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Kakashi: [sees you and Obito hanging out] Whats up?

Obito: I'm bonding with your datefriend. I like them. We're plotting your demise.

alternatively:

*pulls out Ouija Board*

*during a truth or dare game*

Hinata: I dare Y/N to prank call their dad

Y/N, taking out their phone: really? Ok

Y/N: hey siri, call dad

Siri: calling 'daddy'

Y/N, panicking: OH NO STO-

*Asahi's phone rings*

Asahi, blushing: ₒₕ

Kabuto: You're really pushing my buttons

Y/N: which one is mute

Me, shaking, spitting and crying that there are no Kotetsu T. Kaburagi x Readers

:: 𝑳𝒖𝒔𝒕 ﹠ 𝑳𝒖𝒙𝒖𝒓𝒚 :: featuring 𝐁𝐚𝐧

♡. w//c. 1.5k

♡. t//w. [ SMUT. ] Fem!Reader. AFAB!Reader. Soft Dom!Ban. Size kink. Use of 'Princess. Good girl. Baby girl.' Praise kink. Multiple orgasms. Squirting. Cream pie. Slight dumbification. Cervix fucking mentions but not focused.

♡. sy//ns. You were his princess, and Ban could never deny his princess.

♡. a//n. Pure smut with the hot fox daddy

Big.

He was big.

Not just in the way his massive, nearly 7ft frame dwarfed you. No, it was the way his cock spread your cunt's lips wide open, stretching and filling you deeply to the point you felt you might split in two. Your eyes widened as fingers entangled themselves into the sheets below you, sweat beading along your forehead with every agonizing inch of cock that sunk into you.

A kiss was pressed to your temple, the touch sweet and sending your heart fluttering. Words were warm against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine; "You're doing so good, princess, taking all my cock like this."

You whimpered as a response but hips shifted back in an attempt to take the rest of him inside of you. You had to stop the moment the head of his cock met your cervix, the sensation deep in your gut and a delightful mingle of slight discomfort and satisfaction. Ban let out a little chuckle at your eagerness. You'd been laying on your stomach, the massive fox-like man coming into you from behind and craning his entirety over your frame. One of his hands kept him propped up while the other cradled your chin, drawing your head up enough to be able to look up at him.

"You look so pretty," he cooed, thumb brushing against the soft of your cheek. "You gonna keep being good for me? You gonna keep taking my cock as well as you are?"

You nodded in his grasp, a little 'mhm' slipping from your lips. Determination sat on your brows, a glimmer in your eyes as you gazed into slitted crimson irises. Ban flashed you a smile, fangs glinting.

"Good girl," he purred, pressing another kiss but this time to your forehead. Hand released you and your chin fell down to the bed, head turning to look back as soon as you felt his hips withdraw.

The slide back into you felt divine. Gummy walls clamped and greedily sucked him in, pleasure beginning to beat against your stomach and curl throughout your body with every pump of his cock. Eyes rolled up as your lips parted, gentle moans echoing from your throat. The pace was nice and slow at first, enough for you to feel every agonizing sensation that budded throughout your body.

"Oh god," you breathed, head of his cock rubbing up against your deepest core.

Ban's lips met the crown of your head, words murmured into the skin; "You're taking all of me in, baby girl. I'm so proud of you."

The words sent your heart into a tizzy, the praise practically making you glow with both pride and pleasure. You wanted to hear more, to know how wonderful you felt, how you made his cock feel. Yet you kept it to yourself, knowing full well within time you'd get what you wanted. Ban always gave you what you wanted.

You felt his hips rock, stretching your walls and scratching that itch that'd been gnawing at you. You couldn't help it; his cock felt too good, you couldn't stave the craving of having him back inside of you for longer than a few days. You'd clawed at his chest and jacket, fingers and hands kneading at the leather while you mewled like a pitiful kitten for him. Ban would always grin while a hand snaked itself around your waist, pulling you firmly to sit into his lap.

"A-ah, fuck," you'd gasped out. Arms reached out and hands clawed at the sheets, drawing the fabric to you as you felt his cock pound into the sweetest of spots within you. Vision was growing fuzzy, your mouth hanging slack as the pleasure ran hot through your bloodstream, igniting you from the inside out. Deep within your gut the pleasure bubbled until finally the heat rose and you were spilling around his cock. Your cum was slick and wet, oozing around the base of him and dripping down your swollen lips.

"You cumming for me, baby?" he cooed, feeling the way your walls gripped onto him like a vice, massaging him in every single way he so dearly loved. "You tightening up? You feel so damn good, nice and warm around my cock. Cum for me again."

It wasn't like you had much of a choice. He'd fucked you straight through the orgasm, leaving no room for reprieve. Your head laid down onto the mattress below, pants and moans escaping from your lips as the pleasure once again began to simmer deep in your gut. You could feel it coming, that blinding white feeling that exploded from within and coursed throughout your entire body, leaving it exhausted.

"You're so wet for me," the deep baritone of his voice continued to praise, the words showering you and feeling warmer than sunbeams on a Summer's day.

Ban had shifted so that his hands cupped over your own, relieving your digits of their tightening grip along the sheets and instead favoring the clenching of his own. Palms dwarfed yours and covered them almost entirely, your grip weak in comparison to his own as he clung to you.

Again, and again, you'd felt your pussy flutter around his cock and begin to lazily drool cum around him. Cock was slicked shiny and wet, the sounds of him pounding into your cunt filling the empty spaces your wails and moans didn't take up. Ban breathed a soft groan at a particularly heated cinch, your walls tending him in a way that made him bite down at his lip.

You could feel him throb within you, and the thought of his cum made your eyes roll up and cunt spasm around him. You echoed a soft moan laced with his name. Fuck, you wanted him to cum, to fill you so that it'd spill out in a steady stream from your hole when he pulled out. Wanted to feel the way his cock would grow hot and thick before pumping you full. It drove you nearly feral, your teeth connecting with your bottom lip so hard it nearly drew blood.

Just as you'd told yourself before; you always got what you wanted, and Ban was always happy to give it. However, you knew he wouldn't this time unless you said something.

"B-Ban," you whimpered out.

Your fox dipped himself down, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear before giving it a playful little nibble; "Yes, baby girl?"

You swallowed at the nickname, heart beating against your ribcage. Your words were a pitiful babble, lust's fangs sinking themselves so deep into your core it'd become hard to think straight; "W-wanna... Wanna be full."

Ban's lips curled into a grin, cheeks dusting a pretty pink. "Already? But you're doing so good, you've lasted so much longer this time."

You nodded, giving a squeeze to his fingers. "C-cum in me, please, I wan' it so bad."

There was no way he could deny you; not when his pretty baby was practically begging for him. Another kiss was laid to your temple before he'd lifted his hips enough to slide himself partially out and then back in, the act making you groan in delight. He fucked you lazily, taking his time, enjoying the way your ass bounced with every hit of his hips and body shifted against his weight along the bed. You were so cute, so lovely.

You came again, this time with a wail and the tensing of your body. Something had felt different. This felt white hot, burning, your cunt throbbing and aching with a need for release and you whimpered and wailed as mind came to a halting stop. Before you could stop yourself, you'd felt it; a gush of warmth splashing down across your thighs and his cock, staining the sheets and the mattress below. Ban echoed your moans, his deep and low in their bellow. Cock began to throb from within you, your mind falling blank save for a select choice words of, 'cum, please, cum, cum.'

The warmth flooded you and you gasped a little. Ban grew still, his sigh low and long as it escaped from his chest and he spilled deep inside of you. You felt so good, too good, he couldn't help himself.

It'd already begun to leak even before he'd slipped his fat cock out of you. Cum dripped in a steady stream down your pussy lips, soaking your throbbing clit and dripping down onto the sheets below.

You were left a panting mess along the bed, body spent and thighs wet and sticky. Ban drank you in, admiring your unravel with a slight smile before he sat himself along the side of the bed and scooped you up into his arms and lap. Feebly you curled up into him while he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

"You did so good for me, princess."

Mha boys react to pickup line PT.1

Does anyone every use Second Person Pronouns but Third Person Omnipotency for their writing? Cuz I’m realizing I do that a lot lol

If you don’t know what I mean, I’m basically talking about something like this:

“You were settled on the couch while the two walked up the stairs to reach the apartment. They had the bags from the market hanging from both of their hands. When they reached the door and pushed it open, they found you snoring lightly with the TV still playing, a rerun of a show neither of them recognized.

“I’ll get her to bed if you put the groceries away, yea?” He received a quiet nod and took the bags to the kitchen as she walked forward to turn off the TV and scoop you into her arms gently as to not wake you.„

Does anyone else do this? I realized that this has just,,, become,,, my writing style ;-;

I’m not wearing my glasses and I thought that the bottom right was Zuku preparing to “*inhale* BOI” someone 😭😭😭

Some nomu!Izuku midoriya expressions. Trying to get emotion across via just eyes is harddddd.

