#hero x reader

[sangunary]

- Inlove With Another You?

Batboys × Civilian reader!

SYPNOSIS: Rejection and confession at the same time after they tried to confess to you as their hero persona.

* Generic Fluff. * Short scenario. * during Robin era.

- Dick Grayson.

"No"

You told him, pushing him back like you were disgusted at his presence alone. Dick was beyond shocked.

He's been trying relentless at courting you both hero and as Grayson at school.

Does he care that Bruce is not happy about this? Yes, absolutely. But he's a big boy who just fell too hard for another. You can't blame the victim.

Bruce just doesn't understand the feelings racing through his veins whenever he saw you. He's too old to understand young love or puppy love.

The possibility of someone else slipping between you and him during his time as Robin was a high possibility.

That is why he took the oath of loving you as WonderBoy and Grayson, you deserve both of him.

Bruce could never understand the overthinking and bad feelings when his lovers ( not yet ) is out there by themselves... And not because he watched too much drama with someone.

To be honest, barbara loves torturing him by forcing him to watch them and the plot is about the girl falling for another because the boy is too busy- scary as hell.

Tonight he tried to kiss you, thinking you would too without hesitation... He was Robin afterall and every girl in Gotham drools over Robin.

Or he thought...

After saving you from a vicious dog, he took you to the rooftop where the star's were shining brightly, the moon visible.

His hand's on your waist, although he was nervous and his hands trembles abit he tried to be tough. That is what girls like.

Yet you pushed him when he was leaning near you, ready to kiss you under the shimmering moonlight stars decorating the sky.

"oh... sorry, i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable"

He apologized immediately to save himself. This was embarassing, he have been reading your signal wrong this whole time.

"I like someone else"

That hurt even more... This is exactly why he needs to be glued onto you, but it's too late to do that now...

"Who...?"

He was curious, who exactly is the guy that got you before he could?

"Dick Grayson"

Oh boy, he's ready to give any offering to your parents for your hands... They want his soul, money, body, sell his organs? yeah... sure as long as he gets to hear your dumb confession again.

His face flush and his smile almost reaching his face, you... like him. Guess being near you as much as possible is indeed the correct method of courting.

You didn't even kiss the WonderBoy because you love the actual him and not because of the mask... It's taking everything in him to not just reveal himself and kiss you.

You better bet he kissed you the moment he saw you as Grayson, doesn't matter who is present at the moment, your parents or even Bruce... No one is stopping him from taking your lips.

- Jason Todd.

"Im sorry"

The moment he heard your word his world crumble, he knew he couldn't have everything he wanted or need in life but you? You weren't a want you were a need and he couldn't see why the universe hated him so much for you to reject him so bluntly.

He thought you liked him, that was literally why he went through all the trouble of impressing you tonight.

Stealing Bruce wallet since he already spent plenty using his allowance. He booked a special show for you, fireworks and food and even a bouquet since girl's love them!

He was too naive and he rushed the whole process since he had a gut feeling that you might fall for another if he act too slow.

Suddenly the world was gloomy again, the cold air hitting his uncovered legs, the lingering smell of garbage, the one sided love story he was starring at hitting him all at once

He felt like he was back on the street with nothing, but now he had everything but you which was the same as nothing.

He wanted to cry but he couldn't not infront of you. He thought you liked him, you and him were friends from school and whenever he turned his head to admire you, you already beat him at it.

Hell, you kissed his cheek! Was it all platonic? Was the holding hands, telling secrets, the jealousy and all those supposed teenage love all just a stupid misinterpretation?

"I like Jason Todd, he's the one I want"

Inorder to make it less awkward you mentioned the guy you liked, him. Unbeknownst to you.

Jason's heart was suddenly pumping at an abnormal beat. He completely forgot that he was ROBIN and not JASON at the moment...

All the depressing thoughts exit his mind as he just stared at your lips... He had- He has a real chance... You actually liked him. Hearing you say it makes everything more difficult to process.

Yes, he was somewhat confident that you like him but... Hearing you confirm it wasn't the same as him telling himself that it's the truth.

The fireworks went off which forced his attention to shift from you to the colours adoring the night sky. Atleast you weren't aware that he was the one who booked it, it would have been more awkward and he wouldn't be able to forget it even if he get to marry you at the end.

Yet the light of colours couldn't captivate him as much as you did. He looked at you as the colours highlight your entire self, absorbed in the sudden burst of Colors in the sky.

"I understand..."

He didn't say much, he doesn't want or need to. Everything was failing successfully. Although his heart ache knowing he stole money for no reason, you didn't enjoy it that much. It's hard to when the hero you rejected is literally by your side.

He didn't even wait for the moon to vanish, sneak out of the manor and went to your house. Breaking in was something he was good with and lucky him your window was opened.

He kissed you that night, not as Robin but as himself, under the dimly lit room holding onto you like life itself.

- Tim Drake.

"I don't like you"

Tim couldn't focus on anything, not even how you were refusing to look at him. He could only feel his heart breaking inside his rib and embarrassment flooded it's way into his system.

He stood there as his hand went to his hair to push it back from blocking his view. Pressing his lips together, as he took a big breath.

You sounded so sure. Well you were but how could he be so stupid...? It took him two years to come to this conclusion of confessing.

With the help of Stephanie he planned this moment. He made sure it was perfect and just how you'd wanted it.

Yet, the problem was that you didn't even reciprocate his feelings back from the start.

He had taken you to the highest building in the city that had this extremely detailed carved gargoyles on it. Which might nor be romantic for most but it was the details that matter.

He met you because of a gargoyle, one carved resently and was bought by Bruce. Fortunately you broke it and the craftsman dragged you to Bruce to apologise and pay for it.

The moment he saw you something felt odd. Yes, you were in tears because you broke a billionaire statue... But you looked so- He can't explain what he felt then it was too complicated.

That was the begging of your friendship with Tim. Ever since the feeling of love grew into something bigger than he anticipated.

"Why?"

He asked, he was afraid of the answer yet he desperately needs to know what he did wrong. Why wouldn't you want him as much as he did?

He was so sure of himself that you loved him dearly maybe not as much as he did but it was there! He spent every hour making sure it was! What did he calculate so wrong? Was he so bewitched by you that his rational mind left and vapourised into delusion?

But, he couldn't think of any other big misinterpretation in his life to connect to this. He was smart, found out batman true identity and claim the title of Robin without anyone help...

Yet he couldn't understand what love was like? This wasn't your fault, it's his for viewing every detail with so much attention in hopes of you reciprocating his feelings that he convinced himself you did as well.

" I like someone else... "

He stood there as his blood drain from his brain, surely dying was better than seeing you smile at another guy just as he did with you.

God... If he can't have you what's the point. Yes he knew teenage love rarely ends well but he was sure that he wouldn't be able to fall in love with another anymore.

" I like Tim Drake "

The moment you told him suddenly all the blood rush back to his brain and as well as his face. So, he wasn't wrong... He knew it! Afterall he took 2 years to make sure that you like him back. Never doubted himself.

Next time the two of you met it was at the same place as where he tried his luck as Robin. But this time he finally got to call you his as an end result.

He kinda blame himself for confessing as Robin and not as the Tim you knew... Atleast he get's to kiss you against the gargoyle.

- Damian Wayne.

"I can't accept"

Damian stood there as he stared straight into your eyes sending chills down your spine. You wanted to look away but you were to scared to even act upon it.

He had accidentally said the word after he thought you died, but turns out the world just wanted to see him being humiliated as he saw you standing beside him shock.

He scoff not at you, he wasn't mad at you for having a basic opinion towards someone... He was mad at himself for being vulnerable enough to even utter it out loud.

