Tryna find a fic(hopefully this one wasn’t deleted 😭)
It’s a DC x Marvel fic with Batsis!Reader(i don’t remember if R was a bio Wayne or not it’s been a few years 😭) specifically it was a neglected/ignored!Batsis fic. I believe it was on a mission that R was transported to the Marvel Universe and she met the Avengers+X-men. Like I said, it’s been a few years so I could be wrong about the love interest but I’m fairly certain it was Logan. R actually felt appreciated there and wound up marrying Logan. After a few years the Batfam finally managed to find R and showed up trying to get her back. She essentially laid out how they all were super neglectful and knew nothing about her. She was actually happy there and so she wasn’t going back. They all realized just how much they fucked up and respected her decision to stay. I don’t remember if they started trying to put in the effort to get to know her after that or not but I remember that it was an amazing fic by an amazing author.
If you know of the fic or one like it, please send me the link/name or tag me in the comments, it was spectacular and I would love to read it again.
i wanna see that Enemies forced into the same small space (possibly locked in the same cell depending on the characters/universe) and have to begrudgingly work together long enough to get out, promising to go their separate ways and continue hating each other afterwards only to realize they’re not completely insufferable when they cooperate but in the end they do go their separate ways and go back to, now, strongly disliking each other and they end up helping each other out of small scrapes and act like it’s nothing until they get locked up together again and now it’s way easier to work together and at the end they realize that they can’t really claim to be enemies anymore, there’s too much camaraderie and trust between them. they still go their separate ways but think on it until they next meet in the heat of battle and can’t resist the pull. It’s not something that was always there, but something that formed slowly along the way without either of them realizing. I wanna see them get smacked in the face like a semi with the realization. I wanna see some agonizing, some true denial, not just “i’m supposed to hate him, but maybe..?” I wanna see that “NO! SHIT! I HATE HIM! WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING?! HE’S JUST AN UGLY BASTARD! GOD DAMMIT!” no more of this “But we’re on opposite sides 🥺” bs gimme that “I realized I was in love when she punched me so hard I instantly knocked out. I had an existential crisis before I woke up.”
How long do you think his fingers are??? Bc 3 out of the 4 smutfics I’ve read about him claim his fingers alone are long enough to reach the cervix???? either how long do you think his fingers are or how short do you think the vaginal canal is???? What kinda Yaoi Hands tomfoolery is this??????? I get that he’s tall and long and lanky but ain’t no way his fingers are THAT long and even then, there was little to no mention of the cervix when it came to his dick so does that mean his fingers are longer than his dick??? I am confused beyond measure and smut anatomy/proportions have come back to haunt me 😭
⤷ mha x f!reader (use of she/her pronouns, fem. relationship labels)
⭑ number-one hero deku, sitting on the couch across from his girlfriend in his pajamas, applying matching green face masks and giggling at the mess they’re making
⭑ cold and formidable pro-hero shoto, cross-legged on the wood-paneled floor with his wife as they share a bottle of wine, despite the large vacant table and long vacant counter, laughing quietly about the most recent scandal at work
⭑ great explosion murder god dynamight, begging for mercy as his fiancée sits atop his chest grinning triumphantly and tickling him without remorse, his eyes watering and lungs burning because she knows exactly the spot that makes him unravel
⭑ fashion icon pinky, known for her model-worthy looks, bundled up in blankets and stolen hoodies and mismatched socks and sweatpants with her girlfriend as the two of them binge-watch all five seasons of riverdale
⭑ charming and dashing hero chargebolt, sitting in front of the tv at seven am, sharing a blanket with his fiancée and watching cartoons and eating cereal because neither of them wanted to cook and definitely not resembling two responsible adults whose wedding is in two months
⭑ the ever cool and composed ingenium absolutely losing his shit because his wife was unaware that the dominos pasta containers are aluminum and cannot go in the microwave, as they found out the hard way, the pair now staring at a crispy microwave and charred countertop
⭑ sweet and kind uravity who becomes an absolute menace when up against her girlfriend at mario kart because they agreed the loser would do the dishes and she refuses to even touch that mountain of plates after tamale night
⭑ the manliest of all heroes, red riot, who swears there is no manlier thing than going for drive-thru at one in the morning with his fiancée in the passenger seat because they had a fry craving
Hi! could you write a NSFW of William and a female reader situated in his desk in Durham's classroom?
(I think I asked for it anonymously by mistake the other time, and I'm not sure if my request was sent, anyway I'm sending it again haha. I'm also not sure if this request has been made before, but I'm asking anyway <3)
pd. I love your blog, Im reading all of your works rn
Hello hello!