Petition to make Mr Banana from Miraculous Ladybug into a cryptid.

He’s just around every day and no one knows his true face, if he even has one. No one knows who, or what, is under that bright yellow, always smiling, never changing, face.

He knows the unseen horrors of the world, yet he does not speak them. He likely knows the secret identities of Paris’ beloved heroes, yet he stays quiet.

He knows.

No one knows what he knows.

But he knows.

And he will never speak the horrors he has witnessed or the deep, unfathomable secrets he has been unwittingly privy to.

He watches.

And he knows.

And after years of his tormenting silence, keeping the depths of knowledge that no human could possibly comprehend, the only thing he has and will ever speak, in his near perfect copy of a human voice,

“Stay Peachy!”

What does he mean?

What hidden knowledge has he encrypted into his words, his very voice?

What horrors and unfathomable knowledge lies behind those glassy eyes, never blinking, never moving, yet all-seeing?

What unseen, incomprehensible, eldritch horror is hidden behind that wide, too wide, too friendly, just too welcoming, never changing grin?

What secrets does he keep? And for how long? How long has Mr Banana been here? No one knows. If you ask, they’ll say he’s always been here, bringing joy to anyone who sees him. How old is Mr Banana? Where did he come from? Where will he return to?

Will he return to the ash and dust of the Earth once We are all Gone?

Will he ever return anywhere?

Does he have anything to return to? Or has he simply existed since the dawn of everything? Will he be here to see it all crumble? Will he bring the end? Will he be here after we have all met our inevitable demise?

Or is he protecting us? From the horrors he has been witness to?

Is he, alone, preventing our annihilation?

Will he protect us from The End?

Would we simply crumble without his Guardianship?

Should we have faced our demise already?

Is he the one who prevented this?

Is he Still preventing this?

Is he the only thing standing in the way of meeting our eternal fate?

That, dear Readers, is a question we should not ponder too long, should the conclusion be unfavorable. Or Worse. Incomprehensible.

We should simply appreciate this protection we have from facing the inevitable eternity which awaits us.

And with that, dear Readers, I bid you adieu, and a, hopefully, restful night.

Goodnight, dear Readers, Goodnight.

it’s hard to give jewelry as gifts sometimes

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My functions are not working (ie, cannot DM; the option is literally missing; I cannot comment/reply) and I am afraid my blog may get taken down. I am unsure why, or what I may have done wrong, I have sent in a problem report and asked what I can do but have received no response. If this should happen I will make a Backup Account!

Details and information will follow shortly!

Please be patient! If you have attempted to DM me or send in an Ask, I apologize but those features are not available for me at the moment.

I hope my Account will be fixed soon,

until then,

Happy Browsing, my loves!

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Thought of the Day:

Bakugou x Kaminari x Midoriya

double the Kacchan

he can’t escape

his only refuge is in Kirishima’s dorm

uses the excuse that he “has to tutor this rock for brains idiot”

Denki figured it out

Nowhere is safe

He can never escape the Kacchan

BOTTOM STAIR IS COMPLETE

REINFORCE 2nd 3rd AND 4th

DO NOT TOUCH THE TOP STAIR FOR NOW

🐐

The Inuzuka Clan should just constantly be feral.

Not incoherent but just constantly in a state of just Absolute Feral Menaces to Society. Then their spouses and/or partners should be the calm ones that keep them under control and the only ones that can calm The Feral™️. Obviously, if someone insults the spouses/partners there is no holding them back, but also should someone insult the Feral Spouse or their Feral Children, the Calm Spouse will not take a shred of bullshit and will immediately make the person regret their entire existence without any violence necessary.

Think, Masaru Bakugou and his Feral Wife and Child, but even more so because Wolf Bois.

It is a crime and a travesty that we did not get this so I’m putting it out there to hope someone agrees and/or writes something about/with it.

‘Aberration' Masterlist

“Ah, welcome, Ms. Y/N! Thank you for accepting the job offer we extended to you. We are glad to have you with us. Your expertise on the subject will help us further our study on these mutations and what we can do to cure them. Now, I need you to study this information I’m going to be giving you. You are about to meet the eleven inmates that currently reside in this institution and it is vital you follow all the rules in place for each one. We will soon be proceeding to meet each one.

And may I remind you…

These individuals are extremely dangerous.”

In this world, mutations, renamed as ‘Quirks’, are abnormal. Only about 5%-8% of the world population are known to have these so called ‘Quirks’. You are a graduate of one of the most prestigious science tech schools in the country. You’ve been selected to work for a secret scientific research facility that houses some of the most notorious criminals in the nation. Besides their crimes, what makes these individuals incredibly dangerous are their mutations. After meeting these individuals, they seem to have taking a liking to you. That should make your research and search for the cure all that much easier…

Right?

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 7.5 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10

[TAGLIST IS CLOSED]

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Aberration Bonuses:

Cannon ‘HC’:

Inmates from most to least likely to hurt you [asked by anon]

How loud the inmates are in bed [asked by anon]

How the inmates would react to Aizawa calling you ‘Sweetcheeks’ [asked by anon]

What would the inmates talk about besides their quirks and crimes [asked by @dementedinc-blog]

Headcannons:

Inmates finding you out on a jog a month later - Part 2 [asked by @yoshimochii]

How the inmates react to you having period cramps [asked by anon]

How the inmates would react to you wearing a wedding ring [asked by anon]

Fanart:

Inmate Tamaki Amajiki by @simply-not-the-same

Inmate Tamaki Amajiki by @srcpcsoha​

Inmate Hitoshi Shinso by @srcpcsoha​

Inmate Katsuki Bakugo by @blissfullyrhea​

Inmate Katsuki Bakugo by @melonecc

Inmates Denki Kaminari and Izuku Midoriya by @yugisamma

Scientist Aizawa and Assistant Momo by @melonecc

Mochi’s Headcannon Scene with Midoriya by @melonecc

Aberration Spotify Playlist by @beels-burger-babe

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Various MHA x Fem!Reader

Horror/Thriller/Yandere

Warnings: Will contain mentions of murder, assault, cannibalism, stalking, torture, arson, terrorism, and other felonies, Yandere themes, Sexual assault, Mental illness, abuse. Will add more as I write. DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR. DARK CONTENT.

Disclaimer: Characters are aged-up. I do not own MHA nor do these personalities represent the writers, characters or VAs of the show. This is strictly fiction and for entertainment purposes only.

A/N: Loosly inspired by @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l amazing story Zemblanity and @gaiyofanfiction story Twisted Karnival

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© bakuhoes-dumbass 2021 - All rights reserved. No work shall be reproduced, reposted, modified, translated in any form or by any means.

hii luna, how r u?!?!?! ☺️☺️

i really wanted to know what are your thoughts w bakugo and sex polen or just something like a lust quirk

PERMANENT FIX! (3.9k)

pro hero!bakugou katsuki x pro hero!reader

SYNOPSIS: after being hit with a sex pollen quirk, the only person bakugou has in mind to ask for help is his frenemy with benefits coworker.

WARNINGS: sex pollen, i cannot write without making it a lil soppy in love lmao, begging, they both come three times lol, oral both ways, cute themes :), loads of pet names from bkg because who am i, unprotected bc i forget about condoms lol don’t do that irl kids but also don’t take sex advice from me but take that okay

LUNA SAYS: hello!!! first fic of the year! hope everyone enjoys lol tell me what you think :) haven’t been writing much because i’ve been READING!!! last year i met my goal of 55 books and this year i wanna try 100 hehe ALSO YES thank you one direction for the title inspo

bakugou swears the gods love you, this whole situation was punishment for that stupid argument he had in your office two days ago. he liked arguing with you, getting under your skin but because he hasn’t seen you since that day, there’s been no reconciliation. so that argument is still in the air, now punishing him because he knows how you’re going to react when he tells you about his little problem. he needs you and he’s sure you’re either going to slam your door in his face or slap him for being so… vulgar. 

right now, bakugou is so horny it’s painful. he can feel it in his veins in his temples, his pulse in his neck and the twitch of his cock. apparently, it was a thing for people with sex pollen quirks to let it off on pro heroes because they’d think it would be funny. their put together heroes desperate to get off in public but this one was a slow burn. from when he got back to the agency, his car ride home and now outside your apartment, he’s about to explode.

a trickle of sweat slides from his eyebrow when he knocks on your door so he lifts his t-shirt to wipe it off. when he lets go of the fabric, he catches your eyes flick from his chest with an appreciative glance but hardening when they reach his pupils. yep, you’re still mad at him.