You were from school and the only person who managed to be his 'friend' tho he usually refers to you as something else.

He hated you deeply for planting his mind with yourself and taunting him relentlessly as time past. Yet he wasn't very willing to let you go, he rather have you at arm's reach. He just wanted it gone without hurting you.

He's read enough manga to realise the feeling and he absolutely despite himself for falling for a plain girl like you. Although you being friends meant you weren't exactly normal...

Ignoring it only made it worse. He would sometimes end up sketching you without realising it, staring deeply at your face which from your point looks like he's judging you severely and the fact that he always saved you first amongst other.

Which he always ended up being teased for. Afterall he was the one who picked you up and took you to the safety zone while completely ignoring the mayor... In his defence there can always be another mayor but you on the other hand can never be replaced.

" I like someone else "

You utter out, not knowing what to even say to him. He was Robin afterall and the most intimidating one... And you rejected him straight to his face, you got some guts to even continue your speech.

Damian on the other hand felt a pang in his heart. Right, another person always intervene and stop the second lead from ever having their chance... He hates love traingle even more now...

Whomever you fell for better be some kind of deity or he'll absolutely- He needs to control his mind. Although he appears to be unaffected outside he was having a whole monologue enough to create a romantic manga.

He just wish he's never met you at all and yet at the same time he was happy with the presence you have provided in his life, even if it meant breaking his own rules and the method he was taught at a young age.

" I like Damian Wayne! "

It seems his stare alone could make you completely loose control of your mouth, you're just making it worse...

Damian eyes widen abit, not enough to be noticed by you. Stupid you, why didn't you say so... Why did you have to be so stupid and make him feel like he actually got a chance to be happy?

Yet he did everything to make sure he didn't suddenly remove his domino and grab your face and kiss you, later he would cuss you out for speaking too much and little at the same time.

His demeanor change to something more comfortable, maybe falling for an idiot wasn't so bad when they can't even control themselves.

He thought he'd end up with someone as smart as him but guess that wouldn't be the greatest balance... His intelligence can compensate for all that you lack.

" I see "

He left without another word, you were obviously scared of him and that wasn't the best feeling. He understood tho, he wouldn't be comfortable around someone he rejected especially when they dress like a night freak.

The next day he saw you at school set your favourite drink on your table while still with that face of his.

" Learn to adapt under pressure, you'll go nowhere if not "

He didn't confess outright, there was plenty of time and his mind is set at being with you now. He just want to express his feelings more before he gets to call you his.

[dreamer-journal-writes]

Monster and Beings Boyfriend Spicy Headcanons

Spicy headcanons of how monsters and beings would act as your boyfriend and significant other. Written as original content/my version.

Monsters and Beings: Magician/Sorcerer, Super-Powered person, Zombie, Vampire, Werewolf, Fairy, Elf, Merman, Dragon, Scarecrow, Living Statue, Android, Robot, Alien/Extraterrestrial

(Warnings: fluff, gender neutral reader, smut, and terms of endearment.

Word Count: 2,500 words)

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​    Wizard/Sorcerer boyfriend secretly loved when you would interrupt him from his studies with kisses or excuses to leave his notes unattended. Not all the time, but he had a weakness for your company. Any kiss to his neck or compliment to his intelligence had him yearning for your skin to meet his own.

    Intimately, it was a toss of a coin whether he was puddy in your hands to love on for hours or if he had enough sense to communicate with you within heated passions.

    Parchments, scrolls, and trinkets were scattered across the desk. None of it mattered at that moment. Not when your boyfriend had you laying across his notes, completely bare and beckoning him closer.

    "Maybe we should study each other more." He panted, gaze fixed on you as he pushed down his trousers.

    "I couldn't agree more."

    He joined you on the desk with eager kisses and fingers that lit all the candles in the room. A shared experience that filled the room with accidental charms and smeared notes.

    Good thing the desk was sturdy.

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​    Super-powered boyfriend like many powered individuals had an added durability. Meaning, you didn't have to treat him as fragile glass. With you on the other hand, your boyfriend was careful. Aware of your limits. That became more apparent when he'd dial back on his grip or speed of movement with you. He didn't always want to hold back, but he cared so much about your well-being to do otherwise.

    Whether you knew of his powers or not, you were always assuring him you were fine. You wanted him to worry less and enjoy the moments more.

    "More pressure," you instructed in a growing daze. Legs parted across the mattress.

    "Are you sure?" Your boyfriend eyed how his fingers moved between your thighs.

    You nodded, hands gripping the blankets since he was out of reach.

    "If it hurts, you tell me."

    Once he increased the pressure of his ministrations, you were a babbling mess from the intense pleasure. All from the touch of your caring and attentive lover. Superpowers may or may not had been included.

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​    Zombie boyfriend knew his flustered state appeared different. He knew his body reacted differently than a human's. Similar, but obviously stronger with varying speeds. He enjoyed it nonetheless, morning or night. It was all more apparent when you two got a little too handsy.

    "Look at you." You cooed, watching his eyes glazing over while you stroked his member. "Do you feel good?"

    He moaned, deep and gutteral. Head heavy on a pillow and hands on you, unmoving. The pleasure so good. Your touch so very, very welcome.

    Of course he liked it. Your boyfriend loved when you touched him, unafraid and attentive. He felt more alive and beyond himself. Any time you laid a kiss on his skin or caressed him just so, he knew you loved him. That you cared about him tremendously.

    "Love you," he moaned, letting his body rock with your rhythmic hand. "So much. So good."

    You kissed his open mouth.

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​    Vampire boyfriend could be a tease at times. When the mood was right and you blocked out all but one light. That was what he preferred, the privacy of night. To be thrust into an illusion that it only ever was the pair of you. He could give you all of his undivided attention.

    Strength and great vision came in good use as he carried you to the bedroom.

    He could feel you in light and in darkness. Outside under the open sky or indoors on top of the softest fabrics. Your boyfriend did not have a preference where you two joined in ecstasy as long as he was with you.

    "How do I ever survive this?" He grunted as he pushed his hips up into you. "How do I bare such a view? Such exquisite touch?"

    "Because you said you'd shrivel up and die without me." You answered with a growing smile.

    Some nights his theatrics were very romantic.

    "An endless torture. Ah-- That felt good." He thrusted a little faster. "What was I saying?"

    You clenched around him and his thoughts ran away once more.

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​    Werewolf boyfriend knew about the stereotypes and stories written about his kind. That didn't mean all of it was true or that everything was false either.

    Did he start to crave having you every major moon phase in a tangle of hot limbs and bedsheets? He totally did.

    Did he want to chase you to hear your heart beat loudly? He considered it.

    Did he want to mark you as his mate? You bet.

    Did he expect you to change the tables on him? No, not really.

    "How--" Your boyfriend panted. "How did you catch me?" He laid on his side, trapped between you and a tree trunk.

    "I have my secrets and my secret knowledge." You pumped his length as fast as he was panting.

    "No...fair. I have super... I'm faster."

    You shook your head. "You're going to pass out of you don't start breathing."

    Your boyfriend whined in reply.

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​    Fairy boyfriend could stare at your face and be practically bewitched by your entire being. With or without a potion to temporarily alter his size, he was all over you on special occasions. Those being: birthdays, end of work weeks, completing the bills, start of a new season, a new outfit, anniversaries, and vacation time.

    "So much to love," he moaned into your chest. His hips thrusting slowly as you caressed circles on his soft behind.

    Every touch you gave sent him into a fog of heated desire fueled by his feelings for you.

    "I will love every part of you ten times over." He vowed before his lips latched on to your nipple. Eyelids fluttering shut and high pitched mewls coming from his throat.

