binder, good for you- hobie is going to find it and customise it for you because he’s hilarious

probably does some like web stitching into it, lil embroidered parts that match his pins or something like “hobie was here” in his clapped handwriting

this isn’t anything new, you two have this little game going on where you just steal and tag each others things for shits and giggles. his best work? punk-ifying your binders with those like spikes he has on his jackets shoulder pads

firm believer in trans men being shirtless in a binder is normalising something that should’ve been from the beginning- probably also marched a free the titties campaign for all body types and identities cause they aren’t inherently sexual and shouldn’t be (if cis men can, why can’t cis women, y’know?)

if he accidentally damages your shit he’ll either fix or replace it, maybe even make something to compensate

or it becomes part of the fit

these lil things have helped personalise your things greatly- there’s nice little details all over that make you both crack smiles

makes sure that throughout missions you’re good if you’re binding, which he honestly just doesn’t dictate. won’t be the type to tell you off for wearing it too long or during missions, it’s not your fault that you’re just doing what makes you feel more like yourself

instead just makes sure that you’re well rested after the missions over and does things for you so you don’t strain

(DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME. I WILL FIND YOU.)

if by some unfortunate twist of fate you don’t have a binder, hobie will probably diy you one. argues that they can be mass produced by corporations, why can’t he make one by hand? just one more win for the anarchists

diy binders are dangerous, especially if they’re not made right. i’d like to think hobie would try his best, but i imagine he doesn’t have access to the right materials

in this case, he probably rips apart his shit trying to find the right elastic cloths for your safety

that, or he makes a makeshift binders just a bit looser than it should be to reduce the risk of hurting you.

absolute worst case scenario ? could honestly fashion something out of webs (i have a spidersona that does this) mans a genius, he’ll figure something out

positive ? binder looks sick since he makes it

(ok ur safe, continue)

if you’ve got top surgery, good for u, hobie will have ur head if you don’t take the appropriate recovery time

if you are involved with spider society, he either takes your missions for you or absolutely terrorises miguel into not giving you any

you think it’s just a subconscious, casual thing that hobie does but he always manages to slip a “lad” “boy” “man” into his sentences whenever speaking to or about you. gender affirmations innit

that being said, hobie views you as a man wholeheartedly

hobie’s into physical touch so probably got an arm slung around your shoulder, tons of playfully nudges whenever he sees fit (often)

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i also wanna stress rq that the way i portray hobie; he’s so incredibly supportive, hype man, but he’s not this sunshine and rainbows thing i’ve seen some people portray him as

he’s laid back, nonchalant but can get excited (like w the whole “miles my guy” scene where he’s so hype)

thinks/knows he’s hot shit but it doesn’t make him arrogant. man just knows what he’s capable of and gets to be laid back thanks to it

#across the spiderverse #headcanon #imagine #male reader #oneshot #spider man: across the spider verse #ask #fluff #hobie brown #request #hobie brown x reader #transmasc #hobie brown x transmasc!reader #transgender reader #transgender #ftm #vigilante reader #hobie brown x vigilante reader #hobie brown x male reader

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mhathotfic · 6 days

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Bakugou trying to act big and tough and intimidating with a vigilante he’s had a fling with because he’s legally supposed to arrest her and there’s too many other heroes to not do so.

“You've begged me to sit on your face before, it's kinda hard to take the mean act seriously…”

She takes the opportunity to run when he turned his attention to his friends/coworkers to yell at them to stop laughing

#bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #vigilante reader

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venuscrashed · 8 months

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Together - Spider-Noir x Vigilante!Male Reader

For all the Spider Noir lovers and my non minor readers

Spider-Noir x Morally Grey reader

Spider noir was the “hero” compared to you. He fought for his beliefs and had the better morals. He fought for the people.

You fought for yourself. The selfish, unaware vigilante. The one the police would rather capture so you can get off the streets. Although you just did Justice for the city and left without acknowledging it, causing the news to claim it as your game. You would kill if it came down to it, you were the “villain” compared to him.

Society put you two in your respective boxes. Unknowingly they made it interesting for the both of you. It started off as a favor for the police out of boredom but be soon fell for you. The game of cat and mouse soon turned to a sick twisted game. You would take his enemies from him, and leave right when he got there causing him to get the credit.

He did his research, attempting to find you. He would patrol a bit longer to see if he could find you. He would hang around your spots to catch a glimpse of you in action. He would monologue and stand in the rain thinking about you. He didn’t know if it was the thought of you or you yourself that drove him to insanity or love.

All his questions would be answered if he got to you. Maybe that’s why you were trapped on the building with him. He wasn’t going to let you become the villain anymore. He was going to bring Justice to you and your name. He could be the villain.

You stood on the roof staring down at the city bellow you. War raged on and people struggled along the streets, begging for a life. You would let people do what they needed to do but the minute something was illegal you would step in.