“if you’re trying to seduce me it won’t work,” you say, crossing your arms across your chest. you’re always so quick with him, ready to test him and put him in place. he’s always had a crush on you, who wouldn’t with how insanely beautiful you are? fuck his life.

bakugou’s eyes drop to your breasts, hidden under your t-shirt and he hopes he’s not salivating. he’s so lost in his head, in the tight grip of horniness his reflexes are almost too slow to catch your front door slamming in his face. almost. his foot slides between the wood.

“what the fuck, bakugou?” you snap, still trying to push the door shut despite his massive boot in the way, “instead of an apology, i just get you staring at my tits? fuck off!”

bakugou sighs deep from his stomach, keeping his foot in place but making no move to push the door open. “i need to talk to you. i really need to talk to you, sweetheart.”

you pause for a moment, peeking behind your door to look at him. you were, at base level, coworkers but along the way of working together for half a year, you’ve become something more. arguments are inevitable with the stubborn hero but now they turn into a weird type of tension you can’t put your finger on. sometimes your snappy remarks turn unintentionally sexual, one time leaning bakugou to push you into a closet to confront you, nose brushing up your neck and thigh between your legs. he might have got you off that day. also sometimes you intentionally give him that stare during hero galas, big eyes, pouty lips and a very revealing, shiny, figure-hugging dress leading him to making out with you in another random closet. you both were coworkers, sorta friends and sorta enemies. you definitely on the road to become fuck buddies with these closet meetings that keep going on but not enough for him to randomly ask for this favour though.

but you were the only person he could think of. 

“please.”

something about his tone, the pained breathlessness has you opening the door wider, able to get a better look at him.

“what’s wrong with you? are you sick?” you ask, fighting the urge to touch him. but you give in, reaching to press the back of your hand to his sweaty forehead. a moan erupts from him and you yank your hand back. “baku—,”

“earlier on patrol, someone hit me with their quirk,” he says almost slurred, leaning against the door frame with droopy eyes.

you gasp, even when arguing with the man you never want to hear about him getting attacked. you gesture him into your apartment and bakugou melts into your sofa, his arms spreading across the top. he looks out of place in your home, mismatched among everything normal to you. 

he’s ripping off his t-shirt when you ask, “what was the quirk? should i call an ambulance? what do you need?”

“you.”

bakugou katsuki is all man. he’s sin, pleasure and devotion, all mixed in one and you feel bad thinking so when he’s in pain. sweat coats his golden skin, a pink flush to his built chest and cheeks. he slouches deep into your old sofa, his head leaning back on it to reveal his thick neck you love to bruise and his whole body moves with every breath. your eyes trail against the length of his arms across the back of your sofa, his wingspan is so impressive you wouldn’t mind latching on a bicep with your teeth. his trousers are loose, the crotch gaping with his spread legs but still, you make out his dick. hard against his thigh and showing through the fabric. 

you blink at him, spluttering, “what?”

he’s the definition of hot and bothered, “it was a fuckin’ sex pollen quirk. that’s why my cock feels like a weight in my pants.” 

there are a million things to say to him. asking if he only came over to have sex or if he was ever thinking of apologising. saying that you’re sure there’s a cure somewhere so you didn’t have to do this. or even sending him out because that’s his problem. the main question was why you? why you? but none of these words came out because look at him. bakugou sits desperate for you, a paw rubbing at his lower stomach like he’s dying to touch himself but not without your permission. he’s so large he dwarfs your sofa and you know you’re just a girl standing in front of an annoyingly sexy man.

“ask me properly,” suddenly you’re breathless, biting down on your lip and staring at the length of his body. you’ve seen him shirtless a couple of times since you get your hero suits made by the same company and you run into him during a fitting. but never like this, like he’s already been fucked more than once. 

it takes all of bakugou’s energy to lift his head to look at you. you’re going to punish him for that stupid argument you had and he doesn’t even care because he wants it. he wants you so bad.

“needa fuck you, baby. lemme fuck you. feel your sweet pussy around me and your tits against my chest.” he grumbles, voice so deep it vibrates through the air. you’re about to agree, ready to go into any position, “i will fuckin’ beg for you, yn. my cock is achin’.”

you gasp, moving like an invisible string is dragging you to him. maybe you have thought about this scene before, at night with your phone in your hand and a vibrator in your other one. your whole body is shaking as you stand between his legs, pulling off your oversized cosy t-shirt to stand in just your leggings. bakugou presses his face into your stomach, mouth open as he inhales you desperately. his hands circle your thighs to hold you tight and he grunts, teeth clenched. you feel like relief and salvation.

“beg, katsuki,” you say nonchalantly, fingers brushing through his messy locks but the feel of his hot breath on your stomach is making your core tighten.

“please, baby. please. i need you so bad, fuck. only you,” he weeps, laying kisses over any part of bare skin he can reach. you’re sighing softly, hugging his head closer to you and you jump when he pinches your thigh, “you need to say yes ‘cause i won’t be goin’ slow on you.”

“yes, yes katsuki,” you barely finish the last syllable of his name when he yanks you to the sofa and kneels on the floor. your cheek is pressed into the back cushion, ass up in his face. 

“gonna take these off you baby, need to feel you on my fuckin’ tongue,” he mutters behind you, thick fingers coming to pull your leggings off. he can’t stop talking and you can’t fight the urge to roll your pussy over his face, “gonna soften you out, prep you for my dick, yeah?”

you’re humming, naked on your sofa and back arched in the air so he gets a good view. two palms are at your ass cheeks, pulling them apart then brushing against your lips, grunting at the shine coating them and your sweet nub at the top. bakugou’s head is a scramble, his body is raging hot for touch, for anything and then he’s got you spread for him. everything is on an overload. “holy fuck, i’ve fuckin’ dreamt about this since i had you in the closet that day rubbin’ against my thigh. knew you’d look good, smell good—,”

he stuffs his face between your legs, his lips brushing against your clit and his nose rubbing against your hole. you moan at the roughness, him so close to you and another moan breaks in your throat when his tongue, wide and wet swipes up from your clit to your ass. “fuckin’ taste good too, baby.”

bakugou gets to work from then, thumb pressing at your asshole while he licks, sucks and presses hard kisses against your clit. his hand rubs over your ass, up your back and even gropes a tit. you can barely talk, incoherent sentences as he runs his tongue over every part of you. you’re radiating warmth, rocking into him for more. he’s still skilled in desperation, two fingers easily sliding into you and tickling your spot.

when you clench around him he grunts, “so beautiful baby, i’ll give you anythin’.” 

high pitched breaths leave your throat as his lips latch on your clit and he sucks, fingers pushing in and out like he would his dick. 

“i’m gonna come, i’m—,” you start and you finish over his face, gushes of white circling his fingers with a loud squelch as your body trembles. you’re almost falling off the sofa, about to slide off into his lap on the ground when he swoops you up.

bakugou’s never been in your apartment but he makes his way to where he thinks your bedroom is. you’re jelly in his arms, still catching your breath, “i liked that, t-that was good.”

he lays you softly on your bed and your legs spread for him, evidence of what he made you do burning in his retinas. you’re so beautiful, you shouldn’t be letting him have you like this. 

“another time i promise i’ll fuck you slow, baby,” he mumbles, lost in the sight of you. your rising chest, your pretty tits. how your eyes are sleepy but full of mischief. the taste of you is still on his tongue and he can’t help but start yanking off his trousers to finally, finally fist at his cock.

your thighs squeeze together at the sight of him, bulging red tip coated in pre and the length of him almost purple for being hard for so long. he’s so big it makes his hand look oddly small and for a second you wonder how he’ll even fit. you feel yourself dribble down your ass.

“can i have a taste?” you whisper, so drawn to him. the unbelievable sight of his strong thighs and sharp chest. how he’s biting down so hard on his bottom lip and how you can tell his hand isn’t giving him much relief. you sit up, hands palming at his thighs and his cock is so close to your face.

bakugou katsuki whines. you’ve never imagined him whining for you and it’s better than you could have ever thought. “d-don’t put me in your mouth. i’ll fuckin’ come—,” you brush your lips against his tip and he flings his head back, “fuck, fuck, more please.” he feels like he’s insane, one second begging you to not and then begging you to touch him. he doesn’t know exactly what he needs, just that he needs you.

“i’ll be quick, promise,” you say, going cross-eyed at the sight of him. you only put your lips around his tip, coating him in your spit. bakugou is an animal, his grunt loud for not doing much to him. your tongue flicks around his most sensitive. through his slit, around his head and he feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. 