    You bit your lip at the sight.

    Your boyfriend always intended to map your body with his love. Each time you both shared privately and intimately, he charted a new area of your skin with all himself.

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    Elf boyfriend tended to be more subtle with most affection, however he became more open the longer he knew you. Intimacy came in forms of him tracing the contours of your body with his fingers, staring at you longingly, kissing his way up your arm. Those were the most common ways of all that he displayed to you and only you.

    Emotions could be deeper and his touch reflected that whether soft or firm. When you reciprocated and encouraged with all your love, your boyfriend was keen on giving.

    "My heart calls for yours each day I wake," your boyfriend placed a gentle kiss to your inner wrist. "This night may ease its search."

    You cradled his face in your hands once he leaned down upon you fully. Bodies intertwined.

    "To have you this close," he gazed at you with an enormous amount of love, "is a beautiful gift."

    "You should stay."

    "Then I accept with my entire being."

    You brought him into a kiss as the pair of you continued in your gentle coupling.

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​    Merman boyfriend was always blown away by how you moved in water. His home where you would forever be welcomed.

    As like water, your boyfriend's love displayed itself both gently and strongly. All backed by his passions, you met him with equal longing to share in constant waves of love.

    Whether on land, in water, or somewhere in-between the both of you found a way to act on your love, always.

    Ignoring the water puddles growing across the tile floor, your boyfriend kept you rolling your hips in a hurried pace. Both of you set on experiencing more and more pleasure.

    He thoroughly enjoyed watching you as he managed to sink further into the bathtub's water. What water remained. Not all of it could be splashed out from your movements.

    "Water suits you," he panted. His gaze transfixed on the droplets sticking and rolling along your skin.

    "Are you considering this position to be your favorite?" Smiling in your pleasured haze, you tightened your grip on his forearms and applied pressure to your hips as they rolled on his tail.

    "I am."

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​    Dragon boyfriend loved when you would cuddle up to him and share warmth. Some days sweetness was not enough as he watched you investigate his many treasures. Tail twitching behind him.

    He wanted you more than the gold necklace in your hands. More than the golden flecks you stamped on your face.

    "Do you remember our last mating?" He asked, muscles flexed and ready.

    "Why? Did you forget?" You chuckled. His desire was not lost upon you, it was as obvious as if he made a banner declaring it.

    Gold and other treasures clinking together, your boyfriend rushed at you. Heat everywhere, scales rubbing your skin, tongue tasting your arousal in the air, and his body nearly conforming to your own.

    "Easy," you reminded him as you opened yourself to him fully.

    He did his best. Deep moans bounced off of the walls as he entered you. He kept you close, held in his hold or pressing you further into his treasures with each thrust.

    Loving you as he did, it would be some considerable time before his need was sated. Your boyfriend could hardly get enough of you.

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​    Scarecrow boyfriend often fantasized of the two of you in the back of a pick-up truck or in the middle of a corn maze making love under a harvest moon. Something to bring more warmth to a season that brought chill to the air where you resided.

    His skin was textured and mind often on you. A perfect start whenever you both sought a little more that kissing and handholding. A pair of lovers wanting to be closer.

    What he didn't expect was being entranced by the golden lights of sunset highlighting your body in a field and you grinding on his denim-covered thigh like there was a time limit. Perhaps you were racing the sun. Or perhaps you had a more difficult day than you said earlier when he asked.

    "You looking dazzling. Simply radiant." He kneaded your skin in all the places that made you shiver. "Take whatever you need to please you, my dear."

    "You."

    "Pardon?"

    "I'm going to take...you...until the sun sets."

    "My dear, you certainly may." He captured your lips in a rough kiss as you clawed at his clothes.

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​    Living statue boyfriend no longer felt alone as the world lived on. He had you and saw the beauty in what others had experienced for years. He was strong enough to handle most things, but seeing you bare as an ancient statue had him experiencing new emotions. Ones he had only heard from voices in passing or hidden beyond his sight.

    His size and shape did not deter you from wanting him in a manner that made him wonder if he could sweat as you could. There was no way he dreamed of refusing your wishes nor desires.

    You doted on him and made him start to have a renewed worry about his strength compared to your own. That didn't particularly matter to you seeing as you bounced on his hard length without complaints. Again and again while he tried grounding himself in reality. A difficult task. Near impossible as he finally considered himself a perfect fit for his precious love, you.

    "Be careful," he advised gently.

    You moaned, keeping your pace.

    "I presume you will never stop amazing me." Your boyfriend watched on in wonder and begun to consider what else you two could possibly do together.

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​    Android boyfriend was made to be as humanlike as possible. The pair of you did not realize how much he could feel until you became more physically intimate. You found that your boyfriend was much more flexible than he looked. So you would position yourself comfortably wherever you wanted before he rushed in with a multitude of kisses and a steady stance.

    Lounging in the armchair with one leg hung over an armrest, you eyed your boyfriend's synthetic skin as it traveled your body. Across your skin and within your warmth, he moved without losing a fraction of endurance. He could go for as long as you both wanted.

    "Deeper."

    At your words, he angled himself inhumanly. His pelvis closer in an impossible way. But he thrusted every inch of himself in. Leaving no space untouched.

    His mouth fell open, lost in you. His love and free life. All of his sensors sent out alerts of his system. Those would be given attention later, much later.

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​    Robot boyfriend knew his strength and how his structure was durable. Some parts of him were mismatched. Meaning, he wasn't the most comfortable sentient to move around or touch. When it came to strong physical desires, he let you know and orchestrate. He didn't want to leave one bruise on you, his dear life companion. You were prepared for his worries and your combined desires.

    His face plate turned another shade of pink as you complimented him between whines of pleasure. He sat absolutely still on the dining chair. Worry still lingering in his system. Yet his hard body was not causing you any discomfort. Quite the opposite.

    Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly and he added a variation to the vibration of his hand. Watching your body practically convulse in a climax made purple shades appear on his face. He was relieved and fascinated by your clear enjoyment.

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​    Alien/Extraterrestrial boyfriend had specific routines, rules, and levels of organization. Which meant having you in his ship well past when he should had been sleeping was a wake up call. Not everything had to be the same everyday. Making new rules instead of exceptions was his logical reasoning. Clinging to your body as he bent you over a console deep into intercourse didn't apply to anything. Unless he considered a rule in your relationship: love wholeheartedly. Time had no restraint in that rule. He would keep you satisfied no matter what. If there was a way to do it, he would figure it out especially if it meant continued times of pleasure.

    None of the buttons, switches, or toggles you were rolling over activated anything. Perhaps you should had known the console was turned off, but you were too preoccupied with your lover.

    The cool air within the ship turned stuffy the longer your boyfriend thrusted in rhythm to his heartbeat. The more he wrapped himself around you as much as he could. His frame touched every part of you, caressing and holding as he let out string after string of compliments. Not all you could translate. Yet you understood completely. He loved you and his mind felt fuzzy from how much pleasure was coursing through him.​​

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[asterismamor]

── ★ TO TAME A HERO hero x top m. villain reader ⭒

⌗ hero ⋆ mantis/moth/spider hybrid ⋆ nerd

the hero of the city is as infuriating as he is beautiful. and worst of all? he holds your heart. but that doesn't mean that you can't put him in his place when he deliberately goes against you

⌗ cws... explicit content ⋆ hero x villain ⋆ brat taming ⋆ rough kissing ⋆ fingering ⋆ degradation ⋆ praise ⋆ slight handjob ⋆ implied penetrative sex

featuring ⢷ rishen herrera 781

char analysis ⢷ a nerdy, preppy & bright boy genius by day and hero by night.

mission brief ⢷ first fic to start off our reboot? ofc it's rishen being slutty

"Y'know, you could buy me a drink first."