Noir was patrolling, looking for some Nazis to punch. He saw you and knew that he needed to seize the moment. He swung towards the roof and landed lightly. Walking towards you his spider senses went off, you anticipated his arrival. A piece of wire went across the roof with some contraption coded to go off.

“If you wanted a normal conversation you could have gone up to me,” you turned around and walked towards him.

“I don’t know who you are,” he stood up straighter. Ignoring his spider senses that something wasn’t right. The city was filled with crime the police can handle it without him for five minutes, hopefully.

“No,” you smirked through your man. “But I know who you are.”

His breathe hitched with his whole body tensing. He stepped back a bit before regaining his composure. He noticed your confused body behavior before placing a hand out to you.

“I thing to dancers should know their partners names. Why don’t you tell me yours.”

You laughed before grabbing his hand and shaking it. “Nope.”

He jumped over the wire and wrapped and arm around your shoulders. He walked you both to the ledge and grabbed a cigarette.

You watch as his mask was lifted and the cigarette sat in his mouth. He lit it before puffing smoke out. He looked down at the people and crime ridden city. For a couple of moments you two stood there, watching as life went on.

Once he finished his cigarette he dropped it and put it. “The paper puts you on the same levels of the Nazis. Why don’t you take credit for you achievements. I never seen a boxer win a match and not yell at the top of his lungs.”

“Maybe some people don’t want to be know by everyone.”

“Like a flapper girl and her stage name.”

“What,” you snorted.

You two looked at each other before he grabbed you again. His arm went around your waist as he stared into your eyes. “Hold on. This may be a gas. So new yelling like this is your fathers car going over 80.”

Before you could ask he aimed his arm towards a building and jumped off. “Wait Noir! I’m not ready,” you screamed as he swung from building to building.

The wind pushed against you as your guys speed went up. He swung faster all while acting cool while his webs slowly ran out. He had no idea where he was taking you, all he knew was that he enjoyed the thrill.

You two sat above the city on the tallest sky scraper you can find. Your head rested on his shoulder as you two talked about the superhero world. Noir went on about the life he would want after the war, and the time he had before it.

You would hum in response before grabbing his wrist. He watched as you sat up and held his hand close towards yours.

“Let’s make a promise.”

Noir looked at you, his gaze falling towards your exposed lips then going to your eyes like it didn’t just happen. “What?”

You sucked in some air before lowly stating your thoughts. “When all of this is over we rule the world.”

He smiled softly and left your declaration in the air. His pinky went towards yours and softly wrapped around it. He softly said one word, “Together?”

Your pinky wrapped around his, “Together.”

#x male reader #x male y/n #spider noir x male reader #spider verse x male reader #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spider verse spoilers #spider verse x reader #spider noir x reader #x ftm reader #vigilante reader #vigilante male reader #venuscrashed

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chaoticallyfragmentary · 1 year

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Dabi x Reader

Contains Dabi and reader as lovers, a Dabi who is kind of capable of emotional intelligence and articulation. A little bit of angst, the we’ll die in a couple days so let me show you how much I love you one last time kind. Lots of fluff and feels and descriptions of sex, nothing too explicit. As usual, do not read if it makes you uncomfortable. Just some Dabi lovin’, the sweet and sad kind where reader and him are a great big tragedy. It’s not so sad as all that I hope, so enjoy.

Dabi wore his mask well, but it had developed cracks. Tiny fissures spiderwebbing across what had once been an impenetrable surface.

“Don’t be upset doll.”

“Excellent opener, Dabi. I’m feeling so at ease right now.” You look up from the plans, brows lifted, waiting for whatever would upset you.

“I-I want you to know--” Dabi takes a deep breath and gives you a small, sad smile. “All my life, I’ve been ravaged by longing, shredded by grief and held together by rage. The only thing—the only thing that made any of it bearable was you princess.”

“Wait, t-that s-s-sounds like a goodbye Dabi, a-are you saying goodbye?” you demand, though it comes out more like a plea, voice thick with the lump in your throat.

“Gods no doll, I-I just want you to know that I would not have known a hint of relief, or a slice of joy, if I did not have the pleasure of knowing you” he croaks.

You feel dangerously close to tears, eyes prickling with heat but you don’t want to cry, not wasting a second in mourning what you haven’t lost yet. You’ll do it later, alone, when if there is a reason to.

But right now, Touya is here. He is still here and you love him dearly, dreadfully and with a defiance that makes your heart sing, a love so deep for what you cannot keep but oh god, do you want to, dance by the firelight with him, cook with him and fold laundry with him, live a modest life with him, almost mundane in its simplicity. Quiet and safe, walls stained with the happiness of a life well lived, vision tinted golden.

In another life maybe, but in this one, you are a great big tragedy and you don’t want to say goodbye.

Just not yet.

Gods, please not yet.

“Don’t cry doll” he breathes out, cradling your face, mumbling reassurances or pleas, you didn’t know, thumbs swiping away your tears with a tenderness so uncharacteristic, it sends a fresh wave right down your cheeks. “I mean, you are completely breaking my heart right now and admittedly, what little of it exists is yours and you can do with it what you want but doll,” he huffs out a weak laugh when you muster up the strength to glare at him. Dabi is undoubtedly frazzled, borderline desperate and it is oddly cute, a word you’ve never associated with him.