“more angel, more,” and finally just a tiny bit of release. you take as much as you can of him, which leaves two inches to spare so you wrap your fingers around him. “i knew you’d be good at this, angel. a fuckin angel.” he murmurs, eyes squeezed shut as it takes all his restraint not to start thrusting into your mouth. you start all on your own, bobbing your head up and down, your tongue laying flat against the underside of his dick, feeling for his veins and revelling in the heavy throb. 

you moan around him, vibrating down to his balls and everything happens too fast for him to catch up, “fu—,”

with no warning, he splutters down your throat and you drink up all you can. his hips shake and you keep your fist moving, flicking your eyes up to see him already watching you. when he’s finally done, you take him out your mouth and you gasp when he slaps against his stomach. still hard, raging and ready to go again. your mind is cloudy when he tips your head up and kisses you softly, “thank you, yn.”

he’s about to pull away but you circle your arms around his neck pulling him into your body back onto the bed. your kiss goes on forever, his naked body rubbing against yours, tongues brushing against each other and sucking like you’ve done this millions of times before. when you finally need a breath, he’s still full of energy licking a stripe up your neck and pressing wet kisses across your jaw.

“next time i’ll have more restraint, i’ll worship you next time, angel,” he says so full of emotion and regret you wrap your legs around his waist to feel him rocking against your clit. if this wasn’t bakugou worshipping your body, what is? 

you buzz at the thought, “next time? you’re sure there will be a next time?”

bakugou laughs deep and masculinely, thrusting his hips against your clit and biting just above your breast. “i know once we have each other, we’ll need it again. same way when we argue we need it again, when i kiss you i need it again, when i fuckin’ see you i’m plannin’ when i’ll be seeing you next.”

“you’re crazy.”

“fuckin’ crazy for you, angel.”

he punctuates his comment with a smirk and then a kiss on your lips. he’s about to kiss you again when you say, “fuck me katsuki. however, you want.”

he blinks at you for a second before stuffing his head in the crook of your neck. he groans, arousal at the tip of his tone, “you cannot fuckin’ say that to me. you dunno how long i’ve wanted this. my head is about to blow.”

you laugh, fingers combing through his hair as he lies on your body. his dick is poking your stomach, a little wet from your spit and twitching with a life of its own. how can you sound so good? feel so good? no fucking way he is going back to a life without you after this. 

“fuck me then, use me katsuki.” your body rumbles under him when he speaks, the only reason bakugou has to prove that what you said was real and not in his head. 

“fuck angel,” and when bakugou sits up on his knees above you, it looks like he’s moving in slow motion, akin to a king sitting down on his throne and waiting for devoted attention. he fists himself again, eyeing you with want so strong you get the urge to cover your chest.

“don’t be gettin’ shy on me woman, you’re unreal,” he murmurs, one large hand covering the expanse of your stomach. he dips his hand between your legs, “open up for me, lemme see you sweetheart.”

bakugou grunts when you spread for him again, just enough for him to fit comfortably between your legs. he can’t help it when he moves his dick between your folds, drowning in your mewls at every nudge at your clit. you’re already warm and wet without being inside, and he thinks he’s close to passing out. finally fucking you might be the nail in the coffin. he’s holding onto his cock, about to push into your hole when your hand finds his hip, “ask me, katsuki.” 

your voice is honey and silk, defiance and a brat all rolled into one. your touch is light, the opposite of how he’s about to touch you, yet with a few words you’re in control. letting him know he should be lucky you’re letting him fuck you. he knows.

“can i fuck you, angel? gonna treat you so good, promise,” he slurs and when your eyebrows raise like you’re also not on the edge of breaking, he whimpers, “please.”

you smile slow and seductive, jolting your hips up for a better angle, “make it hard, katsuki.”

the smile doesn’t drop once he slides into you, smooth from how soaked you already are. “oh kats—,” “fuck baby—,” tumbling out you both. the first thrust and you’re full to the brim of him. your arms circle around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace and bakugou’s never felt such bliss.

then he starts moving, slowly at first to measure your reaction. every brush against your walls is delicious, harmony through your body though it’s not what you want. “katsuki,” you warn and he knows.

a weak grin falls on his face as he lifts up on his forearms, “didn’t think you’d be so bossy, angel.”

“what did i say about you calling me that?” 

“it’s not my fault you are.”

“if i was, which i’m not, it would definitely be your fault,” you bite but instead of replying with words bakugou snaps his hips sharply, your body jolting and you inhale with a gasp.

then he goes again and again and you’re both lost in the sensation. he feels rabid, once he’s got a taste he wants more, needs more and he feels his heart beating out his chest when your hands grab his chest. 

“this is what you wanted, sweetheart?” he grits through his teeth and you manage a nod, your head jumping back and forth with all the pet names he’s managed this evening. “speak. use your words.”

“i wanted this s-so much,” you tremble, legs locking behind his back and you don’t have it in you to cringe at the mess you’re making, the slick sounds of friction loud and only turning you on more, “oh my god.”

your bed frame knocks against the wall with every thrust, tits bobbing across your chest and you feel a drop of katsuki’s sweat fall on your forehead. “you’re gonna be mine after this,” he mumbles before slamming his lips to yours. your teeth hit but it doesn’t put you off, your arm hugging his head as his tongue forces its way into your mouth. you moan into him, exchanging air in this very messy kiss. his hips keep going, cock brushing so deep into you, against your spot that you know you’re about to come soon and fast.

your orgasm is hard and disorienting, waves of pleasure drifting through you at a speed that you have to push his lips off yours to let out a high-pitched whine. “f-fuck,” is all you hear when bakugou comes too, shaking violently with no space to get his thoughts in order. he spills everything into you, making everything even more wet and smooth. 

he rides out his orgasm, lips against your jaw as you catch your breath. when he’s finally finished he rolls beside you on his back. you’re both heaving, coated in sweat and your hair a mess. it’s only a couple of seconds before he yanks you into his arms.

“got bad news baby,” he whispers in your ear, so low and deep you think you could come with just the sound till you realise what he said.

you look up at him lethargically and he’s the prettiest man you’ve ever seen. dark long eyelashes and his ruby pupils are darker than usual, “what?”

he takes your hand and brushes it over his lower half, “still so fuckin’ hard.” 

he’s wet and sticky, hot and stiff like a pole. “wow, they really did a number on you didn’t they?” you smirk, circling your fingers around him.

“and you’re in luck ‘cause i’m about to do one on you. again and again, until you pass out on me,” he laughs, eyes shutting as you jerk him off.

“brave to assume you’ve got more stamina on me. i see you passing out, dick still hard.”

bakugou opens his eyes to see you shifting over to sit on his thighs, glossy and beautiful with a sheen all between your legs. he even feels some of his come from you on his skin.

he shrugs with a grin like sunshine, and your heart melts at the sight. He’s so cocky, literally, and he can't stop feeling you. squeezing and rubbing across your legs and thighs. the words are out before he finishes the thought, said with a confident crook of his head. 

“wanna be my girl?”

your eyes widen before composing yourself. you try to distract him (and you) by holding his dick and sinking onto it. another set of incoherent swears with the first touch and bakugou’s hands grip your ass. he bites down on his lip and you sigh in pleasure.

“don’t fuckin’ ignore me, say yes or no,” he says, eyes alert on your face and he notices you trying to roll your hips on him. he stops you quickly, holding you still.

“katsuki! let me move!” 

he holds you as he thrusts upwards and you fall forward on his chest, “answer me, angel or i’ll jerk off in the shower.”

“we both know my pussy is better.”

“i’ve been beggin’ for you all night, sure, but if you wanna ignore me then i’ll fuck off,” he thrusts up again and you whine, “still got some self respect.”

you manage to sit up, pressing a kiss to his lips, “you can be mine.” bakugou rolls his eyes, grinning like a fool, “but i would have preferred you didn’t ask me like this, so you better ask me again later.”

“then you can be mine too?”

you brush your thumb over his flushed cheek, with a cute shrug, “i’ll be yours, you’ll be mine. you know how it is.”

“good, i’ll keep that in mind,” bakugou loosens his grip on your ass, brushing his hand up your sides, “do what you want with me, sweetheart.”

that’s all you needed to lead you both to another completion. then another, and another.