His lull, while soft and sugary, made your teeth grate. Even if pride bloomed in your chest from his position. The city's hero, your Scarlet Solstice, bound and spread in your lair. Your eyes trailed over him in a predatory curve. From his messy curls, that infuriatingly smug smile, to his arms strained behind the chair, and at last— legs hooked over the chair's arms. Open. Truly yours.

You forced the heat from your crotch to your tongue. "After that stunt?" He took it one step further and set your neurons on fire. All with a little head tilt and the audacity to arch his brow.

"Thought thwarting your plans was part of our foreplay?"

"I told you to stay out of it."

"Cute, you thought I'd listen."

In two strides you were before him, in one jerk you zeroed in. Like a panther greedy for blood and claws dug into the backrest of the wooden chair. So fast that his curls fluttered, and still, he smiled. Even when you loomed close enough to hear his heart race. Even when your sheer strength tilted the chair onto its hind legs and leaned him helpless.

And most especially, even when you scowled. Rishen? All. He damn did. Was smile.

Your free hand snatched his chin. Another annoying thing? His skin was soft. Like touching a petal when all those big, brown, frankly adorable eyes held was poison. His thick lashes batted, like an innocent butterfly. His curls framed his face, always tempting you to tug. Every beauty spot called for your lips on his sweet, bronze skin. Don't even get started on those plump lips. Glossed with cherry and confidence.

The perfect combination of irritating, infuriating, and irresistibly pretty.

"You are as infuriating as you are beautiful." You murmured, crooking his head side to side.

"Aww, you think I'm pretty?" His eyes unmistakably dropped to your lips. Minx.

"Unfortunately."

You gave them to him. Because of course you did. You always did. A hand tangled in his locks and yanking his warm mouth into yours. The chair smacks steady into the ground. He groaned, you grinned. The truest clash of good and evil. Of cherry chapstick and charred charades.

Your lips devoured his. Fingers jerking to force his head into a crane, tugging just right, just the way he liked it. So that he gasped into your dance of teeth and tongue.

But oh, your hero lover was as resilient and annoying in the bedroom as he was when kicking you around on live television. That tongue you loved for its submission but hated for its snark darted into yours. Wrestling, wrecking— and for a moment you ponder his audacity.

Him. This little brat. Your little whore. Whose nothing but teary eyes, blushing cheeks and a cute hole stretched and split by your cock. Who begs and pleads to have you fuck him into the sheets stupid. He still had the nerve in him to fight for a chance?

If you weren't so frustrated, you might have deemed it adorable.

But there he went again, throbbing your heart as he pulled away and bat his lashes. Innocent. Like his lips weren't swollen and saliva wasn't strung. "Mind telling me what's the position for?"

You licked your lips. "To teach you some manners." Then swiped a dagger.

For a fraction his pretty eyes widened, only to gape when the blade hurled down. Fabric slashed, throat gasping— he winced.

The cold air hit his thighs and rose goosebumps. Only then had he realised that the dagger tore through his suit's crotch air, he prattled, "Hey, hey, hey! That's nano-fabric—" Only to stiffle with a hiccup.

Wetness coated his puckered hole now on full display. Your wad of spit leaked from the rim and pooled on the seat. You reminisced on something creamier, thicker, oozing out of him instead. "You never wear anything under this suit, is it for practically, or. . ."

Two fingers circled his hole, he shivered. ". . . Me?"

He swallowed a shudder and bit back through fangs. "Not everything I do is for you."

It's your turn to smile as massaged around his rim. Slow, teasing, testing resistance. Mulling over your favourite pass-time: fucking this needy hole raw. "Oh yeah? Could have sworn you did exactly what I told you not to just to get me here like this. Pissed." A finger slipped in, your lips landed on his heated ear. "Yours."

Rishen fluttered around your finger and gasped a moan. His thighs quaked. Hole clenching. Already around one? Fuck, he really was your needy little hybrid.

"So tight baby. Didn't I fuck this cute hole open last week?" You hissed and slowly dragged out, then slid in. Repeating the motion until his thighs trembled. You laced your grin into the softness of his neck as you kissed up the curve, mumbling low.

"Now apologise."

"In your dream— hngh!"

His gritting teeth fell open with his mouth as he clenched around a second finger slipping in. His whimper fell like his glossing eyes, between his legs. Right to his twitching hole and your now slowly pumping fingers.

Oh how he squeezed around you. How prettily he arched and curved those quivering hips into your hand. Even if he pressed his lips into a flat line and forced the teariness from his eyes— you knew him better. Your hero. Your slut.

"Eyes on me, pretty boy." Tangled in his hair once more, you yanked his gaze to yours. Another clash. But instead of good and evil? Your glare met his whine. Finally.

Your fingers stuttered with a new pace and heat crept up his neck, painting his face in that beautiful shade. His hips jerked with your hand. Chasing, greedy, you hummed a chuckle.

"Poor little Solstice. All it takes is two fingers and he's turned into a little slut." You punctuated with an angle that left his eyes temporarily crossing. Another whine. Looks like you're collecting them. He still managed a trembled:

"I hate you."

"Do you?"

Not when your fingers curled like that. That pitifully loud cry and jerk is definitely how you express hate to your greatest foe.

Expertly, cruelly, you stroked the spot that sent shivers shooting up his spine and his jaw slacking. It was precise, messy, devastating, but most of all? It was yours. Your breath fanned his ear as your wrist rotated, fingers curled.

"Apologise." You sang.

"No!" He cried.

You capitalised on it. Made it louder. Strokes became rapid fucks. Wet squelches echoing with every slam and crook of your fingers. Your wrist and arm pulsed with one need and one need only: to tame this fucking brat. Egged on by his pretty cries soaking into your veins. Fuck. He was everything.

His needy and raw hole clenched around you knuckles, trying to milk them as if they were something else, you grinned at the memory. Of him there, similar position, spread and hiccuping tears as you pumped him full. Your hand quickened at the imagine, fingers scissoring and cruel.

That's when you spot it. A pronounced pulse. The smidge of his dick that you could see from the torn suit throbbed together with his bulge straining against the withering fabric. You grinned and reached with another hand to swipe your thumb on a poor, pathetic little vein. Cute. Now he's whimpering.

"Wonder what the city would say if they saw you now. Stretched out, throbbing, crying on my fingers."

You bullied that one spot until the familiar image of hiccuping tears painted your vision and his arousal dripped down your wrist. Until cruelty whispered again, and you eagerly listened.

A third finger, it chanted, and you obliged. Three fingers stretching out his squeezing hole and fucking so fast, your hand was but a blur between his legs. Poor Rishen. Nothing but whines, moans, hiccups and—

"I-I'm— I'm sor- hngh, sorry." — cries.

His head fell back, strands sticking with sweat and face wet with tears as he quickly tried to buck his hips. No dice. Not when you got like this. Not when you reduced him to that perfect little whore you knew and loved.

"What was that?" You grinned, curled— he cried. Jolting into a sinful arch and grinding into your knuckles kissing his rim.

"I-I'm sorry! 'onna cum!"

There it was. There's your sweet boy. Quivering and teary as you remind him who fucked him dumb in alleys and sobbing into his dorm bed. Your fingers itched for control and so snatched his face, squeezing on his wet cheeks as you yanked him in.

Glossy eyes, saliva-webbed lips, and a sniffling nose. How you ruined him. "Then cum," you sneered, fingers fucking impossibly faster until those dilated maroons rolled back. "Cum all over my fingers like the needy slut I know you are."