You start crawling right into his lap, settling down on his thighs as he continues to stroke your cheeks, instinctively wrapping his other arm around your waist. He kisses you on the forehead, just a peck, barely there and proceeds to do just the same on your nose, your cheeks, the corner of your mouth and starts nibbling on your ears and you start smiling, giggling along helplessly and Dabi smiles, and it strikes you that it was a smile of being known, all bright and bold and beautiful.

“Mine, princess. All mine.” You shouldn’t be so enticed by the idea of belonging to anyone, much less a wanted villain considering your position, but every single time Dabi claims you as his, a thrill shoots down your spine. Considering the way he repeats himself, something heady and possessive about his tone, you guess he’s figured it out already.

“And I’m yours, all yours princess,” he says, like it is resolute and set in stone, indisputable and you cannot be blamed for losing your breath when he says it like that. Like he is yours to claim and possess. It terrifies you, in the best way possible as Dabi finally kisses you, with a gentleness bordering on devotion, making a quiet sound into your kiss as you snatch a little frantically at that stupid black coat of his, trying to paw it off. He backs off enough with breathless laughter as you finally peel him out of that coat and launch it across the room, hitting Twice, probably as he backs off, hands raised in a gesture of surrender.

He groans as you slide your hands down his chest, bringing one of his nipples into your mouth as he blows out a deep breath, his grip on your ass almost bruising. “Doll, princess, please,” he keens, pleading, hands trembling with the effort it took to hold still. He looks so embarrassed it’s almost painful as you toy with his other nipple.

“Okay, enough doll” he breathes out and you yelp as he stands to his feet and hauls you up with him at the same time, your legs naturally wrapping around him. “I love it when you manhandle me sir,” you blurt out, hands gripping his shoulders as you, quite literally bite into his neck, just enough to sting. He sucks in a sharp breath but follows it by slapping your ass so, no dice. His lips twitch as he figures out that you’ve been trying to fluster him and then he dumps you, right into his bed with no warning whatsoever.

He looks at you, mouth forming a perfect circle as you gape at him, him crawling up the length of your body, him looking like sin personified. You are still quite dazed as he dips in to kiss you, the frantic hurried kind, divesting you of clothes, then the lazy, languid kind, drawing moans out of you as he licks into your mouth. That filthy little thing. Dragging his mouth along your jaw as you pant beneath him.

“Please,” your voice cracks as he draws lazy circles with his tongue, on your exposed skin. When he pulls back, you chase his mouth, eyes glazed as you want his mouth back on you, back where it was. “Please,” your voice rasps as he starts kissing down your stomach.

Dabi looks at you, magic made life and thinks, it’s so fucking worth it. If he had to lead a life like that for it to lead to you, it was so worth it. Everything else takes the back seat, the imminent danger, the possibility of future death, just you in the forefront. Your moans, the hitched breaths, every time your mouth shaped around his name, every fucking thing that starts and ends with you, so worth it.

You are a mess throughout and Dabi feels so fortunate that he gets to hold you in his arms, this lovely stuttering mess that he can lay claim to and be claimed by. He laughs as you squirm against him, yank on his hair and gasp into his mouth, chanting his name, begging, and so far gone as he draws a third orgasm out of you. Dabi has been with people before, but never been in love, so he is astounded by the intimacy every time he made love to you, astounded by how much he feels, all at once as he fucks his fingers into you, his whole world beginning and ending with you, wanting to just stay with you, in this forever that you’ve both made, a little desperate and dazed, to just feel the joy of existing in this moment that feels caught in amber, everlasting and just ours.

He presses his face into the bend of your throat, tangling your fingers together and he is so lost to pleasure, that you are amazed by how loud he is. It drives you a bit mad to be honest as you clench around him, choking out some variation of “Don’t stop—please, please baby, don’t stop,” as you arch beneath him, “I wasn’t going to princess,” he gasps out, squeezing his eyes shut as he tries to keep it together, which is a miracle in itself as you stare up at him, face flushed and chest heaving. He couldn’t physically stop himself from kissing you, not coming up for air as every fiber of him tells him he could go without, too busy falling apart as everything good in the world is with him, meeting his every thrust until his ears are ringing and the only name being chanted is yours, steadily spilling out from his mouth in wonder.

If he kisses you like he has something to tell you, all the love he couldn’t put into words, pouring out of him as you open your mouth wide and let him in, all tongue and teeth, kisses you, hand around your neck, like he wants to crawl inside you, kisses you like you are his passion, his desire, his death, kisses you like he is branding you, you are his, his, in every iteration of the universe, there is you and there is him, stroking your tongue with his own as he tells you, he’d find you in every one of your lives, across time and across space, as you kiss him back, utterly entranced, panting and moaning as you think, okay.