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Heartless (Bakugou x Fem!Reader) vs (Kirishima x Fem!Reader)

Summary: ANGST, ANGST, ANGST…

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You were sitting in your room, with red puffy eyes and messy hair. Your clean and cute room was now a mess. When you were about to wash your face you got a notification, sighing you made your way towards the phone, it was a message from Kirishima. Kirishima tried to reach you for hours but you left him on read, you didnt wanted to see anyone at the moment. Then you heard a knock on your door and sighed “I wanna be alone.” Your voice cracked at the end and your face turned into a scowl. *Ugh, i feel sick.* then you heard the knock again and slapped your forehead “What do you-” Your words died in your throat and you saw a familiar brunette. It was her, the one who ruined everything, the one who told you that she was your best friend then stabbed you on the back. You tried to slam the door shut but she immediately pushed it back “Y/n, please listen!” You felt the anger rising, when you were angry you were way too scary, sometimes even Bakugou looked soft compared to you. “Leave, now!” You screamed and tried to close the door then you heard a 3rd voice “Uraraka-san, stop it!” It was Momo, she was your everything. You gave a sigh of relief and continued to push the door, then Momo grabbed Uraraka’s arm and tried to yank her back without hurting her. “Wait, i need to talk to her!” She tried to reach towards the door but Momo tightened her hold on Uraraka’s arm and replied “She needs some time right now, dont push things.” Uraraka sighed and left. Momo’s room was next to yours so it made her hear every single thing that happened around you. When Uraraka’s figure dissapeared she immediately knocked on your door “Y/n-chan, its me.” She waited and the door slowly opened “Momo-chan…” Your eyes started to water and she pulled you into a hug. “Lets go inside” she smiled and holded your hand. When she saw your room her mouth was on the floor, you were a clean and organised person but now the tissues, and the glass of the broken lamp was everywhere. “Y/n-chan you cant walk around, you can cut your toes!” She called Mina and Jirou for help and five minutes later they were in front of your door. Mina pulled you into a tight hug and Jirou patted your head with a small smile, Mina tried to lift your spirits so she tried to give her biggest smile “Let’s clean!” You tried to smile but it looked more like a grimace. When you bent down to pick up the tissues Jirou crouched down beside you and grabbed your hand “No, you go sit on the bed!” the other two nodded and you sighed “But, i cant let you clean my room, i wanna help.” Momo cupped your cheek and smiled “You are tired Y/n-chan, please go sit.” You gave a defeated sigh and plopped down on your bed. When you started to wiggle your toes Mina turned to look at you and gasped in shock “Y/n-chan, your feet?!” When Momo and Jirou turned to look at you their face turned pale and you raised a brow “What about my fe-” You saw the cuts under them caused by the glass of your nightstand lamp. “I-i didnt noticed.” Mina frowned and putted her hands on her hips “Thats it! Im calling Kirishima!” You tried to get up but after looking under your feet, you realised the pain. Kirishima was one of your best friends so you knew that he was going to get more worried than he needed to “N-no!” But you were too late, Mina dialed his number and told your situation and after 3 minutes you heard loud bangs and slapped your forehead, when Mina turned the doorknob Kirishima barged in and ran towards you “Y/n!” He grabbed your shoulders and started to examine you “K-kiri, im fine!” He looked at you with worry and sadness. You sighed and pulled him into a hug “Why were you ignoring my texts?!” He raised his voice but regretted it, he was just trying to understand what happened. “Im sorry, Kiri…” He sighed and flicked your forehead “Y/n, i should be the one who’s apologising.” You immediately understood where he was getting at so you pinched his cheeks “Dont you dare blame yourself Kirishima Eijiro!” He felt guilty and it wasnt even his fault it was his best friend’s. “Owieee!” He grabbed your wrists and tried to stop you then you started to giggle and his eyes softened. You were finally laughing…

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why is it so damn hard to find literally any omegaverse Naruto(franchise and character) x reader where the character isn’t the omega?

like,, i just wanna be dicked down by Alpha Naruto Boys but I could find exactly 1 and it was hcs

if y’all know of any, please, i beg you, send them my way

Stay Away From My Son

A/N: Being the longtime lover of Criminal Minds I am,, I’m making a full fic from a TikTok scene I made lol I had this whole big scenario in mind for it so I decided I’d expand on it here. Have some Team Dad!Hotch and Team Son/Little Brother!Spencer

disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or it’s characters, they belong to Jeff Davis

Characters: Aaron “Hotch” Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Jennifer “JJ” Jereau, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, David Rossi, Penelope Garcia, Original Male Character(s)

WARNINGS: groping, grinding, spicy content(not smut)(lime? maybe?), weapons, swearing, probably bad writing, attempted present tense(not what I’m used to but I’ll try ;-;)

As much as Hotch didn’t like- no, detested sending one of his own into danger without proper protection, it couldn’t be helped. He couldn’t even send Reid in there with a gun, he’ll have to rely on the younger’s acting skills to keep him safe. They’d figured out the Unsub’s identity and got all the evidence they need to convict him and his current location, which also happens to be his hunting ground. He works at a gay nightclub as a bartender, a job that wouldn’t make it suspicious if he flirted with the patrons.

His type is Twinks, especially first timers that fell for his charms and would willingly follow him out back where he would have sex with them before drugging them and taking them to his place, an apartment above the club. Now, to lure him out to avoid putting civilians in danger and as to not scare them, they sent Reid in undercover.

Spencer, in a brightly colored, loose fitting crop top with very short jean shorts the rest of his legs in fishnet and chunky heeled combat boots, light makeup on his eyes and glittery cheeks makes his way into the club. Garcia has their computers queued up with the security feed inside the club, All their eyes trained on Reid and Lukas Mertins, their Unsub. Spencer makes his way through the crowd, blending in and letting the larger men grab on his hips and rub up on him, the other smaller-statured men dancing up against him as a show for the others. Finally, he makes it to the bar and sits down, panting and excitedly and nervously looking back at the crowds, fitting into his role perfectly.

Lukas takes the bait instantly and looks Spencer up and down like a Lion about to pounce on an injured Gazelle. He slides his way to Spencer, startling him with an introduction.

“Hey, there. I haven’t seen you around. Newcomer?” He asks, deepening his voice as to be alluring.

“Oh, yea! I just moved here from Wyoming!” He yells over the booming music, “I’m Callum!” He sends a charming grin to the man.

“What’s your poison? Gin? Tequila? No, you strike me as a Sex on The Beach kind of guy!” Lukas sends a wink at Spencer, confidence radiating off of him.

“How’d you know?” Spencer grins back at him with that amused surprise Lukas was expecting.

“Little bartenders’ secret, cutie, maybe I’ll teach you some time,” he speaks as he begins making the drink, when he notices Spencer taking out his wallet, “oh, no! You put that away! First timer’s get their first drink on the house!”

“Really? Are you sure?” The easy conversation continues on before another twink runs up and all but drags Spencer back to the dance floor as if they knew each other forever. Lukas keeps his eyes on “Callum” the whole time, clearly taking the shine to him that everyone had hoped(and dreaded).

Spencer makes his way back to the bar, giggling and panting as he returns to his flirtatious conversations with the Unsub.

“Hey, Callum, do you wanna get outta here? My shift just ended.” Lukas leans in close to say the words directly into Spencer’s ear.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Spencer sends a lustful smile at him, his lip between his teeth. Smirking, Lukas jerks his head to gesture Spencer to follow him to the back which lead to the alleyway.

Before they even cross the door’s threshold, Lukas has his lips against Spencer’s, his tongue damn near down his throat. As he gets them out the door, the loud slam resonating through the speaker, his hands are firmly gripping Spencer’s ass, kneading and landing the occasional slap.

Spencer’s hands are lost in Lukas’ hair as the larger man backs him up against the brick wall. Patting his ass, Lukas gets Spencer to jump and wrap his legs around his waist. Holding Spencer up with his own body and the legs around his waist, he begins grinding against him, moving to attach his lips to the brunette’s neck.

“Fuck, baby, you taste so fuckin’ good,” his hand slides up Spencer’s body and plays with his nipple, coaxing moans from the twink in his arms.

“Lukas Mertins! FBI! Get on the ground with your hands behind your head!” Hotch yells at the man, all too eagerly as the team notices. The blonde immediately drops Spencer though he doesn’t let him get away. Mertins wraps his arm around his neck, holding him flush against his body, pulling a pocket knife from his slacks and presses it tightly against Spencer’s throat in retaliation to the guns aimed at him with 5 accompanying death glares.

“I don’t fuckin’ think so. You back the fuck off or I’m taking this slut out.” He hisses out and glares directly at Hotch.

“Hang on there, Reid.” Morgan calls out to said agent when he sees the flash of panic that appears for no more than a few seconds.

“Let him go, Mertins. You’re not getting out of this.” Hotch all but growls out, sending quick glances at Spencer to ensure he’s alright.

“I beg to differ-” Before he could finish, Hotch fires a shot into his shoulder, making him drop the knife and release Reid to cradle his injury as he stumbled to the ground, grunting and growling in rage.

“Then beg.” Hotch snarls, grabbing the jacket they had grabbed for Reid and hurrying to put it around his shoulders, Prentiss coming forward to pull him into her side both for warmth and a sense of protection, while Morgan happily forces Mertins’ arms behind his back. If he accidentally tugs just a bit too hard on the arm Hotch shot, then no one mentions it. Nor do they mention if he just so happens to grab onto the same shoulder to bring him to his feet.