Yes, I got your anon version too lol. Sorry it took like a literal year for me to answer your asks! I've been stupid busy. But I really hope you like this little drabble.
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On The Desk - William Moriarty x Reader
You had visited your sweet husband during his lunch break.
He had left his packed lunch on the counter at home. And you, as his devoted wife, were more than happy to bring it to him. You had even brought along a meal of your own, hoping to spend him planning hour with him too. You hadn't expected... this.
You were splayed out against his oak desk, your bare breasts pressed against a few papers and perhaps a quill or two. His tie was wrapped around your wrists, caught along one of the drawer knobs, keeping your arms held taught above your head.
"You're such a sweet wife..." His cock was drilling into you, and if it weren't for part of his vest being balled up in your mouth, you would've moaned his name, "Bringing me something, even though it was out of your way? Goodness, I truly don't deserve your kindness, do I?"
A muffled cry was the only response you could give, feeling your eyes roll as he fucked into you harder. You could see the lunch sacks you had brought stacked neatly beside your head, right next to a bundle of ink pens. Your eyes then trailed to the door. Being a teaching college, there was no lock. Students were always encouraged to stop in during planning hours, and that was usually not to your detriment. You had always found it sweet. But now? Oh god, you hoped no one even dared enter the teacher's hallway.
Despite your sighs and moans being muffled, he still shushed you, keeping his voice low as he spoke, "Shhh. Don't want any of my colleagues to hear your whoreish noises, do you?"
You couldn't help it. You shuddered at the thought, tightening around his length in ecstasy.
He chuckled darkly, "Well then, if you insist..." He ripped the fabric from your mouth, replacing it with his long fingers. Your mouth hung open obscenely, and you felt your drool drip off of your chin, surely ruining one of his student's papers. Though still muffled, your sighs of ecstasy were much louder now.
"Yes, I'm so very happy you're such a perfect wife."
I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔
The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war.
Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚
Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty.
What was once ordinary — a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of — now feels like a distant memory. 🕊️
I share my story not to seek pity, but to keep hope alive — to believe that even in the darkest places, kindness can still find a way. 🤍
If my story touches your heart, please consider sharing it or offering support.
Every voice, every act of care, brings me one step closer to safety. ✨
I’m reaching out with a quiet hope in my heart. These days are heavy, and my family is living through a reality filled with uncertainty—but I’m still here, doing my best to hold on and keep going.
If you have a moment, please check out my pinned post.
A simple share could help it reach someone who might be able to make a difference.
If you’re able to give, even the smallest kindness can bring light into the darkest places.
Your time, your voice, your compassion — it all matters more than you know.
There needs to be more Hiromi Higa (Shadow) content in the world and so I present to you and half-baked story Idea that I highly encourage any other Shadow Loving Writers to expand on
Shadow x S!Reader / Hiromi x Tattoo Artist!Reader
Shadow, a punk at S, while Hiromi was a sweet florist.
Koi(love), a sweetheart at S(though ruthless in a beef, but you’d sweetly offer to personally patch up any of your opponents’ scrapes), while you were a snarky borderline cold(think Tsukki from Haikyuu kinda) Tattoo Artist
You, as the masked Koi, had fallen in love with Shadow at S, though you never said anything both because he was known to be ruthless in his words and because you knew it was hopeless.
You knew it was hopeless because as the snarky and sarcastic and blunt tattoo artist, you watched him, as Hiromi, in the flower shop right across the street fawn over his boss and bend over backwards, trying to woo her.
You knew it was completely hopeless to even try so you stayed quiet, and he didn’t even know that the sweetheart Koi and the blunt, full of snark Artist who did his back piece were one in the same. He didn’t know that Koi preened with pride every time he proudly displayed his back with your flowery piece with an Oni mask in the centre in full view. He didn’t know that every time the almost cold Tattoo Artist across the way daydreamed about him but sighed sadly when you snapped back to reality, looked across the way and saw him making heart eyes at his boss. He didn’t know that Koi longed to be one of the women hanging off his arms at S.
He didn’t know that you were completely and irrevocably in love with him.
You only revealed your identity to him when you got wrapped up in the group with the kids. He was shocked to find out that one of his strongest competitors was right across the street from him this whole time, and you knew it but hadn’t said anything! Luckily the situation at hand was too fast paced for him to have time to question you, but come the next work day, he made a cheery excuse to bring a nice bouquet over to the Tattoo Shop across the way to add a pop of color and cornered you there, you didn’t have any clients at the moment and you didn’t have any employees so it was easy to ask you questions uninterrupted. You managed to evade most of them and gave half-truths to the others and escaped by the skin of your teeth when he was called back by his boss.