#dabi x reader #dabi #bnha dabi #mha dabi #bnha #mha #bnha imagines #dabi is touya #dabi imagine #dabi fluff #dabi smut #dabi is in love #idiots in love #league of villains #lov dabi #vigilante reader #slight angst

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a-strange-echo · 7 months

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Flufftober Day 3: "Wait, you love me?" "I always have"

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x vigilante!Non-Binary!reader

Word count: 246

Summary: During a night patrol, reader ran into their old friend Helmut Zemo who then decided to walk them back home. Arriving at their house, he thinks it's a good time to confess his feelings.

Warnings: none, just fluff

Author's note: I'll post day 4 later and be back on track like that. Again the picture was found on pinterest, credits to the orignal artist(s).

Auhtor's feelings: Like this one a lot, it's my best work so far I think.

Helmut was walking Y/N back home after their nightly patrol when he thought it would be the best moment to finally confess his feelings. He just needed to summon the courage to do it. They were dangerously approaching Y/N’s building and the walk was unusually (but pleasantly) silent. Helmut was panicking internally.

“-Thank you for walking me back, Hel.” Y/N said once they reached the building.

“- It’s no bother, really.” he responded with a smile.

They stared here while, clearly not wanting to leave the other. It was a little awkward. Y/N could see he wanted to say something but didn’t want to ask in fear of being impolite.

“Well I should go now, my cat must be waiting for me.”

At that Helmut seemed to be pulled back from his reverie.

“-Yes, right.” he swallowed back his pride.

“-Bye, Hel, I love you.” Y/N said that so easily, he almost didn’t notice it.

“-Wait, you love me?” he managed to ask and they stopped on the steps leading to the door.

“-I always have.” they shrugged with a smile.

Y/N descended the few steps they had climb and Helmut met them halfway.

“-Then, perhaps, I could take you for dinner tomorrow?” he asked, grinning.

“-Or you could come upstairs with me. We could watch a film, cuddle a little and see where the night takes us.”

“-Lead the way.”

Y/N took his hand and ran to their apartment. They never unlocked a door faster.

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#baron zemo x reader #helmut zemo x reader #fluff #flufftober #flufftober2023 #vigilante reader

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someoneimsure · 1 year

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“Thanks for the help there, Bats,” you say. The thrill of victory is still rushing through you, making your mouth move when really you prefer to be quiet. “I don’t know what I could have done without you.”

“I’ve been watching you work,” says Batman. “You’ve done a good job helping to clean up Gotham.”

Sure, it’s a little unsettling to hear he’s been watching you. But hey, he’s the Batman. If he wasn’t looking out for Gotham and checking out every vigilante that tried to rub elbows with him, then there’d be a problem.

“I do my best,” you say, suddenly shy and flushed.

You’re already physically trying to drift away from the conversation, but in that slow way when you can’t figure out how to actually end it. Getting compliments from Batman made your skin crawl with electricity. It was exciting and uncomfortable at the same time because you’re not out here for rewards and not used to getting them. You’re just trying to do your best and getting that recognition is both validating but also really overwhelming. You’re running on enough adrenaline to make it almost bearable, even dismiss-able, and you have a feeling you’re going to be feeling that way for a while.

“If you need anything,” says Batman, “let me know.”

You laugh and find the courage to face him. “Yeah, thanks! Maybe I could use a couch to crash on sometime!”

The idea was ridiculous, and you clearly meant it as a joke, and it doesn’t occur to you right then that Batman might not. He grunts quietly, turns into the darkness, and disappears right before your very eyes.

It’s the highlight of your day.

It takes about a month before he lets you spend one day in the Batcave. It’s after one really bad run-in with Two-face where you slipped up on the roof due to sleep deprivation and got grazed by a bullet. You had hit the ground so hard you blacked out for a few seconds, long enough to find Batman standing over you and calling Oracle for the batmobile.

Turns out he does have a couch. From what Alfred tells you, you’re pretty sure you gave him the idea. It’s the most cushy and soft surface you have ever slept on in your entire life.

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fuumoksun · 1 month

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MHA x Reader - The tiger and the hawk

❥ Read on Ao3

content warning : language, post canon events, mangas spoilers, insert fem reader (try to make it as gn as possible)

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The street was busy, illuminated by neon lights casting hues of pink, purple, and yellow. Grandma poured everyone a glass of her personal sake stash, "Kanpai!"

"Ahh... Today was a good day for business," She smiled, surveying the lively street.

"Yeah, it was busier than usual... Damn, I still can't believe we met Red Riot and Dynamight," Geto chuckled, handing you a cigarette, despite your recent decision to quit. You comtemplated the idea for a moment before refusing.

Grandma chimed in, her brows furrowing with worry. "Is there something on your mind, kiddo?"

"Nah, It's nothing..." you admitted, your voice tinged with frustration. There was more than a few things on your mind but you couldn't share any of it with them.

"When you say 'nothing'..." Geto air-quoted, "Are you referring to Dynamights fine ass?"