“Least you can do is have the twink suck me off.” He sneers, nodding at Reid.

“That what you think he is? Some twink?” Hotch squints challengingly at the man, daring him to go on.

“He gave me blue balls.” With that, his glare is directed at Reid who only barely shows any of his discomfort, though enough to have Hotch pissed at the man before him.

“Did he?” He feigns surprise and sympathy as he slowly takes the 3 steps forward. Suddenly, in a flash of barely a second, his knee rises to meet Mertins’ crotch, a deep grimace returning as the Unsub groans and collapses to his knees as he curls in on himself. “Now they’re black and blue balls.”

The whole team says nothing as they watch the scene and make not a move to intervene, though some are wearing smirks at Hotch’s display of protectiveness.

“And you say you’re not the dad.” Prentiss, still with a slightly shivering Reid in her arms, teases. Hotch glances back at her, a glare with no heat behind it playing on his features, though he says nothing.

No one says a word but they all notice his lack of denial.

Emily leaves Spencer with a quick squeeze as she goes to take Mertins from Morgan when they begin to head back to the vehicles.

“Hey, you okay, kid?” Derek asks, pulling Spencer into his side for side hug for comfort and to provide some warmth.

“Yea, or well, I will be. Once I can brush my teeth.” Spencer’s answer prompts a chuckle from most of the team and a soft grin from Hotch, who’s just relieved Spencer is alright.

“That was impressive, you know. I don’t know many people who could keep their cool in a situation like that.” Dave smiles at him and gently touches his shoulder as he passes to one of the SUVs.

“He’s right, Spence, that was really brave.” JJ offers gently, a smile on her face she usually reserves for her sons.

“Bravest twink I ever met,” Emily teases, a playful and kind smile on her lips that Spencer can’t resist returning.

Once everyone gathers into their respective SUVs, they begin the drive back to the station to firstly get Spencer back into his own clothes and to pack up to head home. Hotch takes to sitting in the back with Spencer as Emily drives, holding Spencer as he’s still shivering; as well as for his own peace of mind to ensure he’s safe, not that he’ll admit that out loud.

“That was impressive, you did very well,” Hotch sends a small, proud smile to him, though it soon turns to slight worry, “are you okay, though? That was a lot.” Spencer smiles at the concern, really seeing his “Dad Mode” as the team calls it.

“I’m okay. I’ll be much more comfortable in clothes with more coverage and some mouthwash, but I’m alright, right now.” Nearly the moment he finishes his sentence Emily’s phone blares to life, flashing with Penelope’s contact.

“Hey, what’s up, Garcia?” Emily announces into the phone, signaling she’s on speaker.

“Oh my sweet Boy Wonder! How are you?! Are you okay?! That was amazing! I didn’t know you could move like that! I’m definitely taking you the next time I go dancing! Please tell me someone punched that guy in the dick! Did he hurt you?! Be ready for a hug the moment you get back!!” She rushes, hardly taking a breath between sentences, making Emily and Spencer laugh and Hotch lightly chuckle with a fond smile.

“I’m alright, I promise. We’ll see about that dancing. Don’t worry, his genitals did not leave unscathed. And I’m looking forward to it, Penelope.” Spencer stays grinning throughout his update.

“Good! And, see, this is why I’m not in the field! No one messes with my Beautiful Boy Wonder! He wouldn’t be walking away at all if I was there!” She lets out her mini rant, adding in more bits of her protectiveness of him, in particular of the team, before she eventually hangs up.

They get back to the station, wrap everything up, get Spencer back into his own clothes, and bid adieu to the local enforcement and climb on the jet.

Spencer’s still low body temperature is making him tired, which he tries to explain the science behind as he’s floating in and out of consciousness. Hotch, who’s sitting beside him, smiles fondly at his habits and lightly directs his head to lean on his shoulder, where the Doctor promptly falls asleep.

The team, expectedly, grins at the sight and Derek and Emily immediately jump at the chance to take pictures, most of which sport a Hotch glancing at the camera with an amused smirk.

“Still not ‘the Dad’?” JJ smirks at Hotch over her book, gesturing with a quick glance at the man on his shoulder.

A defeated smile on his lips, Hotch huffs a silent chuckle, “No comment.”

Dp x DC crossover

So in this au let's say danny is john Constantine's dad right. Right. Anyway.

The JL need the ghost king for something and ask JL dark to help them with the summoning but Constantine flat out told them in his words "fuck no I will NEVER help you summon the ghost king, believe me you dont want to meet him". So the JL assume that the ghost king is some big bad because even John-im-not-afraid-to-sell-my-soul-to-get-the-job-done-Constantine told practically ordered them not to summon him.

But the JL really do need the ghost king so they do try to summon him but john found out and stopped them. And it goes on and on where the JL try to summon the ghost king but john stops them. And the JL get frustrated and wonder women says "look we understand he is a truly evil, vile, creature but we do need him". John looks at her like she just killed a man, he may not want to summon danny but that's his father and NOBODY talks about his dad that way. So John snaps and yells "HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT, HE ISNT VILE, OR EVIL HELL HE DOSNT EVEN FUCKING CURSE."

Everyone goes quite looking at Constantine. The flash is the first to speak "if he isnt bad new then why dont you want us to summon him?" John rolls his eyes and grumbled "because its fucking embarrassing" and the JL are just so confused.

John sighs and says something in Latin, the summoning circle they made starts glowing and fog starts pouring out. A teen dressed in a black jump suit why gloves and white boots wearing a cape, has glowing green eyes, snowy hair, and hase a green fire crown above his head appears.

The teen looked at john and glares. The JL figured out this was the ghost king and he didnt look happy. He stepped out of the circle and made his way over to john.

The rest of the JL think john is about to die and are ready to step in when the king says "why. Do. You. Have. A. Contract. On . Your. Soul. AGAIN?!" Exasperated. The JL then watched the Literal king of the dead berate and lecture john on soul contract safety. Yeah john was so embarrassed.

Batman chasing phantom around gothem threatening adoption

Phantom has been hiding out in gothem after an incident with vlad, he's somehow gained the bats attention

Batman is around danny for less than 5 minutes before his adoption senses go off, phantom manages to escape but bruce has alfred prapare a room, prepared the batkids and has the adoption papers ready

The next time batman and phantom meet, phantom tries to sass his way out but batman has something else on his mind

He walks up to him and says "sighn here"

Phantom asks "what this"

Batman "adoption-"

Phantom didnt let him finish his sentence, batman is known as a serial adopter and dannys trying to get away from one crazy man trying to adop him, HE DOSENT WANT ANOTHER

Less than an hour later their are videos of the sassy new meta in gothem running away from batman screaming that he'd rather be sent to arkam than be adopted

While batman responded with 'it is inevitable you will become my new child' while chasing after him, adoption papers visible in his hands.

The batkids see it and start placing bets on when phantom will give into batman because he's right...

The adoption is inevitable

Young Justice summoning Danny

They are like "he can't escape this circle we're fine" but the circle only works for ghosts, not halfas and especially not for the ghost king

So Danny, who only came because he was bored, pretty much immediately leaves them because wow a world with heroes? Gotta check it out and he wants to see how different the stars are

So, now the entire hero community is on lookout for this ghost who could absolutely rock some shit if he wanted to

Tim knows about it and feels pretty guilty but he also just met this cute guy who likes talking about stars, so he is a bit preoccupied

DC/DP Crossover Idea #26

Wes and Tim somehow become friends, mainly from Wes appearing in front of Tim one day, dumped a bunch of photos and other stuff and is like ‘I know who you are.’ And Tim wonders if he’s suffering from karma.

Of course, Tim eventually uses this to be a menace to his family. By never telling them about Wes figuring out his and their identities for one, and then inviting this ginger gremlin over for dinner sometime later, and then just letting Wes say the most unhinged shit at the table that’s just a brush close to him just straight up saying ‘I know who you are.’

Batman chasing phantom around gothem threatening adoption

Phantom has been hiding out in gothem after an incident with vlad, he's somehow gained the bats attention

Batman is around danny for less than 5 minutes before his adoption senses go off, phantom manages to escape but bruce has alfred prapare a room, prepared the batkids and has the adoption papers ready

The next time batman and phantom meet, phantom tries to sass his way out but batman has something else on his mind

He walks up to him and says "sighn here"

Phantom asks "what this"

Batman "adoption-"

Phantom didnt let him finish his sentence, batman is known as a serial adopter and dannys trying to get away from one crazy man trying to adop him, HE DOSENT WANT ANOTHER

Less than an hour later their are videos of the sassy new meta in gothem running away from batman screaming that he'd rather be sent to arkam than be adopted

While batman responded with 'it is inevitable you will become my new child' while chasing after him, adoption papers visible in his hands.