And just like that needy slut you adored? He obeyed. No banter, no back-chat, just a back arch and a beautiful whine as his thighs grew taut and his trembling hole squelched. "Fuuckk— fuck, hngh babbbyyy."

You didn't stop at his whimpers. Nor when heat and dampness bloomed on his suit. Running down to his rim and dripping between his legs. That sticky, sinful cum that sharpens your grin.

You rode out his orgasm. Finger-fucking him into a squirming, quivering mess of gasping breaths and whimpering: "Y-You messed my suiitttt!"

At last your fingers slowed. Learning some mercy from the sweetness of his lips and the whine he poured into your mouth. You chuckled.

They slipped out with ease, slick in fluid— not cum, but messy silk— that stuck to your belt buckle as your hands shot down. "Oh baby," you purred, and he trembled. Eyes wide, wet and most of all: desperate. His oozing hole twitched.

"You've got bigger things to worry about."

© 𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌. do not feed to ai or copy material. dividers by @/cafekitsune

[elysium-library]

Superhero x Civilian (M!Yandere x F!Reader)

Summary: After meeting at a charity speed-dating event hosted by the Hero Corps, one superhero and his fangirl get closer and closer together.

CW: slight angst (troubled childhood briefly discussed), hickeys/lovebites, kissing, cock-warming, PIV sex (in lap & from behind), semi-public sex, tendrils as bondage (gagging/throatfucking, nippleplay, clit stimulation), rough sex, > 2.5k words

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“I want to keep talking to you, actually talk to you, but…” You stood up, looking at the timer.

He stood up as well, towering over you. “You sure you want to be associated with someone like me?”, he asked in disbelief.

“Associated with?”

“As in, seen in public with. Hanging out with even. Do you really want that?” There was something in his expression you couldn’t quite decipher.

“Is that… an invitation?”

He stared at you. “An invitation? No, I…” He shook his head, frustrated at… something.

A thought crossed his mind. “You're not trying to pull some stunt, right? You're not a reporter or anything, are you?”

“What? No.” You looked at him. “Crimson, you can just say no-”

He let out a heavy sigh. “No. Wait, I mean…” He ran a hand through his hair. "Look, do you have your phone? Can I borrow it?"

“Huh? Oh, uh, sure.”

He took your phone, his fingers flying over the screen as he typed something in. He paused, considering for a moment, before he handed it back to you. “There you go. My number. If you're serious about talking more, text me or something.”

“Really?!”

You quickly typed out: thank you ^~^

He looked at his phone as it pinged, reading your message.

He grunted, looking away. “Yeah, yeah, you're welcome.”

. . .

The next day, he found himself lounging in a coffee shop. He drummed his fingers on the counter, coffee ignored.

You’d been texting back and forth all night, until you fell asleep. Your messages had gotten progressively more incoherent.

He sighed, looking out the window. You hadn’t said anything since then. What if he messaged you first this time?

No. It wasn’t a good idea. He really should give it some time…

Screw it. He typed out: Fangirl, what are you up to?

You typed back, not too long after: again, thats NOT my name… buut im going to the park to read, its my day off :)

He scoffed: Sounds boring, FANGIRL.

You typed quickly: oh yeah, then what are you doing thats so exciting? stopping a bank robbery?

He scowled slightly: Unfortunately not. The other heroes are covering everything today, and there’s no new missions I can join yet.

Then: I’m at a coffee shop.

You typed, smug as a bug: well well well :3 so youre not doing anything exciting either

He typed back simply: Which park?

You laughed: the one by 16th, I like to read under the willow tree by the pond ^~^

He replied: I know that park.

He paused, considering for a moment, before typing again: I’m coming.

You panicked, frantically typing out a single word: huh?!

He repeated: I’m coming.

A few minutes later, Crimson walked through the park, searching for the tree you mentioned.

He didn’t know why he was doing this. He wasn't the kind of person who voluntarily sought out company, especially not on his time off. And yet…

He spotted the tree and saw you sitting beneath it. He sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets as he made his way over to you.

“Oi, fangirl.”

“Crimson, h-hi!”

“Move over.”

He slumped down next to you, letting out a sigh.

He leaned back against the tree, his gaze fixed on the sky. There was a beat of silence before he spoke again. “So this is where you like to read, huh?”

. . .

“…and it was terrifying moving away to the big city, but…”, you trailed off.

He looked over at you, a flicker of sympathy in his gaze as he listened to your story. “You're happier here?”

“I’m free”, you said softly. Then, “what about you? What were you like growing up?”

He looked away. “Me? I was a pain in the ass as a kid. I gave my mom hell.”

“What do you mean?”

“She was a single mom working two jobs. And I was always in trouble at school, coming home late.” His expression was contemplative. “I know she was frustrated with me. She wanted better for me, and I just…”

“Became a superhero?”, you supplied.

He furrowed in his brow.

You took a deep breath. “The first time I saw you was a few weeks after I moved here. I’d seen other heroes at that point, but, I don’t know, you seemed…different.”

“When did you-”

“Oh, uh, it was during the apartment building fire in the south. You were scowling the entire time, but you were utterly focused on saving those families from the burning building.”

You frowned as you continued. “And at the same time, the other heroes on site were more focused on looking good for the media.” You shook your head, leaning closer. “You’re a good man, Crimson. Your mother would be proud.”

He moved back, creating distance between you two again. “Good man? If only you really knew.” His gaze was dark, distant.

No. “I don’t care if you get your hands dirty, if you do it to protect people. Those other heroes, they solely want to ‘do the right thing’ and enact justice. Or they’re just in it for the fame and fortune. So they play by the book.”

You scowled. “They didn’t grow up with hardships, so they don’t understand. They don’t understand you have to do whatever it takes to survive, to protect. But you do, Crimson.”

You blinked back to the present, all worked up from your rant.

And there was Crimson, looking at you with an intense expression. “You-”

“Are you hungry?”, you interrupted him, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

He raised an eyebrow at the sudden question, a small smirk forming on his lips. “Why? You asking me out on a date or something, sweetheart?”

“N-no, I just, uh…”

His smirk widened as you retreated from him. He leaned forward, closing the distance between you two again.

He spent a moment taking in your flustered expression. Then he held out his hand for you. “Come on, let's get dinner.”

You huffed, letting him pull you both up. “There’s a quiet spot across the park. It’s got booths too, if you need the privacy.”

He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close against him. “Privacy, huh? Does that mean you've brought guys there before?”

You squeaked. “Not funny, Crimson! I haven’t dated since I moved here. I just… thought you would appreciate it since you hate paparazzi.”

He hummed, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly. “It's fine. I'm used to ignoring those bastards by now.”

. . .

“We can just order on the tablet”, you told him as you walked inside.

He slid into the booth, sitting right next to you. He reached for the tablet on the table, browsing through the menu.

“You can sit across…”, you mumbled.

He leaned further against you, his arm pressing even more into yours. All the while, his eyes remained fixed on the tablet, skimming through the options.

“H-hey!”

He chuckled at your reaction, still ignoring you.

You sighed.

He hit the order button and set it back down, finally looking at you. “What? You don’t like me being close like this?”

You scowled, grabbing the tablet. “You know I do. That’s the problem.” You tried focusing on your selection instead of your racing heart.

He didn’t like that.

He leaned down slightly, whispering in your ear. “Sweetheart...”

You let out a quiet gasp, whipping your head around to look at him.

He smirked, his eyes locked on your wide eyes staring up at him. "Oh, I like seeing you like this.”

“Crimson, you’re going to give me a heart attack.”

His head dipped to your neck, his lips brushing over your pulse. “You’re right”, he murmured against your skin, “your heart is racing so fast.”