"W-What?!" You choked on your drink, "No! What the hel-"

"Come on Y/n~ Your eyes were glued on him the whole time-"

"BE-CAUSE! He was being a jerk to Gran' and you!" You shot back, "tch, can't believe you even let him treat you like that..."

"I mean, did you see the guy? I'll let him treat me however he wants." He wiggled his eyebrows.

You feigned a gag, "ugh... I thought Red Riot was your type?"

"He is." He shrugged, "But I'm not that picky you know."

"Oh, I know-" You rolled your eyes at him.

The topic changed course abruptly, giving your mind a short rest while your heart already felt a bit lighter. Time seemed to slip away as you enjoyed the company and the calming atmosphere. As people passed, you couldn't help but overhear snippets of conversation, most of them centered around a certain vigilante who seemed to be gaining popularity in the neighborhood

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imagine--if · 2 years

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A/N: What we've all been waiting for, the Riddler preparing to have some alone time with his Hope... enjoy!! 😍

To My Hope; Rat Trap

Words: 1249

As you walk back from the police station, you take in the dark, dirty streets of the city you've spent over two years to try and salvage, to bring hope, quite literally. And you could have been certain that it was starting to work, people were going to get better... but now everything's shattered into a million puzzle pieces, and how to put them back together is a headache to think about.

You try sticking to the shadowy areas of the streets, not wanting Hope to draw too much attention from those still out and about. A small group of teenagers with spray cans in their hands glance at you and their eyes widen a fraction, backing up, the smallest looks of guilt in their gazes. But you look away with a small, distracted smile, just wanting to get back in the safety of your own home. Maybe you can make more sense of things when you're sitting down, alone, and can go through what you know to try to get to what you don't.

A shiver runs down your spine from the typically cool evening breeze, but you find yourself frowning slightly, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. You look behind your shoulder briefly, greeted by the empty street, and bite your lip. No one's following you. No one's watching you. You're just tired, so walk faster.

Walking past a tall hotel building, the main, run-down double doors open heavily, just as you're going, and to your surprise, there's Edward from the diner, seemingly flustered, his murky green eyes blown up wide behind his glasses. They meet your gaze instantly, and he stops in his tracks, breath stuck in his throat as he stares in wonder.

"Hope," he exhales, an amazed, almost adoring smile on his face only widening as you smile back lightly at him.

"Hi. Are you alright?"

Edward nods eagerly, scarcely blinking. "I- you remember me... don't you?"

"Sure," you agree, "I helped you out with those drunk thugs, didn't I? Have you been alright since?"

"I've been wondrous," he whispers giddily, and you raise a brow in bemusement, nodding slowly with a small smile.

"Well, that's good. I should get going, but-"

"But it's getting late," Edward points out, shuffling a little closer to you, "and I'd hate to keep you waiting. I- I did promise."

You blink, confused. "What do you mean?"

But Edward's stopped talking, his eyes fixed on a sight behind you. Your frown deepens, and as you turn around to face it, a sudden strong grip, like a vice around your chest, pulls you back into him, material soaked with something strong and eyewatering making your shoves and harsh grabs at his arms weaken. Your screams are muffled by the flannel, and as you uncontrollably drop into Edward's arms, you stare up at him in shock, horrified by the look of pure adrenaline and lust in the unlikely captor's arms.

It was Edward. It's always been Edward. How could you have been so blind?

All those obsessive stares at the clips of you on the TV in the diner, the way he said your name. Everything. Edward Nashton, a man who you could have sworn was a vulnerable, normal citizen of Gotham from when you first met and saved him, is the notorious psychopath who goes by The Riddler. And you've fallen right into his rat trap.

But it's too late now, too late now that the darkness of the night is fading into pure blackness, eyes fluttering shut and consciousness fading as Edward cradles you tenderly, his actions not matching his crazed expression.

That's all you can remember. Up until an hour later, when you finally blink yourself awake, groggy from the drug that the flannel was laced with, ears ringing for a long moment.

A muffled, modified voice slowly makes its way to your ears from a room not far from where you are, restraints digging in uncomfortably around your arms and legs, and wound around your middle. It's not duct tape, it's some kind of rope, and you shift to no avail in your seat, eyes open properly now, senses heightened. You can feel that your mask is still on - something that gives you a bit of relief - along with the rest of your Hope outfit, but your phone is on the other side of the room, probably turned off.

Where the hell are you?

The room you're sitting in the midst of is as dark as it is outside, but cluttered with books and papers and random objects piled in a messy but organised manner. A long piece of dark green material is hung up on a wall, an ominous question mark sprayed in its centre. You raise your eyes up to the ceiling in disbelief. You're trapped in The Riddler's hideout.

The nearby voice is growing louder now, and you stay as still as you can, trying to listen in to the raised, angered tone.

"...change now! We've spent our lives... suffering!! Wondering 'why us?' Now they... 'why them?!'"