The batkids see it and start placing bets on when phantom will give into batman because he's right...

The adoption is inevitable

Memories Will Last Forever (Sitka x reader)

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Warnings: Major character death

A smile quickly made it’s way to Y/n’s face as her eyes landed on her husband. Kallik’s excited babbles suggested that he had also seen the man walking toward their home. He squirmed in his mother’s arms, reaching out for his dad. Y/n placed him down, letting the young boy walk on shaky legs to his father.

Sitka let out a small chuckle as Kallik reached him. “Hello, little bug,” he smiled, picking the boy up and pressing a kiss to his head. Sitka made his way over to Y/n. “And my darling wife,” he kissed Y/n’s cheek, “You’re looking absolutely beautiful today.”

“Thank you. You’re looking good yourself.” Y/n smiled at her little family. Every time she saw them together, she remembered the first time Sitka held his son.

Kallik was born during last year’s first summer storm. Thunder and lightning were rare in the north, but that night had been filled with loud booms and flashes of light. Sitka was terrified, not of the overstimulating storm but of the screams of his love that filled the silent pauses.

Their relationship seemed to be rushed. Y/n and Sitka had grown up together, and he knew from the moment he came of age that she would be his wife. She was his rock when his parents died, and she helped him take care of his little brothers. They got married when they were twenty, but even then, some of their friends had been shocked it took so long. It wasn’t even half a year after the wedding that Y/n got pregnant.

They were absolutely terrified. It seemed too soon for a baby, but everyone reminded them that they had already been taking care of children for a couple years. Denahi and Kenai weren’t young, but they had still needed caring for when their parents had died. After some convincing and reminiscing of the times they had to help Denahi or Kenai out of a sticky situation, Y/n and Sitka felt ready.

Still, no amount of planning could have prepared Sitka for the fear he felt when Y/n’s contractions started.

Her screams were loud, and his hand was sore. When she started crying, he tried to calm her, but it was nearly impossible with his own erratic fears. He kissed away her tears and tried to reassure her it would be over soon.

In the end, they both felt it was worth it. The feeling of seeing their spouse with their son was more happiness than either had ever felt.

Y/n was grateful that she got to feel a piece of that happiness every time Stika held their son. She pulled herself out of her memories.

Kallik was babbling as if he was talking to Sitka, and Sitka was playing along. He could say a few words, like ‘food’ and ‘up,’ and he even knew the names of the people he saw every day, even if he couldn’t always pronounce them correctly. He stopped talking suddenly and rested his head on Sitka’s shoulder.

“You tired?” Sitka asked the boy.

“He shouldn’t be,” Y/n responded. “He just woke up from his nap.”

Y/n’s eye caught on something behind her husband. It was his bag of supplies from their fishing trip. She went and picked it up, bringing it inside. Sitka followed her.

“How was the river?” Y/n started unpacking the bag. “Lots of fish?”

Sitka nodded. “Yeah, there were a couple times we lost some because Kenai was fooling around, but we still got plenty.”

“Is he nervous?”

“He seems pretty confident. Nothing like we were.” They both let out a soft chuckle remembering their coming of age ceremonies.

Sitka’s birthday was just a month before Y/n. He had been terrified, pacing the entire morning before the ceremony. His parents had tried everything. They reassured him, told him the stories of their own rituals, and even tried giving him tasks to do, but nothing seemed to work. Y/n was the only one who could get him to calm down, even if it was only a bit.

She had stopped him, holding him still with her hands on his shoulders. He was stronger than her and could have easily moved, but he let her block him. Looking him in the eyes, Y/n promised him that no matter what his totem was, she would still be his friend. She told him that it didn’t change who he was; it just showed him the best path to take.

He didn’t tell anyone until years later, but that was the moment Sitka knew he would marry Y/n.

A month later, before Y/n got her totem, he had repeated her words to her, and for good luck, he gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Y/n barely remembered the rest of the day after the kiss, but she didn’t really care. She was pretty sure she loved her best friend, and that was more important than anything else.

Together, they figured out their totems. They weren’t sure how to live like an eagle of guidance or a reindeer of perseverance. But they figured it out, and they figured out their relationship, too.

As Y/n finished unpacking the bag, Sitka’s voice rang out, “Is Tanana back yet?”

“Not yet—”

As soon as Y/n had said the words, someone called out: “She’s back!”

They could hear people running past outside. Y/n smiled. “Nevermind.”

Sitka walked over to his wife, giving her a kiss. She took Kallik from his arms as he went to check on Kenai and make sure both his brothers were heading to the ceremony. “See you there.”

Y/n placed Kallik on her shoulders before joining the rest of the tribe.

Y/n sat beside Alasie, making sure to leave room for her husband and his brothers. Alasie had several children, and Y/n often spent time with her, letting their children play together. Kallik enjoyed spending time with them, and the older children seemed to enjoy playing with him.

Kallik crawled from Y/n’s lap, standing as soon as he could. He seemed particularly interested in the music and dancing. He bounced himself up and down in his own little dance. Y/n and Alasie giggled as they watched him. Some of the older kids joined in, trying to mimic the adult dancers.

Eventually, Sitka, Denahi, and Kenai joined them.

Kallik was excited to see his uncles and quickly paused his dancing to go see them. The boys smiled at their nephew, tickling and playing with him.

Y/n remembered when she and Sitka had told them she was pregnant.

She had been worried they wouldn’t take it well.

Denahi had come of age and already got his totem. He had started spending less time at home with the family, preferring to go out with friends. He still spent a lot of time with his brothers and new sister, but he didn’t seem like he would be overly worried about a loss of attention that the baby would bring.

Kenai was a different story. He was a wild 14-year-old, adventurous and a bit reckless. Since his parents died, he had taken to exploring and going on adventures with Y/n or Sitka. Those adventures would have to be paused for a little while, at least Y/n’s would. Sitka would have to stop when the due date got closer to get ready for the baby.

Y/n was worried Kenai would be upset that he was losing his adventure pals; she knew how upset he had been when his dad—who used to take him on the trips—was gone. She didn’t want to be the cause of his distress.

In the end, it was all for naught. Denahi was happy for Sitka and Y/n, but Kenai had shocked both the adults with his reaction. He nearly exploded with excitement. As soon as the words left their mouths, Kenai started talking about the adventures he would take the baby on and all the cool things he could do with a baby. Y/n and Sitka had to explain that some of those things wouldn’t be happening with their baby, but they were still overjoyed with the reaction.

Suddenly, Lusa, Alasie’s daughter, started running away. Alasie kept her eyes on the little girl, watching that she didn’t stray too far.

Tanana entered the circle. She lit the fire, officially starting the ceremony.

She was interrupted by a quiet voice calling for her. Lusa held her arms up, hoping to be picked up by the shaman.

Tanana lifted her up before beginning her speech. She carried Lusa in her arms as she talked. “When each of us comes of age, the great spirits reveal to us a totem that helps guide us through our lives. Some of us use courage to guide us.” She gestured to Kanut, who had received a totem of courage. “Others patience.” She handed Lusa back to Alasie with a smile. “And some of us, beauty.” She sat down and picked up a bowl of paints. “Kenai,” she called.

Kenai was up and over to Tanana as soon as he heard his name. Y/n, Sitka and Denahi laughed lightly at his eagerness. They could see him bouncing with excitement as he talked with Tanana.

“Kenai,” Tanana continued, loud enough for everyone to hear, “I have been to the mountain where the lights touch the earth, and the great spirits have revealed to me your totem. To become a man, your actions must be guided by one thing.” She reached behind her and began unfolding the bundle. “Your totem is,” she paused, revealing a bear, “love.”

“What?” Kenai asked.

“Yes, love.” Tanana put the totem around his neck.

He picked it up from his chest. “The bear of love?”

Denahi started silently laughing. They all knew how excited Kenai had been; he was sure he would get a sabre tooth tiger for bravery or something equally as cool. Y/n elbowed the middle brother, silently telling him to knock it off.

When Kenai turned around, his face looked so desperate, Y/n couldn’t help the quiet laugh that escaped her lips. Her hand quickly clamped over her mouth as Kenai whispered, “Who wants to trade?”

Tanana grabbed his face, turning him back to her. “There is no trading!” She hit his head. “Oh, Kenai, love is the most precious of totems. It reveals itself in unexpected ways. Let love guide your actions, then one day, you’ll be a man and will place your mark next to those of our ancestors.”

They stood, walking over to the cave wall. Kenai glanced from his hand to the wall. His parents had placed their marks on the wall, as had Sitka and Y/n. He wanted to prove that he could be a man—that he could be accomplished.