“Ngh, l-let me order, Crimson.”

“Hm? I haven’t tied your hands together. Yet.” And then his tongue darted out, giving your neck a long lick.

You bit your lip, ordering whatever and turning back to him. “Crimson, d-don’t.” Your voice was entirely too whiny and breathless.

His expression darkened.

You weren’t just a fangirl to him anymore. Ever since you started talking, something had awakened in him.

You understood him, cared about him.

And he wanted to take you, take you for himself and protect you from the world.

“And why shouldn't I do this?”, he asked, looking ready to devour you.

Your breath hitched. “B-because you don’t…”

He was in your face, whispering against your lips. “I don’t what, sweetheart?” His hands held you in place, keeping you from turning away.

“Ngh you don’t feel the same way.”

He pushed you against the wall on your side of the booth, trapping you between it and him. “How do you know that I don't feel the same way?”

“You don’t seem affected.”

He sighed, branding a quick kiss on your shoulder. Then he placed his hand over yours, directing it below. He murmured darkly into your ear. "I can assure you, sweetheart, I'm very much affected.”

Your hands found purchase on his bulge, and you let out a soft gasp as you gave him an exploratory squeeze over his pants.

He let out a low groan against your neck, his hands flexing against your body as he tried to keep himself somewhat under control.

His mouth moved from your neck to the shell of your ear, his teeth closing down on your earlobe. He bit down hard, his teeth sinking into your sensitive skin.

You let out a sound that was a little too loud, despite the volume of the ambiance music.

“You better keep quiet, sweetheart”, he admonished, amused.

“Then cover my mouth.”

He cursed under his breath. He brought a hand up, covering your mouth as requested.

He started to kiss the pulse on your neck with rough, suctioning kisses intended to bruise.

Your whines were muffled against his hand as he dipped lower. He started under your throat, sucking and licking his way down to your cleavage.

He tugged your blouse, biting the swell of your breast. He pressed his hand against your mouth harder as he rubbed his nose against your hardened nipples. “Sweetheart, my sweetheart.” And then he bit down.

Your head rolled back as he intensified his assault, grateful for his hand to muffle your cries.

His other hand was shoved under your skirt, in between your thighs. It was hot there, scorching hot. And your thighs were already sticky.

“Here is your order”, the server robot chirped in a cheerful robotic tone.

He tensed, but kept his hold on you. He was extremely annoyed to be interrupted.

“Crimson”, you said through gritted teeth, “grab the food already”.

He growled, retracting from you to grab them.

“Have a nice meal!”, the robot replied, wheeling away.

“Eat”, you mumbled, poking the brooding hero.

He perked up, grabbing your wrist, a smirk already on his face. “You?”, he asked, ready to continue.

“No, the… listen, if you promise to eat the food, I’ll… let you put it in while we sit!”

Oh? He leaned back in his seat, his hands going to his belt. “In that case…”

He unzipped his pants and let out a soft groan as his aching cock was freed from the confines of his clothes.

You lifted slightly, enough to tug your panties down your thighs.

His helped you settle in his lap, the journey slow at first as he slid his tip in carefully. Unfortunately, it way too hot and way too wet inside of you. His fingers dug into your skin, slipping all the way in.

“Sweetheart.” He had to squeeze his eyes shut, trying desperately to keep himself still.

“Crimson, you have to eat”, you whined, trying to get back on track.

His grip on your hips grew tighter, his fingers almost bruising. “I will.”

You leaned forward, sipping your drink. “Mmm, you wanna try?”

His hands dug into your hips hard enough to leave marks as you leaned forward. “What?”

“Their strawberry lemonade, it’s really sweet. Try it.”

He took a deep breath, trying to focus on your words and not the sensations of you sitting on his cock. "Sure." His voice was gruffer than usual, strained.

He reached his hand past you, trying hard to keep from shaking as he took a sip. “Not bad.”

“Crimson”, you whined as he jostled inside you, “you’re too thick. You have to keep still”.

He sighed, struggling to focus on anything other than the fact that he was buried inside of you. “Stop mentioning it, or I’ll lose control.”

You bit your lip. “I have w-work tomorrow… you back on patrol?”

His head dropped onto your shoulder, his cock hitting your walls. “Yeah. I am.” He groaned, almost agonized when he felt you clench around him from the motion.

“Crimson, you’re so much better than those snobby pretty boys”, you purred, pure lust taking over your voice.

His cock twitched. "Damn right I am”, he murmured as he shoved you down his cock.

“N-no wait, don’t-”

He froze as he felt you leak all over him, drenching his cock in your slick. “Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.”

“Crimson”, you panted, “remember that willow tree we were at?”

He grunted in affirmation, wrapping his arms fully around your waist as the shadows enveloped you.

He didn’t let go when you teleported under the cover of the tree. The shadows only intensified, tendrils sprouting all around.

His shadows softened the scrape of the bark as you leaned forward against it, holding you securely as well.

Other tendrils lifted your skirt, giving him a better view of what he was doing to you.

He kept his own hands on your hips, slamming into you himself. “You’re a fucking menace, ain’t you, sweetheart?”

You tried to cry out, but tendrils slithered into your mouth. You choked on them at first, your pussy clenching around his cock.

He hissed. “Try again.”

This time you tried sucking and licking them as they moved in your throat, coughing as saliva and tears leaked from you.

“Oh, that’s good. You’re so good, sweetheart”, he murmured, bending you further.

You gagged, clawing the shadow-covered bark as he scrapped your cervix.

“Stay conscious, sweetheart. We’re still going.” His tendrils pulled down your blouse, freeing your breasts with a tear.

You tried to complain, but nothing coherent made it past your lips. And then your eyes rolled back as his tendrils started flicking your nipples.

After a hard pinch, you jolted.

His tendrils wrapped around your waist. “Didn’t you want me to stay still before?”, he said darkly. “Well, now it’s your turn. And he thrust into you hard.

“You feel like heaven, sweetheart. A sweet, scorching heaven, just like you.” He sped up, skin slapping against skin as he grunted. He retracted his tendrils from your mouth, allowing you to gasp a full breath for a moment.

Then he pressed those same, saliva-coated tendrils against your clit.

You sobbed. “C-Crimson, it’s too much!”

He let his tendrils swirl around your entrance, brushing up against his cock as he thrust in and out of you. “I want to give you my everything, make you feel everything right.”

“Crimson, I need to cum, please, please let me cum, I need you to-”

He wrapped his tendrils around the bundle of nerves, shoving you back into his cock hard as he could.

You let out a broken sob, eyes rolling back and body twitching as you came.

He used a tendril to turn your head enough to kiss you, tongue devouring yours as he came inside you.

Your body couldn’t take the ropes of cum, and you half-orgasmed again as he kept shooting inside you, your mind becoming nothing but white and black.

[msfantasy-comics]

The Sick

Damian Wayne x Reader

Summary: a requested short story on Damian reacting to a sick Y/n.

“Damian, get off your phone and pay attention.” Bruce reprimands Damian who still hasn’t spared a single glance at their glowering father, while the rest of the bat kids stare on in dumbfounded shock. No ‘yes father’ no ‘apologies father’. No, instead Damian continues to frown down at his phone as he furiously taps away at the screen.

“Gordon, I need you to hack Y/n’s video feed on her phone to see what she is doing.” Damian demands, ignoring his now dumb-founded father.

Bruce has never seen his son ignore him so brazenly.

“Uh, Dami, firstly, I’m not breaking your girlfriend’s privacy. Secondly, the magic word-“ but before Barbara can even finish her sentence, Barbara is shoved away from the Bat-computer. “Hey!”