He sounds deranged, an absolute genius madman, and as you struggle in your bound state, trying not to say anything or make any noise to draw his attention, you hear the sound of The Riddler ending his video, whatever it is, and footsteps coming closer.

There's no point in feigning unconsciousness as the masked man appears at the door, and you can see a hidden smile lighting up his eyes at the sight of you.

"Hi, beautiful," he murmurs dotingly, and you look down at the floor apprehensively. "How are you feeling?"

Violated, you want to say. Confused. I don't want to be here. I don't trust you. I can't.

"I'll get you some water," he says after a moment's silence, "I suspect you're still feeling a little dizzy. I tried to give you as small a dosage as possible to get you here without a fight. It doesn't hurt too badly, does it...? Hold on, angel, I'll be right back."

And then he's gone again, and your stare after him incredulously. Is he that delusional to act so loving and casual after you've just been kidnapped? How can a psychopath like The Riddler really love you? He can't, can he?

But it's proving hard to answer in your head, as he reappears a minute later with a glass of water, his gloved hands hesitating around the ropes.

"I didn't have the heart to use duct tape," he clarifies, "and that's really only for the scum of this city. And you're nothing like scum, are you? But I need to know that you won't try to run if I let these loose. I've taken the battery out of your phone for now, and no one can hear you if you scream. I'm sure it won't come to that though, will it, lovely?"

You muster the courage to look up at him, into Edward's eyes that are so full of fondness and awe, and that dangerous, dark glimmer to them clashing with his naturally nerdy look behind it all. You don't want to push it, to push him to do anything else than he's already done. For now, you need to play along. He can't keep you here forever, and so you reluctantly nod, an action to which his smile grows approvingly.

"It won't come to that," you mutter, and just like that, you're free. Free, but trapped all the same.

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sugarbell · 4 months

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From the Batfam x Neglected Batsis Reader Universe.

Read First!

Age List:

Alfred: Undying

Bruce Wayne: 45

Barbara Gordon: 26

Dick Grayson: 24

Harry Osborn: 24

Jason Todd: 22 (he’s been drinking for way longer)

Tim Drake: 20

Stephanie Brown: 20

Cass Cain: 19

Lana Lang: 17-18

Damian Wayne: 16.

Clearups: This may become a yandere/dark fic story in the future, and it may not, I’m not sure yet.

The However be warned, this fic may possibly contain the following:

Yandere

Gore

Noncon

Dubcon

Death

Blood

Murder

Suicide

Stepcest

Smut

Underage Drinking

Underage Romantic Relationships With Adult Characters

-a lot more I can’t think of right now, but if any of this stuff deters you than you might wanna just skip this story. For those of you who it doesn’t deter, and if this is your kind of thing then please enjoy!-

(Also no, mc is not actually Lana Lang from the DC Comics, but I did use her name because I thought it was ✨pretty✨)

Also, mc is Japanese-American. She has a white mom, and a Japanese father. She has freckles, long dark hair, a petite and short build, medium-small sized breasts, pinkish-red lips, and slender doe eyes. If it bothers you than again, you might want to skip this story.

Harry Osborn, let’s just say him and OsCorp are in DC in Gotham instead if Marvel, okay?

Cast List?

Alfred: Michael Gough

Bruce Wayne: Christian Bale

Eleanor Joy-Lang: Adelaide Kane

Barbara Gordon: Megan West

Dick Grayson: Steven R, McQueen

Jason Todd: Jacob Elordi

Harry Osborn: Dane Dehaan

Tim Drake: Timothee Chalamet

Stephanie Brown: Chloe Grace Moretz

Lana Lang: ???

Damian Wayne: Aidan Gallagher

Also, I will die with my grammatical errors. Some I may correct if I find the time, but a lot I probably won’t because I’m too busy writing.

This page will update regularly, and you can use it as a sort of reference guide just to make sure that you don’t get confused with certain characters, (for instance, Harry) that may belong in other universes but are being moved here. Some characters hero names may be changed in order to fit the story.

(For example, Black Canary. Just for the sake of the story, I’m changing her hero name to “Songbird.” In this universe, it always has been, always will be. Reason for this is because reader’s hero name will be Red Canary, however, reader isn’t Black Canary’s protégé or anything. They may know each other later on, they may not.)

—I think that’s about it! Enjoy!—

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justice-maul · 1 year

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Hot Cocoa~ Peter Parker x Winged Male Reader

Word count: 2,360

Request(s):

Ello hi would like winged male reader x peter Parker,so like the reader has wing but peter does not know about it ,the reader is a superhero called nightwing and peter and him has crossdress but never saw one another without their mask and ,male reader thought that he would tell peter also pure fulff I can imagine so excited (sorry if it is too much) Love-night anon <3

Hey! Can I request fluff spider-man(tom) x male reader with wings also he is a super hero like tom and reader is best friend but tom and reader have feeling for each other and tom finds out that reader is a super hero and he is just so excited

Author Note: sorry if this took a while I tried to accommodate both requests but please remember English isn’t my first language and tried to make it up to both of you by writing a lot more stuff than usual