Tanana lifted his hand into the air, and the crowd erupted into cheers.

Once the ceremony was over, everyone began standing. Y/n, Sitka, and Denahi were going to go see Kenai, but he had already left.

Denahi ran off, promising to find Kenai. Sitka and Y/n made their way back slowly, letting Kallik walk at his own pace. Every now and then, Kallik would spot a rock that caught his eye. He would stop to pick it up and present it to one of his parents as a gift.

“You know,” Y/n started as Kallik gave Sitka a rock, “I’ve started feeling some of the signs.” Sitka glanced up, not understanding what was his wife was talking about. Y/n smiled at him as he rose back to his full height. “How would you feel if we had another child?”

Sitka smiled brightly. “Are you serious?”

“I don’t know for sure, but all the signs I had with Kallik are starting again. I think I might be.”

Sitka grabbed Y/n in his arms, hugging her as tight as he could. “I am so happy.” He nestled his head into her neck. “Another baby.” He pulled back, still smiling. “The boys will be so happy and—”

Kallik came running up to them with another rock, this one for Y/n. She bent down and picked him up.

“And this little bug,” Sitka continued, tickling his son, “I bet he’s going to love being a big brother.” He kissed them both.

The sound of his brothers arguing caused both to turn their heads. Sitka smiled as he headed towards the sound. “Make sure they don’t kill each other.”

“I’ll try.”

As soon as he was out of sight, Y/n smiled down at her son. “Want to come help with the fish?”

Kallik didn’t know what most of those words were, but he liked fish. “Fish!” he cheered as they walked.

When they go there, a few others who were helping with the fish, including Denahi, had already arrived. They were all looking around at the remains of the fish. The basket had come down, and the paw prints in the dirt suggested a bear had done it. Denahi picked up the rope. They all noticed it was unbroken.

Sitka and Kenai arrived at that moment, talking about thieving bears.

“You didn’t tie it up, did you?” Denahi asked, stepping closer to Kenai. Kenai stuttered, not knowing what to say. “You should have gotten the totem of pinheads.”

“Knock it off,” Sitka interrupted. “We’ll just make another basket.”

“—We? Oh no,” Denahi stormed forward, “it took me two weeks to make that basket. Get loverboy to do it. He’s the one that’s messing things up all the time. Typical Kenai.”

Kenai disappeared briefly and returned with his spear. “All right. I’ll go get your basket.”

“Kenai, wait!” Sitka called, but Kenai was already gone. “Kenai!” He glared at Denahi.

“What?”

Y/n stepped up to him. “You know exactly what. How many times have you made a mistake that Sitka or I had to fix?” Denahi looked down. “Now, your brother has gone out to hunt down a basket taken by a bear. I think you best go with him.”

Sitka smiled when Denahi left to grab his spear. He placed a kiss on Y/n’s forehead and ruffled his son’s hair as he rested against his mother’s chest. “I’ll see you later. Apparently, I’m on basket rescue duty.”

Y/n smiled. “Keep them safe.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

–

The sun had just gone down when Y/n heard the commotion outside their home. She glanced back to see Kallik playing with his toys before she stepped out. Several of the tribe’s men were rushing towards the river. The women were watching from their homes. When they caught Y/n’s eye, they gave her a sorrowful look.

She spotted Denahi walking towards her with his head hung low. “Denahi,” she called, pushing forward. “What’s going on?” He glanced up, his eyes filled with tears. “Where’s Kenai? Is everything okay?”

Denahi held up the fabric in his hand. It was Sitka’s hood.

Y/n gasped, bringing a hand to her chest. “No,” she whispered with a shaky voice.

He handed her the cloth. “I’m so sorry, Y/n.” He reached out to put a hand on her shoulder, but she collapsed to her knees.

Tears streamed down her face. She clutched Sitka’s hood to her chest as she sobbed. The rest of the world was tuned out as her mind replayed her time with Sitka. From the time they learned how to fish to their wedding, Y/n replayed it all. Her heart broke as she thought of their conversation just before he left. If she was pregnant, she would have to do it all without him—without the love of her life.

She felt someone put their arms around her, and for a moment, she pretended it was Sitka. She knew it wasn’t. She knew it was probably Denahi or even one of her friends. But she needed to pretend, even if it was just for a minute.

Her imagination was broken as she felt two little hands on her cheeks. She opened her eyes to see her son.

“Mama?” Kallik asked, worried at the sight of her tears. He had never seen his mother cry; she had always been so happy.

Y/n pulled him into her lap and held him close. “I’m sorry, my love. It will be okay. Mama’s okay.”

–

Y/n walked through the crowds with Kallick in her arms and Denahi and Kenai by her sides. Denahi carried Sitka’s spear while Kenai had his fur hood. They placed the items down in front of Tanana as she began the ritual of farewell.

Denahi, Kenai, and Y/n, with Kallik on her lap, knelt in front of Tanana and watched.

Y/n was certain Kallik didn’t quite understand what was happening. She had told him what she thought he would comprehend. She told him that his father wouldn’t be coming home, and it was just them now. But Kallik still asked when his dad would be back.

He could understand that tonight was a special night through the bright lights and his best clothes, but he didn’t know what it was for. He stayed quiet, curled in his mother’s lap.

As the ceremony ended, Y/n notice Kallik yawn. She stood up, listening to the condolences of everyone who approached. When Alasie came up, she offered to take Kallik home and put him to bed. She could see that he had almost fallen asleep already, so Y/n handed him over, thanking her good friend.

Y/n glanced over to her family but found that Kenai had already gone. She stood by Denahi, watching as the fire flicked up into the night. When she noticed the tears in his eyes, she held Denahi’s hand, squeezing it as a sign she wouldn’t leave.

When the fire had finally died out, Tanana left, leaving Y/n and Denahi.

Kenai approached from behind, carrying two spears and a bag with food. “You ready?” he called out.

Y/n and Denahi turned. “For what?” Denahi asked.

“For going after the bear.” Kenai tossed one of the spears to him.

Y/n shook her head. “Kenai, you can’t. The bear didn’t kill him. This will only anger the spirits.”

“I know what you’re feeling,” Denahi agreed, “but killing that bear is wrong.”

“Wrong?” Kenai’s voice was firm. “Our brother is dead, and it’s because of that monster.”

“Kenai,” Y/n pleaded, but her voice was drowned out by Denahi.

“I don’t blame the bear, Kenai.”

“Denahi!” Y/n scolded. “This was no one’s fault. You both need to calm down.”

“—No offence, Y/n, but you weren’t there.” Kenai scoffed. “You don’t know what happened.”

“Kenai,” Denahi drawled, “killing that bear won’t make you a man.”

“Oh,” Kenai pushed his brother. “Now you’re trying to be wise.”

“I’m trying to follow my totem. Why can’t you do the same?”

“You really think love has anything to do with being a man? A man wouldn’t just sit here and do nothing.” Kenai turned, but Denahi stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“Kenai. Don’t upset the spirits.”

Kenai scoffed. “Spirits. Thanks for your wisdom.” He began his angry stomp again, only pausing when he passed Tanana. He pulled his totem off and threw it in the ash before leaving.

Tanana picked it up and brushed it off.

Denahi looked between Y/n and where Kenai disappeared to. “I’ve got to stop him.”

Y/n took the totem from Tanana and placed it in Denahi’s hand. “You come back to me—both of you.” She brought a hand up to caress his cheek. “Sitka doesn’t need to be avenged; he needs his family to be together.”

Denahi nodded before chasing after his brother.

–

Y/n noticed the eagle that always seemed to perch on the trees near their home. Whenever she was having a bad day, or she felt like she needed her husband, the eagle was there. It watched her and Kallik, making sure they were okay. She dared to think it was Sitka watching over her and his son.

When Denahi returned from tracking Kenai, he returned with two bears in tow. He claimed that it was Kenai—that the spirits had turned him into a bear for taking an innocent life. At first, Y/n was skeptical, but one look into the bear’s eyes told her exactly who it was.

The bear was gentle as it nuzzled Kallik and Y/n’s stomach, which had grown slightly over the past few months. Y/n adored the smaller bear that came home with them, too. Koda, as Denahi told her was the young bear’s name, was adorable.

Y/n saw the eagle that afternoon.

At the ceremony to celebrate Kenai becoming a man—or a bear in his case—Y/n felt happier than she had in a long time. And as they walked back to their home, Y/n spotted the eagle.

It appeared at every major event. When Y/n gave birth to her baby girl, Awena, the eagle was perched outside.

It brought her comfort to know that her husband was still watching over her and their children. He wasn’t truly gone. She saw him every day, and in the nights, while she slept, she relived her memories of him. When her children were older, she would tell them her memories, and in that way, he would live forever.

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Word Count: 2,600 

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