You managed to just barely keep your feelings under wraps— only from him, though, everyone else had figured you out, even Langa though that’s because Reki told him— for most of the remainder of the big events happening. Though, just when you figured you were getting close to getting over him, he found out his boss already had a boyfriend and was crushed. He slunk over to your shop for solace and cried to you about unrequited love. Both seeing that he was no longer going to be chasing after this unattainable woman and having him confide in you, it reignited your feelings full force without your permission. You waited until he was no longer coming into your shop on his lunch break that he started to align with yours all teary eyed to even begin to hope that you had a chance.
It all came to ahead when, unexpectedly, Shadow showed up to S with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and, in front of everyone, asked you for a beef. If he won, he’d get to take you on a date, if he lost, he’d rematch you until he won. That was when you grinned, lowered your mask and offered a counter proposal. If he won, he got to take you on a date, if you won, you got to take him on a date. You kissed his cheek and took the bouquet, leaving him stunned and steaming from the intense blush that he was surprised hadn’t melting his make up.
Dad Ego! being asked by his child to scare off a person who keeps asking them out and not taking a hint? I wonder how Ego would react with the information that a person is harassing his child and how he would scare them off
OOOH PROTECTIVE DAD EGO HERE WE GO
Requests open! - dad!Ego masterlist
Tags: gn!Ego's child!reader, reader is a teenager and uhh, yeah that's it
Ego notices how uncomfortable you are IMMEDIATELY. Even though you try to ignore the person and even tell them to leave you alone, they just don't stop. That's when your father steps in. He's tall - so he basically towers over them as he tells them to leave you alone. Ego rarely gets aggressive towards strangers, but if he does, it's always to protect you. At first, he's actually very passive-aggressive and then drifts into being more direct by constantly asking questions like "Do you like harassing people? You get off on that shit or what?" and "You really can't take a hint to fuck off when someone wants you to?"
As soon as the creep is gone, Ego makes sure you're okay and reassures you what the stranger did was very wrong. Ego really wants you to know you should never give in to someone even if they don't let go when you say no. And because some people suck and won't take no for an answer, your father will always be there to scare them off and protect you.
thinking about sitting in the library, working diligently on a paper with your sleepy boyfriend glued to your back. tucked between his legs, his head resting on your back, his arms around your waist… at first. you’d almost think he was asleep, if it weren’t for the way one hand has slowly crept its way under your hoodie and down into your sweats, two fingers trailing a very distracting pattern across your rapidly dampening panties. circling your clit, tracing up and down your slit, and you know he can feel you getting wet.
you miss a key and hit the backspace button harder than you necessarily needed to, thighs twitching like they might close around his hand. hiori tuts quietly, lifting his head and resting his chin on your shoulder, hot breath against the sensitive skin of your neck causing a shiver down your spine.
“everythin’ okay, sweetheart?” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he talks. his hand pauses, and that’s almost worse than before.
“mhm, perfect,” comes your short reply, taking a deep breath before you resume typing. right as you feel yourself getting back into your rhythm, hiori’s fingers tug your panties to the side and resume their lazy circles on your clit. teeth digging into your lip to stop the sound clawing its way up your throat, you only trip up a bit as you type. the low chuckle in your ear feels like a threat, a kiss pressed to the nape of your neck before his cheek rests against your back again. those traitorous fingers slide down, slipping through the slick leaking from you before sliding inside easily.
“yer dripping, baby,” he murmurs quietly, fingers curling to find what he’s after, his other arm tightening around your waist as your hips jerk when he finds it. you abandon all attempts at writing your report, eyes scanning the quiet of the library this late to make sure no one is watching. hiori’s fingers keep pace, sliding in and out and curling to hit your sweet spot on every pass, thumb picking up the slack tracing tight circles against your clit. “think ya can keep quiet, or should we take this somewhere else?”
I’ve made a similar post before as some of you may have seen lol
This blog will go back to being a backup as I’ve made a replacement blog for Spiderlily-w1tch-blog(may she rest in peace 😔) that actually matches most of my other social media lol but especially my Ao3
The new blog is @koolaidmansbitch and I’m still in the process of setting it up over there and haven’t uploaded any of my stories just yet, know that I will once things in my irl life have calmed down a bit (i’m preparing to move and do actual real adult things like paying for it myself and figuring out how to live on my own like that and figuring out schooling since I’ll be moving 2 hours away from my current place) and I’ve gotten a little further in my WISPSIMPS series.
If you were a follower of Spiderlily-w1tch-blog, then go ahead and follow the new blog if you want to keep up with my stories! Or, go ahead and check out my Ao3 under the same name, Koolaidmansbitch