I’m one of the many vigilantes that New York City has but I mostly work in queens where another powered hero works the famous Spider-Man

I’ve seen him many times during my work he always talks a lot and asks me a ton of questions about my wings so I try not to answer too many for fear of my identity being figured out

I work and patrol every night but by morning I’m completely normal I have to make sure everything about me is completely hidden so working in the dark like Batman or something is my best option

By morning I’m a barista at a coffee shop where I work with my friends Ned and Mj who have all been my friends since high school

And then there’s Peter Parker, I’ve also known him for the same amount of time but I’ve always been in love with him

He visits the shop every morning and afternoon talking to Mj and Ned and trying to talk to me but it’s like every time we see each other neither of us knows what to say

Today was a slow day so we closed up early and then stayed over hours sitting down drinking hot cocoa while Ned was talking about a new video game

Mj was making a bunch of jokes about what a nerd he was and I couldn’t help but laugh at the jokes as Mj suddenly changed her attention to me

“Sooooo you and Peter huh?” She said looking at me with a sly smile as I scoffed and shook my head watching as she and Ned exchanged a look

“Where just friends ok?” I said as both of them huffed at that rolling their eyes at me as I shrugged them off taking a sip of my drink

“Ok well you can tell him that when he gets here,” Ned said as he and Mj started chuckling both watching my shocked expression

“What? You called him here?!” I said practically yelling as heat ruse up in my face and Mj took her time sipping her drink before answering me

“Yeah it’s a slow day so we wanted to have him join us and maybe get you guys to finally talk,” she said laughing at my reaction

“Oh come on it’ll be fun we can all just hang out,” Ned said with a big grin as I groaned out a small fine and they both cheered clinking their cups before chugging it down

I went to go make another batch of cocoa for everyone including Peter as I was almost done I noticed that my wings were feeling uncomfortable

I’ve never had them like that for a long period and it hurt a ton I peeled out of the back and saw Mj and Ned and called out to them

“Hey, guys I'm gonna use the bathroom real quick ok?” I said as they both said alright before Mj said

“Just don’t take too long lover boy!” And they both erupted into laughter as I walked into the bathroom I removed my clothes and let out my wings

They were stalls in the bathroom but none of them could possibly fit my wings as they were to large when they spread out

I groaned as they spread out slowly, I rolled my shoulders and flapped them a bit to get more movement in them to try and soothe them a bit

Peter Parker’s Pov:

Mj and Ned had invited me to the store saying that it was a slow day, I had just finished with my patrol and decided it would be good to see my friends and the guy I like

I walked there and knocked on the door as I heard them fighting over which one should get up and open the door I chuckled to myself at their behavior

Ned ended up opening the door as Mj shot him a look from where she was sitting I stepped inside taking in the homey smell and the atmosphere

“Where’s y/n,” I asked them as they both looked at each tiger with smug smiles that made my face heat up

“He’s in the bathroom” Ned replied locking the door again and walking back to his seat as I joined them

“Ned hand him your controller,” Mj said as he groaned at that sounding offded

“Why do I have to do that! I suggested the game” he whined as she scoffed at his behavior

“Because he’s good at it,” she said as he let out a hurt gasp at the accusation she gave him

“Hey it’s fine I don’t have to play I can just watch you guys,” you said trying not to escalate anything as Ned gave a happy smile and Mj rolled her eyes

I watched as they played against each other Ned losing as she laughed at him and even though Mj makes fun of us for being nerds she was always secretly one or not secret

“Hey y/n hasn’t been back for a while shouldn’t we check on him?” Ned asked curiously eyeing both as we started to notice his absence

“I think Peter should go, since he’s the only one not playing,” Mj said as Ned both nodded at me not giving me room to argue as my face turned red

“Alright I’ll see if he’s ok” I got up and headed through the back to the bathroom, I assumed he would be in a stall so I opened the door with no second thought only to be completely taken aback at the sight before me

Reader’s Pov

My head whipped around as I and Peter made eye contact and we both stood there frozen neither of us making the first move both standing completely shocked

I had known that someone could walk in at any time but I was sure It was locked I was always careful but the slow day must have messed me up

Knowing I couldn’t have him say anything to the others I pulled him inside and locked the door behind me and turned to face him as he watched me speechless

“Peter you can’t say a thing to the others do you understand?” I said practically begging him grabbing his shoulders to emphasize my point as he looked at me with wide eyes

“Y-yeah yeah! I won’t tell anyone I promise,” he stuttered out pondering something on his mind and I knew the question

“Yes I’m the vigilante with wings Peter,” I said sighing as he smiled brightly at me practically beaming

“That’s the coolest thing ever! How do you use them? Are you an alien? Can you fight with them?” He was practically attacking me with questions and I couldn’t help but feel that he was adorable

“I use them like any bird, I’m not alien, and not that well,” I answered as he smiled at my replies my body finally relaxed but my feathers felt uncomfortable

I groaned again as I moved them a bit spreading them out further as Peter watched in awe