Damian sporadically slaps at the keys until a video feed of you pops up, the soft sounds of your congested breathing stifles Damian. A chesty cough causing his brows to knit together in worry.

Why hadn’t you told him?

He sends you yet another text message, making you weakly glance at your phone propped up on the nightstand. Only for your eyes to flutter close; drifting off into a sleepy trance.

God, you look so weak. Had he not hacked your cameras, he never would’ve known how sick you were.

“Damian, I thought we already discussed this. Appropriating the bat cave to monitor your girlfriend is not an appropriate use of the technology.” Bruce sounds off but Damian waves his father off.

“She wasn’t answering her phone so I got worried she was abducted or subjected to torture or what if some creep took a special interest in my-“ But Dick butts in, refusing to hear the end of Damian’s sentence.

“It’s tempting to use this technology to check on our loved ones. But it’s a huge breach in their trust and privacy. If you aren’t hearing from them, there’s probably a reasonable explanation for it.” Damian looks completely indifferent so Dick ups the ante. “If you aren’t going to respect your partners boundaries. We are going to have no choice, but to tell her about your unapproved monitoring again.”

Now Damian looks terrified.

“TT, I’m going to be in great trouble again.” All concerned trains of thought comes to a screeching halt when your choked coughing fit blares through the speakers. “Father, I have to attend my beloved.” And without waiting for his father’s approval, Damian rushes off to the nearest car in the bat cave.

“How are you going to let him act like that Bruce?!”Jason berates with a disapproving shake of the head. “Typical.” He mutters accusingly under his breath as Bruce pinches the bridge of his nose.

You groan at the frantic knocking at your door. Rolling out of bed you shuffle out of your bedroom only for the front door to fly open with a loud bang and a frazzled looking Damian standing in the entry way with a lock pick wedged between his clutched fingers.

Without a second to spare he rushes and pulls you into a gentle embrace. Instantly curbing your annoyances. “Why are you out of bed? Why didn’t you tell me you were sick? Your favourite soup is on its way made by Pennyworth himself. What medication have you taken so far? I’ll tell Pennyworth to pick up some anti-inflammatories on his way. Have you checked your temperature?” Your mind swirls at the barrage of questions.

“Why? How? Damian- were you spying on me again?” You asked irritated only for Damian’s palms to press on on the base of your neck.

“I was worried-“

“Damian!”

“TT, I apologise for my indiscretions.” He answers, looking anything but sorry. But your sick swirly brain is exhausting your temperament.

“You’re going to be in big trouble when I’m feeling better.” Your normally stoic lover grins victoriously at your resignation.

“I am aware of my inevitable predicament. Come.” He mutters almost anxiously before resorting back to his stoic expression. Stumbling back to your bed, Damian lifts your blanket up, allowing you to crawl back under the crispy clean sheets, followed by Damian, moulding around your form. “Sleep, I’ll keep you warm.”

[car-oo-line]

Hi! It's me! ⁽⁠⁽⁠◝⁠(⁠ ⁠•⁠௰⁠•⁠ ⁠)⁠◜⁠⁾⁠⁾

I was (and still am) so nervous that I spent a whole week thinking about whether to send this request or not (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

How would the Omori cast react if the (reader) had simply disappeared? Like, went missing?

I'm too curious :'D If orders are closed, you can ignore this :) Have a good day/night.

OH CUTIEEE DONT BE NERVOUS I DON’T BITE😭😭 literally any kind of requests make my day so I don’t mind whatsoever!! And it’s omori so that makes it even better🫵🥳 hope YOU have a great day/night<333

Omori cast with a reader who went missing

TW: uh uh uh uh, heavy spoiler warning, also TW for Basil and maybe Mari’s writing, lots of implications what happened to y/n but it’s left for open interpretation

SUNNY:

Oh what??

You’re gone??

Like, gone in as dead??

No? Oh.

His first assumption was that you were dead(I wonder whyyyy🤨)

The question probably escaped his mouth before he could stop himself.

“Are they dead?”

“What, well.. Sunny! No, we just can’t find them!”

He wonders why Hero had hesitated.

It just had made everything worse in his head.

He can’t lose you too, but you’ve already been lost. And only by chance would you be found.

Only when he knows that police are looking for you will be then when he starts to break down, his front door will never opened by himself again.

Hell not even his bedroom door.

The cycle repeats again, without you he cannot function, without you who’s to tell him kindly to leave his bed and reconnect his past connections?

There’s no reason to leave.

It’s all hopeless.

Not even Kel could help.

In headspace is where he knows you’re safe. Where Omori keeps you with Mari and Basil so you can’t be lost again.

And even though your headspace self whines about going with the others.

Omori just can’t risk it.

Sunny, just can’t risk it.

“It’s scary being lost, isn’t it y/n?”

AUBREY:

“ARE YOU SERIOUS??”

“Aubrey relax everything will be-“

“So they’re just, gone?! Someone kidnapped them! And that someone is going to die!”

She’s so silly guys😝

You might be her 13th reason tho-

This girl is pissed.

At you?

Yeah maybe, like why did you just disappear?? She doesn’t even know herself if you did get kidnapped or not she just needs someone else to blame.

Someone that’s not you.

She doesn’t want to be mad at you, but what if you ran away? Without telling any of them? Without telling her?

That’s when she’d be mad at you.

When she sees those missing posters with your face on them it’s when everything other than rage hits her like a truck.

Sadness, yearning, loneliness, helplessness, and scared.

She never lost hope, no, she never will.

Because her feelings for your return are much greater than the feelings of expecting your loss.

BASIL:

Omg y/n is just so beautiful and sweet and awesome and might be the reason Basil logs outttt

I mean he’s kind of lost Sunny, mentally-ish, not physically and he thought that was bad enough but nope.

Apparently losing someone physically but not mentally is MUCH worse than the other way around.

And that someone issss you!

When Polly told him the news he literally knew his life-span just shortened by half.

Either by stress or himself was up to you coming back or not.

He barely leaves his room, much like Sunny.

But instead of pretending everything’s fine in his head, it’s the exact opposite.

Everytime he closes his eyes a new sight of your lying corpse flashes through his mind.

Even if he knows police are searching for you, it doesn’t help him at all, it just makes him more worried.

He’s worried they’ll find you, but not alive, he doesn’t want to go through the death of a close one again.

He can’t.

So he won’t.

His plants are dying without the water.

But Basil has enough water, it’ll fill his lungs soon enough.

KEL:

Unsurprisingly positive(?) about it🫲🙂‍↕️🫱

The moment Hero told him his mind was dead set on you just going for a walk.

Apparently by his logic you would’ve tooken a week long walk.

Without telling anyone??

He knows he’s wrong now, he knows your not an idiot.

Well maybe you are, he thinks.

And maybe I am too, for thinking that you’d shown up randomly one day.

Definitely would put missing poster everywhere.

But with the most horrendous picture of you like a .5😭

Hero told him to change the picture so like, people could recognize you!!!

He’ll knock on your door everyday just to be sure you’re not sleeping.

The longer your gone, the more hopeless his thoughts get.

Maybe he took you for granted?

He’ll think about all those times where he was more focused on doing something fun then listening to your words coherently.

Why?

Why does he think about this now?

Sometimes it’s better to listen to opinions of others.

And not…

He doesn’t know.

And not what?

He needs you to help him finish his thoughts.

Please.

HERO:

One time I was wondering which of the omori characters would survive a horror movie.

And I know Hero’s ass is FRIED, but he’d definitely help you survive it.

How off topic did I sound?? I’m sorry but listen😭

He’s calling the police(might I add 6 hours after you poof, gone)✅

He’s looking himself✅

He’s doing his own research✅

He’s PUTTING OFF HIS OWN EDUCATION UNTIL THEY FIND YOU OMGG✅✅✅

If he wasn’t there and it was just the others😮‍💨😮‍💨

You’ll be dead bc let’s be real 4 sixteen year old kids ain’t making a dent to help find you okay I’m sorry-

He’s very adamant about this because 1) he’s not evil, like he cares bout you ofc he’s not not going to help. And 2) he’ll probably die if he losses someone else because:

“If the police can’t do their job and just decided to let y/n rot in death or in misery then I might just be at my limit.”

“They’re doing their job Hero let’s just-“

“Kel, please.”

“Mhm.”

He doesn’t want you to end up like Mari.

Is it because of selfishness?

Because he doesn’t want to go through that grief again?

He just got back up on his feet, only for this situation to push him pack down.

Like how Sunny pushed mari down the stairs ahem

MARI uhhh pre-game event:

Shitting, pissing, crying, lying, idk anyway.

She’s scared that’s for sure.

She’ll turn into that one saying that’s like, “are we there yet”, but instead it’s, “is y/n found yet?”

Surprisingly, it takes very little time for her to start losing herself.

But not losing her hobbies, never.

In fact since you’ve been gone, she hasn’t stopped doing anything really.

“To distract myself.”

She’d say, only to be at the piano for more than 7 hours in one sitting.

She’s losing herself in her pretend passion.

Her interest in piano had faded long ago, it had reminded her of you, how your eyes lit up when she played your favorite song, how your grubby hands would press onto the keys just to admire.

But now.

You’re not here.

Maybe that’s why she keeps playing?

So that there’s memories of you?

But you might not even be gone for good.

Maybe, one day, she’ll feel a palm on her shoulder, and a small laugh when she flinches of surprise. A request for her coming from your very mouth.

Oh, hold that thought.

It’s dark out.

She can’t even see the keys anymore.

How long has it been?

Since you’ve been gone?

Since she’s been sitting here?

Maybe, time hasn’t even passed at all.

Maybe she’s just dreaming. Yes that’s it. It’s okay Mari, y/n’s fine.

“But if that’s true, then why am I wearing all black?”

[banj0possum]

Sweet Hero Of Mine

Yandere! Antihero x GN! Hero! Reader

im back little stinkers <333

Edit!! Nsfw mentions removed! Replaced with..Elias being a dork ?

CW: Stalking, Creep behavior, Suggestive talk about reader, slight masochism

🪲 Elias was never into the whole Superhero thing.

🪲 He hated the constant swarming of reporters and fans screaming for his attention. He didn't want to be treated like a celebrity; he just wants to fight crime where people refuse to help.

🪲 That's why he avoided ever displaying himself like that. He preferred to stay in the shadows and kept his deeds out of the picture, but there are always rats scurrying around ready for another big scoop.

🪲 He could only scoff amusingly as he sees his little escapade last night being reported on tv with a blurry photo of him on the rooftops with the words "Mysterious Vigilante Strikes Again!"

🪲 He can admit, seeing them being so absorbed in what he does is pretty entertaining, he can feel his ego go up a bit.

🪲 Soon enough he gets tired of the incessant yap of interviewees talking about him and reaches for the remote.

🪲 His body freezes though when the reporter mentions some 'new hero' and he turns back to the TV.

🪲 His eyes are blessed with the cutest sight of a person dressed in a hero outfit with a logo on their chest. Their warm smile seems to radiate happiness as they talk to the reporter. Is this the new hero they've been talking about recently?

🪲 They ask for their opinion on the vigilante situation and he almost melts over their soft voice.

🪲 "I believe this guy has good intentions. Which is great and all but if it's endangering people and their properties, I think it's time they think about how running around and punching people in a suit isn't being heroic, it's being obnoxious!"

🪲 There goes his ego..

🪲 And perhaps his clean pants..

🪲 He starts researching all about this new hero. Who do they think they are?! This little brat has to be taught a lesson!

🪲 He stalks your social media, every fan account, every news atricl about your deeds, everything.

🪲 For for blackmail of course! Maybe he can find some dirt on you..in this fan account that makes thirst edits of you..

🪲 Soon enough he starts tracking you and your appearances. Every fight with a villain or any burning building with people that need saving, he's there with a high-grade camera that can snap all the rips and tears in your suit...for blackmail!

🪲 He's real happy that he wore a trench coat to your most recent battle or else everyone would have probably seen his growing boner whenever you throw a punch that connected to your opponent.

🪲 He's combing through the photos he took of you and shivers over your sweaty form and aggressive face.

🪲 He imagines meeting you, perhaps having a battle of his own, being pinned down by you, having your arms grappling and squeezing on his body. Perhaps you'd even say something degrading to him with that sweet voice of yours..

🪲 So that's what he does.

🪲 You were doing some last-minute night patrols after a long day of crime fighting and interviews when you hear a deep gravelly voice behind you.

🪲 "Hey there hero~"

🪲 You look back and see a large muscular man in a suit that looked like the armor of some insect.

🪲 "Huh, didn't expect to meet you here vigilante!" I joke.

🪲 "Oh please, call me Beetle~" He smirks as he walks closer to you. God you're even cuter in person..

🪲 "Well, Beetle, you are aware that you're kinda sorta wanted for a lotta stuff right?"

🪲 "Is it worse than the shit those pieces of scum done? Unlike youre pretty little ass I'm actually gettin bad guys off the streets.~" He teases, putting a hand on the wall and leaning close to your face. He's trying not to swoon over your stern face.

🪲 "Unlike you, I'm keeping people safe! Although I do commend your...unique sense of justice.."

🪲 *internal squealing*

🪲 He's a little surprised that you're so nice, unlike some other douchey heroes he knows.

🪲 He lets out a chuckle "That's new..Thanks goody-two-shoes.."

🪲 You give him a teasing face "Hey I'm not that much of an angel!"

🪲 "Oh~? Well o me you are, sweet hero of mine~"

🪲 You two become quick friends, even having missions together.

🪲 His obsession got worse from there.

🪲 Riding in your superhero vehicle, he rarely looks anywhere but at you driving, explaining to him the mission that he barely cares about other than the fact that it's an excuse to be with you.

🪲 Every time you take his hand to lead him somewhere, he makes sure to burn the feeling into his mind. Oftentimes he's the one doing whatever it takes to have physical contact with you, but it's way better whenever you initiate it.

🪲 You love taking pictures together. Of course he never smiles when you take one but when he's back at home, he's staring at it with the biggest, goofiest grin.

🪲 He loves taking pictures too, only he prefers ones with you and you alone. Sometimes it would be things you like so he wouldn't forget.

🪲 You blush, flattered over him remembering your favorite drink.

🪲 He'd memorize anything you say and put it in a top secret file named "My Love"

🪲 Oh my god please degrade him jokingly.

🪲 Bully him, push him around, be playfully rough with him!! Sure it's all in good fun but he's feeding his guilty pleasure whenever you treat him like shit while also being so sweet to him.

🪲 Pull him down suddenly by his suit's collar whenever you want to whisper something to him or show him something, he loves it. Although be warned, he might moan a little..

🪲 He's crazy for you, insane even, bonkers almost!!

🪲 He comes home seeing you in a superhero gala at one of the fanciest buildings in the city.

🪲 The bone-breaking grip on his beer bottle almost cracks the bottle when he sees you being accompanied by some other hero.

🪲 They're being all close with you and making you laugh, he can feel his jealousy rise within his body at the sight of your adorable smile, one that wasn't because of his jokes, his company!

🪲 Maybe it's about time he gives this superhero thing a try..