“Do they hurt?” He asked in genuine concern with a small pout, his empathetic nature always helped me feel better

“Only when I keep them in the same position for too long they kinda feel packed in the same area but I can’t reach most of them,” I said showing him by reaching a hand back

“Do you want me to help you?” Turning my head to look back at him he smiled more softly at me this time not trying to overstep any boundaries

“Fine, but don’t treat me like some type of lab rat,” I said pulling them back in to face the mirror before completely spreading them out to the point where I couldn’t see Peter anymore

“That’s so cool,” he said lowly this time running his fingers atop my feathers and I sighed at the gentle touch practically leaning into it

“Don’t waste time just spread them out a bit and if they look out of place, put them back if you can,” I said telling him to do knowing that he probably would have been confused

“Ok, got it.” He said testing the water by spreading out a few feathers farther out near the top of my wing as he gently pulled on them careful not to hurt me

It felt like getting a good back rub and honestly, Peter was pretty damn good at this his hands were almost made for this in a way

He started moving in toward my back as he finally reached the end and ran his hand over it making me turn my head at him as he made eye contact with me

“Sorry” he quickly said getting back to work and moving onto my other wing and giving it the same care and treatment as the other working his way gently towards the end as he made sure or be extra careful with himself

He finally finished with both smoothing out both of my wings and putting them into place one final time before pulling back

I reclined my wings and turned to face him grabbing my shirt from atop the sink as he finally seemed to notice the fact that I was shirtless blushing and turning away

I chuckled at his reaction putting on my work shirt and buttoning it up fixing any creases before putting on the apron and tying it around me as he stood there nervously chewing his nails

“Thanks for the help I needed that,” I said trying to break the silence as he finally looked up at me and I gave him a smile to which he so gladly returned

“It’s no big deal I can help you next time if you ever need it again,” he spoke out turning an even darker shade

“Plus,” he added “I get what it’s like with the whole vigilante thing,” he said looking up at me as he was trying to gaze at my reaction

“What do you mean?” I asked urging him on as he pondered what to tell me

“Well don’t tell anyone but I’m um kind of Spider-Man,” he said sounding unsure of himself

“What do you mean kind of?” I asked as he looked down embarrassed

“Let me just show you,” he said grabbing a bracelet-like a thing and putting it on his wrist before he used it showing his webs

“Holy shit,” I let out astonished at that as he giggled a bit at my reaction

“I built these but I do have powers like super strength and stuff,” he said scratching the back of his neck

“That’s pretty cool Peter, you always did have a heroes heart,” I said smiling at him as he did the same bashfully

“Well maybe we could talk about it sometime or even team up how cool would that be?” He said excitedly

“And we can share how we both got these abilities and help each other with this” he continued rambling

“Sure we could set up a date,” I said smugly as he nodded at that

“We should probably get back before the tiger starts getting suspicious,” I said pointing to the door he agreed and he walked out

I walked into the kitchen and motioned for him to come with me as he stood by me watching as I was finishing up the cups I had made earlier

“Who else knows?” I asked him not facing him this time focused entirely on the drinks

“Just Ned he helps sometimes but no one else, you?” He asked eyeing me curiously as I mixed in some caramel in all four cups

“No one knows your the first,” I answered nonchalantly as I added some whipped cream and a ton of marshmallows with caramel drizzled on top

I finally turned to face him as I noticed his face looking happy and almost fulfilled at my response

I turned my body completely toward him as I approached him and he looked up at me innocently

“Peter, I’ve liked you for some time now can I know if you feel the same?” I asked him lowly making sure he could still hear me and watching as his ears turned red and he blushed

“I like you too I have for a while,” he said just as low as I grabbed his chin and leaned in to kiss him softly pressing a sweet kiss on his lips as he put his hand on the counter steadying himself

I pulled away and he looked behind him in shock and clear embarrassment as I followed his gaze to see Mj and Ned standing behind us in the doorway

They both had smug looks on their faces as Mj reached out her hand towards Ned and he handed her some money groaning

“I told you I could make them confess,” she said pride radiating off of her as she smiled

I just laughed at the two's antics grabbing their cups and handing them to them as they both accepted them eagerly

“Thanks, y/n you make the best cocoa,” Ned said taking a big gulp of it Mj agreed, nodding as she sipped her drink

I turned to hand Peter his drink who gave me a small and quiet thank you before taking a sip himself and nodding his head

“Ok let’s go watch a movie or something else I’m bored with nerdy games,” Mj said turning around and heading out as Ned followed out

I took my own cup and gently grabbed Peters's hand as he smiled at me and we walked out together hand in hand sipping our drinks

We sat down with the gang fighting over which we should choose and Mj tell us that all of our movie choices suck before we all decided to watch some cheesy movie laughing the entire time

Being a hero it’s normal for me to feel alone usually, but sitting here with everyone watching a movie drinking some cocoa, and finally having someone I could trust with my secret felt nice to have even if it was just for a second

~The End~

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